[HP] Astringent

Vanessa didn't even say goodbye to Snape, and slipped back to Gryffindor Tower as if her feet were oiled.

No need for Snape to say more, Vanessa knew she was going to be cold, she might overtake Harry to become No.1 in the list of the most unpopular people in the cellar, and I'm afraid it's the ranking of the people you don't want to see at Hogwarts No.1 on the list, I don't know if it's too late to resign now.If the previous interview for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had been successful, it would have been the curse of the mysterious man.

Fortunately, she woke up early, and there was no one in the corridor, only a few people in the picture frame stretched their waists and yawned, and when they saw her, they greeted her sleepily: "Oh, this is not the one who asked for directions yesterday. Girl, it was too dark yesterday to see clearly, so it was Professor Weasley."

Vanessa wished she could kill herself directly with Avada.She drank too much yesterday, and couldn't find the entrance to the cellar in a daze, so she walked all the way and asked.

"Hush!" Vanessa looked behind with lingering fear, confirmed that Snape really didn't come out, and said seriously, "Yesterday, I was ordered by the headmaster to discuss something with Professor Snape. These things are secret, Please don't spread the word."

Dumbledore is really a brick, where it needs to be moved.

The portraits passed through the frame and came to her, teasingly said: "We all understand, we all understand. Hurry up and go back, the children are going to get up."

She should really look for a forgetting charm that works for portraits.

Because of the hangover, Vanessa's face was a bit puffy, her eyelids were almost squeezed out, and she had to apply more shadows to make her face look the same as usual.As soon as she went out, she met three unlucky children.

Ron always remembers to eat but not to fight, so he waved at her happily.Harry followed uncomfortably, too awkward to talk to her.She had said harsh things to Harry yesterday in a fit of rage, but at her age she couldn't really be as knowledgeable as Harry.

"Aunt...Professor Weasley, you didn't write to my mother, did you?"

"I haven't found time to write yet." Her voice was hoarse, which was a sign of a cold.

"What are you busy with, always running to the potions office?"

"Ahem..." Vanessa choked, and Harry's face became even uglier.

"Ron, if you don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb." Hermione poked Ron's waist, and said to Vanessa, "We have to go to the library to do homework later, so let's go first."

"go Go."

Harry seemed relieved and took the lead to leave.Hermione was two steps behind, and whispered, "Harry said he knew he was wrong, and was just a little annoyed that you turned to Professor Snape."

Vanessa laughed dumbfounded.

Vanessa walked into the hall and found that Snape was already sitting at the teacher's table.He sat on the sofa all night, there were already heavy shadows under his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, poking there like a ball of firecrackers that were about to explode.As she walked over, Snape saw a cup of coffee in a container as big as a beer mug, smoking hot.

Vanessa consciously relaxed her movements, trying to erase the sense of presence as much as possible, and quickly finished the croissant.He almost scalded himself while drinking hot milk, stuck out his already numb tongue, and didn't dare to make a sound.Snape didn't look back at her from the beginning to the end, but ordered another large cup of coffee.

Flocks of owls flew over, dropped packages one by one, and the hall boiled.Taking advantage of this moment of noise, Vanessa gasped, her tongue really hurt.

What she didn't expect was that the black and muscular owl flew straight at her, landed gracefully in front of her, and stretched out its feet.Vanessa wants to drive it away because it catches the eyes of all the professors.She looked at Snape guiltily, but he still ignored her.The owl pecked at her finger in dissatisfaction until she unwrapped the small package before flying away.She opened it curiously, and inside was a small lily of the valley and a letter with only a few lines, inviting her to have dinner next Saturday, signed by Auston Greengrass.

She hurriedly put away the letter and flowers, feeling guilty for no reason, and her palms were a little wet.

"Vanessa, do you have a date?" Dumbledore looked over and asked with a smile.

"Well... yes..." She couldn't tell the task Dumbledore gave her in front of so many teachers, so she had to follow his words.

"That's right. Young people should have the energy of young people. Go out and get to know more people. Don't be like us." He stroked his fluffy beard, and Professor McGonagall gave him a disapproving look.

Vanessa laughed dryly twice, and secretly glanced at Snape.He turned a deaf ear and drank his coffee slowly, but he didn't seem to have a very good appetite, and he only ate a small half of the scrambled eggs on the plate.

Snape put down his glass and left without saying hello.Vanessa hurriedly looked away and didn't dare to look too much, for fear of being caught and taught a lesson.

Dumbledore also put down his teacup: "Go ahead and find me in the office at night. I like to drink Vitad rose tea recently."

Vanessa walked slowly, calculating the time.Snape should have returned to his office before he dared to walk over.There was a dull pain in her brain, she couldn't remember what nonsense she said after drinking too much, but just because she slept in someone else's bed covered with someone's quilt, and Snape sat on the sofa all night, she knew that last night she No less mischief.And based on her understanding of her wine taste, she can't guarantee that she didn't say anything that shouldn't be said.

She raised it and put it down again, but she never dared to knock on the door.Suddenly, the door was pulled open.Snape looked down at her, and Vanessa forgot what to say for a moment.

"Is there a problem?"

The calmer his tone was, the more scared Vanessa was.She also held two slices of whole wheat bread.He drank so much coffee and hadn't eaten anything in the morning that she worried that he would have a stomachache.

She met those dim eyes, and decisively stuffed the bread into the pocket of her coat.Countless answers came to her mind, but she couldn't utter a word when the words came to her lips.

Snape's slender fingers tapped on the door frame three times, and the corners of his mouth curled up impatiently, watching the door slowly close in front of his eyes, Vanessa blocked it with her hand: "I'm here to get something..." The words ended , Snape's eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. I want to take back what I left with you." Vanessa lowered her head and didn't notice his instantly pale face.

Snape turned sideways to let Vanessa in: "The wine is still on the coffee table, you plan to get drunk every day, I have no objection, please go ahead."

Vanessa blushed, remembering that she had said that the rest was given to Snape, and said awkwardly: "No... I won't drink the wine. I... I'm here to get the blanket. I sleep cold at night. " After finally making up a lame reason, she didn't dare to think about it, it was halfway through March, and it was getting warmer every day, so why did she need to travel thousands of miles to get a blanket.

Snape sat behind his desk and gestured please.Vanessa noticed that the blanket had been folded and draped over the arm of the sofa, and she dawdled, wondering if she should have something to say.

Snape opened his mouth and said calmly: "Lily of the valley, a good choice, the petal extract is the most important material for making the hangover potion."

"There's so much knowledge here, you're so knowledgeable." Vanessa's flattery was not accurate, Snape gave her a sideways look, and she slumped back.

Sometimes Vanessa felt that she understood Snape, seeing ten different meanings when he frowned, and sometimes she felt that she couldn't see through him.It stands to reason that it would be fine if Snape didn't poison her for what she did, but now it's as if everything happened.It's different, besides still calling her by her Christian name now, Snape is more like the same way as when they just met again, looking polite but actually far away.

Vanessa was tired of completing the tasks Dumbledore gave her, and she had to do enough acting. She wrote several demos of the life of the mysterious man, and showed them to Slughorn regularly. The manuscripts had already piled up in a thick stack.She had no interest in Greengrass at first, but Dumbledore insisted that it was necessary to maintain a good relationship with some neutral pure-blood families in advance, so she occasionally went to the gatherings of their circle.

May rolls around, and with it comes the final Quidditch match of the year - Gryffindor vs Slytherin.The Gryffindor team took the lead and scored several goals in a row. As the score increased, the Slytherin team became more and more eager for quick success, and their methods were also very dirty.They have changed from batters to "human" hitters, one by one viciously attacking the Gryffindor team members with bats. Wood was hit by Boll and Derrickley one after another, and his whole body was completely bent. With a little strength, he grabbed the broom and rolled in the air.Harry saw the Snitch and was about to speed up when Malfoy grabbed the tail of his broom and dragged him backwards.

Vanessa gritted her teeth, and Professor McGonagall was so angry that he punched Malfoy in the direction of Malfoy. He didn't bother to pick up the hat when it fell off.She couldn't figure out why the Slytherin team always used some shady tricks, even though the strength of the Slytherin team was not weak.Every child has good thoughts and evil thoughts in their hearts, but Slytherin is like a huge vent, and the originally weak little flame is getting hotter and hotter, and it is out of control.

The Gryffindor team desperately dodged the opponent's attack while trying to maintain the gap in score.Relying on the incredible speed of the gun, Harry swooped down, caught up with Malfoy, and was almost close to the ground. Both of them reached out to the golden snitch not far away - Harry caught it!

Seven years later, Gryffindor took home the Quidditch trophy again.

Vanessa couldn't help but cheered along with the crowd. Professor McGonagall grabbed her hand and shook it again and again, then stretched his skirt reservedly and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.Wave after wave of the surrounding scarlet crowd rushed over the balustrade to the field, lifting the players, and scarlet garlands flew across the field.

Harry was riding on Hagrid's shoulders, waving excitedly around, and everyone echoed him, calling his name.Harry turned his head and saw Vanessa through the crowd, the smile on his face deepened, and Vanessa also raised her hat at her.There is a sense of pride that I have never experienced before.

Vanessa turned her head and looked at the dark green stands over there. The audience had almost dispersed, everyone was downcast and silent, and a black figure remained on the stands.Snape turned his face as if aware of her, and their eyes met.She was suddenly not so happy, and even a little at a loss.If only she'd been from Slytherin, she was yelling at Gryffindor in front of Snape.But her heart told her honestly that she was proud of Gryffindor's achievements today, and no matter how much she liked Snape, she couldn't personally feel the loss of Slytherin.