【Swallow Snake】An Illegal Love Story

When Feiyan opened her eyes, she thought she was still dreaming.

As far as he could see, it wasn't Hufflepuff's ginger-coloured bed curtains, but Slytherin's dark green and velvet.The quilt covering his body was not the one he was familiar with in the dormitory. This quilt was obviously lighter and warmer. On the smooth dark green quilt cover was the courtyard emblem embroidered with silver thread—a snake entangled.

He closed his eyes, trying to get himself out of this dream.

Suddenly something moved in the embrace.He lowered his head abruptly, and the first thing he saw was a fluffy head of pale blond hair, messily exposed outside the quilt, brushing against the tip of his nose, a little itchy.The man seemed to have turned over, revealing half of his snow-white shoulders from under the quilt—half of his shoulders with mottled red marks.

If the petrification spell can cast a spell on the heart, then the specific performance must be like Feiyan.He has no expression on his face, but in fact, a storm has already set off in his heart.He stared blankly at that shoulder for a long time, then suddenly rolled over and got off the bed, but still kept his movements light and silent.The bedside timer showed that it was seven o'clock, which was his usual time to get up. The Slytherin prefects had no classes today, so they would wake up later than him.

He was still in a stunned trance when he got out of bed, and even though he remembered to be gentle, his movements still caused him to get out of bed with part of the quilt on him - looking over him, Slater could be seen Lin's messy nightgown and shoulders with red marks and bruises.

Feiyan closed her eyes again, feeling her ears burning hot.

He almost ran away, hurriedly changed into the robe he wore last night, and put on the blindfold—as if he felt that he could not see many things clearly.He didn't go out through the main door of the Slytherin prefects' dormitory, but chose the secret passage last night, going out from the prefects' bathroom.

Before leaving, he still remembered to tuck up the quilt for Spirit Snake.He stood by the bed, bent over, looking at the sleeping Slytherin prefect in bewilderment.He took one last look and left hastily.

Feiyan was out of his mind the whole morning, but outwardly he was still calm, no different from usual.Whether it was being called to answer questions or casting spells, he did it brilliantly.

The last class in the morning is Paleograph Studies.The old professor was speaking in his dry voice in front of the podium, and there was a drowsy atmosphere in the classroom.Feiyan was sitting by the window, keeping the quill in her hand, but she wasn't thinking about the class at all——

It is undeniable that he was a little happy when he woke up this morning and found that it was not a dream.

Just like the child who has been looking at the candy in the glass cabinet, and finally got the surprise he dreamed of one day.But then the problem came one after another.Bearing the brunt of it is the cause of the whole thing.

He knew his prefect well, and he didn't think it would be that prefect's whim; so he discovered his idea and responded?That's even more impossible... He has always kept his thoughts that shouldn't be hidden very well.

He thought carefully about the whole day yesterday, and finally his thoughts stopped on the action of the Slytherin prefect biting off the snack.Suddenly, cold sweat drenched his back—could, could it really be...

The quill nearly punctured the parchment, leaving a large blotch of ink on it, and he felt everything spin around him from the shock.

Impossible?He thought with a one in ten thousand chance.Not to mention his completely unqualified medicine, how could such a small dose bring such a huge effect?

He suddenly thought of a person—that person's words must be able to tell him whether all this was caused by the unqualified love potion.

Just to get an answer from that person, ask carefully.

Feiyan scribbled over a page of parchment, and quickly silently wrote down the formula and process of making the love potion yesterday.That was the last tail of hope he could hold on to.

He was one of the first to leave the classroom when class was over.Like a silver flying fish swimming in a sea of ​​people, he swiftly passed through the crowd and the chaotic din, and walked towards the basement classroom of the castle.

He stood in front of an office and reached out and knocked on the door.

"Come in" came from behind the door. It was from the Potions professor.

He opened the door and bowed to the potions master in black robe sitting among the bottles and jars.

"What's the matter?" the professor said, without even raising his eyelids, "If you came to me to borrow medicinal materials, I will tell you, there is no door."

"Professor," he held up the formula he had written from memory in his hand, with a slight tremor in his voice, "I'm sorry to bother you, I have a question to ask you—about the love potion... "

"It turned out to be Feiyan," the Potions professor said softly, he slowly moved his eyes to Feiyan, half-closed his eyes: "Feiyan, I think you should know that private fascination is not allowed in the school dose."

"I know, Professor," he said.

"Oh...you know," the Potions professor nodded, but his expression showed that he obviously didn't believe it: "Then why do you still ask me about the love potion?"

"It's like this," Fei Yan said, and he held up the note again and passed it forward, "I want to know the effect of the formula on the love potion, for example, this prescription—"

"Potion science is a profound and wonderful art, and every step of her is down to milligrams and seconds-of course, the change of the formula will affect the potion. Of course, I don't expect you to understand it." The professor said mockingly, He squinted at the piece of paper, took it and unfolded it with disgust on his face: "As for your formula that I don't know where it came from..." He glanced at it a few times and let out a sneer.

Feiyan subconsciously tensed up, feeling her throat was dry.

The Potions professor looked at it for a while longer.After about half an hour, he finally raised his head slowly.He moved his lips and made a strange smile: "If this is the formula you wrote, then with all due respect, Fei Yan, you are obviously inferior to Spirit Snake in terms of potions—even if your relationship is no longer It's the same." He looked very smug: "It's like in class, your potion is only a light pink, but the snake's is a perfect mother-of-pearl color-this is the difference."

"Of course, I will never be able to compare with Prefect Spirit Snake, the same in every aspect. He is the best." He said, his tone was sincere and from the bottom of his heart.He paused, calmed down, and asked in a calm tone, as if he was really a student seeking knowledge, but only he himself knew that his palms were full of sweat: "Then... will this formula work? "

"When you put the big leaf dragon boat into the small leaf dragon boat, your love potion can no longer be called a love potion." said the head of Slytherin, and he casually threw the note back to Fei Yan, " But it's a kind of love potion." He stretched out his hand, with the tips of his index finger and thumb close together, as if he was pinching something: "The potion made by this formula has something to do with love potion."

"Then..." Feiyan felt that at a certain moment he had difficulty breathing and tinnitus, he opened his mouth with difficulty, as if grasping at the last straw: "That means this potion will still have an effect, right?"

"Yes." The Potions professor nodded, his tone of regret or disdain unknown: "But apart from having certain effects, I don't really know what other effects this potion will have, and I don't plan to study it. Out of duty (the professor pauses here and rolls his eyes), I advise you not to give anyone else to drink this stuff."

He didn't even remember how he'd squeezed the "Thank you" stiffly out of his throat, turned around, and walked out of the Potions master's office like a clockwork puppet, not even refuting the "Here. Others drink" words.He was in a dazed state, as if someone had just cast an Imperius Curse, or was given a terrible kiss by a dementor—to him, those words were far more important than those two words. worse.

He walked aimlessly until he was about to hit the wall, when he suddenly woke up, looked around, but didn't know where he should go-according to the past, he should be with the snake at this time, or in the library, Or on the grass outside the castle, or on the Quidditch training ground... wherever the snake is, there is him, no matter where.But now?What kind of mentality should he use to face the person he has always respected and loved?

He was a little dazed, wondering what he should do without the spirit snake.

The prefect of the spirit snake... Will the prefect of the spirit snake also think of him?The spirit snake without Feiyan...would look for him?No, what Spirit Snake thought when he was looking for him was really what he thought?Is it his will?And those actions last night...was it because of the failed love potion?

Feiyan felt that her heart was being held tightly, and the strength was still increasing, as if it could crush his heart at any time.He panted violently as if he was having difficulty breathing, raised his hand and tightly clutched the clothes on his chest, and lost his composure once in this empty corridor.

what to do?he thought, opening his mouth and breathing heavily.what to do?

Something in your chest is screaming wildly - don't lie to yourself!Isn't this what you expect?

certainly not.He shook his head, leaning against the wall, looking hopelessly down the corridor.What he expected... could never come true.

Feiyan can't remember when she had this idea—was it the first game after joining the Quidditch Academy team in the second year?That time when he was knocked off his broom by a batsman who almost beat Slytherin, the third-year spirit snake stood in the stands with an angry face, raised his wand and cast a petrification spell on the batsman without saying a word , completely disregarding the friendship with the same college, he looked down in mid-air, and saw his prefect raised a pair of eyes prettier than emeralds to look at him, with a sense of comfort; he was still in the bathroom in the third grade How about helping Spirit Snake with his hair?The Slytherin in the fourth grade has grown into a beautiful boy and is approaching the direction of youth.He was sitting by the bathtub, scribbled in a bathrobe, with a loose neckline, exposing his slender neck and smooth shoulder blades. He was standing behind him, holding a comb and carefully combing his long golden hair, with the tip of his nose The lingering aroma of the body wash and the smell of herbs that the body wash could not cover up made the 16-year-old feel a little distracted for the first time; is it the Christmas ball in the fourth grade?They stood on the balcony, behind them was a noisy ball, all dancing, forming a sea of ​​joy.The bold frost elf hovered above their heads, sprinkled silver powder, and landed on their heads and shoulders. Not only was the spirit snake not angry, but it also looked at the finely divided silver powder, showed a lazy smile, and said to him "Merry Christmas", I probably drank too much that time...

It can even be traced back to the very beginning, when he was brought into the huge manor and met the little young master for the first time.

He knew that this should not be done, and it was also disrespectful—from the first time he saw the spirit snake, he knew that he should follow that person and not exceed half a step.Everything he has is given by the spirit snake, and he vows to follow him forever and be his most loyal believer.

But he still had the idea that it shouldn't be, like a religious blasphemy.

He didn't know how to deal with this feeling, he could only let it take root in his heart, grow up gradually, and one day, he could no longer hide it.With such a heart in his heart, he continued to follow his prefect, thinking that this was fine, at least he could always follow him.

Such an unbearable, despicable self.

Footsteps could be heard in the empty corridor, someone walked up to him and stood still, then called his name: "Feiyan."

That voice was like a pair of hands pulling him out of the tide of pain.He raised his head in a daze, his pupils constricted a bit: "Spirit Snake Prefect..."

The senior Slytherin stood in front of him, wrapped in a thick fur-collared cloak, his handsome pale face looked the same as usual, a pair of emerald eyes looked at him, and his eyes were frank.

"I've been looking for you for a long time," Spirit Snake said lightly, "So you're here."

He moved his lips, but couldn't say a word, he just called out hoarsely: "Prefect."

The spirit snake responded.

Feiyan stood up straight, looking at the pair of eyes that were staring at him.He suddenly wanted to go up and hug his prefect.So he really did it, stepped forward and opened his arms, hugging his prefect in his arms.He rested his head on his cheek, rubbing it cautiously.

The Slytherin prefect paused, then put his arms around him as well.

Feiyan sighed inwardly.He made a decision, something he would do regardless of the outcome.

In Hogwarts, there must be many people who have had trouble like him, and there must have been many people who have made the same decision as him——

Make the antidote.

【TBC.】