HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Midsummer, 1971.

Little Snape stayed in his room all day. This summer, he received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Of course, he is a wizard.

At this moment, he was lying on the floor of his room, his legs raised up, showing that he was in a good mood.

He held an ink-dipped quill in his hand and a book in front of him. He was writing something, then he put down the pen, rolled over and held up the book.

The spine was labeled "Magical and Practical Everyday Potions" and it looked much newer than the old book he got from his mother.

He had obtained the book two years ago from a witch who was staying nearby. So much time had passed that he had completely mastered its contents.

However, the witch named Reina never appeared again.

Maybe he was just stuck on something difficult, just like how he couldn't make a perfect potion because of the poor heat conduction of his inferior crucible.

I don't know if her injuries have healed.

Little Snape looked at the last page of the book, lost in thought at the line of words he had just written.

"We will definitely meet again."

Since the witch Reina promised him, he will definitely be able to meet her again in that magical world, and then thank her properly. He can also ask her if she has encountered anything special after she left, and let her tell him like she did last year. What she introduced is always very interesting.

Suddenly, little Snape remembered something. He looked at the few books on the bookshelf. Some of them had been put down and stacked neatly together.

He stood up and arranged the books vertically, then took out the thickest book at the bottom. The name "Eileen Prince" was written in cursive on the inside of the tattered cover, but he was not going to read this.

Young Snape opened the most obvious gap in the middle of the book.

Between the words lies a flower branch flattened by gravity. The upside-down flowers are like small bells, connected to a main stem by thin stems, and there are two buds on the top that have not yet opened.

This is the "fairy bell" conjured by the witch Lena. He specially selected the most beautiful one from the bouquet she had wrapped and pressed it into a bookmark.

Little Snape carefully pinched it out and put it into the potion book, looking at the blue sky outside the window with full of expectation.

Later, he studied hard and made countless potions.

After Tobias and Irene died, he inherited this penniless house, erased all traces of his childhood with his own hands, and transformed it into his own potion room and study.

The witch who left with serious injuries did not come back, perhaps she was dead too.

All the walls that could be used for bookshelves were occupied and utilized. As more and more books were added, the height of the bookshelves slowly reached the ceiling. The brief memories before college life were also hidden in the top floor along with the slowly filled walls of books.

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"Are you ok?"

Snape was gently comforting the girl in his arms, applying a handkerchief wrapped in ice to the redness and swelling of her eyes.

Reina nodded slightly, closing her eyes and leaning against him.

Originally, extreme anxiety made Snape unable to calm down the whole day. He had to admit that he could no longer leave Reina, even for a short quarter of an hour.

Fortunately, he did it and he finally seized the opportunity.

Although he didn't expect Reina to cry like this, at this moment, she was relying on him defenselessly, allowing him to touch him with his sinful hands.

The redness at the corners of Reina's eyes was so glaring that he hoped it would disappear immediately, but paradoxically, he felt a little happy about it.

He realized that he was like a greedy little man who wanted to possess everything of her immediately.

"I have classes tomorrow." Lena didn't know what he was thinking about, she just reminded herself that it was time to go back.

After all, she didn't even have time to say a few words to her friends, although if she went back in this state, they would definitely think that she was being punished or scolded.

"You can stay here for a while, I can take you back."

Snape didn't want her to leave so early, and the hand he was holding tightened unconsciously.

"So cold...are you taking revenge on me?"

The melted ice water seeped through the handkerchief and flowed down her eyelids.

"How dare I." Snape immediately put down what he was holding and was about to wipe the watermarks for her when Lena herself got there first.

Reina raised her head and looked at him, smiling inexplicably.

"Are we reconciled?" she asked deliberately.

"If you are willing to forgive me, or you can punish me."

"Can I punish you? As a student?" Reina turned to face him and said with a smile.

"You know I didn't mean that." Snape had no choice but to follow her movements and hold her hand again.

"Well... I don't know." Reina rejected the implicit choice thrown by Snape, obviously looking like she wanted to embarrass him.

"As the partner I will spend my life with."

"Do I have the honor?"

"I'm the one who should feel honored," Snape corrected her immediately.

"Aren't you a little too sure I'll do you the honor? What if I don't agree?"

"Are you going to abandon me again?"

"How can you still say such sweet nothings?" Lena was a little surprised. It seemed like her professor had turned on some incredible switch.

"Then will you abandon me?" Snape took the opportunity to ask back.

Reina realized that something was not going right, and the boomerang seemed to have stabbed her.

"That depends on your performance. You were the one who pushed me away first."

Snape put his hand on Reina's lower back and pulled her closer: "I'll do my best, I promise."

"How can you guarantee that?"

Reina's repeated words kept narrowing the distance between them, and she completely forgot about the fact that she had originally mentioned that she had classes tomorrow.

If this goes on, this topic will probably never end, but the night is still long and Snape has enough patience to accompany her.

but……

Snape's large palm slowly stroked Reina's back through the smooth fabric, his knuckles rubbing against her earlobe and lifting her hair. The strange touch made her inexplicably nervous.

"I don't know if this will satisfy you..."

His voice seemed to be mixed with a hint of stickiness, and it was like he was casting a spell, making people lose their minds. There was light in his dark pupils, and Lena saw her blurry reflection floating in the middle of the black lake.

Snape's hands came to the back of Reina's head and waist, leaning down -

Their lips and teeth overlapped, and the sensitive skin behind the ear was carefully touched. Lena's surprised look was gradually replaced by gentle rolling, and their breathing completely blended together.

There is a more charming atmosphere in the cellar room.

Reina responded by moving her hands up Snape's chest and wrapping them tightly around his neck.

Snape seemed to have obtained the key to open the shackles. His desire was magnified at this moment and began to invade every inch of her mouth. The tip of his tongue traced the special curve of her palate, and the sigh that escaped from his throat was like a lone sail setting sail from the sand after drying up.

The warmth between their lips and tongues was lingering. Snape moved back half an inch, rubbing his nose against her flushed cheek. Their foreheads touched, and the slightly rapid breathing was particularly clear in the narrow gap, accompanied by the "bang bang" sound of his heartbeat.

Lena could even hear the sound of Snape's Adam's apple moving up and down. A voice that was a little hoarse but not hard came from there, lingering and seductive.

"How about this answer?"

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