Chapter 1577 Life and Death Sniper (7)

The weather in Venice at the end of June was much hotter than in Paris, but Severus was still wearing a neat shirt, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, leaning on the railing and looking at the rainy scene outside the villa.

"Tolerance is like the drizzle from the sky, nourishing the earth. It blesses those who are tolerant, and it blesses those who are tolerated." Gianluca said, holding a glass of cold beer, "Do you mind?"

"This is your home." Severus turned his attention to the sea again.

"Why do you usually smoke in school?" Gianluca asked.

"I don't smoke in school," Severus sneered, "but I don't socialize with sweets either."

"Can you show me your patronus?" Gianluca said.

Severus ignored him.

"You just said that memory can be materialized?" Gianluca said.

Severus waved his wand, and a swan flew out from the end of the wand.

It flew towards Gianluca like a bomber, and Gianluca was almost knocked down by it. Then he watched it fly into the distance and turned his attention to Severus.

"I heard from your companions that happy memories are needed to summon the Patronus."

"Happy doesn't just mean happiness, it also means happiness." Severus said calmly, "What makes you happy may not necessarily make you happy, and what makes you happy may not necessarily make you feel happy."

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Severus took a drag of his cigarette. "Is your curiosity satisfied?"

"You were talking about the Battle of Trafalgar just now. I checked on the Internet and found that Nelson was killed by a sniper on the French HMS Awe." Gianluca took a sip of beer. "The sailors put his body in the water."

in a barrel of brandy, and after his body was brought ashore, they divided the barrel of brandy among them."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe Napoleon has not been reincarnated, he has become a vampire." Gianluca said seriously.

"Do you believe it?" Severus said with a smile. "Even the Frenchman inside doesn't believe it."

"There are many people who don't believe that the Dark Lord will come back, but he did come back in the end, so I would rather believe it." Zhanluk took another sip of beer. "Do you think anyone except the devil would be like him, not sleeping, relying on drinking water?"

Can you replenish your energy by taking a bath?"

"You'd better not tell anyone, they will think you are crazy." Severus said expressionlessly.

"My ancestors, like Francis Hayez's uncle, were also shipowners. After Napoleon implemented the continental blockade, the Adriatic Sea became an important area for British trade. In 1811, a very bright star appeared in the sky.

Comet, it was that year when another famine broke out, and my ancestors made a fortune by selling food." Gianluca said, "The comet can be observed with the naked eye without a telescope, and it appeared for 260 days.

It was not until 1997 that Comet Hale-Pop broke its record."

"I also had an unhappy adolescence," Gianluca said. "I was also a rich kid."

"You are not an arrogant fool." Severus hissed, "Harry Potter has mediocre qualifications and is a complete waste of the gold coins his father left him."

"Tell me about the Dark Lord." Gianluca interrupted Severus. "He wants to rule the world?"

"Why do you feel that way?"

"Crazy careerists will eventually take this road." Gianluca took a sip of beer.

"At first he wanted the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Severus said. "Then the old fool refused to give it to him, so he cursed that position."

"He wants to be a teacher?"

"What do you think the classroom is?" Severus asked.

"Let us stay still and sit where we are and listen carefully," Gianluca said.

"That's your Latin education model. The Anglo-Saxon education model pays more attention to practice. Their favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Lupin, uses this model." Severus said sarcastically, "Practice.

Can coordinate and improve the balance between their practice and theory, instead of being like the know-it-all who is full of theoretical knowledge and does not know how to be flexible. Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in fifth grade made them sit on the bench.

Women who study theory, are divorced from practice, and don't teach them how to think in an adult way, as well as their employment status. Fortunately, the old fool's education method is somewhat effective, letting those little trolls understand that magic is interesting, otherwise the wizarding world

The future will be bleak.”

"How do you think the Dark Lord would teach?" Gianluca asked.

"A person who is good at eloquence and charming will stuff a lot of his opinions and insights into your mind. Do you think that if a riot breaks out, you will use cannons to fire on civilians like Napoleon?"

"Unless I'm crazy," Gianluca said.

"People who have been brainwashed think that this is the right thing to do. This powerful common sense will affect their judgment. The Dark Lord will cultivate a group of small Death Eaters loyal to him in the classroom, and even torture their classmates.

I hope they don't study hard, but I also don't want them to use their classmates as targets for practicing the Cruciatus Curse and fall into a cycle that repeats endlessly. The classroom is such a place." Severus said, "If we talk about using mercenaries,

It was the classroom that caused the decline of Venice. It was the classroom that caused the decline of the Latin nation. Your butts stayed on the bench for too long. Harry Potter and his friends knew that this would not work, so they organized a "Dumbledore"

This reassures me that their troll brains still belong to their own army and have not been secretly replaced by anyone."

"Oh..." Gianluca suddenly exclaimed, "I have a terrible idea."

"Do you think someone would secretly replace Napoleon's brain? Like a light bulb and put it in a new head?"

"Isn't there magic?"

"Magic is not omnipotent. No one has been successfully resurrected before the Dark Lord. That's why the White Wizard couldn't withstand the temptation to wear that ring." Severus said expressionlessly, "His brain is not just filled with sugar.

You have been corrupted and read too many fairy tales. What have you read too much? My child."

"I think I should watch less Hollywood movies." Gianluca took another sip of wine, but found that it was empty. "I'll get another bottle."

After saying that, Gianluca slipped away.

Severus stared at Gianluca's back angrily, then took another puff of cigarette and threw the remaining cigarette butt into the sea.

"Silly boy." He muttered, then took long strides, almost dragging his long cloak, and turned back to the villa.

Harry is not mediocre in qualifications...

Gianluca is a few years younger than Harry. Although he has to adopt an adult attitude towards adults, the old professor can't help but picture Harry in his school uniform when he was 11 years old.

As long as you ignore the condition of the robes, everyone wears the same clothes. This is also a kind of "equality". If Snape wears his mother's floral shirt to class, he will still be laughed at by his classmates.
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