Snape's Sad History

That was it? It was over?

Both of them were a little surprised. Just moments ago, Snape had told them that their tutoring was over and they would not need to come back again, then promptly "shown" them out of the Potions classroom.

The tutoring had been even shorter than they had expected.

The first lesson had covered key knowledge points. The second and third had been practice handling ingredients, while the lesson just now had involved brewing Potions. They had needed to select from the ingredients Snape had prepared and make a potion from them, essentially an early assessment. The answers they handed in had been nearly flawless.

So Snape had told them to get lost!

With one month remaining, they would not need to continue their "tutoring."

Not having to attend tutoring was a good thing for Albert. At last, he would not have to see Snape's sour face during his weekend breaks. It was far too easy for it to spoil both his mood and his appetite.

After the tutoring ended, the two went straight to the Room of Requirement to celebrate the end of their "tutoring." The house-elves had pulled out all the stops and prepared a lavish French dinner for them.

"Where did you get all these ingredients?"

"The house-elves probably went to the coast themselves to get the seafood. You know, house-elves have considerable magical power. They can use Accio too, so getting ingredients from the sea isn't difficult."

The most expensive part of their candlelit dinner was probably the glass of red wine in their hands.

"Thank you for the scarf. I really like it. Did you knit it yourself?" Albert casually found a topic as he looked at Isabelle's rosy cheeks, illuminated by candlelight.

"I practiced for a long time. Once the