How to face the past calmly

After three big classes a day, Alphard finally verified one thing after suffering the intensive devastation of Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Transfiguration. That little bitch of fate didn’t really just give him a chance to be reunited or die. It disappeared without a trace after the mission, and it still gave him some small cheats, like a brain that can understand at a glance.

Alphard never thought that one day he could also become the kind of top student who only needs the teacher to say it once, and he can immediately master it, but a miracle happened like this. He can answer any questions asked by the professor in the theoretical part before the lecture. A question can also become the first person in the class to perfectly turn a match into a needle in the later experimental part, and the needle also has the family crest of the Black family on it.Such an excellent performance made Professor McGonagall have to ask him: "Have you recalled anything?"

"If you're asking me if I did it so quickly by memory, I think I need to tell you... yes, I recall my first Transfiguration class, and Headmaster Dumbledore was my professor at the time , he gave Slytherin ten points for being the first to turn a match into a needle," Alphard replied.

"Sorry, I don't want to doubt you. Your previous grades are well-known throughout the school. Slytherin adds five points. Different professors always have different attitudes towards grades."

"I know, you don't need to explain, senior." Alphard replied with a smile.

In fact, the attitudes of the professors towards points are still very similar, at least Gryffindor, who is in the same line, is very similar. Dumbledore only gave him five points back then, and the other five points belonged to the Dark Lord. Tied for first place.Originally, Alphard was still thinking about getting more points from Professor McGonagall, but now it seems that there is no way to go. She is as rigorous as ever, and she will not change her persistence just because she hears how others add points.

Transfiguration was the last class in the afternoon. After class, the students could go to the restaurant for dinner. Almost all Slytherins arrived, except for Snape who disappeared, and almost no one from Gryffindor. See any freshman.

"I really don't understand the bad tastes of those Gryffindor seniors, just watching my juniors can't find a restaurant and not helping?"

Alphard remembered that it was written in the original book [Friday is a key good day for Harry and Ron.They finally found their way to the restaurant for breakfast without getting lost. ] "They just lost their way, and it's not that they can't find it completely. They can find it after a little more groping." Although James came to Slytherin and said some things very Slytherin, in his heart he still didn't hope Hearing bad things about Gryffindor always subconsciously defended his father's house.And the most important thing is that his goddess is still in Gryffindor, oh, hasn't the goddess found her way yet?Do I want to go to the hero to save the beauty?

"And from the perspective of seniors, this is indeed a very interesting thing." Sirius couldn't help laughing on the side.

"Your etiquette, Sirius." Narcissa stopped cutting the lamb shoulder with a knife and fork, frowning dissatisfied.

"It's not funny from a hungry person's point of view." Alphard must honestly admit that he's always prone to overthinking, like the French soup on his plate. There are too many other things.

"That's because those freshmen are too stupid." Sirius and James answered together.

"If it weren't for me, and the two of you went to Gryffindor, where there would be no seniors to help and only read jokes, who would find the restaurant in no time, eh? Or are you implying me Lily? Miss Evans Stupid?"

Sirius and James both bowed their heads and shut up.

Lucius laughed at the side: "My father told me a sentence, I think it makes sense now, I hope you can also remember-'Never argue with Al, he is always right. If he is wrong Now, please refer to the previous sentence'."

"I know your father?" Alphard regretted it after saying this. He felt that he asked a stupid question. He should ask the parents of the entire Slytherin students who didn't know him, or who His parents had no enmity with him, and he could tell from Slytherin's attitude that the original owner had made many enemies when he was in school.

"You are classmates, and since my father didn't express any objection after I got together with Narcissa, and even expressed support in a very pleasant surprise, I don't think your relationship will at least be a mortal enemy." Lucius replied with a smile.

While Alphard and the others were chatting about Hogwarts in the 40s at the dining table, some people in the teacher's seat were also chatting about that time.

Professor McGonagall said to Principal Dumbledore: "Al's memory has really begun to recover, but there are some small problems."

"What kind of laughing question?" Before Voldemort and Dumbledore could speak, another young professor who was eating fruit salad asked first.

"Liszt, you still care about Al after so many years." Voldemort squinted at his subordinates, Liszt?Greenglass, the head of the Greenglass family, one of the members of the Volpes Knights, and an old classmate of Voldemort and Alphard. After Professor Slughorn retired, Lister was sent by Voldemort to be in charge of Potions Professorship.

"No, not really, I just did it to satisfy my curiosity."

"It's better like this, you know, Liszt, even with friends, my patience is limited." Voldemort's dissatisfaction was beyond words.

"Hey, do you want to listen to me?" Mag deliberately eased the cold atmosphere at the table.

"Please."

"Al's memory is biased. He remembers that he was the first person to turn a match into a needle in the Transfiguration class that year. He remembers that Albus added ten points, but he doesn't remember that the other five points came from Tom."

In other words, Alphard is unconsciously deleting everything that belongs to Tom and then rationalizing it.

The atmosphere at the dinner table really has a cold and hard feeling.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Alphard, who finished his homework, appeared in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on time.

At the door of Voldemort's office is a statue of Medusa with a bare upper body. Every snake head on her head is lifelike, as if alive. After Alphard appeared, those snake heads didn't mean anything, but Medusa was alive: " You're 10 minutes early boy, boy, but you can go in."

It seems that Voldemort's entry system is more advanced than Hogwarts' general voice control, it is face recognition.

Medusa opened the door of the office, revealing Voldemort who was sitting at the desk and didn't know what to correct. Alphard could only be sure that it was definitely not homework, because today was the first day of school, and no student could Finished the first assignment so quickly.

"Good evening, Professor Voldemort."

Voldemort was so absorbed that he seemed to notice that Alphard had arrived after he uttered his voice. He put down the silver-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, looked up from a pile of parchment, and smiled coldly: "Good evening." , Al, come in quickly, I hope you brought your textbooks, if not, I can lend you."

"Yes, I brought it, but I don't know the relationship between the textbook and the labor service that I will be punished for." Alphard only received the news that Voldemort asked others to pass it on to him before he was about to come to Voldemort's office.

"The content of your labor service is to study, Al. In the next month, I hope that you will come here on time every day with the textbooks of the courses you have attended that day."

"You want to teach me to study?"

"Yes, although I'm only a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I personally feel that I'm quite versatile, and I should be able to handle any subject. Or...are you expecting us to do something else?"

Chapter 22 The World's No.20 Second Malice: According to legend, every second spent with the Dark Lord is a test of acting skills

Before he knew it, the pointer had already slid towards nine o'clock.

"Then let's stop here today." Voldemort put away the three textbooks that have been mentioned, "But before you leave, I would like to ask you a few questions, okay?"

Alphard was sitting upright, and he knew that today's finale was finally here: "Yes."

"If you don't want to answer, you can tell me directly, I don't mind, but I would really mind if you give me a fake answer mechanically, OK?" Voldemort was typical of being cheated.

"I told you, I will promise not to lie to you in the future." Although this promise was a flash of inspiration for Alphard at the time, it now seems that it will become a crucial move for him to turn around, and he made the right move. , There is a smooth road ahead of him, he made a mistake, hehe, set the death flag.

Voldemort stared at Alphard: "You are very vigilant, you always remember the promise you made to me, and you are also very careful not to catch up with any of my languages. This makes me appreciate you, but also makes me think you are fake. , you know, Al?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"It takes time to see people's hearts." Voldemort spoke five Chinese words with a perfectly standard pronunciation.

"I have a clear conscience." Alphard also replied in Chinese.

Then Voldemort smiled, feeling like he had been waiting for him a long time ago: "You really lied to me."

Alphard was taken aback: "I don't understand." Is there something wrong?Or did I lie to you?Sometimes it's not good to lie too much. When the other party says you lied to me, you don't know what you should confess.

"You didn't learn Chinese with me after you entered school. You knew it from the beginning! I wondered at that time, how could you start learning Chinese after you entered school because you like oriental culture so much."

...the dividing line of memories...

"Are you really just starting to learn Chinese?" The young Dark Lord sat in front of the fireplace, looking suspiciously at his cunning classmate and friend.Without self-effacing, he feels that his language learning ability is already against the sky, but the other party is even more exaggerated than him, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels something is wrong.

Alphard looked triumphantly at the young Dark Lord sitting across from him, pretended to be angry and said: "Hey, Tommy, you are already better than me in the practical part of many subjects, did I say anything? No. So please show some gentlemanly demeanor and honestly admit that besides memorizing theoretical knowledge by rote, there are still some aspects that I can beat you, eh? Don’t lose so much, there is no shame in losing to me, at least You are much stronger than others."

"It's not that I can't afford to lose, but I always feel that there is a problem here, because you are the one who proposes to learn other things to compete because you can't afford to lose."

"It takes a long time to see people's hearts." Alphard replied in Chinese.

"What do you mean?" Tom had just started to learn Chinese, and he couldn't understand such colloquial words.

"It means that I will prove to you in the rest of my life that you and I really learned Chinese together, and my ability to comprehend Chinese is better than yours. Accept your fate, dude." Alphard said with a determined face. Tom's mouth was gagged with an expression, which was his usual method.

"Let's wait and see." Voldemort smiled calmly and gracefully.

...the memory ends...

Many years later, Voldemort finally caught Alphard's braid, and swept away the depression of losing to Alphard: "It's you who taught me the saying "Time to see people's hearts, remember?"

Alphard smiled awkwardly, he didn't expect to pull his hind legs in this kind of place, in order to cover up his emotions, he pretended to suddenly have a strong interest in the little princess Nagini who had been coiled by his side all the time, and he recovered some first-grade Fragmentary memory, I already know how to communicate with Nagini's inarticulate words.

Voldemort looked at Alphard helplessly: "You know that I have been with you for seven years, in other words, do I know yourself better than you do now? Once you want to avoid my topic, you start playing with Nagini."

The most disappointing thing is that Nagini is still playing mesmerizingly, and doesn't even care whether Alphard is using her as a cover.

"Sorry, I seem to have done a lot of sinful things that I need to apologize to you." Alphard laughed even more awkwardly.

"Who told you to be Blake? I'm used to using enough patience to expose your lies. It's like waiting for you for more than 30 years to let you reveal that you actually knew Chinese a long time ago. It's better than I am willing to use a bigger one. Be patient and spend more time to see if you really intend to remain sincere to me, or if this is another scam of yours."

"You're scary, you know that?"

"I know." Voldemort hooked his lips into a smile, he is the Dark Lord, people think he is scary, not daring to offend him easily is a basic skill, "Then, let's get back to the topic, I discovered all the new knowledge you have learned just now. It’s all over and over again, it’s not so much that you can’t forget it, it’s better to say that what you have learned is slowly recovering, isn’t it?”

"Yes, to be precise, it's not resuscitation, but when you teach me this knowledge, the corresponding classroom memories will appear in my brain." Alphard replied truthfully.

"Sure enough." Voldemort nodded, "Then, the second question, where am I in your memory?"

"Beside me, take classes with me." Alphard said vaguely, because he couldn't understand Voldemort's intention for a moment, living with the Dark Lord was like facing an endless game of secret rooms, everywhere If you are trapped, you have to be fearful and act every second like walking on thin ice in order to survive.

"Are you sure I have appeared in your memory? I have flesh and blood, didn't you rely on your later imagination to add it for granted?"

"I'm sure."

"So, maybe you'd like to explain to me what you said to Professor McGonagall in Transfiguration today about the ten points Professor Dumbledore gave you?"

Alphard's embarrassing expression appeared again, and he had done too many bad things: "I just want Professor McGonagall to give me more points."

"..." At this moment Voldemort's expression was very delicate, too many emotions rushed into his heart, he wanted to yell at Alphard, score your sister, do you know how worried I was just now?But he also wanted to hold Alphard and laugh, thanking the whole world.In the end, he began to worry that Alphard would recall things after the seventh grade, "So you have me in your memory, the real me?"

"Yes, the 11-year-old you are vivid in my mind. I know you are my roommate. I remember that on the first day of school, you were the only one in Slytherin who woke up early and went to the cafeteria to get breakfast for me. You are my best friend."

"But you don't treat me like a best friend."

"Uh, I just don't know how to deal with it, I mean, in my memory, we are just friends, but in reality you are my professor, and it is said that I have done a lot of stupid things to you before, I really don't know how to face you."

"We can try to discover a new way of getting along together, huh?"

"I'd love to," Alphard smiled. "Tommy?"

Voldemort was taken aback for a moment. He didn't know how many years it had been since no one called him that. Even his pet Nagini had chosen the new nickname Voldy tactfully. He originally planned to use it as his relationship with Alphard. That's what Al called him when he made progress.But reality always backfires. Suddenly at this moment, Voldemort lost the courage to let Alphard call him Voldy, because he found that deep down in his heart he actually didn't want Alphard to grow up, even if it was the same as the seventh grade. He didn't want Alphard to know anything that had anything to do with it, so he could recall it.

"It's really nostalgic, I like this name. Okay, go back to the dormitory, friendly reminder, I know any of your night travel methods, don't let me catch you."

"As an old friend, can't you be more accommodating?" Alphard tried to take the first step.

"My old friend doesn't need to come to school," Voldemort joked, taking that step.

"Is it really okay to poke someone sorely all the time, Mr. Voldemort?"

"I say yes. The Dark Lord always has a lot of privileges. Don't you know, Mr. Black?"

After saying this, Alphard and Voldemort looked at each other and smiled. The hearty feeling made them understand that in the entire two hours they spent together, only the last two minutes were truly enjoyable for them.

Alphard thought he would have a good night's sleep, but unexpectedly, it was the opposite.

Snape was woken up by his roommate's snoring in the middle of the night. Since he hadn't learned the advanced spell of the Soundproofing Charm, angrily, he chose the most traditional solution - shaking his roommate vigorously, Tell him you disturbed my sleep.

"I'm sorry, I..." Alphard couldn't explain the reason why he hummed coquettishly because of the bone pain, so he could only make up a lie to the professor temporarily, "I don't know why I keep having nightmares, I have a terrible headache and I'm sorry to wake you up."

"What you need at this time is not an apology—" Snape sullenly said.

Alphard's heart tightened, as expected, the young version of the professor was very difficult to get along with.

"—what is needed is milk, move your noble fingers, and give yourself some master's favor." Obviously, Snape already knew about Slytherin's unique morning call service, and he wasn't all that difficult After all, he is only 11 years old at this time. Although his father is a jerk, his mother is here, and his childhood sweetheart is in the college next door. His life is still full of hope, and his personality is naturally not so awkward.

Chapter 23 The World's No.20 Three times of malice: The legendary Snape has now joined the lineup of the Predator's luxury lunch

Alphard snapped his fingers to summon the bell, asked for a cup of hot milk, and said to the bell by the way: "This is my roommate, Severus? Snape, do you mind serving him when he needs it?" ?”

"The bell is pleased to serve the honorable Mr. Snape."

Snape was obviously shocked by the "Honorable Mr. Snape", his already not happy expression became even more rigid: "I don't need it."

"Well, it's up to you, but the bell will still serve you, it just depends on whether you call it or not." Alphard shrugged, took a sip of milk, and after a milk mustache, he used this funny face completely. The different cold voice continued, "I don't like to owe favors to others, you just woke me up and cared about my milk, so I let the bell serve you, we're even."

Snape's complexion turned extremely bad in an instant, he felt that he was offended, and caring turned into a transaction in the other party's understanding, which made him feel like he was feeding the dog all his caring.

"It feels bad to be rejected coldly, huh?" Alphard smiled unexpectedly, "Sorry, I was just joking, I hope you know how I feel when I was rejected by you, we are roommates , we will live together for the next seven years, I'm not giving you the bell, I'm just teaching you a way to summon servants, a way that all Slytherins know. Why let your life live when there is a shortcut How hard is it?"

After hearing Alpha's explanation, Snape's face softened a lot, and he began to try to express his thoughts: "It's not that I don't need your kindness, but I don't need house elves. I know we want to live together Seven-year roommate, if there is a need, I will not be polite to you, such as quills, parchment or even shampoo, but you need to know that not everyone is like you, a young master who is born with Served by someone and used to it."

Most of all, Snape was afraid that when he got used to this comfortable life and returned to his hellish home, he would lose the courage he used to be able to carry on.It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. This is a simple truth.

"Then get used to it now. Believe me, sooner or later you'll be a rich and distinguished man too, and don't you want to wait until then to be laughed at for being such a great man for not being able to use house-elves? Seriously, I curse you, sooner or later, your children will also experience the feeling that I am described by my roommate as a young master who does not eat the fireworks of the world at this moment."

Snape didn't answer, just smiled, the first time he smiled in front of Alphard, and it was still a very happy kind of laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh, be serious, I'm not joking this time, I'm serious." Alphard said seriously, "Do you know this feeling is uncomfortable? It's like many people from poor families don't want others to use it. I have the same distress as measuring their value by birth!"

"I'm really sorry, young master, I really can't understand your extravagant distress because you have too much money to spend, because you know, my family's total savings is not as much as your pocket money for a week, you will understand me ?" Snape couldn't help but smack his tongue, but this time it was full of kind ridicule, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Look, it's this kind of distress, you don't even realize that it's not just me and James' kind of people who are looking at others with colored glasses, others are looking at us with colored glasses. Yes, it's you, you think We must be ignorant of human suffering and must look down on people who have no money. It's a terrible label, you know? It's a real person talking to you now, not a mobile gold Galleon, I have me too my thoughts, my feelings, my troubles."

Lucius' father, Mr. Abraxas, was right when he said, never argue with Alphard, because he's always right.

After Sirius and James, Professor Snape also successfully fell down. He began to reflect seriously. It seems that he really used this kind of thinking from the very beginning to think of the boy in front of him, and felt that his kindness was just a kind of kindness from a superior. He felt that if something happened to him, he would still look at the problem from the perspective of the people in his circle... While he felt that the other party was a bad roommate, he himself became that bad roommate.

"Well, can you give me a chance to get to know each other again? My name is Severus? Snape, you can call me Severus, my mother is a pure-blood, my father is an alcoholic, and I grew up in the slums, but I'll be a Slytherin-educated big shot, and my kids will be spoiled brats who grew up with sophistry like you."

Alphard held Snape's outstretched hand: "My name is Alphard? Black, you can call me Al, my parents are pure blood, but my mother passed away this summer, and I grew up in a manor on the outskirts of London inside."

"I'm sorry, I..." Snape was stunned for a moment, no matter what he understood, life without a mother could not be compensated no matter how rich he was.

"You apologized to me after you found out that someone was better than me, huh? It's really high society style." Alphard looked at Snape jokingly.

"Shut up, drink your milk and go to sleep, if you dare to hum again, I will break your leg or smother you to death."

"That's what a ghetto big shot looks like. Good night, Severus, then."

But the milk failed to solve Alphard's leg pain, he still hummed all night, but Snape didn't get up angrily to wake him up, nor did he break Alphard's leg as he said at the beginning or Smothering him or something, because he felt that compared to coming home every morning yelling, the father who either hit people or smashed things, the roommate who loved to have nightmares was still tolerable, the most important thing was the other party Having lost my mother only this summer, nightmares are all too normal.

At ten o'clock the next morning, the bell called Alphard on time, and Snape sat reading with dark circles.

"Hey, good morning, Severus, you're up so early."

"I don't think you don't know the reason," Snape retorted, "Hurry up, the first class is Potions, I hope I can go early, my mother will not be happy if I am late."

"Oh, I miss you so much, it's like yesterday, wait, it really happened yesterday, you handed me a box of delicious little biscuits, instead of saying seriously like Professor McGonagall Move fast."

"You don't even want to eat cookies in the future. Do you think I don't know that most of them actually went into Potter's stomach?"

"Sorry, you know, James is my cousin, and he treats your childhood sweetheart..."

"You still have 7 minutes of nonsense. After 7 minutes, no matter whether you are naked or have foam on your face, I will drag you to the Potions classroom."

What else to do at this time is to speed up the washing.

At 5:[-], Alphard and Snape knocked on the dormitory of Sirius and James together, and they opened the door after about [-] minutes. Looking at James' bird's nest shape, Alphard had no doubt that he was a genius. Qi: "Did you fight the troll last night?"

"Snape? Why are you here!" James' focus was always wrong.

"There are still 5 minutes. If you two dare to delay me from going to class, no matter whether you are naked or have foam on your face, I will drag you to the potions classroom. Anyway, I am not the one who is being watched." Alphard Someone copied Snape's words.

Then?Let's just say it works great.

While waiting on the sofa in the room, Alphard said to Snape: "Do you mind if I appropriate your idea?"

"It's too late for me to say I mind. But next time I'll try to ask after breaking your cousin's nose if you don't mind me hitting him." Snape returned a vicious smile.

"Pfft, if he provokes you, I don't mind if you teach him." What Alphard didn't say was that if you provoked him, I don't mind if he lectures you.When friends and family conflict, there is always such a contradiction as to whom to help and whose side to stand on. Alphard can do his best to maintain a balance in this regard.

"I'm not the idiot who should be sent to Gryffindor." With this sentence, Snape agreed to Alphard, and if James didn't recruit him, he wouldn't take the initiative to provoke him.

At 10:30, Sirius and James packed up, sandwiches in their mouths, books in their hands, and walked out of the dormitory with Alphard and Snape.

"Are you really nobles?" Snape was basically speechless, 5 minutes?Why is it that in the education he knows, even males of pure blood cannot leave the bathroom for half an hour?

"Need me to write a letter for you and ask my dad?" Sirius and James answered together.

"This is more similar." Snape looked at Alphard, "I will never leave my father."

"you!"

"Gentlemen!" Alphard finally understood the meaning of his time travel.

"Huh." The exact same expression was multiplied by three.

In Potions class, Alphard’s partner was naturally Snape. As the only two people who were isolated by the entire Slytherin, they had only one other choice, and the way Alphard looked at others was basically “You stupid humans Ah, I'll accept all the highest marks after Potions." It means.

Alphard had thought that Defense Against the Dark Arts would be the subject he was most comfortable with, but the facts told him that Potions was.

Chapter 24 The World's No.20 Four times of malice: According to legend, in the love story of the protagonist, there is always someone who has trouble with him

The professor of Alphard's Potions class was not the Professor Slughorn he knew from reading the original book, but a professor who seemed to write "I am a traditional Slytherin, and I don't want to be cursed by me." Just be honest with me, don't mess with me," Mr. Arrogant, this professor calls himself Lister Greenglass, and according to James, he is also the head of the Greenglass family.

Just when Alphard was still wondering why such a big man who didn't really need to work came to Hogwarts as a professor, Sirius' supplementary information explained why very well: "He is also a member of the Walpus Knights. core."

The Knights of Volpes, the predecessor of the Death Eaters, according to the original book, it should have been renamed Death Eaters at this time, but according to the fanfic written by Alphard, there will be no more Death Eaters Yes, because Alphard prefers the name Walpus Knights.

"He and that lord are good friends who entered school in the same year." Snape also joined the team of whispering gossip.

Who said boys don't love gossip, huh?

"How do you know this?" The other three made surprised voices together. After all, the Dark Lord's school days have passed for more than 30 years. Even if the adults know this, they will not always talk about this kind of thing. On the other hand, it's hard for their children to know who was in school with whom, although technically all purebloods—regardless of what year they were born in—could count as alumni.

"My mother happened to be in the seventh grade of that adult when she was in the first grade. She kept her yearbook (yearbook, foreign schools start from middle school, and each student will have a publication every year, which will record the school of that year. There are photos of all the students and teachers in the school, as well as group photos of different clubs and sports teams. Graduates will leave messages on it, which is a bit similar to the classmate records of China), the frequency of appearance of that adult on the yearbook It is extremely high, and he will always be surrounded by a small group that others can hardly integrate into. Now almost all the people in that small group have become the core of the Volpes Knights, and this Professor Grieglas is one of them. One, and always in the middle."

"Yearbook, oh, damn it, how could I forget this." Alphard always felt that if he found the original owner's yearbook for the past seven years, he would definitely find a lot of interesting information, which would definitely help restore the "memory".

"Gentlemen, I remember that what I said was to let you start brewing potions instead of getting together to discuss." Professor Liszt with dark purple hair suddenly appeared. Although his words were aimed at everyone, his direction He was standing in front of Alphard, looking down at him, as if looking at something unbearable, and judging from Snape's information just now, Alphard knew that he had reasons to hate him.

"Sorry, Professor." Alphard apologized, feeling he would get used to this kind of conversation soon.

"It's no use apologizing, three gentlemen. Mr. Filch will tell you what this school needs from you this evening from seven to nine. As for you, Mr. my office."

"No, I don't think you can put me in detention, Professor."

"Can you condescend to explain why? Or is it that your father donated a huge amount of Galleons to the school, and then asked all the professors to accommodate your illness, so that you will not be punished for causing trouble?" Liszt said sarcastically.

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