[HP] His little devil

After her birthday, Helena is back to her self-aware self.

It was Potions class again this morning, and she was concentrating on processing the ginger root, chopping it up little by little, as if she really liked making potions.

In fact, she didn't like it at all. There were so many courses in Hogwarts, and the one she didn't like the most was Potions.Rather than dealing with these potion ingredients from various sources, she prefers to help Professor Kettleburn raise Flobber caterpillars in the Protection of Magical Creatures class.

The only thing that attracted her to Potions class was the way Regulus made potions.

He is always very serious, and the way he turns the stirring rod is focused and precise, which often gives Helena a very affectionate illusion.

It must be an illusion, because who cares about stirring sticks and cauldrons?Apart from fourth year Severus Snape, probably no one else.

After processing the materials, Helena took off the dragon leather gloves and was a little idle.

From time to time, she turned her gaze from Regulus's hand to his face, and each time she turned away before the time became sensitive, and the scale was just right.Regulus' hand stirring the cauldron probably stopped once or twice because of this, but it didn't stop.

When get out of class was over, Regulus handed in their finished product. Professor Slughorn added points for him with a smile, and then looked at Helena regretfully: "Miss Bird..."

Before he could finish speaking, Helena said awkwardly, "I know what you're going to say, professor. My paper grade this time is still P... I'm sorry."

Regulus hadn't left yet, and he glanced at her lightly with his gray eyes, and Slughorn choked and said, "With all due respect, Miss Bird, you are already in the third grade, and you are not far away from the OWLs exam in the fifth grade." It's not far away, if your grades have been so bad, I can't say whether you can pass the exam..."

Being told by the professor in front of Regulus, Helena's face was ashen.

She said with no expression: "I will work hard to teach."

"Yes, of course you have to work hard. After all, you don't want to be the first Slytherin in the history of Hogwarts to fail the OWLs exam because of failing potions."

Of course she doesn't want to, if she really becomes this kind of No.1 in history, her parents won't let her go even if there are only portraits left.

He probably felt that he had given enough advice, and Slughorn quickly let Helena go. Regulus was still standing where he was, and Slughorn and his eyes met. The two seemed to be waiting for the other to speak first. , the final result is that none of them spoke.

After that Helena began to write quickly.She ran to the library all day, read countless books on potions, crammed and tried to understand, but her potions grades still didn't improve.

Helena discovered that maybe she really didn't have the talent for potions, so no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't improve her grades.

Until one day, she met Severus Snape, the potion genius that Professor Slughorn called in the library.

Snape was a half-breed, but he was appreciated by the headmaster. His talent alone made the headmaster make an exception to allow him to be the guest of honor in his second year - he was a member of the slug club.

It was noon when Helena saw Snape.

There weren't many people in the library, so she picked a corner seat and spread out the parchment to prepare for her Potions homework.

She held the quill pen and pondered for a long time before starting to write, frowning bitterly and writing the content that had been carefully considered by her.She played to her highest level, but was ridiculed by others.

She stopped writing and turned her head to look, and at some point there was a person sitting next to her, with short shoulder-length black hair, deep eyes, hooked nose, old school robes, and a faint smell of potions all over her body.

"Mr. Snape." Helena nodded and said, "I'll take your sneer as a greeting."

Snape seemed not expecting her to answer like this, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips twitched.

He looked at her with weird eyes, looking at her hair for a while, and her eyes for a while. Helena was "studied" by him for a long time. He thought he would leave after the research, or read a book quietly. They were busy with their own things. do not interfere with each other, but...

"You made a mistake here." Snape's pale and bloodless face was somewhat gloomy, and his voice was as deep and melodious as a cello, which made Helena's ears itch.

"Oh, sorry, what is the correct answer?" Helena humbly asked for advice.

Snape's dark eyes stared at her for a while longer, then he suddenly began to teach her very seriously.

Helena was only stunned for a moment before she began to listen carefully. She was guided by Snape. There were not many opportunities like this. Maybe her poor potions could really be saved under the guidance of this young potion genius.

The fact is indeed as Helena thought.

A lot of things she couldn't understand by herself, even after Professor Slughorn explained it, she understood after Snape said it once or twice.She was stunned, looking at him in surprise, and for the first time truly felt the ability of a genius.

"Thank you, Mr. Snape." Picking up the finished paper, Helena said earnestly, "I think this paper is enough for me to get my first E in the potion homework since I entered school."

Snape looked down at his book, and said with a calm expression: "Oh, your paper today was almost written according to what I said. It's surprising that you can get an E, isn't it?"

This is obviously an irony, as he said, it is no problem to get an O, and she said that E does not know who underestimated.

Helena is a Slytherin, and Snape is also considered a man of Slytherin. She understands his way of speaking a little bit, and she is not angry. She smiled and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned her head to the young man who was reading with her head down, and said, "Is it because I look a bit like Evans from Gryffindor, that's why Mr. Snape helped me?"

Snape's back stiffened, and he looked at her sharply.

Helena nodded slightly and said, "I really envy Miss Evans for having a friend like Mr. Snape. I've been looking for a long time but no one can tutor me." She finally smiled and left with her schoolbag.

Snape looked at the back of the long red curly hair. In fact, she only looked like Lily at first glance. They were different, even very different.Compared with Lily's lively and bright, Helena is more restrained and elegant.They each have the qualities that Gryffindor and Slytherin girls should have. Helena said that she envied Lily to have a friend like him, but she didn't know that Lily might no longer want to be friends with him.

Snape pressed his lower lip tightly, and there was always a hint of sadness in his cold eyes.

Helena's paper is due.

During this Potions class, Slughorn seemed very pleasantly surprised.

"I knew you were talented, Miss Bird." He praised without hesitation, "Your paper has improved a lot this time, you must have worked hard, right?"

Helena calmly said: "Yes, professor, but I think this may just be my occasional extraordinary performance. Maybe next time I will go back to my old ways."

After all, it wasn't always possible to meet Snape's guidance every time she did her homework, so she had to let Professor Slughorn be mentally prepared not to believe that she had really improved.

Slughorn didn't care what she meant. He smiled and said, "I have to give you [-] points for Slythering for your hard work. I hope you can still surprise me next time, Miss Bird."

This is the first time that Helena has added points to Slytherin in Potions. She looked a little excited, and secretly decided to go to the library according to the previous time next time, and try her luck to see if she could meet Slytherin again. general.

She was thinking about her own affairs the whole time, and didn't notice that Regulus beside her was watching her quietly.

His gaze is introverted and deep, with explorations that others cannot perceive.Before leaving, he glanced at the paper in Slughorn's hand. It was written by Helena, and it was indeed her handwriting. He had read it for nearly three years, and of course he would not admit his mistake.

He closed his eyes and left before others realized something was wrong.

In the next few days, Helena would always go to the library at a fixed time and study at a fixed location.

Since then, her potion grades have been maintained at a stable and passing level. Professor Slughorn is very pleased, Helena is very happy, and Regulus...

Regulus was as polite and taciturn as ever.

Again, Helena went to the library, where the sun was shining in her corner, and she sat waiting for Snape.

When Snape arrived with his schoolbag, he saw the red-haired, blue-eyed girl who had been waiting for a long time.

She probably expected that he would not reject her, maybe she came to him to take lessons on purpose because of her appearance of being close to Lily.

She is really a standard Slytherin, she can even use herself, and she doesn't mind others taking her for who she is, as long as she can get the benefits she wants.

But surprisingly, it's not annoying.

Snape sat down in silence, and threw her a notebook directly. Helena held it cherished, and after opening it, she saw Snape's beautiful handwriting.

Although he is not handsome, he has a unique temperament. Looking at his notes now, he finds that his handwriting is surprisingly beautiful.Helena reservedly praised a few words, and began to seriously study the notes of the student.

The two of them were alone in such a quiet way. It was a little bit late in the evening, and it was time for them to go to the auditorium for dinner.

When Helena looked up, she realized that Snape had left when she was studying seriously. She looked at the notes in her hand and thought about returning them to him next time she met.

She got up to pack her things and kept her head down, so she didn't notice anyone approaching.

When she finished packing her things and was about to leave, she saw Regulus standing sideways by the bookshelf with a book in his hand.

He didn't know how long he had been here, his tall and slender figure was indifferent and noble, his gray eyes fell on her, and there was some subtle scrutiny in his eyes.

Helena hesitated for a while, before speaking: "Reculus."

Regulus' gaze slid down and landed on her schoolbag, with a corner of a notebook sticking out of it.

He didn't speak, walked over slowly, and pulled out the notes in front of Helena.

He slowly opened it and saw someone else's handwriting.

Helena didn't think about it that much, and said as if she didn't notice that something was wrong with him: "That's a note lent to me by a friend. It helped me a lot and is a magic weapon for me to improve my potion performance."

There was joy and gratitude in her tone at the end, Regulus could of course hear it.

He glanced down at the first page of the note and saw the name of the owner of the note.

"Snape?" he whispered.

Helena nodded: "Yes." She reached out to get the note back, but Regulus dodged it.

Helena was startled, and finally a little surprised. She looked at him with wide green eyes, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Regulus didn't answer her question.

He had nothing to answer either.

He directly raised his question: "You ask him to help you with tutoring?"

Helena considered it for a while and said, "It's not considered tutoring, it can be regarded as my unilaterally asking him for advice."

She also lowered her status a bit, Regulus frowned indistinctly, he seldom had such an expression, he was always indifferent, in Hogwarts he only met someone about Sirius Blake's things will show some real expression.

His frown at this moment made Helena a little uncertain about his intentions.

After a long time, when Helena's stomach started to growl, Regulus said, "Why don't you look far away." He said, "Why don't you ask me."

"..." Helena was really stunned this time.

Yes, she can ask Regulus, they are friends, they communicate more than the average person, and his potion grades are also very good, as he said, why should she go far away to ask Snape, Instead of talking to him directly?

Helena is hard to explain.

Should she just say that she likes him and has a ghost in her heart? Besides, after the incident on her birthday, she has already told herself not to be dizzy again, so that it will be more difficult to get out after he gets engaged.

Can she confess this?

Certainly not.

So she can only keep silent at the moment.

Regulus seemed to have been waiting for her to answer, and after waiting for a long time, she just stood there expressionless, as if she was self-aware as always and didn't want to disturb him.

In the past, Regulus was very happy with her, but for some reason today, her self-knowledge made him extremely irritable.

He is seldom irritable, and unless he encounters something at home, his mood rarely fluctuates, and his current mood even makes him a little dazed.

After a while, he still took the initiative to break the silence.

He looked at Helena, her slender and calm figure reflected in his gray eyes.

"I'll give it back to Snape for you." He directly withheld Snape's notes, and then handed her the book he was holding in the other hand at the beginning. Helena took it over and saw that it was not at all What book? It's his potion notes.

The notebook with the Black family crest looked expensive, much more refined than Snape's Muggle notebook.But holding Snape's notes, she was clear-headed, while holding Regulus, she was under a lot of pressure.

Regulus said in a low voice: "Look at my notes. Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

After speaking, he left with Snape's third-year Potions class notes, and his tall and straight figure gradually disappeared at the library door.Helena just looked at it like that, she was obviously very hungry just now, but now she doesn't feel it at all.

She frowned, and slowly opened the note in her hand, her emerald eyes fixed on the title page of the note, where his name was written.

R·A·B

These are really the three initials that she will never forget in her life.