【Swallow Snake】An Illegal Love Story

By Merlin's name, that was really an accident.

If I had to go back to the beginning of this story (or should I say an accident?), it would have to go back to a very extraordinary Potions class a week ago.

The Potions class located underground was far colder than the castle, and the Potions professor himself should be the only one colder than this classroom.There is a perpetual chill in the huge, dark classroom, where the wall-mounted shelves are filled with glass jars filled with specimens in yellow liquid ("It's for academic research. Gryffindor was also deducted two points for asking a question irrelevant to the class, for which the Potions professor answered Green Bamboo Stick's question "gently" in one class).On the other wall are several closets, which contain medicinal materials that may be used in class, a few old textbooks, and a few tattered old tools.

In the first session of Potions Improvement Class from the sixth grade, this not-so-good-tempered professor took out the list and read them one by one, and stayed on several (not Slytherin) names for a long time.

"Even though I am very puzzled and skeptical about this list," he paused, his eyes stayed on the green bamboo stick for a moment and then moved away: "But you can show your OWLs in this classroom Grades - at least up to the mark in Potions."

"Then—" he draws the tone, and said with a fake smile: "I hope that in the new semester, you can behave more in line with your report card."

It's been nearly a month since school started, and they've gotten used to all kinds of accidents in Potions class (maybe they've experienced it from the first grade to the sixth grade), but for the Potions professor's sinister taunt—

"I dare say he must be dissatisfied with me." While waiting for the professor to come to the classroom, Green Bamboo Stick said: "If I don't want to become an Auror, I have to study Potions, I wouldn't enroll!"

Feiyan stared intently at the empty cauldron in front of her: "If someone blows up three adjacent cauldrons in a row in my class and throws untreated poisonous horned slugs in my face - I will also treat this person dissatisfied."

"...that was just an accident," said Green Bamboo Stick, his momentum suddenly weakened a lot, "If someone told me in advance—even if it was just a second, that the daffodil roots had to be chopped before being put into the crucible, I would definitely not It's going to be a mistake."

"Isn't that what's in the book?"

"But the book didn't tell me to cut it into squares..."

"But that's common sense, student Luzhubang. I really don't understand what you have to show off in this kind of thing." Suddenly a cold voice said behind him. When was the Potions professor standing behind him, he glanced at the green bamboo stick standing still, and said coldly, "Because of your showing off, showing off your lack of common sense - one point will be deducted from Gryffindor."

"It's all about the third grade at least! I don't lack common sense now! Besides, who would show off that kind of thing?" After the professor walked away, Luzhu stick said, but compared to his violent reaction The other Lanffindor students looked extremely calm, as if they didn't care at all.

"Oh, seriously," Gryffindor's Xiyue Dao said, "If one day our college doesn't do it because of..." He paused here—probably remembering some of his own experience of violating the rules: "...In short I'd be surprised if I didn't get deducted points."

After a pause, he rubbed his chin and stared at the black bat-like back of the Potions professor: "Although the Potions professor has always had this attitude, he seems to be in a particularly bad mood today."

In less than 5 minutes, all the students found out about it.

The Potions professor stood in front of the podium, his expression more gloomy and impatient than usual. He waved his wand, and today's topic was immediately displayed on the blackboard (several girls covered their mouths and tried hard to suppress their screams).He didn't draw the tone anymore, but spoke bluntly, as if someone was holding him with a magic wand: "Now, turn to page 170 of your textbook, and today we're going to learn how to make a love potion. Yes— —" His disdainful eyes swept over several excited girls, all of them sarcastically: "The most effective love potion in the world."

For the convenience of observation, the Potions professor specially moved the demonstration crucible to the center of the classroom. The pink potion in the exquisite crucible has a mother-of-pearl luster on the surface, and the steam rises in a spiral shape, bringing out a hazy, dream-like atmosphere. white mist.

"I don't need to say more about these two characteristics of the love potion," he pouted at the prepared potion, his eyes turned to the sky, and his voice was dry. Smells vary from person to person."

After hearing this sentence, the classroom was full of gasps for a while.

Feiyan's table was closer to the central crucible, and the green bamboo stick sitting on the side had already stretched out half of its body.Because of the black gauze blindfolds on his eyes, and in such a dark classroom, his vision is slightly weaker and his sense of smell is enlarged.He subconsciously took a deep breath, and for a moment his nostrils were filled with the subtle fragrance of snow lotus, the smell of the wind from the Quidditch field, and... the smell of his robes with the long-lasting medicinal fragrance.

His ears felt hot for no reason, and he leaned back suddenly, trying to keep himself away from the pot of potion.

However, there are many things that cannot be solved by escaping or staying away.

"There is no gold here and you are not sniffing, stop sniffing your nose like a dog." The Potions professor said coldly, "Then—this is the homework for this class, I hope I can finish it Saw a decent love potion."

Even if he didn't say so, someone would be very willing to do it - there are already several girls in the classroom eager to open their textbooks, scrambling to take out the medicinal materials.

However, it turns out that the production of love potions is far from as simple as the book or the professor's reluctant but still standard demonstration.In less than an hour, several crucibles emitted earthy yellow smoke, and at the same time, there was an aura of rotten soil permeating the air.

"Looks awful," said the Potions Master, with a wickedly pleasant smile in his eyes, standing in front of some Hufflepuff boy's cauldron, looking at the red muddy thing in his cauldron: "If this is your 'love potion', then your love must be dead."

The boy was very aggrieved, and waved his wand with a sullen face: "Clean and new." ("That's unqualified." The professor said. The boy looked like he was about to cry.)

Compared to Lvzhubang's flurry and confusion, Feiyan seemed much calmer.According to the content in the book, he stirred clockwise three times again, and then put the dried wind rose petals cut into strips into it.The effect was immediate, and the potion turned a pink color.He stared at the potion.Perhaps those pleasant and intoxicating smells affected him, and he suddenly remembered an insignificant but important thing——

At noon today, he received a package from his owl (it was a snow owl named Yinsuo), which was a box of oriental ice skin dim sum that he ordered at a very famous pastry shop half a month ago.Spirit Snake has always been fond of this dessert.It's just that he couldn't send it to Slytherin because of the many courses. Fortunately, the store used a freezing spell to freeze it.

At this moment, the box of desserts was hidden in his schoolbag, on top of a pile of books.

He couldn't help imagining the appearance of the person who received the dessert—probably eyebrows raised slightly, eyes lowered, thin lips slightly hooked into a pleasant smile, and he nodded at him.

Feiyan closed her eyes, trying her best to erase any impatience.He squeezed a few shriveled forget-me-not seeds with a silver knife expressionlessly, and put the squeezed liquid into the cauldron—his potion was transitioning to peach pink at this moment.

The Potions Master paused before passing his cauldron, but he said nothing, just took one more look and left.Although this reaction is not as good as that of Ravenclaw's lone sword (the potion of the lone sword has shown a light pink color, and the steam starts to spiral up with a pleasant smell, which can be said to be very close to the sample) He nodded with approval and disgust from time to time, but he was much better than others.

"Obviously," after dragging on for five minutes, the potions professor finally announced time was up, "most of you have abilities other than making potions—such as making poisons. But there are still a few It's a relatively good one." He gave Gu Jian his approving gaze, but still paused slightly for Feiyan.Immediately afterwards, his eyes flicked over several potions of different colors, and all of them sneered: "Then congratulations to most of you, you have ended another meaningless class that didn't learn anything."

Due to procrastination, there are other students who have to attend classes, and some students have their own classes, so everyone packed their things in a hurry.Feiyan didn't have class on Wednesday afternoon - he had Quidditch practice.He's always been quick and methodical with packing, but he's running into a small problem: without taking out the box of desserts, he won't have room for his textbooks and collapsible cauldron.

And... Long after that, Feiyan still couldn't make a correct evaluation of the Japanese behavior of taking out the dessert box and putting it on the table.

Strictly speaking, that was the beginning of this accident.

That day, the well-meaning Green Bamboo Stick saw that the potion in his cauldron had not been processed, so he immediately raised his wand excitedly.He said eagerly: "Don't worry, I can help you solve this problem right away! My silent spell practice is still very good!"

This accident came unexpectedly.

The two arms of the green bamboo stick waved like Whomping Willow waving its willow branches outside the school, swishing, and a silver light shot out from the head of his wand, pointing directly at the cauldron!The peach-pink potion in the crucible not only did not disappear under the silver light, but was still tumbling violently, as if boiling water, bringing out a lot of air bubbles.The boiling and tumbling became more and more obvious, and the potion began to rotate crazily in one direction, and suddenly, the water splashed——

And those medicines that were spun out at high speed followed a parabola as a trajectory, and landed perfectly on Feiyan's box on the table (the dessert box is made of a very thin paper for the sake of beauty and convenience of shipping) ).

"You—" Feiyan said, frowning, hastily stuffed the undamaged textbooks into the schoolbag, and locked his eyes on the box.He was speechless.

"Uh..." Green Bamboo Stick scratched his head, "It's just a small accident, you see—" He pointed to the crucible where there was no drop of medicine left due to the rapid operation: "Isn't this clean?"

Feiyan didn't have time to pay attention to him, he didn't even bother to clean up the splash potion, so he rushed over to check if the dessert was damaged—even though he didn't want to admit it, but he did take chances at that time.Oh, come to think of it, this is his prefect's favorite dessert.

However, the facts gave him a blow to the head.The peach pink potion penetrated the box and successfully dyed the beautiful dessert with a light pink color. If the effect of this potion is ignored, then this dessert is undoubtedly very beautiful.

Green Bamboo Stick looked at it, as if he wanted to say that the box of snacks was good, but after seeing Feiyan's face, he lowered his head consciously and waved his magic wand. This time, instead of using a silent spell, he opened his mouth and chanted: " Clean and fresh—" He repeated several times, and finally cleaned up the surrounding area.Fortunately, the professor of Potions class is not here at this time, otherwise the deduction of five points would be useless.

"I..." he whispered, touching his nose: "I really didn't mean to."

"You go first." Feiyan said, his voice regained its previous calm.

Green Bamboo Stick seemed to want to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw a person coming in from the basement out of the corner of his eye.He didn't say anything, looked at Feiyan again, turned and left.

Feiyan didn't notice his small movements, just stared at the box of sweethearts, after a long time, sighed heavily, and stretched out her hand to cover the box.However, at this moment, a hand stretched out faster than him, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, and a golden plate ring.

It was a familiar hand.Familiar with Feiyan, she was a little startled, so she didn't react for a while, she let her hand take a piece of dessert from the box, put it to her mouth and took a bite.

That was the hand of the Spirit Serpent.

He hadn't forgotten the timetable for Spirit Snake—the potion improvement class for the seventh grade was indeed after them, but he didn't expect his prefect to come so early.

Feiyan stared at the man blankly.Everything about Slytherin after eating dessert was as he thought before: eyebrows raised slightly, eyes lowered, thin lips slightly hooked into a pleasant smile, and he said slowly "" good".

The only difference is the dessert.

He has never been a talkative person, but this time he really didn't know what to say.

This is really bad.

【TBC】