Following Snape Home

"Mya Mu," Vester called out.

"Vester, are you going to the library?"

Vester nodded. "I'm returning some books."

After stepping aside to let him pass, Muya left.

Vester watched her retreating figure, pressed his lips together, and ultimately said nothing. Once she was out of sight, he turned and left.

"Mya Mu, the exam results will be out tomorrow. Do you know what that means?" The moment Muya entered the dormitory, Hannah swiftly pulled her over to sit down.

Muya was baffled. "It means... a huge pile of holiday homework?"

Hannah: ...Well, that wasn't wrong. "That's not what I meant. We're about to be separated."

Muya hugged Hannah. "All right, I'll write to you often." She then looked at Susan and Shalian.

The two girls nodded.

After seeing her grades, Muya smiled in relief. Not bad—twentieth in the year, and her Potions grade was very good. When Snape saw her, he even nodded at her and told her to hurry up and pack.

However, she had already stuffed all her belongings into her home last night. Now, she decided to say goodbye to Calori face-to-face.

"I'll miss you so much, Mya." Calori took Muya's right hand and pressed it against his cheek. Muya could feel how nice his skin was—smooth and soft, very comfortable. "Mm-hmm, we can still talk through the mirrors." Muya took the opportunity to stroke Calori's face a few more times, and he enjoyed it as well.

"Professor Snape might already be waiting for me. I have to go." She lowered her hand.

"Okay, Mya. Bye-bye~"

Muya returned to the dormitory and left the castle with the others, carrying their luggage. She spotted Snape, who was carrying a suitcase too.

After saying goodbye to her friends, she walked over to Snape. "Let's go, Professor."

Snape gave a "Hmph." "Miss Muya certainly has many friends. Her professor had to wait five minutes just for her to say goodbye." "Hehe, sorry, Professor."

Snape glanced at the suitcase in her hand, took it from her, and boarded the train.

Muya froze. She had never expected Snape to carry her suitcase for her. She would never have even dared to imagine it.

She boarded the train as well and sat beside Snape.

"Professor, where is your home?" Muya asked, unable to bear the boredom.

Snape focused on the book in his hands. "Spinner's End."

"Is it far? Do we need to change trains?"

"Quiet."

Those two words immediately shut Muya up, leaving her no choice but to look out at the scenery.

Half an hour later, Snape looked beside him again and found that Muya had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

When she heard the snack trolley nearby, Muya instantly woke up. She pushed open the compartment door. "I'd like some, ma'am!"

Snape was startled by her sudden movement, and the book in his hand nearly fell to the floor.

Muya came back in with an armful of snacks. "Would you like some, Professor?"

"No."

Muya set them on the table and happily began eating by herself. Since Snape did not want any, she would eat them herself.

After quite a while, the train came to a stop. Muya packed away her leftover snacks and followed Snape off the train.

At the platform, countless parents had come to pick up their children. Afraid of getting lost, Muya took the initiative to grab Snape's hand.

Snape's body stiffened slightly, but he did not make Muya let go. He merely said, "Stay close."

"Okay, don't worry, Professor."

The two of them finally managed to make their way through the crowd of parents. Before Muya could even catch her breath, she heard Snape say another two words. "Hold tight."

Then the world spun around her, reminding Muya of when she was little and had stood on a spinning platform while several classmates pushed it.

Fortunately, she had only gotten dizzy in the end and had not thrown up.

By the time Muya finished reminiscing, they had already stopped in front of a house. So this was Snape's home.

Snape looked down at her. He was somewhat surprised to see that she showed no signs of dizziness or nausea from Apparition.

"What's wrong?" Muya noticed his gaze, looked up at him, and smiled.

Snape seemed to have been scalded by her smile. He could not understand why Muya smiled at him so often.

"Nothing. Follow me." He carried both suitcases ahead while Muya followed behind, looking around at the decorations inside.

Snape's home really was decorated just like him—dark and gloomy, with some places looking rather shabby.

Snape paid no attention to Muya's gaze. He went straight upstairs, entered a room, and set down Muya's suitcase. "This will be your room."

"Okay, Professor Snape." Muya obediently agreed. The room looked nice, though it was still mostly black, white, and gray.

Muya briefly unpacked her things. When she felt it was time to eat, she went downstairs.

"Professor Snape, are we having dinner?" Muya found Snape in a room filled with all kinds of bottles.

Snape paused, then realized what she meant. "There's bread and milk in the kitchen."

Seeing that he was preparing some kind of potion, Muya did not disturb him and went to find the kitchen. There were no ingredients inside, only a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk.

Muya pressed the bread. Just as she had expected, it was rock-hard.

Sigh, she would have to cook for herself.

Muya ran upstairs again, climbed into her suitcase, and familiarly entered her home. She casually made three dishes. After eating, she imagined Snape finishing his potion and gnawing on dry bread alone. It seemed a little pitiful.

Muya found a lunchbox, packed the dishes and rice inside, and cast a warming charm on it.

She quietly placed the lunchbox on the table in the living room, where Snape was.

She discovered a small yard at the back, overgrown with weeds.

Muya was instantly overcome with the urge to keep busy. Carefully avoiding some potion ingredients, she pulled out the weeds.

Halfway through, a voice suddenly sounded. "What are you doing?" There was no emotion in its tone.

Muya looked up and met Snape's eyes. He was holding a bottle of green potion. "Hi, Professor. I'm helping you weed. Don't worry, I avoided the potion ingredients."

"Come inside. I don't need you pulling weeds." Muya patted the dirt from her hands and walked out of the yard with a pout.

"Scourgify." Snape tapped her lightly with his wand, and all the dirt stains on her body vanished.

"You should go to sleep."

Muya looked at the sky, then checked the time. Professor, it had only just gotten dark. Were you seriously telling me to go to sleep?

"Okay, Professor." Fine, she would go home and play games. Holidays were meant for having fun, hehe.

When Snape returned to the living room, he saw the lunchbox on the table. Even without opening it, he could already smell its delicious aroma.

He guessed that Muya had made it herself.