She openly admitted to using the Oblivion Charm on her grandson.
[Neville's character is too weak. Seeing his parents lying in the ward, he cried and was unwilling to leave the hospital. He didn't even want to go to school. How could this be possible?
I employed an Oblivion Charm to erase his memory of the incident. While aware of the potential impact, your previous assistance suggests that alternative methods are now more suitable.
However, the old woman still believed that if Neville could not accept that his parents were tortured crazy by Voldemort and could not face life bravely, then she had no choice but to do this.
Damon sighed and did not write back.
This is someone else's family affair. It is not his turn to intervene in how to deal with it.
Neville now has access to the Room of Requirement. This year, with their support, he should mature considerably.
In the first potions class of the new semester, Snape seemed extremely excited.
He was in such a good mood that even the Gryffindor students could sense it - this was the first time that Snape had not deducted more than three points from them in class - although this was already very unreasonable, everyone was used to it.
Snape's sudden behavior made them feel a little uncomfortable - except for Damon.
Snape expected brain occlumency teaching during their first detention tonight.
Snape was probably impatient to give him some "embarrassment".
"Nice tonic potion, it seems that you really need some extra tutoring." Snape's mouth curled up, looking at Damon with a weird smile, "Don't worry, I have prepared everything for you."
He waved his cloak and ignored Damon, moving quickly among the students like a bat, and was in an unusually good mood.
Harry and others began to worry about Damon.
Students gathered in the Room of Requirement after class, some wanting Damon to ask Dumbledore for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, not Snape.
"I dare say he won't teach you anything. Instead, he will let you deal with a lot of disgusting materials. I heard that some students saw Snape returning to the office with a lot of snake powder. That thing is simply disgusting."
Ron had a strange expression, and always felt that Damon could not learn anything.
"He is hostile to us. I guess he will find a reason to deduct your points tonight. Last semester, Slytherin lost the house cup. His expression was particularly bad."
Hermione swore solemnly. Neville sat beside her and nodded in agreement. Snape was really terrible. He couldn't imagine what it was like to get along with that man in private.
And Damon had to stay with that terrible professor for two whole hours!
Among the four, only Harry did not speak. He had been with Damon for longer than the others and understood Damon's thoughts better. Things he had determined could not be changed.
Moreover, he also agreed with Damon to study - just like when he knew that Snape was the referee of the Quidditch match, he still insisted on participating in the game.
You can't retreat because you are afraid of Snape, but you have to face him and tell him that he is nothing big!
Damon looked at the worried, determined or indignant expressions of several people and smiled:
"Don't worry, I have a winning magic weapon. Once it is used, Snape will be honest for a short time."
"You actually have something that Snape is afraid of? What is it?" Ron asked curiously.
"It's not convenient to tell you this. Although there are no secrets between us, there can't be no privacy at all - in short, that thing is something Snape cares about."
Damon smiled and said nothing, just glanced at Harry - the women's clothing photos taken during the summer vacation will come in handy.
Snape's office is located in the basement, on the same floor as the Potions classroom.
Ten minutes before six o'clock on Friday night, Damon arrived early.
"Knock knock."
He knocked gently, and the door of the office quickly opened a crack, so fast that it seemed as if Snape had been waiting inside.
"You seem to be quite punctual."
Snape stood partially concealed in the doorway, a cold light illuminating half his face. The slight upturn of his lips gave him a distinctly malicious appearance.
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"Professor, it's almost six o'clock. Is your office completely dark?"
Snape made way with a cold face, and Damon walked into the classroom calmly and looked at the surrounding environment.
The walls of the office were dim, and the air was filled with a strong smell of potions, mixed with the smell of some rotten herbs, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was a nauseating sour smell or a suffocating bitter smell.
There were many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall, and various sticky and disgusting things were floating in the jars - they looked like the remains of some animals or plants.
The only warm thing in the whole office was the fireplace, but it was not lit at the moment. The biggest source of light was the ancient chandelier hanging from the ceiling above.
"It smells really bad. I think you should pay attention to hygiene."
Damon fanned his nose with his left hand, not understanding why Snape didn't clean it up.
"When will it be your turn to take care of my business?"
Snape stood behind Damon, very dissatisfied with his calm attitude.
Fortunately, the potion materials he specially collected and urgently needed to be processed should be put to good use.
I believe that using these materials will definitely make the boy in front of him never be complacent again.
"Let me make it clear in advance that although teaching you is a request made by Dumbledore, it does not mean that I have to obey him." Snape piled up various potion materials into a mountain and placed them on the work table he specially prepared for Damon.
"From now on, you will come here to deal with potions for an hour every Friday, and then I will teach you one hour of brain blockage." As if afraid that Damon would disagree, he emphasized, "This is also for your own good. Two hours of study time is too long, and your spirit will not be able to bear it."
"Then can't I just study for one hour a week? Why do I have to work for you?"
Hearing this uncooperative answer, Snape's face instantly turned cold.
He approached Damon step by step, looking down at him from top to bottom, his nose almost touching his hair, "If you don't do it, then I won't teach you brain blockage. You can try to leave here and find Dumbledore to see if he can force me to order you?"
Faced with such high pressure, Damon just smiled, thinking that Snape was really stingy. He actually competed with a child to this extent?
Let Dumbledore do it.
Do you think you will have a good juice to drink?
"Hey, why are you so utilitarian? I even brought you a gift. Your attitude is really disappointing."
Damon did not fight back, but shook his head sadly.
Snape's mouth curled up more obviously, and he said sarcastically:
"Put away your little tricks. Who would care about your gift?"
He stared at the photo between Damon's fingertips, watching it turn
Rn with Damon's fingers.
It was a deep red color that was enough to make his heart stop.
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