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It was quite easy for Harry and Draco to get in and out of the room. They stand there, cast a lock-picking spell, or peer out of the window to see what's going on inside, and then they're boom, transported into the house.
"Let's do this," Draco's face had not changed since he saw his godfather's father walking into a Muggle woman's house. After calming down, he suggested simply, "Let's make a hole in this place. I remember there is a The spell can make the ground sink in quite a bit...I think about it, let them fall from the bed into the hole, so that no matter how many legs they have, they can break, and the neighbors can still see their ugly appearance when they come to rescue, said Maybe that man's 'thing' will be so frightening that he can't use it... What do you think?"
Harry was speechless and choked up at this method.
"Do you still want to go in and see that kind of hellish scene?" Draco glared at him and said, "I don't want to wash my eyes! Have you forgotten what you saw last time?"
When Harry mentioned 'last time', a white scene appeared in front of Harry's eyes... The 'original' scene made him almost vomit, and he quickly shook his head to shake the scene out of his memory.
"That's okay," Draco said, pretending to be cold. "Wouldn't it be a good idea to let the neighbors watch the scene for us, and then we retreat?"
"You still have to go to the hospital for treatment if you break your leg," Harry had to remind him. "Do you want Professor Snape and his mother to bear more financial burdens and rumors? You have seen my aunt's attitude. From now on Look, this might not be a good approach.”
Among his father's students, there were often people who went too far in pranks, or sneaked out to beat up someone's bad relatives, and there were also some who went too far. Charles knew their thoughts well and did not start from the perspective of morality. Instead of condemning them, they gently teach them what kind of trouble this will cause to the victim - for example, attracting the police, another example, causing financial difficulties, and another example, harming the client and his family. The feelings that need to be made up...
If they can't solve the subsequent troubles, or even make the person involved feel disgusted, they are just venting their anger and causing trouble. Charles doesn't think it's wrong to help others, but he hopes that his students can help their friends while also You can also put yourself in someone else’s shoes and think about the problem to come up with better solutions.
"I don't believe that man gave any financial support to Professor Snape's academic career," Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I have inquired about it. He makes his own potions and sells them to the potions shop to support his family. Hogwarts also provides relief. Kim, this man is just a drag; as for the reputation, they can sell the house and move."
"This is only one-sided information. We don't know the exact situation in Professor Snape's family," Harry said. "Furthermore, even if he doesn't provide Professor Snape's expenses at Hogwarts, it even makes his life worse than ordinary people, but you see, Professor Snape's mother does not seem to be working outside the home, which shows that most of the Snape family's daily expenses may still come from—well, Professor Snape's father."
"Are you here to teach him a lesson or are you here to train me?" Draco curled his lips.
"Patience, Draco, patience," Harry said, "Let me get a feel for the situation first."
The two of them repeated a routine they had done not long ago: 'pry' the window lock, open the curtains, leave a gap, and then both lie there and look in, letting the bread and fried chicken bags float quietly. next to.
However, what was different from before was that as soon as they lay down, before they were mentally prepared to see any ghostly scene, they smelled the aroma of food.
"Pepper," Draco frowned, "cream, mutton..."
"And the smell of beans being cooked," Harry took a breath and blinked. Although his nose couldn't identify various spices, he was still very familiar with food, "and the smell of buttered bread coming out of the oven. What time is it now?" "
"Ten o'clock," Draco stretched out his wrist and glanced at his watch, and said through gritted teeth, "Look, he went to eat with another woman at ten o'clock in the evening - if you dare to defend him and say that this place may be a restaurant, I will Just pinch your face."
"..." Why pinch your face? Harry was silent for a moment, then said in a fit of laughter and tears, "Who do you think I am?"
Draco hummed, the meaning self-evident.
After they said these words, they turned back and continued to look inside along the gap.
Looking at it this way, it was strange - they didn't see anything they shouldn't have seen. It's not that their thoughts are impure, but that an ordinary man who hates his wife walks into another woman's house in the middle of the night. If nothing inappropriate or supernatural happens here, then either the man is smoking marijuana. Either this man was deceived by some organization.
Harry was even more vigilant: his aunt said that sometimes a person can be so bad that you can't even imagine.
Compared with more terrible things, cheating seemed to be a 'bad' thing that he could only imagine.
He looked carefully through the window——
——This woman's house is smaller and narrower than Snape's house in Spider End Alley, and can only accommodate one person or a couple. And Harry looked at the decorations and the clothes on the hangers, and it was easy to see that only women lived in this home. The place was clean and tidy, and the style was cute and warm. Some fresh flowers decorated this simple space. I guess the owner doesn't find it unbearable to live here.
But if you look at it seriously, this house is very shabby, the walls are also very simple, and even the paint on the walls has fallen off a lot. But even so, the room is still tidy, and it is obvious that there is a diligent hostess; and on such a night, such a lack of The street lights in the block and the lights in the house also make it warm and bright.
The man who had just punched and kicked his wife and son just walked into the house, sat down on the sofa, and watched programs on the old TV. The woman who welcomed him in kissed him. His face was then cooking something in the small part of the kitchen that was separated from the only open space in the house, and next to the big pot, what they could smell was freshly baked butter bread.
It seemed that the woman was preparing before the man arrived. Soon, they saw the woman bringing the cooked food to the man one by one. The latter praised her cooking skills and hard work while eating with her. He got up, touched her hand, and whispered something to her, which made her ask worriedly. But soon, the man comforted her again, making her laugh again.
Strictly speaking, she was not a very beautiful woman, with a plump body and freckles on her face. But the man looked at her with no disgust or perfunctory intention. He might not be patient enough, but he deliberately slowed down. The speed of her speech, Harry could tell if he listened carefully, was all because this woman spoke English that was not very fluent. She must have come to the UK from a more distant country. Many of her words are not pronounced correctly and she has a strong accent.
This lady's daily life in a place like this should not go smoothly. Harry thought.
Just look at Petunia's words and you will know that in this era and in Britain, being decent and well-educated is a very important thing, and neighbors will always judge each other, and if such a lady knows English It’s not proficient enough, and it’s difficult to blend in with the neighbors, let alone get any help.
——But Professor Snape's father didn't seem to care about this and kept chatting with her, as if he was speaking intimate love words.
If they hadn't looked at the man's identity, Harry and Draco would have thought they saw a poor but loving ordinary couple, and the man who would get furious at the slightest reaction from his wife and son was the one in the room. Maybe twin brothers...
The more they looked at each other, the more incomprehensible it became. They both frowned, and finally looked at each other. Harry saw anger and shock on the other's face, while Draco saw questions all over his face.
To be fair, Mrs. Eileen is not a very feminine woman, but she has good features and bright eyes, and it can be seen that she has been well-educated - they all know that she must be a Slytherin - if the makeup and clothes are Suitable, even if she is as cold as ice, she can still be a dignified and dignified lady, just like Mrs. Black. And although the women in the room are not ugly, they cannot be called extremely beautiful. Charming, at least - at least Draco thought she was charming because she didn't make a man come here to eat her cooking at ten o'clock in the evening and listen to her communicate with him in accented English.
Although we know that love sometimes knows no boundaries, can this kind of thing happen to a man who only punches and kicks his wife and son, and gets drunk every day?
Just when they were confused, the man finished eating the food and leaned on the sofa. The woman quickly cleared the table and brought a blanket, a bottle of cheap wine, and two glasses. Then, the two people sat here. On the sofa, covered with the same blanket, they leaned together like a couple who couldn't be more in love, drinking some wine and absorbing each other. They didn't kiss often, they didn't do 'that stuff', there was nothing inappropriate going on in the house, but that was all the more odd because the man had a wife and a son, and if he hadn't insisted on He could screw up his own family, he could do these things at home, with his wife, and Snape was definitely a son with a high IQ, which should make him proud.
"Merlin's socks," Draco said, "This woman can't be a gypsy witch, look at the strange blanket hanging on her wall - did she give him a love potion?!"
"...I don't know." Harry said with confusion, "Maybe he loves her."
"Love? You're kidding! - Otherwise," Draco muttered in Harry's ear, "you brain him."
Harry glanced at him and plucked his ears: "What?"
"I said, brain him!" Draco pointed inside, "Look what's going on in his head!"
"I can't," Harry's eyebrows almost knotted, "Dad said you can't take it for granted to peek into other people's minds, especially you can't use it for convenience."
"Domestic violence trash has no human rights." Draco said firmly, "Don't say anything to me, 'This is rude'!"
"First, I want to make it clear to you that everyone has human rights, regardless of whether they have done something wrong. Just like Sirius, even if everyone thinks he is a Death Eater, he should have the right to a trial," Harry Said, "Second, I don't think it's rude or anything, but this is the code of conduct that telepaths should have. If we can access other people's brains without restriction, what will we become?"
"What are you like? A telepath?" Draco didn't think it was a big deal. After all, Harry's Legilimency would not cause any side effects, and this good old man wouldn't make people crazy. "What do you want to be called? What if? If you want to be called a 'know-it-all,' that's fine with me."
Harry stared at him: "..."
"Oh, come on, I've seen your dad make that...whatever it was called, make him think he was a wolf and walk around a tree on all fours." Draco said, "Don't stare at me."
"They are joking." Harry said helplessly, "They are very good friends, and my dad can control himself very well. Do you think I am a god! Our problem with him is not an emergency, and there is no need to try. Invade his head.”
"Just think of it as a joke," Draco said flatly, "I am Professor Snape's godson. I believe he won't mind if someone looks into his father's brain. I will bear all the consequences - as long as he doesn't tell anyone. , no one will know.”
"...You know, these words sound like what a murderer would say before he does something bad." Harry stared at him for a while, then sighed and reiterated, "I can't just pry open his brain and look at him. memory."
This time, Draco felt something different from his words.
"Not 'directly'?" Draco said, "Do you have another way to know what he's thinking? Please."
Harry nodded very hesitantly, very slowly...
Draco looked him up and down in surprise: "So... you, your father's good boy and good student, are not that honest... Ouch!"
He received a punch from Harry for this.
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When Mr. Snape woke up from his sleep, the first ray of sunlight in the morning had already shone on his face. The house is really too small, and the window is very close to the living room. Although it was eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was hot enough to wake him up.
The heat made him groan/groan impatiently, and then he opened his eyes and realized where he was with the hangover headache... Then he realized that he had spent the night at his lover's place. It's rare because he doesn't want to go out from here during the day and let the neighbors in this block see and say ugly gossip. He can't stand this, so usually he will leave here quietly, and his lover I won't mind this.
While he was complaining about the damn alcohol that had damaged his brain and made him fall asleep here unknowingly, he climbed up from the sofa, moved his rattling muscles, and quickly ran towards the door.
"Oh," his movement caused his lover to wake up, and she said in a panic, but also gently, "It's morning already? I'll give you - I'll get you some breakfast, my dear."
"No, dear," Mr. Snape forced a smile and kissed her forehead, "I still have...I still have a job, a very important job."
Just say this - his lover is a well-behaved and docile woman, and she will believe whatever he says to her. As long as he comes here regularly, she will be satisfied. This kind of obedience and dependence is what he loves most.
"May God bless you," the woman kissed him back and tidied his collar shyly, "I will be waiting for you until you come next time."
Mr. Snape kissed her hastily, then took his coat and walked out of the house regardless.
This was the first mistake he made today - if he had stayed in this house properly, maybe the consequences would have been slightly better.
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When Charles controlled the wheelchair, with Hank behind him, so close to the row of rooms that used to be the student dormitory, he could hear the two boys discussing something, arguing, and making no choice.
"...This is all bullshit, I don't believe it..."
"But that's what he said..."
"There must be something wrong with your hypnosis questionnaire...I told you to just read his..."
Hank pushed up his glasses in confusion: "What are they talking about?"
Angel just came here - it had nothing to do with the political situation, the war, or even her psychological shadow. She just bought a lot of gifts to thank the boy who saved her, and she wanted to meet him.
Charles was so annoyed with the people around Erik that he drove Angel away, but after thinking about it, he threw away the other things and left behind the high-end desserts in the gift box.
"It doesn't matter." Charles said calmly, "Knock on the door."
"Oh, okay, Charles." Hank agreed quickly and knocked on the door. You know, he had always wanted Charles to have more contact with the boys, but the opportunity didn't always come. "Hey? Boys? Francis?" Arcturus? Is it convenient for me to go in?"
Only the sound of running was heard, and the face of the blond boy appeared behind the door: "Hank? What's the matter?"
When he saw Charles behind Hank, his eyes lit up: "—Charles!"
Hank quickly explained the purpose of his visit: "Well, ah, Francis, it's like this. Someone brought some very good desserts." He pushed the box he was holding forward, "We all remember that you like delicious desserts, so, Charles said——"
He wanted to say, "Bring it to you to eat," but he wasn't too blunt. Looking at the boy's expression, he suddenly became smart and changed his words: "——Say, we can sit in the yard together. Come here, have some tea, drinks or something, eat these desserts, and chat."
As soon as he said these words, he immediately felt Charles's eyes on his back like two ice picks, but looking at little Francis's face that suddenly brightened, he felt that everything was worth it.
"Really?" The boy's eyes opened wider than ever before, and the expression on his face was brighter than the sun. Hank even noticed that the gray-blue eyes were faintly glowing with a vibrant green, "We can ?"
Hank turned around and saw Charles trembling his lips, giving Hank a sideways glance, and then nodded hastily.
"Yes," Charles simply gave up the objection, "Let's go to the courtyard for snacks. Would you like some apple juice?"
"I'll prepare the plates!" Hank said quickly and slipped away - his tall figure ran so fast that Harry almost suspected that his feet had turned into big blue claws.
The smile on Harry's face grew bigger and bigger, and Draco, who was waiting in the room, also approached suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
"Charles said that we can all sit down together later, drink tea or drinks, and try the cakes sent by others." Harry didn't think there was anything strange about the origin of the cakes. He and his father often received them from neighbors or friends. gift, he happily said to Draco, "It's just, um, relaxing together in the courtyard."
Draco: "…………"
He looked at Charles a few steps away with a straight face, and trembled unconsciously.
Sitting and drinking tea with Harry's dad? Can this be called relaxing? ! How long had it been before he was sitting at the same table with this man again? !
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Tobias Snape's face was ashen as he limped out of a shallow pit and was helped up.
At about five o'clock in the morning, it rained in England, which moistened the soil on the ground - this neighborhood was so poor that no concrete roads had been paved - so his pants were splattered with mud, and his whole person became much more embarrassed.
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck! Why did he step on this pit when so many people walked by this place? There's stinky dog poop in there!
The unfortunate Mr. Snape lowered his head with a grin on his face, looking at his second-best trousers in the wardrobe. He was so angry that he didn't even thank the passers-by who helped him. He continued to wrap his coat tightly and quickened his pace. His lover had no decent clothes, and he wanted to go home to Spider End, have a bath, and eat well, even with his abominable witch wife and eccentric and rebellious son...
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"So," Hank took a sip of apple juice and casually raised a topic out of curiosity, "What were you talking about in the room just now? I heard it outside."
He looked around happily again - everyone was sitting around a round table on the cooler lawn near the artificial lake, enjoying the desserts sent by Angel and the fruits and drinks he prepared. Although there are a little less people, this is a pleasant time that has not happened in a long time.
Harry briefly thought about whether to say it, but Draco threw it out without hesitation.
"We have a...classmate," Draco tried to say calmly. "His father is very bad. He was violent to both him and his mother, and he also cheated on others. In order to protect his rights, we tried to investigate yesterday. After a while, he also gave his father a hypnosis questionnaire."
Sean put the kiwi slices on the fruit cake into his mouth and asked: "What is - this kiwi is too sweet - hypnosis questionnaire? Why don't you just pry open that scumbag's head and take a look?" He glanced at Harry. , "Can't you do it?"
Seeing Sean's mouth full of cream, Draco doubted himself for a moment: Did I actually have an idea with this guy?
Hank: "Don't talk and eat at the same time, Sean!"
Harry's mouth twitched, he lowered his head, pretending to be concentrating on the Montblanc cake, and explained in a voice as quiet as a mosquito.
"What?" Sean said, leaning closer, "Hey, bro, I didn't understand you at all!"
"He's not shameless enough," Draco knew. This was all because Charles was sitting across from Harry. This guy always tried to be the most obedient good boy in front of his favorite 'dad.' "I'll say it for him. ——That's right, he said that he couldn't directly look at the other person's... thoughts and memories because he was immature, but we used hypnosis to make the man fall asleep and asked him some questions, and tried to use these questions to Speculating on his psychology.”
He forked a piece of apple, took a bite and swallowed it: "After we finished, we also arranged some pranks to make him look good and vent his anger on our classmates."
Hank didn't expect to hear this at all and choked up.
"Did you do this?" Hank looked confused. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to say that I understand you - but this doesn't sound like little Francis at all."
Harry's head dropped even lower.
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The misfortunes of the unfortunate Mr. Snape continued.
Today, he doesn't know why, but he always encounters all kinds of misfortunes - stepping in a mud puddle, walking on the street and being splashed with more black spots on his clothes by the sewage stirred up by cars, being chased and growled by dogs. etc.
And when he angrily took out a few banknotes and walked to the tavern to ask for a large glass of wine, so as to use more wine to numb the headache caused by the hangover and the unhappiness caused by various misfortunes, he felt that he had just beaten The wax floor slipped, and my butt landed on the threshold——
——He originally wanted to curse out loud, but unfortunately, the threshold hit him on the bone, which was so painful that he couldn't curse a word.
The waiter quickly helped him up and helped him to the sofa. When the pain eased a little, he began to curse again. The owner of the tavern was a very good business man. As an apology, he gave him a glass of wine, which he drank. He drank all his money, and to vent his anger, he smashed the cup to the ground.
Unfortunately, the cup was smashed at the feet of several strong men who came to buy wine. They all had angry faces, laughed loudly, and immediately came towards him fiercely and rolled up their sleeves.
The tavern owner shook his head, thinking that the man was probably drunk before he came in. Otherwise, who would provoke a group of men who make a living by punching?
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"What questions did you ask?" Hank asked in an academic spirit, "Why are you thinking about hypnosis? I thought that marital discord and domestic violence were not uncommon anymore - ah, uh, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about this. It should happen, but it shouldn’t be enough to make you weird.”
"We're just weird," Harry answered truthfully, "Our classmate's mother is a very nice lady, but that man's lover is not that... well, how should I put it," Harry thought hard for a while, "That's it. , we all feel that if he is looking for an extramarital lover, he should find a more beautiful and attractive woman, otherwise he will not be so obsessed with her."
"It's not strange for an alcoholic to be violent to his wife and son," Draco said, "but it's strange that he acts like a different person towards another woman."
"Love has no distinction between high and low," Hank coughed awkwardly, "I'm not saying I support him - but you may not understand, but it's possible that he just fell in love with someone else."
Sean: "It's also possible that he thinks another woman would be more refreshing and is tired of looking at his own wife - what did you ask?"
"Sean!" Hank shouted, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Harry also coughed awkwardly: "Just a few questions, such as [Do you want a divorce], [What do you think of your wife], [What kind of life do you want more], [Why do you love your lover" ]."
"Why go to all this trouble," Sean said, "Just pry open his brain and see for yourself."
Because I don't want to know too much privacy. Harry thought helplessly.
His ability is browsing, and the filtering accuracy is not very high. It is easy to read too much at once - or to put it this way, he does not need so much private information about the Snape family.
——Speaking of which, if Professor Snape found out, would he chop him into eight pieces?
Harry thought with trepidation.
"So what are those answers?" Sean asked.
"Well," Harry said, "it's very contradictory. When he talks about his wife, he says he hates her, he hates her, and he wishes she had never appeared; he says he really loves his extramarital affair, and calls her gentle. Thoughtful, not smart but very obedient, she is his ideal wife. He is willing to stay at her home every day and enjoy the feeling of being with her; but when we asked him, if you could get all the property, would you like a divorce? , and let his wife disappear from his life——"
"——The scum said no." Draco cut a piece of delicious strawberry Napoleon and put it on Harry's plate, indicating that he should stop talking and eat. "I think he feels that a wife is his servant and someone to vent his anger on." not enough."
"No," Harry said, "I think we agree on this. I won't feel his emotions wrong, that's not what it feels like. And, if it's the situation you're talking about, I think, his lover It's illogical that he's always easier to control than his wife."
It was not that Harry had never seen examples of domestic violence. After all, when he was a child, his 'telepathy' could not be freely controlled - there were such scum in the neighborhood where he lived.
Such a man treats women and children as accessories, beating and scolding them at will. Just because they no longer receive his love, he is so cruel that he abandons his responsibilities and treats them as garbage that can be disposed of at will. Once they have a new lover, and those women are younger and more controllable, they will also kick away good tools for venting their anger, just like children who are tired of new things and throw away their toys.
"Actually, that lady is also very strange." Harry thought about Mrs. Eileen's reaction. "She is - well, not an ordinary person. If she wanted to, she could beat her husband, and her son would not be treated like that. Yes, she could have left long ago."
At this time, Charles finished drinking the lemonade, put the glass back on the table, and knocked it. A clinking sound attracted Harry's attention.
"Maybe it's just because I still have expectations in my heart." He said seemingly casually, "That's why I have been suffering. Because I don't want to lose what I want more, so when I am completely disappointed, I can endure other pains."
Charles said lightly: "As for the man - maybe he has different needs in the two women."
He actually smiled slowly at Harry.
"I know you won't do this," he said in a relaxed tone, as if joking, "but maybe after you peek into his memory, you can reasonably modify his memory, so that his love will return to his wife. Now. If your partner falls in love with someone else in the future, you might as well do this, kid."
Hank screamed: "Charles!"
Harry shuddered.
It's hard to imagine that this was coming from his father - normally, it would only appear in a joke.
Could it be that, um, had his father ever wanted to do this to Uncle Erik?
No, no, no, it won't. Uncle Erik's heart has not changed. There is no need for it.
"But this is not real love." Harry couldn't help but stare at his father longingly and said, "If two people are not together voluntarily, but are forced by external forces, it would be too sad for love to reach this point. It would be better to just Give up, or seek a chance to redeem yourself.”
Draco turned to look at him in shock - the words didn't even sound like they were coming from Harry's mouth.
What happened to this father and son? !
"Yes," said Charles, "you're right, dear."
His tone was as light as if it could be blown away by the wind.
"That is not true."
His tone made Harry extremely sad.
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After being beaten black and blue in the tavern, Mr. Snape walked around countless alleys and finally saw the entrance to Spider End Alley.
He felt that his whole body ached and he was still hungry, and he was covered in the wine that those strong men had poured on him, which made him feel cold, sticky and uncomfortable in the hot sun. He was no longer the same as when he first went out. He was soaked to the skin, with marks of mud and water all over his body. His trouser legs and clothes corners were terribly dirty, exuding an unpleasant smell.
No one passing by looked at him warily - anyone who looked at him would think he looked like a dirty bum. This made Mr. Snape's fire even more intense. He was angry and embarrassed, and he also hated that it was not night, so everyone could see his embarrassment, and everyone could look down on him at this moment.
When he got closer and saw the door of his home, Mr. Snape couldn't help but think of his wife. No, he didn't think it was the witch who cast a curse on him, he hit her so many times, if she could, he would be dead! She can't do anything to him!
but! A witch, a dark witch, has always brought him bad luck. She made him lose his job, made him lose the life he should have, and made his life fall into ruin——
And remembering how his son resisted him yesterday, he became even more angry. Then, he gritted his teeth and limped toward home.
I want to beat him until he can't fight back, and let him know who is his father and who is the master of the family. Mr. Snape thought darkly. Boys at this age will indeed disobey discipline, and his father's belt is undoubtedly the best teaching. He firmly believes that no one will say that it is wrong for a father to beat his son, because if there is no father, this weird son will also Unable to be born - and a wizard's son, if you don't beat him, who knows what weird things he will do? Will he then curse his father?
Thinking that he would be able to vent his anger next, Mr. Snape felt a little better and his back could straighten up a little.
——Until he stepped into a sewer without a manhole cover, he didn't realize how frequent and unreasonable such misfortunes were.
"ah!!!!!!"
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"Draco, I have to say," Harry said to Draco while holding an ice cream cone he had just bought, standing not far away in shock, "although I gave him a psychological hint, let him find some for himself. It's a small trouble...but I really didn't expect that there would be a manhole cover that was not closed tightly," he said with lingering fear, "Merlin, I will never do such a thing again next time. His leg must have been broken this time. .”
Last night, due to Draco's request to vent his anger, after finishing the question-and-answer type 'hypnosis', Harry discussed with Draco and gave Mr. Snape a psychological suggestion - he buried an idea in this man's mind Here, the validity period is not long, but it will affect his subconscious mind.
In other words, the so-called 'accidentally' stepping into a mud puddle, being splashed with sewage by a passing car, being chased by a dog, stepping on the waxed floor, throwing a cup... these are all Mr. Snape's spontaneous behaviors. What he actually did was: he stepped into the mud puddle on his own initiative, walked on the edge of the street to greet the sewage raised by the passing car, unconsciously provoked the dog and threw the cup to provoke the strong man, and deliberately picked a floor that was particularly shiny with wax oil, but he himself had no idea When I noticed it, I just thought it was a coincidence.
Harry and Draco came here just to be on the safe side and check out the situation. After all, although this psychological suggestion was made by Harry, he had only used this little trick when playing cards - mutant playing cards meant There will be endless ways to cheat.
So, um... Harry is very bad at playing cards, so he is very good at playing with the eyes and perceptions of everyone in the room, so that his loss is not too ugly.
But he really didn't expect that when they came over, they happened to see Professor Snape's father heading towards the hole on the side of the manhole cover, stepping in with great enthusiasm, and screaming...
This is so impressive.
Draco also showed a regretful expression: "If I had known he would step into this hole, we might as well have broken his legs from the beginning!"
Harry: "…………"
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My best friend majors in architecture and hasn’t graduated yet. She has so much homework that she can’t finish it with her eight hands, so I went to help her sort out the data.
I tried very hard to write out the feelings I wanted to express. I hope I didn’t write a mess...
Let me tell you, something happened yesterday that made me particularly depressed - I don’t know why, but my Weibo crashed when I clicked on the picture. Uninstalling and upgrading were useless, and every time it crashed, a message to clean up the data popped up. Options...then I got stupid.
Then all my Weibo photo albums were deleted! clear! Lose! Got it! More than 20,000 pictures! All! Disappeared!
I'm so angry that I have a headache otz
Then when my phone ran out of battery and restarted, the problem was gone again and it stopped crashing... My photo album was innocently killed.
Everyone should learn from my mistakes and be cautious next time...
Next update No. 19 Wuwuwuqaq
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2020-04-10 02:51:30~2020-04-17 03:02:21~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: with 1 book;
Thank you to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 258 bottles of Iris Cantabile; 105 bottles of Fuqiu Nanshan; 20 bottles of Luo Luo Luo Luo Luo Ya; 10 bottles of Jiuyou, Kranriep, Jiangthrush, Stella, Su Chen, and Vinbion; chant and praise Innisfree 3 bottles of Yan Yixing; 2 bottles of Rotary; 1 bottle of Feng Liu囧Zhaizhu, 39806559;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
