Quarrel is a very sharp double-edged sword, scolding wins and is refreshing, and the one who loses the quarrel is too light to describe it with the word grievance.

The guy who has the upper hand often thinks hard about what he said after going back, and if he changes that sentence, will it be more lethal, and Professor Snape's side, before the fight started, he was directly choked by Allen - I don't know if the professor is happy, anyway, Alan is quite happy.

As for Harry, ahem, for now, for most Hogwarts students, Professor Snape's status is similar to that of a guy named Danzang, who belongs to the owner of the Cauldron of the First Life, and Harry is the prominent one among them, after all, in the past, it was not the professor who was scolded, but him......

So, even in front of Autumn, Harry's voice was a little light, and there was no sense of maturity that a boy of this age was trying to force on: "Haha, I bet you, Snape's face now looks like he's eaten a weird bean with the taste of earwax, to be honest, I've never seen such a funny look on his face, I must share this with Ron when I go back!"

"Whatever you want, just don't pass Dumbledore's words on casually. Alan noncommittally pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Anne, who had just finished dessert, and explained in Harry's puzzled eyes: "You just need to know that guy is a noble person in some way, and although I don't feel guilty about beating him up, he should be rescued." ”

Obviously, judging from Harry's confused eyes, this topic is too difficult for Harry to understand, boys at this age prefer more direct things, such as conspiracy theories or chicken soup or something, boys in the second year of secondary school can not be persuaded by persuasion, even if Harry is considered an excellent person among his peers, there is no way to explain this problem clearly.

To put it simply, he doesn't understand it - it's like a programmer telling his former classmates that his program passed the first run, but his friend congratulated him on winning a hundred yuan in a lottery ticket......

"Well," Alan hadn't expected Harry to understand, "don't be happy, I'm not in Potions class now, and you'll have to spend at least two years in Professor Snape's class, and seeing him today, you know..."

This sentence worked very well, at least until someone caught up with him, Harry's mood remained in a noticeably low state, obviously because of Alan's slap to the cauldron, and he could barely think about what he would face next.

In the past, he might have been quite happy to see Professor Snape so deflated, but he couldn't stand the fact that the party was still in front of him, and he still had to carry all the consequences, and inexplicably, Harry suddenly felt that it was too early to be happy......

"Wait a minute, Mr. Robinter, I think we have some misunderstandings that need to be cleared up!"

A small shout rang out behind Allen, but the footsteps behind them were not far away, and they didn't dare to get too close—it was clear that there was a veteran chasing after them.

Wizards who are accustomed to adventure are completely different from those who are looking for work, and judging from the situation that Alan has just shot at them, the wizards in the rear obviously don't dare to bet that he will make a move if Alan will make a move if he rashly gets too close.

As for age and title - they have all been reduced to snatching children's things, how many disciplines can they have left in this business?

The kind of fat sheep that was robbed can be ridiculed, but this kind of master-level 'own people' who leave them with one hand is, of course, to have a good relationship, even if it is not good, they can get some help if they are hunted down or killed in the future.

Alan turned around angrily, looked at the two living treasure masters and apprentices behind him, one tall and one short, resisted the urge to beat people, and gave them a chance to stare at Voldemort.

"Okay, give me an explanation for robbing things, don't tell me to rob the rich and help the poor or anything - pureblood is very annoying, but a thief is a thief, a robber is a robber, this is not a reason to be strong. ”

He didn't even pull out his wand, he just stared at the two of them with his eyes, and his tone didn't even have the slightest hint of threat, as if he was just doing a simple questionnaire.

However, on the middle-aged wizard's forehead, beads of sweat were already quietly rising, and the pressure on him from the scene in front of him was no less than seeing the killing scene of that person devouring rats in the forest...

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