[HP] Don't talk to me

I go back to my room.

Maybe I'm especially suited to this place right now, cold and dank and dark and quiet.I remember that as a student of Ravenclaw College, I used to live in a sunny place with an elegant environment. I like the sun.So when I walked into this remote and small room for the first time, I was very resistant.But now, I unexpectedly like it here.Maybe time is really quietly changing everything.

Sitting at the table, I took out the things in my pocket by candlelight - I just took it from Snape's bedroom.This is not considered stealing, because this thing is mine in the first place.

My Photo.

In the image, I am a very standard bust, but within three seconds of smiling, I can't help making a face, and the photo keeps repeating this dynamic.At that time, I had just graduated from school and stayed with Snape as an assistant. Dumbledore asked me to take a standard photo, so I left this photo-with waist-length hair and bangs, with a look of fearlessness The image of the world's mixed world female devil.

At that time, I seemed to be heartlessly happy.

I put this photo on Snape's bedside table in a shameless manner, but he never changed it.I still remember that when I put it on, I smirked at Snape who was half lying on the bed in a daze, and my heart was full of happiness.I said, keep this photo with you, and take a look at it every time you can't see me.

I can even recall my heartbeat at that moment again.When I took the photo out of the frame and put it in my pocket, I was a little bit reluctant.

It stayed in that room for two years.

Sighing, I hold the photo up to the candlelight.Sparks flickered, as if flying in mid-air.I want to burn the photo, once and for all.You can never go back to the past, so why keep these things?

Suddenly, I saw the flames rushing to the edge, and I was startled suddenly, I retracted my hand and immediately extinguished the fire.

I was stunned for a while, looking at the black scorching marks that had been burned on the edge, and then looked at myself in the photo, opened the drawer of the desk, put the photo in, and pressed it on the bottom layer.

Morning meeting at Hogwarts, with Snape speaking as Headmaster.He has not appeared in front of my eyes these days, not because I deliberately avoided him, but because he was not at school at all.I heard that he came back this morning and brought someone with him. It has spread among the teachers—that person will take up a position at Hogwarts.

I listened to Snape's deep and magnetic voice running by my ears, lowered the black hat on my head and closed my eyes for a nap.I found that my state changed with the time I needed to use the scorpion stone, and tomorrow should be the use day, so I felt a little tired today.

"Now let me introduce the new professor Hogwarts is about to welcome, the Potions professor—Bryce Evans."

As soon as Snape's voice fell, warm applause immediately resounded in the entire hall.

I didn't open my eyes, who came to Hogwarts and who left, I really have no interest at all.The sound of a chair moving was vaguely heard, and then a very young male voice came.

"Guys, I'm Bryce and I'm very happy to be here. I haven't been back to the UK for five years and it's an honor to be here."

There began to be whispered discussions among the professors:

"God, how old do you think he is? Is he 20 years old?"

"I can't guess, he looks... still a student."

"He may have some special talent."

"I've heard he's a potions genius."

"It is said that?"

"He was secretly detained by the Dark Lord before. Last week's "Orange Weekly" just wrote a report, which said that he had finally returned to China recently."

"I must say, how did the headmaster get him here?"

"I don't know, Severus must have his own way."

I don't know about Potions Master, I thought Snape was continuing to do it himself, isn't he still working hard to make potions?

Moreover, I can also take this position, why can't he ask for my opinion on employment first?Since he must keep me in this place, he must have some sincerity to retain talents, right?

I looked up and looked at the new professor standing at the table in the distance.Applause rang out in Hogwarts, accompanied by discussions. This situation was as enthusiastic as when I just returned to school a few days ago.

He was really a young man, probably not more than twenty years old, and he looked not much older than the highest grade students in the colleges in the hall.He has short red hair and a handsome face, but he is not tall.

Bryce Evans, I recited the name silently in my heart, and vaguely felt that I had seen or heard of it somewhere, but I couldn’t remember it.

He glanced towards the teaching chair where I was, his eyes burning.I lower my eyes.I'm too tired, I really don't want to think about anything, I'd better go back to sleep while I don't have class in the morning.

I found my old but serviceable silver arrow, and took a rag and wiped it clean myself.This guy has to say it looks old-fashioned and out of fashion, and now it hangs in the broom shop in Diagon Alley, maybe it won't be sold again, but it should be good to use.I still remember that in order to buy it, I saved a full three months of money.It's a pity that I didn't use it seriously when it was the best.

I shrunk down the Silver Arrow and stuffed it in my carry-on bag, then headed out into the open air.It's Saturday and I'm going to try my old buddy while the school is quiet.

one two Three!

I said it silently in my heart, and then I sprinted into the air.

The silver arrow jumped into the air, light and fast, full of strength.Probably because of the previous experience, my technique has improved a bit, and I only swayed a few times in the air before I grasped the balance.

I circled Hogwarts Castle a few times, and then flew in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

An hour later, I re-landed on Hogwarts lawn where there was no one else.I still haven't been able to find the entrance. I really don't know if my physical function has declined too much after a catastrophe. Recently, I have no strength to use spells, and my memory seems to have declined a lot.

I shrink the silver arrow and put it in the bag.A voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Your flying movements are good, and you don't look like a person with limited mobility at all."

I turned my head and found that it was the new professor.Standing in the shadow of a flower bed a few steps away, he looked even smaller than he had in the morning's self-introduction.If he hadn't just had an impression of his face, it would be very easy to mistake him for a student.

"Thank you for the compliment, do you also like flying?" I wanted to leave, but unexpectedly found that the process of returning from the dead had worn my skin thin.I was nailed to the spot, knowing that I couldn't move without a few perfunctory words.

"To tell you the truth," the little man grinned, "I can't fly at all. When I arrived here yesterday afternoon, I saw the broom for the first time."

"That's a pity. Maybe you can go to Mrs. Hooch and borrow a broom. She's giving flying lessons in the lower grades."

"Bryce Evans." He held out his hand toward me.

I sighed, I really couldn't hide.

"Ta Effa." I squeezed his hand, and my heart skipped a beat. Although his hand was small, it was extremely rough, like a crushed stone, which hurt people.

"Never mind," he said, pulling his hand back quickly, and then whispered, "My hand is really uncomfortable to hold."

I didn't know how to answer the question for a moment, he looked me up and down and said: "You should know that you are very famous. Even an ignorant bumpkin like me has seen reports about you on the train coming here—— The only sorceress to survive Voldemort's deadly shadow."

What does that have to do with me?I shake my head. "It's nothing to be happy about being reported." I could feel Bryce's snoring stop, and he blinked and said, "You really think so?"

The bell rang, interrupting our simple conversation.I have lessons for the next period, so I nodded goodbye to him and entered the castle.

The new Professor Bryce has caused quite a stir in the school.He walked into the Gryffindor house second-year classroom for the first class, and the curious look at him by the lion cubs at that time quickly disappeared in his sullen air.He and Snape were so similar, their class habits and accent were almost the same, if it wasn't for the stark contrast between the red hair and Snape's black hair, one could almost guess whether the two were twin brothers.

Bryce didn't have Snape's dour but serious demeanor, though.He is low-key and introverted, and he will not "take care" of Gryffindor in class, nor will he give Slytherin extra points or be soft-handed.His classes were generally good because his interpretations of the textbooks were both unique and practical.Perhaps, his popularity in Ravenclaw should be the highest.

I did all this while listening to the breakfast-time gossip of faculty members.Because Bryce, except for dining in the hall in the first few days, almost stayed behind closed doors, stayed alone in his room and enjoyed the breakfast that the elf brought him alone.

I also want to have this kind of treatment, how wonderful it is not to have to meet Snape every day!Unfortunately, after communicating with the elves, I learned that Snape had told them in advance that no one except Bryce could enjoy this special treatment.

So I had to deal with seeing Snape every day, although it wasn't scary once I got used to it.From the day when I almost lost my composure and left in front of him until now, he has never taken the initiative to talk to me. Even when we passed sideways, he rarely looked at me deliberately. This feeling of being almost automatically ignored added to my love. sense of security.

I guess he's still making potions, and I know his character too well to let things go easily.I think this is probably another reason why he avoids me, he doesn't want this topic to be brought up.

I once thought about building a crucible to make medicine by myself, but now I can be said to be poor and have no materials at all.Speaking of which, apart from eating and drinking at school three times a day, I don’t even have the money to go to an off-campus meal. I’m slowly paying off my debts, and the money I put into Gringotts every month will be divided up within the next day. .

This kind of day may be the most relaxing, because I have no expectations for my life, every minute or even every second is the same.

"Dumbledore seems to have made a secret will before his death." I heard this news from Professor Flitwick's mouth. We were having breakfast at that time. This was another daily chat, but today's one was a bit explosive.

"Then why did you find out now?" I asked while cutting the sausage in front of me.God!The sausages at Hogwarts are not as crispy as they used to be, supposedly because the elf who did the job died during the war - a sad story indeed.

"Severus mentioned yesterday that he found a clue from the fireplace in the principal's office. You didn't come to dinner that night, and he said he was going to pick up things from a place mentioned in the will. Didn't you realize that he is not here today?"

I quickly looked up and scanned the table, he is really not there, the seat is empty.During this period of time, I almost regarded him as a transparent person, no wonder I didn't find out.

"Don't worry, Tata." Professor McGonagall said softly, "Severus will be back soon."

"I'm not worried." I smiled.