The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Butter beer."

The stone lion at the door yawned, and before he could see who was coming, he was stared at by a cold stare, so he looked up, and immediately stepped aside in a cold sweat, and opened the door.

The old man at the desk heard the voice, lowered his head slightly, and looked over his glasses with wise blue eyes.

"Severus, you are here." Dumbledore said, moved the large stack of parchment in front of him to the side, shook his wand again, and a small sofa that looked warm and comfortable appeared in front of the desk .

"Sit," he said, "I have something I want to show you."

Severus sat down obediently, watching his next move in silence.

Dumbledore took out a shallow stone basin from under the desk, with Roman characters and reliefs engraved on it, before continuing.

"I saw such a scene the day before yesterday..." Dumbledore sighed a long time, and Severus realized that he looked extremely tired and old now, but he still didn't say a word, listening to Dumbledore Lido's words.

"I think...maybe I should show you this too." Dumbledore said, pressing his wand to his temple, and slowly pulled out the silver thread of light. "I trust your judgment."

Dumbledore paused: "Don't worry, it shouldn't be a bad thing." He comforted Severus, and the Phoenix behind him howled softly twice.

Severus then slowly reached out and touched the Pensieve.

……

"Wow! This book is not..." There was a deliberately suppressed exclamation from the other side.

"Yes……"

"Oh, Merlin's fluffy scarf. They're starting again!" Ron rolled his eyes, and gestured to Harry twice at the two people sitting next to him.

"Sorry, Ron...I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed right now...Have you finished your Charms homework?" Harry buried himself in his book, trying to finish his homework right away.

"Of course! Oh wait, History of Magic????" Did he keep his homework?

"Stay." Harry understood the second half of Ron's sentence, looked up and said, "The 7-inch paper on 'How to View the Magic World in the Eighteenth Century' is due tomorrow."

"Damn it! I forgot!" Ron grabbed the quill on the table and hurriedly made something up on the parchment in front of him, ignoring Hermione and Daniel next to him.

"It's Curses and Anti-Curses! Where did you get it!" Hermione said excitedly, "I've wanted to read it for a long time. But Mrs. Pince wouldn't lend it to me, she said it was a banned book District's books must have a professor's approval note!"

Hermione looked at Daniel's smile and said nothing, as if she was encouraged, she immediately asked, "Which professor did you sign for you? I also want to find..."

"Professor Severus Snape."

Hermione: "OVO"

Hermione: "Forget it, I'll go to Professor Flitwick then."

Ron and Harry sitting next to them: "Pfft."

Then Hermione glared at her viciously, and turned back in horror.

……

The class time is actually very boring, especially for a young genius like Daniel.He even discussed the history of magic in his own eyes with Professor Binns after class one day—of course, it must have been beautified and praised, but there is no shortage of pertinence and flashes of inspiration—Professor Binns even allowed him to do it in class. It's my own business.

About a week has passed, a day called Death Wednesday by Crabbe and Goyle, since Draco learned that Harry Potter can get a Nimbus 2000 by himself, especially since Foley Professor Wei had certified it, and his mood was very restless.

In fact, Daniel, who was watching everything, even wanted to praise Draco's father. Although he didn't teach his son manners, he taught him the most important thing, patience.

Draco looked angry and puzzled, but he held back from shouting, and kept his aristocratic demeanor until the dormitory.

"How is it possible?!!! How could it be like this!!!" Draco rushed to the door of the dormitory angrily, scanning the entire dormitory with his eyes, trying to find something to vent his anger on.

Double-sided mirror... No, no, no, this is not good, this is for parents; Cup... No, this dragon-shaped cup was bought by my father, I like it very much; Pen... The quill is so light that it won't let go!

The more Draco thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he couldn't help reaching out and hammering his pillow and quilt twice.

"Leave me alone." Daniel came in, with the back of his hand facing Draco, and slapped his hand as if throwing away Andre's little chick.

Draco was pulled aside by him in a daze, and then immediately stared at him: "You are so familiar with that Potter, did you already know it? Want to see my joke?"

Daniel put his schoolbag on the table, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"Yeah! That must be the case! I knew it! You and that Potter and the poor are one...one..." He faltered.

"Ratchet of the same feather."

"Yes! That's it! You are targeting me!"

Daniel took the time to watch Draco play tricks, flipped through the book in his hand, and then perfunctory a few words of Draco's complaints, feeling that the water in the glass became more delicious.

Daniel waited until Draco finally calmed down a bit, stretched out his hand and threw a match on the floor, said a few spells lightly, and the match swelled into a human-shaped sandbag, which was fixed on the ceiling by Daniel, Finally he handed Draco a pair of gloves.

"Here, take this to vent your anger."

Draco looked puzzled: "What is this?"

"en... a high-end emotional management device that is about to become popular in the magic world?" Daniel hesitated.

"Fashion? I know all the fashion items, but this one is not on top." Draco muttered, clumsily stuffing his hands into boxing gloves, and then looked at Daniel: "This thing is..."

"You just imagine this sandbag as someone you hate, and then hammer it hard to achieve real emotional management." Daniel tried to explain the usefulness of this thing in a few words. After all, it was his first time to practice it. It was only when Miss Lilith took me past the place called "gym" that I saw someone using it.

Draco shook his hands, closed his eyes and brewed his emotions, clenched his fists, gathered strength, and punched the sandbag on the head.

Then the sandbag flew up and swung back, hitting Draco directly in the face.

Draco:? ? ? ? ?

Daniel: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! !Killing me! !

The author has something to say:

Daniel is old and wicked.I'm happy when I write Draco, don't know why hahahahahaha (I'm not human)

Help, my manuscript is about to bottom out! (sad)

The part about Draco I was really writing about myself.When I was angry, I wanted to hit something, but in the end I was reluctant to give up any of them, and felt distressed by all of them. In the end, I gritted my teeth, stomped my feet, and dropped a piece of toilet paper. (?△｀)