"Young and gentle flowers, under the turbulent fate, are under the unfamiliar sky like me." Crimean said, "In a place far away from the world, I began to take care of their lives and study.

It’s a poem written by Racine, does it remind you of anyone?”

Severus looked at Crimean with puzzled eyes.

"Compared to great men and heroes, I think he would rather be a teacher, just like what the poem says."

"You also want to be a teacher?" Severus asked.

"I'm still a student." Krimian said. "Sometimes I look through the materials left by the teacher to study. I think I know something that may be useful to you."

"What?"

"I heard someone was looking for a map, right?" Crimean said.

"Who told you?" Severus asked.

"You know who it is." After Crimean finished speaking, he spread out a yellowed notepad. "Didn't you send him there to study?"
Chapter completed!