Objectively speaking, he was right to think so.I've never seen a kid so smart and so good at learning - he's learned all the magic of porcelain stone, and we can't believe it now!
And according to all those who know about porcelain stone, if the boyles who have not reached the age of twenty and are strong enough in magic and spirit to a certain extent, if they want to use the magic in porcelain stone in advance, they will be eaten by its magic and become crazy - it can be seen that the ghost, this little man who has not even reached the age qualification to enter a magic school, he has learned it all!
”Debbie was complaining, but a proud parental expression appeared on her face: "It's a little freak indeed, Vincent." ”"That's right, I can't let such a wonderful child be confined to my house.He's got to go to school, Dai, or one day we'll get rid of all the scum on the list—if we'll survive until then—won't he find himself with nothing else to do?
No social connections, no friends, no lovers, nothing.He's so good, and I'm going to ruin him by doing that. ”"He can go to his school, and there is no contradiction between your abandonment of us."
Debbie said."
If I don't stop doing this, he won't go to school."
Debbie scoffed, "Excuse." ”"And I'm tired, Dai."
Helen ignored Debbie's taunts, and was tired, which, combined with her inner and outer aura, was easily reminiscent of the she-cheetah in the twilight: "I've been wondering more and more lately what it's like to just open a little bar and wait behind the bar every day for the owl to give my schooling kids......"
Debbie listened quietly, and Helen continued."
Maybe I'll be able to set up shop in Hogsmeade and see the spire of Hogwarts when the weather is nice, Debbie.Once in a while, you don't have to think about how to break into the home of the next person who is going to die, and you don't have to be pierced by the screams of those powerless sheep tomorrow night......
Think about it, Debbie!
”Debbie was unfazed by Helen's beautiful vision: "If you veto this plan when Dave dies, I don't have a problem.But you want to quit now, you don't want to do it, Helen?
No kidding, we all know what we're doing - fighting, fighting, Helen!
Even if you have the upper hand now and play them around, as long as you don't kill them all, you will die even more miserably when they recover.Win or die, it's an iron law. ”Helen pursed her lips, "Then I'll be the one to break this law, Debbie."
I fight with all my strength when I want to jump up and fight, and when I want to lie down and rest, I can relax in peace.In the final analysis, doing what I want is the goal I pursue, but anything that prevents me from getting what my heart desires is a shackle. ”"Hey, I'm not as philosophical as you, Helen.I'm revenge for revenge's sake.Unlike you, I still remember Dave, and a few other companions who have died in the past ten years. ”The two men were at a stalemate for a moment, and then Helen took the initiative to break the silence."
There's one more thing I have on my plans to do before I open the bar, and I think I should let you know," Helen pulled out a newspaper that featured photographs of several directors visiting Azkaban, pointing to a scruffy prisoner behind a cage in the background. ”Debbie glanced out of the corner of her eye, and immediately recognized that it was Blake, who had a dewy affair with Helen overnight, and she didn't want to talk to Helen anymore for the time being, so she immediately broke the score: "Don't tell me you want to go to prison!"
Do you dare to be a little more insane?
”"Who told you I'm going to rob hell?"
Helen rolled her eyes: "I even read his name from the newspapers, and if he wasn't Vincent's father, I wouldn't have paid attention to him at all." ”"And what do you mean?""
He's more and more like that English gentleman now, isn't he?
Think carefully. ”Helen said.Debbie was attracted to the attention and stopped talking to Helen for the time being: "Mr.
England, I will never forget the one who took your heart with an ordinary heather without bewitching magic."
This mysterious Hogwarts teacher does look a lot like Black, but what are you mentioning now?
We've speculated about the relationship between Mr.
English and Blake since you got Vincent - maybe they're distant uncles and nephews or something, and it's not uncommon for them to look alike. ”"I now have a second explanation, Dai," Helen put the paper away again, "Mr.
England is Black."
He's the future Blake, going back in time to give me information and tips. ”"Oh, forget it, Helen, you're starting to believe in this soap play now?"
Debbie seemed even more unacceptable than she had heard the news that Helen was leaving."
Then do you think the speculation of distant uncles and nephews is very reliable?""
You'll find me a second explanation," Debbie added, seeing that Helen was about to pull out the newspaper with Sirius just now, "-not so mysterious."
Look, whether it's a time turnor or something, it only sells one-way tickets, and you expect Blake to go back in time to meet you a long time ago and go through that long period of time?
Don't talk nonsense, for Merlin's sake, he's a lifelong □□, and even if he is hot-headed and wants to go back in time, he doesn't have a place to make a time turner. ”"Don't tell me his case is okay.With a clear-headed official, Blake's retrial and acquittal are easier than smashing porcelain — and, you forget that. ”Helen took out another crystal box."
Oh, stay away from this, there's a pub and a bunch of drunken Muggles, I don't want to have anything to do with anyone here."
Debbie moved back."
Don't worry, it'll be fine—you can't guess what I've found in the ancient Thracian literature: this thing can do much more than just become a quick-acting aphrodisiac, and to be precise, it may be a means, not an end; It is the box where love is stored, Dai. ”"What?"
Debbie clearly didn't understand.Helen rubbed the crystal box and said, "Storing love, Dai, or looking for the destined one, that document is too old, and it was turned to dust by my mistake before I studied it carefully, but that's roughly what it means."
And most importantly, legend has it that if two people can get their hands on it and pronounce the spell accurately, it can bring the destined two together – ignoring the spatial distance, or even saying ......
Time distance. ”"I don't believe in that at all," said Debbie, carefully holding the case and examining it carefully, "but ......
I still want to ask, do you think Dave ever recited the above mantra?
Does this work for people who are dead?
”"You can try.I tried, it didn't work, maybe it only gives everyone one chance. ”Helen shrugged.Debbie held the small box up and recited the old words on it almost reverently—but nothing happened.The two men were silent for a while, and then Helen said cautiously, "Maybe, try again?"
Probably because your pronunciation is not standard-" "I'm not going to be stupid again, like a fool." ”Debbie tossed the crystal box back to the bar, took a disguised sip of her wine, and blinked her reddish eyes."
I believe it worked because it allowed me and Blake to have Vincent."
Helen checked the box to see if it had been broken, and then carefully put it away: "So thirty-four-year-old Blake is the mysterious English gentleman, and it makes sense that he used the box to go back to that time - now it seems that he was there for only one purpose, isn't it, and that is to stop me from killing Bruce." ”"You're crazy."
Debbie said she looked like she wanted to get out of here and talk to the pointless: "You don't love Mr.
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England at all, he's just the only good man you've met in your poor life, and then he's your only hope."
It's all far-fetched and illogical, a self-soothing fairy tale made up by your imaginative brain. ”"It's true that I've only been with thirty-four-year-old Black for less than six hours, but that's enough to make me understand that we're the same kind of people – we're all lonely, we're all yearning for freedom, we've all almost lost our lives to rotten families, and I'm sure we've read the passion and joy that is buried deep in each other's souls.Debbie, it's not like you've never been in love, you know that love doesn't depend on the length of time you get along. ”"Pathetic," Debbie spat on, "look at yourself, like a little girl who has been carried away by love, and Blake and the unnamed sneaky fellow in England have only a good skin, and they have fooled you into this."
I shouldn't have been hungry for wine that morning, I should have just blasted him away, I didn't expect that he didn't even have a name left and still has the ability to linger, and now he still fascinates you......"
"I'm not smitten." ”"Oh, you didn't, it's convincing.""
I'm just trying to prove one thing—" "Then you might as well say it." ”"Bruce, I'm talking about Bruce — he's worthy of our trust.""
What?"
Debbie was taken aback by the sudden change in topic: "When you let that boyle go a few years ago, you promised you that you wouldn't feel pity again!"
”"—Since Sirius went back in time and saved Bruce's life, it means that he will be important in the future."
Helen continued to try to make her point clear."
You've changed your name to him, huh?
I wonder if he'll get the Dementors to let him go for a while in Azkaban for an extra admirer. ”Debbie said bitterly."
I need to connect with Bruce, that's all I'm going to say, and I'll go to Vincent after I've settled in for him to go to school.Since Xiaotian, well, since Blake thinks that Bruce is worthy of him crossing time and space to save, then there must be something special about Bruce.I think it's time to meet him. ”Debbie controlled herself from laughing out loud in mockery: "And then what are you going to do?"
Take care of your two good sons waiting to welcome Blake out of prison?
And then have a baby so that the newborn baby can write 'For Mommy' on the cork in your cellar?
”"Not really, Vincent has already done it."
Helen said calmly, snapping her fingers, and a cork appeared in her palm with the words "To Mommy" written on it.Debbie was slightly taken aback, then immediately came back to her senses and opened Helen's hand: "It's just a wooden cork, who can tell if it's real or fake?"
If you're drunk all day and talk to Vincent about that English gentleman, the boy will surely concoct it for you to please you. ”Helen said to herself: "I'm sorry not to have your support, but that doesn't stop me.When Jessica grows up, you'll understand that Vincent and I need a more stable life. ”She lifted her bag, pulled out the cloak and put it on her arm to leave the Muggle bar.Debbie stopped her and said in an imperceptible pleading tone, "Did you really give up our fight?"
”Helen pursed her lips and pushed Debbie's arm away: "I need to look forward, Dai, although I woke up a little late, I need a new life." ”"If you insist on going to Bruce, don't contact us again!"
Debbie shouted from behind: "The boyle family will not have a good thing, I tell you, that kid has already learned the hypocritical kung fu of the boyle family, he will kill everyone!"
”Helen deftly sped away from the crowd on the dance floor, giving Debbie one last hurried laugh."
I/him/mom will never contact you again!
The guy who escaped!
Even if you want to be killed by Bruce, no one will care about you!
”Helen vanished into the shadows, and Debbie smashed her own glass and vanished out of the crowd at the bar.The author has something to say: Sure enough, as soon as I left the love part, it was much smoother, so happy╮(╯▽╰)╭Chapter 76 Thinking Generic Potion I came back to my senses and found that I had arrived in front of Raven Eagle, and I was about to knock on the knocker, when a junior girl pushed the door out, smiled at me and walked away quickly.I found Benelli and Danki in the corner of the lounge, and they were studying the newspaper today.The day before yesterday, Bruce followed the two Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic, claiming to be responsible for the death of the so-called Lady White (that is, Helen's Muggle status), and today reporters found out that the French Ministry of Magic used diplomatic means to get that guy out of temporary detention, and Bruce didn't even see a nail in Azkaban."
Still reading the news from the Boyle family?"
I opened the large stack of books on my chair and sat down: "It's not annoying." ”"It's not that we care about you so much, Vincent," Danqi said, "because we really don't want to stare at that hopeless formula."
Easter is only half a month away, but lo and behold. ”I pulled over the roll of parchment and found that they had almost replaced all the ingredients in the original recipe, and the direction of the new recipe was almost indistinguishable from the old one."
At first, it was just a new idea, and then it was further and further away from the idea of standard formulations."
Benelli flipped through the newspaper with a look of despair: "At least we can make a breakthrough in the boyle family's problems, but that recipe is 100% a dead end."
Easter is still half a month away, and I have to start preparing some ordinary things to send out - well, not just for my mother, in fact, I originally wanted to simulate everyone's thoughts, so that I can give everyone the perfect gift......"
"Oh oh, Hornby, this can't be," Floret came out from behind the dusty bookshelves: "You don't have the right to infringe on other people's ideas." ”"What are you doing there, eavesdropping on everyone sitting here?"
I was taken aback."
You don't understand," Florette smiled with satisfaction, patting a dusty object in her hand, "you can always find good things in places you haven't visited in a long time - especially in the back of a bookcase that hasn't been cleaned in a long time."
Look, I've found one. ”I counted the cobwebs on him and scoffed at his whimsy: "You call that a book?"
It's rotten into a pile of fibers that are nothing. ”"You're wrong, Yve," Benelli retorted dissatisfiedly, giving Yves a large seat for the sake of a pound of dust on his body, "you know that the potion, it's not for other people's memories—it's just a way of imitating thoughts."
If it hadn't been lost for many years, it would have been a good tool for the Aurors to capture criminals - mimicking where they would flee next, what tools they used, and even what they did!
Just think about it, it sounds exciting. ”"Wait, think about it, if you get the recipe for this potion ready, you can just give the recipe itself to Mrs.
Hornby," Dan Qi tapped his palm and said, "Even if you don't use the Thinking Potion, I'm sure this thing will definitely please any discerning Auror." ”"yes—if we can refine the recipe for that potion."
Benelli said frustratedly."
Maybe we can call in more people to help and brainstorm ideas.""
I don't think it's funny," Danqi stroked his chin, "Professor Snape kept watching our movements, and he didn't say anything—if he couldn't do anything about the recipe, then I don't think the heads of the students in the school combined were of much use."
I mean, while the old bat wasn't very likeable, we can't deny his prowess in potions. ”We looked at each other a few times, and felt that what Danqi said was reasonable, so we buried our heads and stared at the formula with a sad face."
But, then again......"
I scratched my head, "who said that if the professor didn't say anything, it means he has no idea—that's Snape, my classmates."
We can't think of him as zealous as Professor Flitwick. ”Benelli snapped his fingers, "That's right, Vincent - especially these days, your dad and Snape are making trouble with each other, it would be strange if Snape could take the initiative to help us." ”So I received three malicious glances, I leaned back, frowned, and said, "Does it have anything to do with me?"
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It's not me who fights like two idiot kids. ”"Ah, that's true, but one is your father, and the other is someone who can help us."
Flolet said, shove me the parchment that messed up the standard recipe."
It's up to you to figure out how to get Professor Snape's guidance."
Benelli threw the cloak I had just untied into my arms: "The weather hasn't warmed up yet, be careful of colds." ”"You're telling me to go now?"
I squinted at him."
yes, tomorrow is Easter break, are you sure you want to disturb Professor Snape during the break?
You're going to bother him to wash his hair!
”Danqi picked up my wand from the table, turned it upside down and handed it to me, "Take it well, maybe you need it when you run for your life." ”"Hmm.Why do I need to run for my life?
”"Don't you know?
Oh, you don't know—you just went to Sirius's office—Professor Snape woke up this morning and received six full sets of Lady Cherry's magic shampoos for a three-and-a-half discount, and guess who gave it?
”I was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Why?"
”"Probably because it's Lady Kirly's birthday these days."
Flolet said."
I'm not asking you why Madame Chilly is on sale!"
I wish I had poured the shampoo on his head right now, and now he was covered with little spiders panicking to go home, not much better than Snape's hair."
We speculate it's because of Snape's Potions lesson to second year yesterday afternoon."
Danqi said."
Slow, slow, what happened yesterday?"
For the past two days, my mind has been full of memories of Helen and the crystal box, and I have not paid any attention to the gossip around me."
He added an impromptu class on 'Thirty-six Ways to Poison Canine Creatures Quickly' — but really, we didn't understand why Professor Black was so upset when he heard the news, I mean, quite upset."
Dan Qi emphasized with a convincing expression on his face."
Maybe he's an avid canine protector?
Vincent, is he?
”Benelli had gotten Muggle-related words right for the first time, but I didn't bother to compliment him, I felt like I was a little out of date.I then asked, "Why did Snape add that lesson?"
”"Oh, there's a firm reason for that - Sirius somehow convinced Lady Hooch yesterday morning to adopt the Quidditch Pitch Loan Schedule he made, which only gave the Slytherin a fortnightly loan.""
But I think it's right, Slytherin has always relied on scoring on the pitch, and it doesn't really make much sense to give them too much time to train – should they practice hitting players in the stomach with bats on their own people?"
”"Oh, ......," Benelli hastened to reply before I could speak, "Sirius changed the Quidditch court schedule because Professor Snape had deducted a lot of points from Potter and a few Weasleys in several Potions lessons, and said that broomstickers probably wouldn't use crucibles; Snape deducted points from them because Harry had quarreled with him in Potions class, and Harry and Snape had argued because Snape had accused Harry of stealing his gill sac grass, and he had mocked Wizard's weekly peachy news about Granger — it was written by Skeeter, yes — and Snape remembered to taunt Granger, supposedly because Granger had told Malfoy that he was a slicky little white face and some other brilliant description, including a shivering little stoat......
""Slow down." ”I handed Benelli a cup of tea."
By the way, I think Granger uses all of his adjectives very well."
Florien interjected unhurriedly.Benelli waved his hand to signal that he didn't need a drink, took a deep breath, and continued like a tongue twister: "Granger and Malfoy had a conflict - sorry it has something to do with us - we told Jessica that she had slipped out, she knew that there was a boy in the school who didn't have an alibi when her house was attacked, so she wanted to go to Bruce to ask but couldn't find anything, and then Weasley said that she had slipped out, and she knew what Bruce and Malfoy had planned, so she went to Malfoy to ask about it, and Malfoy pushed Jessica down, Jessica hit her head and went to the school doctor's office to rest assured that she was fine, mostly pretending - although Malfoy said triumphantly that it wasn't intentional, but it was clearly intentional - so Granger found out and scolded Malfoy before Potions class......
"I counted the teacup and took a sip of it myself.""
But it's not over yet!"
Benelli cocked up his finger to catch his breath, and then tortured his tongue: "Malfoy told Professor McGonagall that he was so dizzy from Sirius that he pushed Jessica down - Sirius told Malfoy to bathe the spiders that Crouch had left behind, and Malfoy let the spiders go, and it took him a few more henchmen to find two-thirds of the spiders all night, and by the way, Sirius released the spiders that had been bathed by Master Malfoy's own hands; "As for Sirius's decision to confiner Malfoy's confinement purely to find fault, and Sirius found fault because Snape had confined two Gryffindor students in the library after dinner the day before, and the two poor fellows were just a little louder in the library praising Sirius' way of education; Speaking of Sirius's approach to education, he had made a big mockery of the unpleasant failure of a certain big-nosed teacher in his Defence Against the Dark Arts class the afternoon before yesterday, and this "certain teacher" had mocked the picture on the wanted warrant for you at the teacher's table at noon the day before yesterday and Professor Blake's photo taken in Azkaban......
"Stop, Benelli, don't say it." ”I can't take it anymore, Benelli's stance is like trying to trace the feud back to the confrontation between the two guys when they first met on Hogwarts Express, and the story is too long."
I'm going to Professor Snape."
I fastened my cloak and reluctantly prepared to leave the warm common room: "Benely, don't you want to stay here and have a fire, after all, it's your recipe - come with me to Snape, get up quickly—for Merlin's sake, let your recipe be done quickly, so that maybe I can use it to find some shortcut so that the two professors don't fight each other." ”"You're whimsical," Danqi posed as wizard chess prepared to play against Flolet: "That's a matter of aura, dead knot."
You won't find a way to get a typical Slytherin and a Gryffindor to shake hands if you want to break your head. ”Chapter 77 Thinking Generic Potion We made our way to Professor Snape's office, and on the way Benelli suddenly said with some uneasiness, "I think I probably regret it, Vincent." ”I made out two almost identical tapestries and lifted one of them: "Well, sure enough, the passage to the south is behind this one......"
Hearing his words gave him an inquiring nasal voice: "Huh?
”"I think about it, the two professors—your dad and Snape—have wars between each meal on average, and the last one Snape received this morning," he said in a low voice, as if the word had been cursed: "Shampoo......"
I grabbed him by the collar so that he wouldn't be careless and rushed to the wrong place, "This way."
So?
”Benelli wrinkled his nose: "We may be able to catch up with the dispute between these two people in the afternoon session - it's terrifying, it's terrifying." ”"Your potion, your idea," I knocked on Professor Snape's door, motioning for Benelli to speak, "and you ask." ”"Enter."
Snape's usual expressionless, slightly impatient voice rang out, and I pushed the door open and shoved Benelli inside."
Oh, hello, Professor.We're here to ask, can you help us with the recipe for the potion we're working on?
”After hearing the news from the morning, I couldn't help but glance around the door the moment I entered the door - of course there was no trace of Lady Kirly's shampoo, and Snape's hair didn't look like it had used any shampoo, and I guessed that the half dozen shampoo sets had gone down the sewers into the large lake in front of Hogwarts.Snape narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing Benille's request, according to the custom, the next second was probably sharp, transforming "get out" into all kinds of vicious sarcastic speeches, Benigli almost reflexively waved his wand, I quickly tugged at his sleeve lest he couldn't control it for a moment to make a move to lock us down, but I didn't expect the words that came out of Snape's mouth at this time were: "Okay." ”I was ready to turn around and go back to my dorm room, and when I heard Professor Snape's unprecedented kindness, I almost subconsciously asked, "What?"
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”Fortunately, I came back to my senses in time and swallowed the sentence, and then I heard Benelli beat it late: "What?
”Professor Snape frowned solemnly, and held out his hand to signal us to give him the parchment, not bothering to say a word.Fearing that he would repent, I pulled the long piece of parchment from Benelli's hand and ran to Professor Snape and stuffed it into Professor Snape.He looked at it for a moment, wrote something on his paper, then walked over to a table and drew the cauldron and began to boil the potion.I glanced at what he had written, and found that I was helpless at the scribbled handwriting.The dreary room was filled with the clinking of bottles and cans in Snape's hands and the grunt of potions boiling, and we watched with bated breath as Snape's somber face helped us with our research on the dead end, and then experienced his potions talent firsthand."
Oh my God, let this step sit and add the Strange Acacia......
And it turns out that it can be stirred like this, so that there is no need to worry about the problem of the rabbit down being too easy to burn......"
After watching for a while, after seeing Professor Snape easily resolve one difficulty after another that stood in our way, Benelli, who was completely fascinated, couldn't help but exclaim: "It's just ......
Genius ......"
I took a step back and stabbed him, whispering, "He must have deduced this recipe before, otherwise the process would not have been so smooth."
That step stuck us for a week......""
Huh?
”As a result, Benelli, who was too focused, didn't hear it, and only gave me an absent-minded reply.Professor Snape, who had changed the container for the solution, glanced back at me.I cleared my throat and cast my gaze back into the cauldron in earnest.After about two hours, Snape tapped the cauldron to keep it at a proper temperature, wiped his hands, and then gave us a very brief explanation of the steps needed to go on, and then told us that it would probably last Easter.Benelli looked at him as if he were facing a new generation of idols, and I squinted and checked our list, and found that Snape, despite the details, was still in line with the general direction, and those tips were just to simplify the steps and shorten the boiling time.There was only one last step between us and him: he solved the knot that had been tied to us and replaced our overabundance of Indian horns with an unpopular material.The difference is only in the amount of experience and knowledge.I have to admit, though, that if it weren't for Snape's clever little changes, even if we were lucky enough to come up with the last step, our recipe would have taken at least three and a half months to make, instead of the finished product at Easter half a month later, as Snape had announced.But Snape clearly wasn't going to help us with the potions for most of the month, and he motioned for us to take out a special wooden box from the cabinet next to us that could move the medium cauldron and put it back in, and the rest was up to us."
We'll send your crucible back right away."
Benelli said as he lifted the wooden box, his eyes shining.Snape nodded indifferently, impatient, waved us to hurry away, and as soon as he left Snape's office, Benelli couldn't wait to say, "Did you just see that, Vincent?"
The operation just taught—Merlin's beard, how did he come up with those things!
Stir counterclockwise after step 3!
Talented!
Why didn't we think of it!......""
Calm down, the potion inside is going to come out." ”I rolled my eyes and pointed to the wooden box that Benelli was holding in his arms."
Oh, I can't let this go," Benelli said more cautiously, with a wistful look on his face, "I can finally get this potion before Easter, and give it and the recipe to my mother—oh no, this was done exactly on Easter night."
Maybe I can pay to use the owl to expedite and make sure the package doesn't arrive late – otherwise it's a bit of a disappointment......"
"Sounds like a good idea. ”I chimed in, and then thought about it, "Why is Snape so good at talking today?"
”"It's Professor Snape."
Benelli corrected."
Especially since he had just been provoked in the morning, Snape didn't make sense to do that, I mean, even when he was in a good mood he wouldn't necessarily help us with this seemingly nasty study......
"I always felt that something was wrong."
It's Professor Snape, and my thinking generic is not a chicken."
Benelli corrected insistively."
Snape certainly wasn't at ease."
I finally came to a conclusion."
It's Professor Snape," said Benelli, "for Merlin's sake, Vincent, you can't just blindly choose partiality and turn a blind eye to the facts just because your father is against Professor Snape, and even Professor Snape's eagerness to help us with our research can be described as uneasy and kind!"
”"Me?
Am I blind to the facts?
Because Sirius?
”I paused, then caught up with him and said incredulously, "Sorry, are you talking about me?"
Why do I think it's you who is disturbed by your train of thought?
Moreover, you say that Snape is zealous!
”Benelli stood abruptly, carefully adjusting the wooden box in his arms as he said sternly to me: "We can't judge people because of our previous prejudices.Vincent, Professor Snape's potions are admirable, he may be a little mean, but he is not bad, and you are simply unconditionally on Professor Black's side and maliciously speculating about him.He's a genius when it comes to potions, and geniuses deserve all of our courtesy. ”"Oh my God, Benilli," I was speechless, then laughed helplessly, "You're so susceptible, and it's the same when you talk about Bruce, and you think Bruce has taken it all."
Just a little bit of a big change and you can accept or reject it all - you can't do the Auror or the CIA ......"