HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Theodore Nott was very curious about Licolis Snape's family situation. According to his observation, the relationship between Miss Snape and the Headmaster seemed to be different from what everyone imagined.

"What about you?" Lycoris asked.

Lycoris did not explain anything as Theodore Nott expected, such as why she was at school instead of going home.

She felt there was no need to tell him these personal matters of hers, and she didn't want to expose herself as a Muggle wizard prematurely.

Although Professor Snape is now her godfather, her relationship with him is closer than anyone imagined.

She was afraid of causing trouble to the professor. It was already difficult for him to be a double agent, so she didn't have to cause trouble.

And the professor didn't say anything about it. He said it was a bit of a show of force.

"Stay in school." Theodore Nott gave the same answer.

Theodore Nott's mother passed away and his father was often away from home, so there was no need to return home.

"Yeah." Licoris hummed and changed the subject, "What Christmas gift do you like?"

"How could anyone ask?" Theodore Nott laughed, "Shouldn't this kind of thing be troublesome for the gift-giver?"

"Okay." Then take the magic potion, it's simple and hassle-free. Licolis was recently detained in class and learned some magic potion making, and the effect was not bad.

The two of them arrived at the club and immersed themselves in the happy learning atmosphere.

Destroying is easy, creating is really hard.

Licoris couldn't eat enough for the club, and she lost a lot of weight for most of the month.

She was about to go to the club when a hand blocked her path.

"Boss?" Lycoris looked at him, not understanding what Malfoy meant.

He shouldn't have come up with any new words for Yin Yang Potter, right? I am so busy that I still have to find time to be a compliment.

"You still know that I'm your boss?" Malfoy frowned and said coldly.

He seems to have grown a little taller? Licoris looked at him and thought in a daze.

Does she still dare to stare at herself in a daze?

Malfoy was even more unhappy.

As a follower, just run around every day without a trace. The food didn't taste good, and she didn't respond when I talked to her.

I don't know what to think.

It really looked like a pufferfish, and Licoris looked at Malfoy who was obviously angry.

"The boss is the boss, that's the same." Licoris smiled, looked into his gray-blue eyes and asked, "Boss, are you in a bad mood today?"

This is just to find a topic. He is not in a bad mood today. He has been in a bad mood recently.

"You have only known about your club lately, can't you think of anything else?" Malfoy softened his tone after hearing her affirmation of his status as the boss.

It's definitely not possible. The club is its own business. Who can not love their career?

But Lycoris also understood that even though the Quidditch game had been going on for so long, everyone still remembered Potter's superb flying skills.

In other words, Malfoy was jealous.

Negative emotions make people ugly, and Lycoris looked at him with a frown and displeasure, looking full of negative energy.

She said directly, "Let's go to the club to chat, boss."

Malfoy thought for a while, he had only been there once, so he followed.

"Please." Feeling that she would be working part-time as an emotional trash can and an amateur psychological counselor, Licoris opened the door of the small conference room.

Two cups of hot water and a plate of fruit.

After casting the earplug listening spell, Lycoris sat opposite Malfoy.

"You have been busy lately?"

Here comes the question from the boss.

Licolis had a guess in her mind, and she didn't panic when he asked her this question.

"Busy studying and managing the club." I was not idle and forgot about you, the boss.

"Study? Get busy dating." Malfoy had seen her and Theodore Nott walking in and out together several times.

Malfoy was dissatisfied at the moment because his followers did not follow him, but hung out with others every day, and had a better relationship than him.

Dating?

If I’m not the boss, why would I have a date when I’m only eleven?

Licolis was rarely choked, "With whom?"

Who else are you following?

"Nott." Malfoy said coldly, "Don't try to hide it from me, I saw it. If you lied to me, I will tell the Dean."

Tell Professor Snape?

Lycoris suddenly thought of Malfoy's classic "I'm going to tell my dad". Is it "I'm going to tell your dad" this time?

"He is a pure-blood and my boss," Licolis said, dumbfounded. "Pure-blood and mixed-blood, are you sure?"

Of course Malfoy knew that the Nott family would not agree, but...

"Falling is love, but it doesn't necessarily lead to marriage." Malfoy glared at her.

What you said makes sense, don't say it next time.

Suddenly there was a scandal, how outrageous.

He was indeed too idle, Licoris thought. This was not the case when he was busy playing Quidditch.

"I'm not interested in Nott, and he's not interested in me either." Lycoris explained, and then brought up a new topic, "Boss, have you not practiced Quidditch for a long time recently?"

Lycoris knew very well that Malfoy didn't really care whether she was in love or not, he was just taking the blame for Potter.

"I've been suspended by the dean, so what's the use of training?" Malfoy resented the suspension deeply.

"That's not what you're saying. The dean's ban is for this school Quidditch match. It doesn't mean that you won't be allowed to play in the future. Besides, what does the ban have to do with training?" Lycoris wished that he would go to training as soon as possible. Well, save your imagination and think about weird things.

"It makes sense." Malfoy softened a little and seemed to be persuaded.

But he still didn't want to hear people praising Potter wherever he went. Why should he? Didn't he just fall off the broomstick?

Lycoris looked at the expression on Malfoy's face and understood.

"Potter's flying skills in the Quidditch game were praised by everyone, and his popularity has not diminished at all. Boss, you are very unhappy."

Isn't this nonsense? Malfoy looked at her. Could it be that she also thought Potter's flying skills were very good?

"Three methods." Licoris stretched out her finger to make a gesture, then picked up the cup and sipped lightly.

"First, you're unhappy. You can vent it out." Lycoris didn't show off. Before Malfoy could ask, she just poured out the words like beans from a bamboo tube. "It hurts you to hold it in, and it'll be easier when you let it out. Between. There are no fights between classmates, so you can taunt Mr. Potter as usual. The downside is that it doesn't have much effect other than drawing hatred."

Lycoris's poisonous tongue skills had improved. She watched the expression of the boy across from him change from "You agree with me to trouble Potter, you have a good idea" to "Why is it useless to just attract hatred?"

"Second, lower the popularity of Mr. Potter." This Licoris has experience. "If you want to cover up a popularity, it's not about prohibiting discussion, but it's about making a bigger noise."