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Chapter 251 Three Suggestions
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room a little dazed, and couldn't figure out which of the three suggestions the professor had given her is more reliable until she saw an idle Harry and Ron fiddling with a set of Gobstones.
'Maybe the professor was just joking?' she thought to herself.
Ron put his whole face on the table, as he kept the stones in his hand in a circular motion, 'I think this one will work, Dean told me about a muggle marble technique -' he snapped his fingers and the stone in his hand flew straight out, arcing in midair.
The stone belonging to Harry expanded violently and split apart, from which a foul, slimy liquid spurted out and coated Ron's face.
"Oh, shit!" Ron wiped his face, his eyes were glued shut.
"Gentlemen, will you grow up!" Hermione said in no good humour as she drew her wand and chanted at Ron, "Scourgify!" The goo on his face immediately disappeared.
"Care for a round, Hermione?" Ron said with a playful smile.
Hermione scowled and said, "I'm not going to waste my time on a child's game."
Ron retorted, "It's not child's game, my dad told me that there is an official Gobstone Club on the sixth floor of the Ministry of Magic, and they win honours internationally. Hogwarts actually has a Gobstone Club too, except you never pay attention to ..."
He looked at the expression on Hermione's face and stopped talking.
Harry changed the subject, "What did the professor say about Buckbeak?"
"He gave me three suggestions," Hermione said, wiggling her fingers: "First, postpone the hearing on the grounds that the procedure is incorrect, and change the department in charge of the case to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, if possible;"
"That sounds good, what exactly do we have to do, write a letter to the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked cheerfully, this is much easier than going to the library to flip through the sea of boring legal cases.
"The general public can't do that, I don't think the Ministry of Magic will care." Hermione said: "Professor Hap's advice is to obtain the support of a prominent figure, who is not afraid of the power of the Malfoy, preferably related to the field of magical creatures, and also familiar with the appropriate law." Hermione said.
"How would such a person know us." Ron said with discouragement, then he picked up the Gobstones from the ground.
Harry thought hard, people related to the field of magical creatures, he only knew Hagrid.
"The second way, sneak away and release the Buckbeak." Hermione raised her second finger.
Harry greatly tempted by this suggestion, but he quickly shook his head: "The official letter from the Ministry of Magic stated, Hagrid should keep an eye on Buckbeak, if lost, he will be in trouble. Malfoy must be expecting Hagrid to do that, so he can put Hagrid in jail afterwards."
He didn't quite understand Hagrid's fear of wizard prisons in the past, but after dealing with the Dementors a few times, he had come to fully understand Hagrid's perspective.
Hermione did not deny it and told the last suggestion: "Third, let Lucius Malfoy voluntarily withdraw his complaint." She hesitated, but still expressed Professor Hap's words completely, "The professor was probably joking at the time, you guys just listen - he proposed that Hagrid should ask Malfoy out and force Malfoy to comply. He also said that he might offer a limited amount of support if we wanted to try this approach ..."
Ron's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea, I already can imagine." He had seen his father and Malfoy fight just last year, now all he had to do is replace his father with a tall, burly Hagrid, and he muttered, " Little Chicken..."
Harry magically understood what he meant - compared to Hagrid, Lucius Malfoy did look like an underdeveloped chick.
Hermione said pointedly, "The Professor must be joking!" She said, a little unsure about it, " it should be a joke, right? But in any case, this method is too dangerous."
"Professor Hap must be teasing you, because he knows there is no way we would agree to this method." Harry said sullenly, "So it seems that, not counting a trip to the library to look up for information, the only real viable suggestion is the first one -"
"But where are we going to find the relevant authoritative figure?"
"Maybe we could ask Hagrid?" Ron suggested, "He should know a friend or two with similar interests, right? He's a professor for a Care of Magical Creatures class."
"Wait-" Harry suddenly stared at Ron, "Did you just say, professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class?" His eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice, "Hagrid just got the position this year, do you guys remember who was the last professor ...?"
"Professor Silvanus Kettleburn," Hermione said without thinking, "I heard he retired on the grounds that he needed more time to spend with his little rascals."
She froze for a moment, then responded, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that, Hagrid must know Professor Kettleburn!"
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Hogwarts kitchen.
Felix said gently to the house-elf, "I inquired from Professor McGonagall that I could ask you to send Christmas presents?"
"Yes, sir." A house-elf wearing a uniform made out of tea towels said, bowing deeply, "But only within the confines of Hogwarts, we are limited by our obligations and cannot leave easily."
"No problem, I've already sent out the gifts outside of school." Felix said in a relaxed tone, "Then I'll trouble you."
"It's an honour." The house-elf said.
Felix led the elf back to his office, pointed at a small pile of gift boxes in the corner, and said, "It's all here. It has names on it and the number of people is actually not that many ... but I don't know if you know exactly where they are?."
"Please don't worry, sir, we clean the rooms in the castle every day and know the names of all the wizard gentlemen very well."
Felix nodded and smiled: "Thank you, then."
The elf went to work, his figure kept disappearing and appearing, and after a dozen times, he appeared with empty hands, "It's done, sir."
Felix looked at him curiously, "Where did you put it? At the foot of the bed?"
The elf replied, "A few of the students' gifts I placed them at the foot of the bed to make sure they could see them as soon as they got up; but not for the professors, we are not allowed to be in the professors' bedrooms, so I placed them in the office under the small Christmas tree, or at the bedroom's door."
Felix nodded, it looked just like How he had received his gift last year.
The elf then said, "If there's nothing else, Cloudbur will excuse himself."
"Cloudbur is that your name?"
"Yes, sir."
Felix took out a book from the ring, and some coloured paper and ribbons flew out from the corner, they wrapped the whole book, and finally a beautiful bow tied by the ribbons.
"This is your Christmas present, Cloudbur."
"This, Cloudbur can't have it--"
"Take it, it's just a book of recipes from all over the world, I've been trying to find a chance to recommend it to you."
Cloudbur bowed deep and then accepted the gift, his big eyes looked at him, "Thank you, sir." Then he gave a deep salute and suddenly disappeared.
Felix looked at the gift that belonged to him in the corner, nearly half of it had not been opened, and he decided to save the surprise for tomorrow.
Before going to bed, he deliberately left the window open so that the owl could come and go freely. Then turned and went into the bedroom, looking forward to the arrival of Christmas next day.
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Chapter 252 Gifts
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Christmas finally came the following morning.
Felix woke up early and when he came out of his bedroom, the small Christmas tree in his office is already piled with various Christmas gifts.
He opened up the box in a cheerful mood, "A book, nice." He set aside The Old Forgotten Magic and Spells, "Too bad I've already read it."
"Huh, Trelawney actually sent me a gift?" Felix thought he is mistaken, he glanced at the note again, yes, it is Sybill Trelawney, as he opened the wrapping paper, there is a long beaded chain inside, this thing can be turned in three chains if the material is used properly.
He read the contents of the post-it note, the usual divine phrase - "To provide shelter in the darkness." Felix shrugged, "But you're really something, I've quit your class, and you can still find the opportunity to give me a prophecy."
He is going to send a barrel of honey sherry from the Three Broomsticks in return, well ... let's make a note of it and settle it together when he is done opening the rest of the presents.
He opened another package, the "Beater's Bible" given to him by Professor McGonagall, and he opened a page at random, and it said in bold letters, "First rule: take out the seeker," to which he smiled gleefully.
Felix kept opening the gift boxes, mostly books, and a good portion of them he had already read, and he suddenly understood Dumbledore's troubles now.
He said to himself, "Many people think I should be presented with books, also think I will like books."
The good thing is, Dumbledore gave Felix a small homemade trinket, similar to the one he had seen on the Headmaster's desk, just by touching it, it would spray a mist of water; Hagrid gave him a large bottle of Acromantula venom, he did not know what to do with it, maybe next year he could send it to Professor Snape? Snape sent a small bottle of powerful antidote, "just in time to use with the potent vomit agent he sent last year."
Professor Flitwick presented him a bowler hat, and even Lupin gave him some magical creature material as a present, which Felix guessed from the way it was processed that he might have "got" it himself.
Among these gifts, he found an unsigned gift box, which just arrived this morning. When he opened it, there is a clay doll inside.
Felix recognized it as "himself" from the figure's black hair and blue eyes.
Although not signed, but Felix is not unfamiliar with the unique smell of clay, he picked it up and fiddled with it for a while, before putting the doll away.
The process of opening gifts lasted an hour, and he wrote down a list of names on the parchment next to him, all of which needed to be returned.
"Well, Christmas needs lots of work too."
...
At the same time, the trio arrived at Hagrid's hut.
"Hagrid, open the door, it's us--" Harry knocked hard on the door while pushing an excited Fang away, its tongue licking at his hand, leaving a large mouthful of saliva, which immediately removed the heat from his hand by the cold wind.
The door opened and revealed Hagrid's dishevelled, bearded face, "You guys are here pretty early today, not really necessary - the hearing is going to be near summer, and I, too, have to pull myself together - hiccup!" He burped, and his sour breath sprayed all over Harry's face.
Harry hurriedly got in through the gap in his arm, the fireplace in the hut blazed, large bundles of firewood piled up next to the fireplace, Buckbeak lying in the corner, a large iron barrel in front of it.
Ron followed in, shaking the snow from his feet, "Hey, Buckbeak, how are you?" He glanced inside the barrel, which is filled with slimy, finger-thick white worms, he felt disgusted, "Hagrid, what is this thing! It looks like enlarged maggots ..."
Hagrid lifted Hermione up, as if he was carrying a small animal or something - "Oh, thanks!" Hermione said in a panic - Hagrid glanced in the direction Ron is pointing and said gruffly, "That's a Flobberworm larva, as you'll learn about it in the next class, they live easily and can eat any plant, I'm going to go to the kitchen and see what's left to feed them. "
Ron stammered, "Don't tell me you're going to make us raise this thing in class?" His face paled that it matched Draco's skin tone.
Hagrid looked crimson as he said, "I probably won't have much heart in the next few classes for a while, you know, because of Buckbeak. Actually, the Flobberworm is quite nice, safe, filled with treasure, the mucus can be used to make potions, and also it can be used as food for other creatures."
Hermione said worriedly, "Come on, Hagrid - we, we're here because of the Buckbeak case."
Harry and Ron nodded in unison, trying to dissuade Hagrid, "Don't worry about it, Hagrid, you're quite popular right now." Ron said, "Except for Slytherin."
Since the accident in the first class, Hagrid was worried about being fired, but after Felix enlightened him, he was relieved, and later followed Felix's advice and taught about unicorns, Acromantula, Puffskein, Bowtruckle, flower fairies, and Augurey one after another.
Except for the Acromantula and the Augurey, the feedback for the rest of them was quite good.
For example, unicorns, Puffskein, and flower fairies were very popular with the younger wizards, especially the witches, because they are just too cute.
The young Unicorn has golden fur and shines like a creature from the most fantastic fairy tales.
The Puffskein, on the other hand, is a kind of chubby, fluffy creature, they are extremely nimble and can suddenly appear from one place to another, although each time they move the distance is not very far, but it is enough for them to avoid most dangers.
As for the flower fairies, they have a similar appearance as humans, only with an extra pair of insect wings on their backs, their IQ is generally not high, often quarrelled over various trivial matters, but unexpectedly their tiny figure poked many young girls' sweet spot for cuteness.
Hagrid looked at them suspiciously, and the trio immediately said Felix's suggestion in a few breaths.
"Will it work?"
"Try it, Hagrid! It can't get any worse."
So Hagrid wrote a letter to Professor Kettleburn, and Hagrid's ink became solidified without using, so Hermione conjured up a bright blue flame to melt the ink.
When they came out of Hagrid's hut, Hermione said with anticipation, "I wish Professor Kettleburn could influence the Ministry of Magic."
Harry and Ron also had a look of agreement, but the next second, Hermione became serious: "Harry, I still want to discuss with you about the Firebolt."
"Oh, don't spoil the fun, Hermione, it's Christmas." Ron said.
" What do you mean? Wait, you've tried the Firebolt? I need to warn you - it's from an unknown source, no signature, no note, nothing!" Hermione said pointedly.
"Is it? Do you know what I think? I want you to keep your cat under control and stop allowing it to constantly try to sneak into the boy's dormitory!" Ron also raised his voice. "Scabbers is pitiful as it is!"
Harry looked helpless, the two had fought many times over Hermione's cat, Crookshanks. The cat is indeed very strange, always staring at Ron's pet Scabbers, although it is common knowledge that cats eat mice, but he sincerely hoped that it can change the food, even if it is a juicy spider he will accept it.
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Chapter 253 Christmas, a different experience
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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The three of them went all the way back to the common room, Hermione looked exceptionally silent, but she had already made up her mind to tell Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt.
Harry had received a brand new Firebolt this morning, and she had heard Harry recite the name of the broom more than once, the Firebolt claimed to be "the fastest broom in the world", currently there is no mass production, no price tag, just think about it, you can guess how exaggerated the price is.
On more than one occasion, Harry described how he spent his time in Diagon Alley with Professor Hap looking at the stunning curves of the Firebolt through the window of a Quality Quidditch Supplies - it seemed to be one of the things that kept Harry alive through the training.
But Hermione didn't think Harry and Ron realized the danger - the broom might well have been sent anonymously by some dark wizard, harbouring an unknown curse. Especially after having the experience in the first year, as their broom was tampered with by Quirrell, she wondered why Harry became so careless?
'What if it's from Sirius Black?'
It is only when Harry initiated the conversation about the odd gift from Professor Hap that Hermione joined the conversation, "The Professor sent you a Dementor?"
"It's a Dementor doll!" Harry said emphatically, "It's practically identical to the real thing, with that sudden rush of chills and bad memories ..." he shuddered.
"Didn't you look at the card inside? Maybe there's a note on it." Hermione guessed, but she couldn't really think of any use of it.
Harry shook his head, "I only opened it and looked at it before I hurriedly closed the box ... To be honest, I would have liked to switch it with Ron." He looked to Ron, who raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Professor Hap gave me a whole series of his comic books."
Harry couldn't resist asking Hermione, "What did the professor give you as a gift?"
Hermione said, "It's a chestnut wooden memory disk."
"Chestnut wood ... what?" Harry asked in confusion.
"It's hard to describe in words, wait, I'll show it to you. And Harry, bring your dementor doll over here too, we'll work on it together, the professor must have a purpose for it."
After a minute, they gathered again.
Harry looked at the chestnut wooden memory disk and gawked, "Is this ... an artwork piece? I've seen something like it at the Dursley's, they bring it to give it to important clients."
"Oh, of course not, I'll demonstrate it to you, Professor Hap wants me to make some more suggestions ... might appear in class next term," Hermione said, she tapped the chestnut disk with her wand, the intricate magic rune pattern in it lit up, silvery fine sand condensed into a cloud, Hermione closed her eyes and carefully recalled a memory, and then reached out to point her fingers on the cloud.
Fine sand fluttered down, the familiar three-dimensional picture appeared in front of Harry and Ron.
"Merlin's beard ah, this is -- we are in the chamber, the chamber ..." Ron's eyes widened.
"It's a recreation of our memories." Hermione whispered.
Harry also got taken back by the sight in the chestnut disk as it showed a scene from a year ago, but he looked at that experience from a different perspective for the first time, and he couldn't help but ask Hermione: "I jumped like that then?" He measured, the Slytherin statue is almost five or six times his height, if he jumped a little awry, without waiting for the basilisk to attack, he himself will fall to his death, and then be eaten by the basilisk.
"We're all pretty brave," Ron said to Hermione, looking at his "self" clumsily luring the basilisk away, "that, Hermione - Can I give it a try?" It is the first time he had called Hermione by name since the altercation outside Hagrid's hut.
Hermione pursed her lips, "Sure. You can pick another memory, something that you remember better, for a better effect."
Harry is glad they started talking again, because, from his experience, Ron and Hermione originally would have a Cold War for a day or two.
"Let's see, more immersive ..." Ron muttered, his wand tapped on the edge of the chestnut disk, and soon a new three-dimensional image appeared - the background is rather blurred, and you can vaguely see a car, which is rammed straight into a tall tree, that is a whomping willow.
The branches of the whomping willow danced wildly, whipping the car crazily, like a furious storm, and the car barely dashed out with two muffled thuds, and the door popped open, flinging out the travelling trunks and two people off - it is Harry and Ron.
"Other than that time in the Chamber of Secrets, this is probably the experience that made me feel most like I was going to die." Ron examined the small figure on the disk, "Still a lot of it is blurry though, I can't remember what the car looked like anymore, I hope it's all right in the Forbidden Forest."
Harry also tried, "I just happen to have something to show you, the real look of Voldemort ..."
A few moments later, Ron and Hermione also finally saw the scene from the first year when Harry faced Voldemort alone - Quirrell lifted his garlic-scented scarf and turned his back to Harry, revealing a dead white face with two long, snake-like slender nostrils under an evil crimson eyes.
Ron and Hermione drew a cold breath, and the two of them nervously grabbed Harry's arm left and right, Harry could not help but grimace, "hiss ~" he said grumblingly: "When I told you guys last year, you guys did not look this exaggerated, right?"
"That's different, Harry. We were just listening to you describe it in words, this time we saw the image directly." Ron said shakily, "Hey, he's so scary, does he have no nose?" It seemed strange where he was concerned.
Harry almost laughed out loud, but he hurriedly made himself look serious and said as objectively as possible: "Uh ... he is indeed quite ugly, there was a period of time I often had nightmares."
The trio then looked at the box in front of them, which is a gift from Professor Hap to Harry.
Ron rushed to confirm: " Do you really want to open it? The look on your face when you first opened it almost scared me to death." He explained to Hermione: "Imagine you are happily opening a gift, and then you see your friend next to you suddenly fall off from the bed with a pale ... face."
Harry glanced at Hermione, who nodded at him and said, "We definitely should make sure."
Harry took a deep breath and opened the gift box -
At first glance, it looked like a relatively elaborate Dementor doll, nothing unusual, but the next second, a chill swept through his body, the doll seemed to come to life, the Dementor's robe began to flutter, they even saw a sight: from underneath the black robe peeked out a gray rotting hand, like a corpse that had been soaking in water for a long time ...
Harry hurriedly closed the box before he suffocated, and he said under his breath, "You all saw it." Ron looked squeamish.
"The Card," Hermione said suddenly.
"What?"
"The card, Harry, there's a card tucked underneath the Dementor doll."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry perked up a little, "So, we just have to hold back one more time to find out why Professor Hap gave me this thing?" He actually suspected that Professor Hap is mocking his cowardice, but it is unlikely to be possible by any stretch of the imagination.
But until he confirmed it, his heart would remain jittery.
Hermione gave him a blank look, "I don't think so." She took the box and opened it slightly with a slit just enough to accommodate her hand inside, and as she fumbled around, she then explained, "How a professor would give a dangerous gift ... there it is!"
She smoothly pulled a card out of the box, Harry and Ron looked at her in awe, "Hermione, you're so clever."
Hermione waved her hand, "Gee, I just - I just thought more about it, you guys were the ones who got caught up in the misunderstanding." She read out the contents of the card -
"Harry, I heard you approached Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus charm, maybe this can help you.
Also: the doll is hexed, you won't be affected as long as you don't look at it."
She looked over at them: "That's all it says, and it's clear enough."
"Wow, that's cool!" Ron said, "We can try it again."
Harry breathed a hard sigh of relief as he nodded and opened the box. The chill hit him again, but he immediately closed his eyes, then the horrible cold and damp feeling disappeared very abruptly. He then heard Ron's excited voice: "It really works! Just avert your eyes."
Harry opened his eyes and watched as Ron kept turning his head back and forth, glancing at the dementor doll, then quickly turning to the side and then back again ... He looked so comical that Harry finally couldn't help but laugh out loud this time.
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Malfoy Manor.
Draco Malfoy is opening his own gift, in the gift box written "Felix Hap to Draco Malfoy", there is a whole set of comic books neatly stacked inside, he is no stranger to the name of the comic books - " The Strange Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard ". For some time, the book caused quite a stir.
His mother Narcissa Malfoy walked in, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, Narcissa gently put her hand on Draco's shoulder, "Draco, we're about to have lunch, have you finished opening your presents, what did Pansy give you?"
Draco grunted, "A dress."
"Oh, our Draco is growing up." Narcissa smiled, her eyes falling on the book in Draco's hand, "Whose gift is this, a ... comic book?"
"A professor at school," Draco said, turning the page smoothly.
...
The Longbottom house.
The old house had been rejuvenated, the dark tapestry cleaned up to reveal its original golden red colour. Almost every few steps up a block, a small Christmas tree is seen with brightly coloured ribbons hanging from it.
A round-faced boy is attempting to hang small golden balls strung together on the Christmas tree.
" Neil, Neil!" Alice Longbottom called from a distance, "Your Uncle Algie and Aunt Enid are here."
" Coming right away, Mom!" Neville responded, and it took him a dozen seconds on his tiptoes to finally hang the little ball on the Christmas tree, the tip of his nose already permeated with a fine bead of sweat.
When he looked back, Alice is standing behind him looking at him with a serene expression.
"Mom--" Neville reddened, feeling a little ashamed of how he had just behaved.
At the table, a large family of relatives sat around, celebrating the return of Frank and Alice, and halfway through the meal, Uncle Algie a man with thin cheeks and a goatee said loudly, "Good! How wonderful!" He drank two glasses of high spirits in a row, his face red as if it were on fire.
He looked at Neville: "Boy, I hear you've made a lot of progress lately, show us something!"
Neville cowered behind Alice, Alice patted his shoulder, Neville stood out, he drew his wand, the tip of the wand suddenly flashed with red light, a spell flew out.
"Silent spell!" Uncle Algie taken aback, nearly fell over from his chair, "Don't, Frank, don't help me - I didn't have this skill at his age!"
Neville scratched his head and laughed nervously.
...
Muggle world, London townhouse area.
"Justin, it's eleven o'clock, the guests will be here in a while, remember the excuses we discussed out."
" I know ~ know ~ it ~," said Justin, who had curly hair, not seems that happy, "The reason I didn't go to Eton is because I have poor health, I can only hire tutors, and every year I have to go to a place with fresh air to relax... ... Mom, don't you think this's a lame excuse? I'm alive and kicking when they see me every year."
"I'm more disappointed than you are that we have a little wizard in the family, who can't go to Eton, but--" Mrs.finch-fletchley winked mischievously: "when the guests are gone, you can tell me all about your school. I still can't believe that Lockhart is a liar, his books are so good ..."
Justin rolled his eyes covertly.
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Hogwarts.
Felix walked out of his office, along the usual gaudy Christmas decorations, with ribbons wrapped around holly and mistletoe in the corridors that pointed distantly toward the great hall, and the castle armours polished to perfection.
He entered the great hall, four long wooden tables were moved to the wall, the center of the room remained with only a table for a dozen people to eat. Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick all arrived. Filch had also changed into an old tuxedo.
"I hope I'm not late." Felix said with a smile.
"Merry Christmas, Felix, I love the wool socks you gave me, there are twelve colours, I can change them for the rest of the winter." Dumbledore said happily, "We're still waiting for the students to come over, they probably think it's going to be on the usual time, but it's actually slightly earlier-"
"To pass the time, we're taking turns telling jokes, and it's Severus' turn."
Felix turned his head to look at Snape, who had resistance written all over his stern, expressionless face.
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