[HP] Astringent

Vanessa was sitting on Snape's lap, both of their robes were a little disheveled.She stroked Snape's nose with her slender fingers: "Is my performance worth ten points for Gryffindor, Professor Snape?"

"Shut up." Snape turned away.Vanessa grabbed his collar, forced him to turn around, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Professor, do you think the students don't work hard enough? What about this?" The hot air sprayed from the tip of his nose was getting closer and closer to his earlobe, making his ears red.

Snape couldn't bear to avoid her, and the red spread to his neck: "As long as you don't move around."

Vanessa let out a small cheer, kissed the tip of his nose before he came back to his senses, then stood aside, took off his glasses, and repeatedly confirmed: "I don't go back on what you promised, no matter what you find in the afternoon Reasons to give Gryffindor points."

Snape grimaced and nodded reluctantly.

When Snape and Vanessa arrived in the hall, only a few students were still having their lunch. They ate a few bites in a hurry, and then walked down the stone steps to the Potions classroom.Vanessa insisted on going to class with her, just to make sure he would really add points.And she didn't want to miss Snape teaching Umbridge a lesson.

Because they arrived later than usual, the doors of the classrooms were not open, and most of the students were waiting outside.Where there are Slytherins and Gryffindors at the same time, there will always be disputes.Before they got close, they saw Malfoy waving a document-like scroll in his hand, and said maliciously to the three of Harry: "My dad said that the Ministry has been looking for reasons to get rid of Arthur Weasley all these years." Just for Potter? My dad said it was a matter of time before the Ministry sent him to St. Mungo's, and they apparently have a special ward for people whose minds have been screwed by magic." Strange look, long mouth, eyeballs rolling around.Neville suddenly sprinted around the corner, straight for Malfoy - he thought of his parents.He put to good use a technique he'd learned that morning, punching Malfoy in the face before he could draw his wand.

The scene became even more chaotic, and Harry was the first to react, striding forward and grabbing his robe.Neville's arms waved in the air.

"Fight?" Snape snorted coldly.Normally, he would definitely protect Malfoy, but what he said just now hurt Neville.His face was pale, and a trace of disgust flashed through his eyes.

The students made way for them, but many Gryffindors looked at him disapprovingly and in fear.

Vanessa followed him and patted his arm quickly.She glanced at Malfoy, who lowered his head flustered and uncomfortable.She could feel that Malfoy didn't feel bad for her, maybe even respected her - she had helped him more than once.So Vanessa smiled on purpose, and asked, "I guess what you want to talk about is not only Mr. Potter, but also me?"

Malfoy flinched and said in a muffled voice, "No, Professor Weasley."

"Look up at me, Mr Malfoy."

Malfoy raised his head slowly, with a slightly ashamed expression on his face.Vanessa continued: "A hero is a hero no matter where he is sent, remember my words. Also, I always think you are smart enough, you shouldn't always be your father's mouthpiece." Malfoy only hesitated After a while, I understood what Vanessa meant.He frowned and lowered his head again.

Vanessa had already walked up to him by this time, and she said to Snape, "Severus, I think you still have potion ingredients that need to be processed?"

Snape glanced back at her, then looked at Malfoy reproachfully: "Come to my office at eight o'clock tonight." Then he turned to Neville, "As for you, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Potter... ..."

The two people whose names were called immediately glared at him.Vanessa coughed twice, easily stopping what he didn't say.Snape moved his lips, and struggled to utter a few words: "This is not an example." Then he waved his wand, and the classroom door was pushed open with a "slam".He strode into the classroom, as if he would lose points if he looked at them one more time.

Vanessa really loved his distorted look, she turned her head and covered her doting smile with her hands.Malfoy watched Vanessa surreptitiously, and ducked his head quickly into the classroom when she noticed.

Neville stayed until the end, and when he passed Vanessa, he whispered, "Thank you." Vanessa patted him on the shoulder, pushed him into the classroom, followed her in, and closed the door.

Vanessa sat in the last row of the classroom, holding her face and admiring Snape's appearance in class - that expression mixed with boredom and contempt.How could anyone express such negativity so alluringly.The students must think Vanessa is crazy if they can read minds.Vanessa couldn't understand why everyone didn't like Snape, but she was complacent that she had monopolized his tenderness.

Snape noticed her direct and hot gaze, gave her a warning look, and then looked away uncomfortably.After quieting the class with his cold eyes, he said in a low, sarcastic tone, "You will find out that we have a guest today." The whole class looked at Vanessa in unison.She hurriedly sat upright and greeted everyone.

"It wasn't her." Snape curled his lips impatiently, he didn't like when everyone was staring at Vanessa in a silly way.He pointed to another dark corner, this time looking at the past with some disgust.

"Continue to configure the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you match it correctly, you should be able to complete it after this weekend. The operation method—" He waved his wand again, "on the blackboard. Mr. Longbottom, you go to the last row. Mr. Finnigan, you join him. Now start your homework."

When Vanessa saw this seating arrangement, she was instantly amused. These two top killers in the Potions class were cleverly arranged next to Umbridge, and the person caught in the middle was still writing on the clipboard. Looking at the course evaluation, I have no idea what kind of danger I may encounter.Just when she was laughing silly, Snape came over: "Do you need a clipboard to grade my class too?"

"No need, I've heard about your teaching style, and I know your biography clearly." Vanessa said with a smile, "But I will definitely give you full marks." Her voice was very low Low, make sure only Snape can hear it.Hearing Vanessa's hypocritical flattery, he still couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

After all, Vanessa couldn't just stare at Snape for the whole class - she liked to do it, but it was too weird for others to see.She simply decided to help Harry brew a potion for his scars.Reluctantly, or rather apprehensively, Snape provided her with an old cauldron and a few simple utensils.

"Where's the potion formula, I want your improved one!" She followed behind Snape with a bunch of things in her hands.Snape casually tore a piece of parchment, and wrote the formula eloquently.

Vanessa is full of fighting spirit, she thinks this potion doesn't look much harder than a hemostatic agent.Snape stood beside her and watched for a while, until he was sure that she could cut the material by herself, and then turned to watch the other students' production process.

While Snape was leaning over to examine Thomas' cauldron, Umbridge walked across two laps of the table.She was a Slytherin and seemed to automatically assume that Snape was on her side and disliked Dumbledore as much as she did.Vanessa was completely drawn to her flamboyant robes - she would have been displeased to see any woman approaching Snape.However, she didn't completely stop the movements in her hands, but she was much slower.

Umbridge said briskly into Snape's back, "I wonder if there are always random people waiting to come in and make trouble?"

Vanessa was pouring the juice from the tentacles of Mortra rat, and when she heard her strange words, she glared at her immediately.Snape passed Umbridge - which was easy because she was so short - and pushed her past her towards Vanessa.He said sternly: "You tell me how many milliliters of tentacles juice should be poured in the second step?"

Vanessa stopped her hands in a flash, but the purple-red liquid in the crucible had already started to boil violently.Snape cut a few pieces of spider's feet and threw them in, and stirred them counterclockwise three times, at which point the potion returned to its original lavender color.

As strict as he was with his students, Snape ordered, "Answer my question."

Vanessa glanced at the parchment guiltily: "I think it's 300ml..." She pursed her lips and complained, "I can't blame it all, if Professor Umbridge didn't distract me.

Snape glared at her, and then looked at Umbridge with even darker eyes: "For their pathetic IQ, the dangers in successfully brewing a potion are enough, please Don't add to the trouble, Professor Umbridge. If you can't be quiet, I can only go and tell the headmaster that you are obstructing the professor's normal teaching work in your eyes. Besides—" His tone is getting worse, almost Throwing Umbridge out, "There is no school rule that prohibits another professor from borrowing my classroom and materials to make potions." Vanessa hid behind Snape, stuck her head out from time to time, and followed Snape Pu stared at her together.Umbridge was left speechless.

Harry was surprised at his apparent disgust, and Ron moved closer to him and Hermione and whispered, "Do you think he's talking about Vanessa?"

"Yeah, that's too weird!" Harry nodded repeatedly.

Hermione was still stirring the cauldron, and interrupted when she heard this: "Don't forget, Professor Snape is also Dumbledore's, so Umbridge is our common enemy."

"I really can't think of anything we can agree on." Ron clicked his tongue, "Dumbledore is so great."

Umbridge was ridiculed a little more honestly, she didn't pick Vanessa's sting anymore, but asked Snape: "How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

"14."

"You apply to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, don't you?"

"Yes." Snape whispered back, keeping his eyes on Vanessa's cauldron.

"But didn't apply?"

"Obvious."

"You've applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you came to school, haven't you?"

Vanessa, who had been listening to their conversation, looked up annoyed and stared at the back of her head.Snape saw her distraction immediately, and squinted at her sideways.

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?"

"I suggest you ask him." Snape said impatiently.

Umbridge felt that he had regained some face, and said with a smile, "I will."

Snape raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "According to the procedure, you also need to interview the students' evaluation of the course, right. I think Mr. Longbottom can't wait to chat with you." Wei broke out in a cold sweat, and with a shaking hand, he threw in five more leech wings, and the cauldron began to make an unpleasant sizzle sound.

"Really?" Umbridge approached Neville enthusiastically, "Please tell me your feelings truthfully."

"I, I have no problem..." Neville shrank back in fear.The sound of the unknown liquid in the pot became louder. The moment his voice fell, the bottom of the crucible was burned through. The viscous dark green liquid met the flame, and a puff of black smoke burst out, followed by a deafening explosion. Voice.

Vanessa and Snape each grabbed a student by the collar and used a defensive spell to block the spraying lava.Harry and the others who were sitting nearby had honed their extraordinary adaptability in practice. They also cast the Armor Charm while protecting their own cauldron.Umbridge wasn't so lucky, and she howled as the liquid splashed on her calf.

Snape cleaned up Neville's "dynamite" and at the same time cast a Freezing Charm on Umbridge.She finally stopped the piercing screams.

"I originally agreed with the Ministry of Magic. What's the use of staying in school and asking for Defense Against the Dark Arts? They can't really be in danger." Snape said sarcastically, "but now I have to withdraw my opinion."

Many students could hardly hold back their laughter, and if Snape hadn't always frightened them, they would even have cheered his name.By the moment everyone admits that his sarcasm is very enjoyable to use on the enemy.

"You, you..." Umbridge trembled with anger.

Snape glanced at her wound casually: "Miss Parkinson, Mr. Malfoy, you two turn off the fire and take Professor Umbridge to the hospital wing for me." Umbridge emphasized in a regretful tone, "I sincerely hope that you can complete the whole class so that you can better score my class. What a pity."

After Umbridge was taken away, there was a commotion in the class, and Snape said impatiently: "Continue to make your potions." He walked back and forth among the rows of seats, checking everyone's results.Hermione's potion had successfully turned pale pink, she turned off the fire, poured all the liquid into a pot-bellied glass bottle, and handed it to Snape.

Vanessa looked over immediately, and Snape knew what she was expecting.After hesitating again and again, he squeezed out a few words from his nose: "Ten points from Gryffindor."

"What did you say, Professor?" Hermione froze, looking at him in horror.

With a gloomy face, Snape said annoyedly, "If you don't go back to your seat, I'll give you ten points immediately, Miss Granger."

"Yes! Yes!" Hermione blushed with excitement. Halfway through the run, she hurried back and added, "Thank you, Professor Snape!" Then she hid back in her seat, trying to cover herself Excited, he erected his potions textbook to cover his face.

Vanessa winked at Snape in satisfaction, tore off a small piece of parchment and drew a little red flower on it.Tapped with a magic wand, the parchment automatically folded into a butterfly and flew towards the podium.

The students handed over the finished products to the podium one after another, and there were not many people left in the classroom.Snape folded the butterfly, put it in his jacket pocket, and walked over to Vanessa.Vanessa had just bottled the finished potion, and she handed it to Snape: "It's pretty successful, isn't it?"

"Barely usable."

Neville and Seamus came over nervously, they had nothing to hand over.Snape sneered: "It's a pity that you got zero points in this class. It's a pity that Gryffindor deducted ten points." The two ran away without tears.

Vanessa stared at him with wide eyes, and they were the only ones left in the classroom.She said angrily: "You are cheating!"

"When I promised you, there was no additional condition not to deduct points from Gryffindor." He raised the corners of his lips, as if he had succeeded in a prank.

Vanessa puffed up and said, "Give me back the little red flower!" She rummaged through his pockets as she spoke.

Snape took the paper butterfly back, held hers behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Ten points from Gryffindor, because Longbottom and Mr. Finnigan helped Nissa solve a little trouble."

Vanessa couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of her mouth were raised high, and her arms were thrown over his neck: "You just know how to tease me."

The author has something to say:

For Vanessa, falling in love is only the first step, and there are more important things behind, such as how to make the professor get along with his relatives (Weasleys) and friends (Big Dog and Wolf).

Every time Vanessa asked the professor to lock up the Slytherin students, I was thinking about it. Vanessa actually wanted to say: "Father, these children are too noisy. I can't control them. Go and deal with them." Take care!"

PS Do you still remember the story of Butterfly passing on the book? Guiding Chapter 7.

What about PSS? ! ! ! !When I write about knives, I want to write about sugar, and when I write about sugar, I want to write about knives! ! ! QAAAQ