HP told my dad to hit you after school

Came to London with the Portkey, found the theater, and Isa entered with the crowd and took her seat.The seat next to it was empty, and she didn't care anymore.

The lights dimmed and the curtains drew back.

Romeo enters.

It's Alan Rickman.

Isa smiled silently in the dark, smiling, tears streaming down again.

An idiot who couldn't find a seat sat in the empty seat next to her.Yisha has a bad habit of making complaints about watching dramas, and she can't help but feel obsessed when watching dramas.

"My male god was so handsome when he was young...It's a pity that he has a female ticket, otherwise I would definitely run to kiss him at the end of the show hehehe."

"His voice is really nice...but I've heard better than his voice, I have a gay friend!"

"Oh, Juliet's balcony... I also wondered if he would come to me and say he likes me... I can't wait until that day, I'm so miserable, I'll watch it alone on Valentine's Day Dog drama."

"Professor fucking shit, I'm such an excellent little fairy, he doesn't like me! This is his loss!"

"...but like Alan Rickman, as long as he's happy alive, I'm happy too."

"People, they are greedy enough and always want more. But I am not convinced, why am I not worthy of him?!"

"...I'm not his brainless fan, why should I keep my voice low? Why do I have to torture myself to death? If it doesn't work, I'll wait a few years and go to Portugal to train me, Luo Er. Why don't you miss him every day? ?”

"Am I mean? I'm just fucking mean."

"Okay, I decided to be a prodigal son. First, I will have 28 fucking boyfriends. I will pick the most handsome one in every grade in every college, and we will break up quickly after dating each other for a month."

"In this way, when I graduate, I can still write a man guide, hehehe~"

"...Eh, Romeo is going to commit suicide so soon!?"

"No, no, no, Alan, think about it, I'm not ready to watch you die again, the last time I saw you fall down in a movie theater, I was on the spot—"

"..."

"—you're still dead."

"You know the last time you died wearing a black wig and black contact lenses, I cried in the movie theater until I almost got kicked out?"

"This is fate. I will watch you die no matter what, once in the book, once in the movie, once in the three-dimensional, and once in the movie. Is it because I lowered my request to: no matter what, please don't die." death, that's why you tolerate you so humbly?"

"You loved Juliet and were glad to die."

"But when you died, I was crying for you in the audience."

The lights went on, and the actors took their bows.Dead Romeo stood up and bowed with a smile.

But Isa put her head on the front seat, refusing to take another look at the Severus Snape she used to have in her mind.

"I'm sorry for the one sitting next to me. You have to endure my provocation the whole time you watch the show on Valentine's Day." She lowered her head and said sullenly.

"..." The person next to him didn't leave.When people around him started to leave, he still didn't leave.

He sat in his original position, imitating Isa's head to the front seat, and leaned over to watch her cry as she lowered her head.

He reached out a hand, hesitated, and patted Isa on the back.

Originally, her mind was not clear after drinking strong alcohol, but now she feels like she has lost her love. As soon as Isa is comforted, she wants to be heaven and earth.

She whimpered and began to complain:

"Why doesn't the person I like like me?"

The gentleman next to him didn't know how to answer.

He has been asking this question every day in his previous life!

In this life he...

He is as cowardly as in his previous life.

It seems that this crying girl is the same.

"Which... do you like?" The gentleman next to her comforted her back, "Have you tried to confess your love?"

Yisha was startled, she stood up straight with her eyes wide open, as if she had seen a ghost, watching the greasy-headed god who fell down with his neck covered in the movie, sitting beside her in a healthy state, and heard her whining and complaining angrily When he was young, he didn't like her to death.

"Professor?" She asked softly in disbelief, "You heard my voice, so you came back to meet the fan girl, right?"

Snape: ...He just picked up the ticket she lost, drank the aging potion, and followed her to hear her cry for an hour!

"You..." Snape hesitated.

At this moment, Yisha was reeking of alcohol, and threw herself into the arms of the man in black robe.

"I got it!" She hugged the man's waist tightly, unable to distinguish between reality and fiction, "Ten points for attacking the professor!"

Seeing Isa who was broken up and crying, and seeing him alive and well, Snape felt so bitter that he didn't know how to react.

She cried so badly for someone she couldn't have.And this girl who also knew the direction of the original world fell in love with a person who was supposed to die.

She had always been dazzling in his heart, and he couldn't imagine how good the man she wanted was.

He is also sad.Although he didn't know why he was so sad that he couldn't even breathe.

Of course he knew that he always had a vague affection for such a splendid girl as Isa.He has been restraining himself, he puts the joy of seeing her every day into a cabinet in his brain, and then locks it.Every day before going to bed, he had to pinch off that tenacious budding liking, every day.

But every time she got close, the cabinet shook and struggled.

He talked to the cabinet in the dead of night, and he asked the cabinet, have you forgotten what kind of person you are?

The cabinet buzzed and replied: When I see her, I always forget myself and only remember her.

He finally had to put the lock on again and fled in embarrassment.

He wondered what kind of life Isha would lead in the future.

She will become famous by her own efforts. Princes and nobles line up to pursue her. She picks and chooses, just like picking a quill in a literary residence. In the end, she chooses the most expensive and best one. A gold-dusted invitation, as casual as asking him to Paddifu.

He will be the most sincere well-wisher.

Then resolutely burn that crying big cabinet.

Isa was still buried in the arms of the professor.

Her professor, with half-length hair in a black robe, didn't wash his hair, clutched his neck cruelly, and had to "look at me." The professor who stabbed her before he died.

"Professor, you have experienced it too, humble secret love." She said sullenly.

The cleaner who cleaned the theater looked at the two who were stubbornly refusing to leave from a distance, and hesitated whether to drive them away.

Snape's knee hurt.

"I like a good friend of mine, it's super good. But he has a white moonlight in his heart, and I don't know if he still likes her now."

The big cabinet rattled and shook, frantically wondering who that person was.

good friend! ?

"It stands to reason that I'm so good, so I shouldn't be so timid, right? But I just like him, with all my heart."

The cabinet broke open one lock and was about to break open the next one.

"Professor, you will definitely tell me, then you like it. I knew you would say that, because you did it right. But I am not reconciled, I think I have to be rewarded equally, why should I have to A person who silently likes and does good deeds without leaving a name? Am I not worthy of him?"

The cabinet pounded on the last few locks, and Snape felt he could not close it.

The theater manager came rushing towards them.

"Professor, I will say it while you are here today. You are an idiot, and I am an idiot. You feel that you are not worthy of the person you like, so you torture yourself. I am afraid that after confessing, I will not be able to make friends, so I torture Myself. Why do you wrong yourself? Why should you confess your confession vigorously before accepting failure calmly! How cool! How exhilarating!"

Isa broke free from his arms, her eyes sparkling and her face flushed.

"You haven't tried it! I haven't tried it either!" She said excitedly, "Professor, please witness, I will confess my confession immediately, and if I fail, I will forget about it and never procrastinate! Super handsome!!!”

"Manager! Manager! Manager, where is Alan Rickman?" Isa jumped up, "Backstage?"

The manager was dumbfounded.

Isa swiftly rolled across the stage, and Snape followed, holding on to the slamming cupboard door.He watched as the drunken little girl found the blond man who was taking off his makeup backstage, stood still in front of him, and kissed the locket on his chest earnestly.

"I like you, don't die, okay, don't let me cry for you again, okay?" She looked carefully at the young AR who was frightened by her, expecting his reply.

"Sorry, miss, but backstage—"

"She's drunk, sorry, I'll take her away right away." Snape grabbed Isa's shoulder, "Isa—"

"Snape, you bastard!" Isa burst out suddenly, "You always feel that no one in the world cares about you or loves you, so why can't you give yourself a little more confidence?"

Snape shuddered, like a thunderbolt, split open the crazy cabinet, and let out all the little buds that had accumulated, and let them squeal and occupy the barren corners of his heart.

She still faced Allen, thinking of him as the person who stabbed her bloody in the movie, as the person who got along with each other every day and bickered and missed each other: "My professor told you, you should be Are you really a professor? Do you think you are invulnerable and hard-hearted? Am I the same?"

"I'm not going to torture myself anymore, I'm done, I hate spending Valentine's Day alone!"

She drew her wand as if holding her sword.

Snape wrapped his arms around her from behind, grabbed her wand hand, and gently and unquestioningly snapped her wand at him.

"That's why you called me Mr. Rickman?" He covered her eyes with his free hand, leading her away from the backstage, away from the AR, away from the visions that tormented her.

They walked out of the theater into the snowstorm.She was blindfolded, drunk and sleepy, and just wanted to sleep.

Snape wanted to dance, he wanted to sing, he wanted to throw ten passionflowers into the cauldron in one go.

He even wanted to take Isa back to Hogwarts and give each of them a forgetful one.

"Stupid." The wardrobe in his heart was doing backflips, "Me too."

Isa was out of hearing.She wrapped herself into the arms of the tall man, happily escaped the embarrassing situation with the strength of alcohol.

Snape carried Isa back to Hogsmeade with the Portkey, just in time for the aging potion.In the wind and snow, he hugged a girl who was two centimeters taller than him, and stood at the entrance of the Pig's Head Bar, where the door keys were placed, and couldn't help laughing wildly.

Aberforth came out to throw the bottle, and saw this pair of idiot students standing in the snow and laughing.

Abforth:  …MDZZ

The author has something to say:

I can't believe I did it!

Confessed to Woji! ! !

Confession in only 32 chapters! ! !

It's really exciting to run away after confessing my love. I wonder if I wake up stupidly and remember that she molested the two male gods?

...I don't care, my kidneys have been emptied after writing the confession anyway!