[HP] So you are such Anita

The white light cut through the rain curtain in the gray mist, and the black robe passed over the arch, like billowing black smoke, and stood still in the empty hall.

Professor Snape squeezed his wand lightly, and looked at Anita who was standing quietly in the hall.

Anita was extremely disturbed by the sharp gaze. She shouted in her heart, hoping that someone would come down and break the deadlock.

Today is really unfortunate, and this time is also very unfortunate. You must know that it is 07:30 in the morning. In this kind of rainy weather, 07:30 in the morning is the time to sleep soundly.But since Professor Snape could come in, Claudio must know where that guy went, and he wouldn't just fall back on the bed as soon as he got up.

"Uh, Dean, have you had your meal yet? Otherwise, have breakfast here first, and I'll take you to your room later." Anita bit the bullet and greeted Professor Snape.

Snape glanced at Anita, "I need a room where I can experiment with potions."

"No problem, I will prepare all the potion equipment." Anita led Snape into the dining room.

"No need, as long as it's quiet, open and undisturbed, I'll prepare the rest." Snape pulled the chair away and sat on it.

"Okay, I understand, so shall we serve the meal now?" Anita held the silver spoon and was about to tap it.

Snape took out a book from his wizard robe, glanced at the silver spoon in Anita's hand, "Is Auerbach's a breakfast shop? It's still early, just follow your normal meal time."

Dean Snape must have felt slighted because she was the only one to greet him, how rude Anita was gesturing frantically at the house-elves behind her back, telling them to drag Claudio anyway stand up.

"If I remember correctly, the exam is going to be in three days. You seem very sure. If that's the case, we might as well start the exam now. What do you think?" Snape sat on the chair, flipping Talking to Anita while reading the page.

"No, no, no, Dean, I just want to see what else you need, or I'll serve you a cup of black tea first? I'll read a book right away." Anita backed away while talking, and the house elves saw if the guest was there. If he had any comments on the black tea, he wittily changed the black tea to Snape's desk.

Snape picked up the black tea in a relaxed manner, took a sip, and looked up again. Anita had already disappeared. He lowered his head and turned another page.

By the willow window where raindrops were flowing, Anita rushed all the way to Claudio's bedroom. It seemed that she had to come in person to get this guy up.She stood in front of Claudio's lacquered wooden door carved with wolf patterns, knocking on the door. She wanted to vent all her anger on this door. Sleep in the room!

"Okay," Claudio opened the door with a hazy face in his pajamas, and simply put on a black wizard robe, "Is something wrong?"

"You also said that Dean Snape is here, the invigilator of this make-up exam!" Anita snarled at Claudio with a low voice, with an angry expression on her face.

"Oh, it's not a dream." Claudio rubbed his hair in confusion, and after a while he suddenly trembled, "Does Grandpa Muller know about this? Where did he go? He didn't come out of nowhere, did he?" .wait for me a while."

The lacquered wooden door closed in front of Anita, and five seconds later, a well-dressed, handsome and reliable Claudio came out of the room, "Okay, leave everything to me, don't worry."

"Principal Snape is reading alone in the dining room, you have to go down and stay near him, but if he doesn't need it, don't bother him." Anita was a little worried.

"Understood, I'll also get a book and read it on the dining table." Claudio waved the book in his right hand and walked downstairs.

Anita looked at Claudio's back and still felt very uneasy, but it seemed that she could only do this now. Anita pursed her lips and decided to call Doris and Doyle. Rick is an elder and cannot be disturbed casually, while Draco is a guest and can sleep for a while.

Anita knocked on the door of Doris' room. She was already up, sitting on the bed and reading a book.

Anita knew that she liked to be alone on such a rainy day, but there was no other way.

Doris put away her book as soon as she saw Anita come in.Without saying a word, she took Anita's hand and walked out of the room, turned a corner, kicked open the door of Doyle's room next door, and gracefully picked up Doyle from the bed.

"What's the matter? Pajama party?" Doyle's eyes were still closed, showing no sign of opening them.

"Professor Snape is here." Doris whispered in Doyle's ear.

"Don't be kidding, that old bat should stay in the cellar." Doyle rolled over and slipped from Doris's hand, and immediately threw himself back into his dear bed.

"Principal Snape is drinking black tea downstairs, waiting for you to go down for breakfast." Anita took out her wand and lifted Doyle into the air, and threw him into the closet. "In short, pack up first, and come down quickly .”

The closet ate Doyle into his stomach, and his body began to change in size and shape. After a while, Doyle was dressed as a Quidditch player and vomited onto the bed.

"No, don't ask Doyle what he wants to wear, change him into the clothes he often wears." Anita threw Doyle into the closet with her magic wand again.

"Ah, it seems that Professor Snape is really here." Doris looked at the light blue wizard robe she was wearing, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Did you see it from the window?" Anita and Doris chatted as they went downstairs.

"That's right, but I can't think of any other reason why you knocked on my door so early in the morning, but even if it wasn't for Professor Snape, I would have said that to Doyle. I wanted to That's it," Doris played with her wand, "actually I prepared some magic, but Annie, you're too fast."

Fortunately, the speed is fast, otherwise I don't know how long it will be delayed...

Anita led Doris to the restaurant. She thought the restaurant would be a silent scene of two people sitting and reading a book, but she didn't expect that the restaurant would become an indoor garden full of flowers.

"Aunt Carrie?"

Anita stared blankly at Carrie who was standing behind Snape talking and laughing with Snape. The dining table was piled up with all kinds of food, shining under the gorgeous lights of the restaurant, and flowers bloomed from Carrie. Popped out of his wand and jumped on the dining table.

And Draco was sitting among the flowers, quietly staring at the dinner plate in front of him.

"Ah, Anita, I was just about to call you down for dinner." Carrie greeted Anita while pulling away the chair next to Eric.

Anita pulled Doris and sat next to Draco, "What's going on?"

Draco whispered in Anita's ear under the cover of the flowers, "I don't know, it was like this when I came down."

"Let's take a look, it's still not enough, um, Doyle, is that little slob still sleeping? Sev, wait a little longer..."

Before Carrie finished speaking, Doyle appeared on the chair next to Claudio in an instant. He raised his head and shook his head, then lay down on the table and continued to sleep.

"Okay, everyone is here," Carrie tapped the silver spoon with a smile on her face, "Sev, this is the first time we have eaten at the same table after graduation. How are you doing? I saw you "32 Uses of Smelly Tree Sap" published some time ago is very good."

"Write whatever you want, and deal with that group of trolls." Snape poured himself a glass of black goat's milk while chopping mince sausage with a spoon.

"I don't think it's casual, and the writing is very in-depth. But I think you are more suitable to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Sev. Obviously, no one in the British magic world can surpass you in black arts. I said that the Ministry of Magic is a bunch of black fur monsters, look at the black magic professors they passed recently, which one is a decent person." Carrie crushed a calf pie.

"I can always apply, and I may still need Kumiez at that time, er, Mrs. Field, please do me a favor." Snape cut another piece of semolina bread.

"Of course, but Sev, don't call me Mrs. Field. It sounds really distant. If you still don't like to call me Carrie, it doesn't matter if you call me Kumiez."

Merlin's socks, Aunt Carrie seems to be on good terms with Professor Snape!

Anita and Doris looked at each other as if they had discovered a new world.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Carrie took a sip of orange juice, "If it wasn't for Annie's make-up exam this time, I really don't know when I would see you, Sif, and sometimes I would come out of the house to see see,"

"No, a quiet environment is more suitable for me to think." Professor Snape put down the knife, "Auerbach, after breakfast, come to the hall with your books and find me, I will see how you are studying , I think those courses are nothing to you, but to be on the safe side, I have to give you special guidance, and I don't want a repeat student to appear in my college."

Anita had just swallowed that mouthful of grape bread, and she nodded repeatedly to Professor Snape.

"Then take your leave first." Snape got up, closed the book, and walked towards the hall next to the restaurant.

"He's always been like this. Alas, shouldn't the living be better at living?" Carrie was depressed for a while, and the flower cluster that had just popped out of her wand gradually withered.

"Carrie, don't say this in front of the children." Eric took out his wand and pointed at the withered flower clusters, making them beautiful again.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Carrie covered her mouth and began to deal with the breakfast in front of her quietly and attentively.

"I'm full, I can't keep Dean Snape waiting too long." Anita stood up from her seat and ran to her room, preparing to move all her books to the living room.

Draco also put down the dinner plate, nodded towards Carrie and Eric, and chased in the direction of Anita.

"I didn't expect Anne to rush to the execution ground in such a hurry. Her courage is commendable." Doyle slowly got up from the table, closed his eyes and shrugged his nose, touched the mashed potatoes in front of him and began to stir.

"Ah, Doyle, you're still pretending to be asleep." Taking advantage of Doyle's inattention, Doris threw a handful of red pepper noodles into Doyle's mashed potatoes.

"It's not pretending to be asleep if your eyes aren't open." Doyle put the red mashed potatoes into his mouth.