Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest Farm.

The air was filled with the moistness and freshness of the rain, and a little rain accumulated in the potholes, forming small spools, and the little wizards carefully avoided the pools, following the tall and lanky Professor Snape.

"Oh, Professor Snape, ...... you?"

The sound of the half-blood giant was like a rolling stone on a mountain, shaking the droplets of water on the leaves of the dense forest behind him.

Standing at the edge of the woodyard, Hagrid, with his bushy beard, glanced at the young wizards gathered behind Snape, his face full of doubts, if he remembered correctly, Potions class should not have a schedule involving outdoor activities.

It stands to reason that Snape should have been teaching the little ones how to make potions in the cold basement classroom.

Instead of a large group of first-year wizards with a face full of curiosity and excitement, like this time, a ...... Autumn outing. That's right, you can see it from the demeanor of the little guys in the back.

"It's recess time, and I have the right to arrange free time for the students. ”

Snape's face froze, a hint of inconspicuous embarrassment flashed on his slightly sallow face, and he replied in a somewhat stiff tone.

"There will be some additional materials for the next Potions lesson, and I think it's necessary to involve the first-year students in the collection in order to ensure that there are enough of them. ”

Collecting potions in the Forbidden Forest?

Hagrid was slightly stunned, glanced at the little ones behind Snape, frowned quickly, and shook his head firmly.

"IMHO, I don't think it's a wise choice to take the freshmen into the Forbidden Forest to gather potions materials. It's not that I don't believe in your strength, it's just that as a Hogwarts hunting ground warden, I have to say that the Forbidden Forest is too dangerous for these children. ”

Since the last poisoning, Hagrid has been silently determined to protect all students from dangerous animals and plants in the Forbidden Forest in his own way.

"It's just some basic potion materials, and I'm in my own hands when it comes to it. ”

Snape waved his hand and said with some displeasure, "Mr. Hagrid, please don't waste our time. ”

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, but it's my duty. ”

Hagrid took a deep breath, but instead moved a few steps, blocking Snape in an extremely aggressive manner.

Looking at the two-for-tat, Elena, who was standing behind Snape, stroked her forehead speechlessly.

"Ahem, don't worry. Mr. Hagrid, Professor Snape actually brought us to catch snails. ”

Taking advantage of Snape's lack of attention, Elena quickly walked out of the crowd and cleared her throat.

Professor Snape's tsundere and Hagrid's bullish temper are indeed inherently compatible, in fact, it would be nice for the two of them to spread out a little bit, why hide it so secretly.

"Catch snails?"

Hagrid's face showed a strange look, and he turned to look at the tiny creatures crawling slowly on the edge of the woods, and then looked back at Snape, whose face was becoming more and more embarrassed, and asked curiously.

"So, this is the Potions material you need Professor Snape? ”

Although he dropped out of Hogwarts halfway, Hagrid had studied seriously for a few years, and in his impression, it seemed that in the first three years of Potions class, snails should not have been used as raw materials for potions.

"That's right. ”

The Potions professor, who didn't have time to stop Elena, took a deep breath, nodded expressionlessly, and replied in a calm tone.

"This is a new attempt at teaching Potions, so, do you have any doubts?"

If it weren't for the timing, I couldn't have found a better solution.

Snape would rather go to Diagon Alley himself than run to the edge of the Forbidden Forest with a large group of little kids to catch snails, and in this case, he would be touched by the rest of the school's faculty even if they are not full professors.

"No, if it's just to catch snails, come with me. ”

Hagrid touched his head and patted his chest proudly, making a loud thud.

"Throughout Hogwarts, no one knows the Forbidden Forest better than I do. I vaguely remember that there were a few places where every time it rained, a lot of snails would crawl out. Professor Snape has the words you need, and I can give you more attention to collect some later. ”

"Well, you're up for yourself. ”

Looking at the enthusiastic giant man in front of him, the corners of Snape's mouth twitched, and he nodded awkwardly rather than politely, "But I hope this should be the first time, and at the same time the last time." ”

......

With the help of Hagrid, the Snake of the Forbidden Woods, catching snails becomes easy and fun.

Although Professor Snape had a stinky face from beginning to end, most of the young wizards had an unexpectedly high praise for the fabled and terrifying Potions professor, after all, after a week of devilish military training, the first class could have an outing in the first class, which was so interesting for the young wizards.

"I don't think Professor Snape is what the seniors say he is. ”

As Serrell Ely grabbed the snails crawling on the leaves and put them into containers, he looked at Snape, who was standing at the edge of the woodyard with his wand as a guard, and whispered to Susan Bones beside him.

Susan nodded approvingly, deftly flipping the fallen leaves, looking for the "snail" that had slipped through the net, and replied softly.

"Well, maybe as the eldest sister said, everyone has some misunderstandings about the professor. ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Hannah, who was squatting next to catch a snail, came over and whispered mysteriously.

"I heard from Elena on the way that Professor Snape was actually a very warm man, but he had been under some kind of vicious spell, so there was something wrong with his facial muscles, and it was difficult to make too many complex movements. ”

"Oh my God, really? No one ever told me about this, why didn't people know about it. ”

Cyrell Ely subconsciously covered his mouth so as not to make too much noise.

"Shhh If it were me, I wouldn't want too many people to know. Not to mention, as a Potions professor, the head of Slytherin, he had to maintain the majesty and coldness he deserved. ”

Hannah Abbott tilted her head, thoughtfully recalling the story Elena had told her, adding a little more along with her own understanding, and at the end, suddenly remembering something, she added with extra seriousness.

"Oh, yes, don't tell anyone. Otherwise, the seniors would have taken the opportunity to laugh at the professor. ”

"Of course, we keep it a secret!"

Susan Bones nodded earnestly, glanced at the "paralyzed" Professor Snape with a complicated look, raised her dirty little hand and swore, "I will say nothing but my closest friends." ”

"Also, what else, does Sister Elena know anything else about the professor?"

Serrell touched Hannah Abbord with her elbow and asked curiously.

Mysterious, cold, powerful, ascetic, but indescribably warm, this enigmatic story of adult wizards has a fatal attraction for these young wizards.

"Mm-hmm, but you have to make sure you don't tell anyone. ”

Hannah Abbott glanced cautiously in Snape's direction and whispered wistfully.

"I've heard that Professor Snape cooks very well. But that's of course, after all, you think, the professor's potions skills are so good, let alone cooking, you really want to try the professor's craft. ”

"And what, what else?"

"The Professor hates Quidditch the most, supposedly because he has encountered that bad Quidditch gang......"

"Did you know that Professor Snape is the youngest professor and headmaster ever at Hogwarts......"

"The professor is an infatuated man, and since the death of his lover, he has been completely obsessed with potions......"

"I've heard that the professor likes lilies the most, and if you give a gift, you know, it's best to ......."

Gossip and gossip are always the things that spread the fastest.

When a secret is told to more than three people, it's no longer a secret, let alone the little Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw wizards who love to gossip and share stories.

Layers of dense forests reduce the transmission of sound, providing the best hidden place for young wizards to spread the gossip.

By the time Snape announced that the gathering was over and everyone had begun to return to the basement classroom, nearly half of the young wizards looked at Snape with a hint of respect and ...... Commiseration.

You can never imagine how many poignant stories have been sung and cried after more than 50 little guys have added fuel and vinegar, especially that there is a little devil-like white-haired dumpling fanning the flames on the side.

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Call for Tricks: Character Usefulness, Elena's classmates. (Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff 1st grade)

Cyrell Erie = Sairel Erie~

Hmm, the fat chicken that is difficult to name is borrowed directly~

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