Snape's Sad History

That was it? Both of them were rather surprised. Just moments ago, Snape had informed them that their tutoring was over and they would not need to come back, then promptly "shown them out" of the Potions Classroom.

The tutoring had been even shorter than expected.

The first lesson had covered key points of knowledge; the second and third had involved practising how to process ingredients; and the lesson just now had been about brewing Potions. They had needed to select from the ingredients Snape had prepared and make a potion, essentially an early assessment. The answers they handed in had been quite perfect.

So Snape had told them to get lost!

For the remaining month, they would not need to continue their "tutoring."

Not having to attend tutoring was a good thing for Albert. At last, he would no longer have to see Snape's sour face during his weekend breaks, which could easily ruin both his mood and appetite.

After the tutoring ended, the two headed straight to the Room of Requirement to celebrate its conclusion. The House-elf pulled out all the stops and prepared a lavish French dinner for them.

"Where did you get all these ingredients?"

"The House-elf probably went to the seaside to get the seafood itself. You know, House-elves have considerable Magical Power. They can use the Summoning Charm 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 looked at the rosy cheeks illuminated by the candlelight and casually found a topic to talk about.

"I practised for a long time. Once the things I made became barely presentable, I wanted to