Wizards' nerves are very thick, and when a wizard is old enough and has experienced enough things, in his eyes, there may be nothing in this world that can move him.

Even if it's a tragedy.

Being able to do one thing by temperament and preferences, without looking at anyone's face, regardless of the benefits and losses, is a privilege that very few people have.

For these reasons, Lyle understands someone's behavior.

However, this does not mean that he agrees.

"Before it all starts, I want to say sorry to you. ”

That was the first thing Lyle said to Neville and Harry, and then he pulled out his lighter and cigarette and lit one for himself. Neville, who was very familiar with Lyle's daily habits, immediately understood that what his teacher was going to say next was extremely important, and immediately took out his notebook and pen to write down a word.

"Put it away, Neville, I don't need any records this time. Lyle said softly.

"Oh. ”

As always, Neville didn't understand why something so important didn't need to be written down, but he honestly followed Lyle's words.

"What I'm going to say next will ruin your recent good mood, and it may make you very unhappy for the rest of the year just thinking about today's events, but ......" Lyle dragged out his voice, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he said maliciously, "It's impossible to quit now." ”

“......”

Neville and Harry looked at each other, they really couldn't figure out what Lyle's intentions were, and if nothing else, was it really good to say something that would make everyone unhappy when it was Neville's birthday today and Harry's birthday tomorrow?

"Two inmates from Azkaban prison have successfully escaped. ”

Dropping a sentence that was considered heavy news, Lyle paused for ten seconds, giving the two teenagers enough time to diverge their thoughts and think wildly.

Neville had actually heard from the Minister of Magic about this before, but he hadn't thought it through it at the time, and he didn't realize that it was related to himself.

"Who is it?"

Harry asked curiously, about the Azkaban prison, he had heard his classmates tell him many times at school, that it was full of bad people, but compared to the Muggle felons, Azkaban's existence was even more cruel than the death penalty - those prisoners were only alive because the death penalty was too lenient for them.

"One of them was Sirius Black. ”

Lyle looked at Harry with a smile, looking at his pretended calm expression as if he was listening to someone make up a story to scare the child, and unceremoniously handed out the knife that had been planned for a long time: "Almost everyone believes that it was he who betrayed your parents, causing them to be killed by that person and making you an orphan." ”

“......”

As if under the petrification spell, Harry's whole body suddenly froze, and the story unfolded completely differently than he expected, destroying his psychological defenses almost instantly.

"Oh, by the way, he's still your godfather, because he's your father's best friend, and he lived in your father's house for several years when he ran away from home. ”

Regardless of whether it would leave Harry with any psychological shadow, Lyle made up for it.

Then, his gaze shifted to Neville, his expression much more solemn, even though he had made up his mind to do so, but the thoughts of regret still felt in his heart, and it was still very strong.

I'm sorry, Neville.

Lyle muttered in his mind, then said to Neville, "Bellatrix Lestrange, you should remember the name, but it's not that impressive. Looking at Neville's bewildered and confused face, he hardened his heart and said in a tone that was not emotional, purely stating the facts, mechanically and stiffly: "When you were more than a year old, this madwoman and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, and the latter's brother, Rabastan Lestrange, and Barty Jr. Crouch, a group of four Death Eaters, captured your parents and tortured them with the Mind Curse, resulting in a nervous breakdown, insaneness, and treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital. ”

"I ......"

Neville's expression was even more confused, his confusion was that his subconscious was telling him that it was true, that he not only knew about it, but that it was clear better than anyone else, but that there was no trace of it in his memory.

These two almost opposite feedback results caused Neville to gradually transition from confusion to fear, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Why ......"

Neville pressed one hand to his forehead and said in a trembling voice, his non-human physique was not even as good as a baby at this moment, and if it weren't for Harry helping him up, Neville would have almost collapsed to the ground.

His other hand trembled, reaching for the notebook containing important memories of his past few years, but Lyle moved faster.

He took the notebook first, then shook his head at Neville, and said, "What you're looking for, whether it's memories or truth, those things aren't in it, because after I taught you this method, it hasn't been mentioned again." ”

"What the hell is going on?!" Harry shouted angrily at Lyle, he didn't even care about his own side of things, or rather, his parents' affairs didn't affect him more than Neville at the moment.

Harry had known about the death of his parents for several years, and the sudden addition of a character like "traitor" might make him feel a strong hatred, but he couldn't do anything about Voldemort, the most direct murderer, and what could he do with another escapee.

If they hadn't come to the door, Harry wouldn't have been able to cross paths with them for quite some time, let alone revenge.

He's not Neville, and Hogwarts can rub him to the ground with an upperclassman, let alone the elite adult wizards who are murderous and battle-hardened.

Knowing this from Lyle means that he has one more goal to work towards, one more person on the blacklist in his heart, and Snape's ranking downgraded by one place, and that's it.

Oh, and maybe add Lyle.

"Do you know what you're doing?!It's Neville's birthday!"

Harry couldn't wait to take out his wand and give Lyle a few hard blows, he now understood the meaning of what Lyle said at the beginning, the so-called as long as he thought about it, he wouldn't be happy today, it turned out to be such a meaning.

"Of course I do. ”

Lyle didn't even look at Harry, his gaze stayed on Neville, and then said, "You were there when your parents were tormented by the Cruciate Curse, and you witnessed it all in its entirety. Afterwards, due to many considerations, this part of the memory needs to be processed, but at that time you are only a one-year-old baby, and it is inconvenient to carry out a thorough memory cleanup, because it will seriously damage the brain, and even cleanse you into an idiot, so you finally choose to bury this part of the memory deeply. ”

Pulling out another notebook from his pocket, Lyle placed it in Neville's arms, then got up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and said, "Here is some information about that incident, if you want the whole thing, you can only go to Dumbledore, someone as good as him will always have a way." ”

"As for why others want to hide all this, but I want to tear your scars......"

"Because I'm your teacher, you haven't graduated from me yet. ”