[HP] Don't talk to me

I used the following weekend to go to Oliver Potions in Diagon Alley.

When I handed the two potions I made a few days ago to Potions Shop owner Skoda Oliver, he raised his head across the counter and sized me up several times with those sharp and shrewd eyes, before he was too slow Said: "Professor Effah, what I have to tell you is that two days ago, Professor Snape just came and settled all the potions on that order."

"He... has been here?"

Oliver nodded and praised: "Yes, it was just two days ago. I didn't expect him to be so efficient. He is really a master of potions."

I froze for a moment, pursed my lips, then took the potion on the counter, turned around and walked out of the potion shop.

Yes, he is a potions master.Maybe the potion ability that Bryce Evans showed in front of me a few days ago is very strong, but there may still be a long way to go to become a master.How many days and nights, I stood with Snape in front of the cauldron to survive.He was staring at the cauldron then, and I was staring at him.

However, he actually completed the order so quickly. Behind the efficiency, I don't know what he has experienced.

It seems that my hoarseness to stop it really didn't work at all.

He wouldn't listen to me at all, like he used to.

And, there are countless questions...

I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe facing the street, rubbing the wall of the cup.Through the thick ceramic, the warmth hits towards the fingertips.

I frowned, but I only felt chills in my heart.

His injury healed?No, it can't be that fast.Maybe the trauma wasn't fatal, but it was enough to keep him in pain for months.Moreover, can he change the medicine himself?Could it be that they went to St. Mungo's Hospital to see Dr. Mendel?Also, why didn't he go back to school?

Dumbledore's will...what was it again?

Too many questions bother me, and I can't figure it out.

I thought I could stop caring about anything, but when something related to him happened, I still couldn't ignore it.It is difficult to explain this kind of feeling with a specific vocabulary. Perhaps, over the years, I have already regarded him as a relative.It must be, absolutely, definitely.

Hogwarts is about to go on vacation, and if he doesn't come back, Professor McGonagall will help him deliver the final speech.There are still many things waiting for him to deal with in the school. The outer wall has not been repaired, and the greenhouse is still being rebuilt.

For the first time in months, I had the idea of ​​reaching out to him.

Stratos Surprise Antique Shop, Clothea and Duke Jesse Potion Shop, Siresys Hodoras Wizard Pharmacy...Because I was stimulated that day, I actually remembered the names of the shops on these orders very clearly .For the next half day, I walked around Diagon Alley, visiting these stores from house to house.Fortunately, he concentrated all his work in Diagon Alley, so that I would not have to run around—it’s not that I’m afraid of being tired, but I really don’t have the money to travel too far.

In the end, I got the most useful information at Crothea and Duke Jesse Potions.Snape had just written to them promising that tomorrow would be the day when his first batch of five potions would be delivered, and since this kind of precious potion was not suitable for posting through the owl post office, he should go to the shop in person to handle the handover formalities, just like he As it did at Oliver's Potions.

As night fell, I returned to Hogwarts with plans to catch Snape the next day.It was past dinner time, so I stayed in the kitchen and asked the elf for some more veggie sandwiches, then went back to my room.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard the sound of the window popping.Since I was going to be out all day, I simply closed the windows tightly.The room is filled with a smell that can only be found in the depths of the ground. This dark and damp corner is not ventilated, it is really terrible.I ran to open the window to get some air, and immediately found a little thing fluttering its wings and was already waiting on the edge of the window. When I opened a window slit, I couldn't wait to squeeze my little head and squeak, and moved my body in again.

It is an owl that often delivers letters to me, and the letter paper tied to it belongs to Andrew.

I opened the letter and read it, and was immediately taken aback.

Andrew said in the letter that since the new minister of the Ministry of Magic of Georgia took office and introduced a series of new policies, the investigation and punishment of banned drugs has suddenly increased. There is no way to help me get this forbidden item again, and there is no guarantee how long it will take to get it again.

In my subconscious mind, Andrew would never lie to me. He must be really helpless and helpless, so he wrote me such a letter full of embarrassment and helplessness.He's teaching in Georgia, and he has a wife and daughter at home, and I certainly can't force him to do more risky things for me when he's in the limelight.

So I wrote a letter expressing my understanding, telling him that I would find another way, and the last time I wrote to him that I didn’t have enough scorpion stones was a typo, and the stock he gave me was enough for me to use for a few months .And in these few months I will definitely find someone to help me do it locally in the UK, don't worry.

When the owl flapped its wings and left again, I looked out of the already pitch-black window, unable to make any sound.

It happened so suddenly that I didn't expect it.I told Andrew that the scorpion stone is enough for me to use it for a few months is a lie. During this time, my inventory has long been unable to support my frequent and ridiculous usage.I have about eight scorpion stones left, and if I go back to one a week, I can last another two months.But now I only use one for a week and feel extremely uncomfortable, and I can't appear in front of others normally.

Fortunately, the upcoming holiday can help me. If I can stay in school during the holiday and reduce going out activities, then no matter how uncomfortable I am, I will just stay in the room alone and endure, and no one will see it.

It is also difficult to find other people to help find materials. I can't think of anyone else who can make me trust like Andrew.

My thoughts were too complicated and chaotic, and I couldn't sort it out at once, so I simply stopped thinking about it, and fell asleep after washing.

The next morning, I set off from Hogwarts to Crothea and Duke Jesse Potions.The clerk didn't know my real reason for coming, but thought I was here waiting for the coming Severus Snape.I smiled and suggested to the clerk that in order to prevent me from wandering around in the store and affecting their business, why not cast a disillusionment spell on myself to become invisible temporarily.

I sat on one of the stools where the clerk rested behind the counter, leaning against the wall, and the disillusionment charm made it easy for me to wait quietly.

Suddenly, the scene that happened in the cellar many years ago came to mind.

That day, Snape slowly emerged from the podium, walking towards me in a black robe with a dazed look on his face.

"How do you know, I'm here?" His face showed the shock in his heart. He wouldn't want to understand why I could find him, because he was the same as I am now: using the Disillusionment Charm.

At that time, he was very young, only in his early twenties.I remember staring at his black hair for a few seconds, its messy curls on one side and the greasy strands on the other that hung ridiculously over his cheekbones.

"Because... so, I won't tell you." At that time, I responded to him like this.

I just didn't want to tell him that I'd been hiding outside the cellar all day.So I am very clear about his comings and goings. He hasn't come out since the last time he went in, and the cellar has only one entrance and exit.

That day, I hesitated for a long time before pushing the door and approaching the cellar.When I searched carefully but couldn't find him, I could naturally guess that he must have used some method to hide it.

So the truth is often very simple.

The memory is linked here, and I couldn't help but bend the corners of my mouth.The store was very quiet, except for one customer standing in front of a cabinet in the corner, picking and choosing.The gray-haired old clerk was lying on the counter, and he could vaguely hear his snoring in a sweet sleep.

It happened to be two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and the warm weather and the quiet atmosphere made me feel sleepy very quickly.The customer walked out without buying anything, and I quickly closed my eyes as I watched him go out.

"Dinglingling..." There was a crisp sound of wind chimes at the door, which meant that someone was coming again.

I opened my eyes and quietly looked towards the door, immediately secretly surprised.

It wasn't a customer, but it wasn't Snape either.It's Hogwarts' current potions professor, Bryce Evans.

The author has something to say:

Correct me:

In the previous Chapter 4 (four) rift, it was mentioned that the heroine said that she was 30 years old, which was wrong.I calculated the narrative line, the heroine is 27 years old, just 10 years younger than the professor. Chapter 4 has been modified, and readers who have read it are reminded.