Professor Dumbledore admired the picture of Dolores Ambridge angrily slamming the door of his office for some time, then tired of covering his eyes and sending the newspaper to Fawkes who smiled joyfully. The paper, which burst into flames, was soon crumbling with weightless ashes.
Harry's deed brought a lot of problems to Albus, primarily because he overthrew the wasp's nest, forcing the Ministry to look at Hogwarts much more closely. The indecisive Fudge suspected the incident of an attempt to dig under him and his longtime ally and sponsor, Lucius Malfoy.
However, Dumbledore was not particularly upset. In his long life, he had endured so many intrigues that he stopped counting for a long time. He was much more pleased with the character of young Potter. It was hard to find a boy so different from the one who had stepped under the shadow of an ancient castle half a century ago. Recent events have stirred up memory, woke up memories of half a century ago, and brought to life one parallel after another.
Tom was always pathologically attached to things he considered his own, and would never share anything important with others. Harry just gave up everything he had. Both friends and strangers from neighboring faculties.
When the girl died as a result of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, Tom shrugged his shoulders and explained that he had done everything he could. Harry had recently pulled young Jeannie Weasley out of the icy water, literally from the mouth of a squid.
Tom was always wrapped in mystery, mysticism, and intrigue. Harry was straight and simple as his favorite kick, the so-called "Dynamic Alohomor".
Tom did not tolerate rivalry, tried to become the first in everything to bypass, crush, belittle anyone who could at least get close to his level, Harry was sincerely glad to see the success of his classmates. Not to mention Mr. Malfoy.
Once upon a time, eleven years ago, Albus dreamed that he would grow from a young Potter a real hero, the exact opposite of Lord Voldemort. But I did not expect that his dream would come true and be exceeded so soon. He couldn't even imagine such a thing!
Interestingly, Mr. and Mrs. Dursl will agree to take on a few more orphans?
Professor Snape squeaked his teeth and once again in the evening suppressed the desire to throw something heavy at the wall. Recently, his life has become too much Potter...
This horrible child, with nothing but eye color that didn't look like a mother, Severus saw the difference! His Lily was direct and sociable, and little Potter was noisy and obsessive. She was polite, and he was constantly bowing and fawning! Miss Evans was a very diligent girl, and her son turned out to be some absurdly unseemly - grabbing ten cases at a time, jumping from the fifth to the tenth, making a fuss and disrupting Severus' lessons. And the fact that so far he managed to make it through the Zeljevarization course did not mean anything! Severus saw the price of his "successes". It is unlikely that the boy will ever be able to appreciate the beauty of the slowly boiling pot! It is more likely that his screams will boil the brains of others!
The farther away, the more damned Potter reminded him of his nasty daddy. It was his passion for Quidditch. These are his Hogwarts races in the company of the new Marauders. These constant loud, meaningless screams... Catching himself thinking over and over again about what was happening, Severus wriggled again and over again, checking on Draco's handling of the boilers' rubbing and returning to the Longbottom essay.
Longbottom, by the way, was also a pain in the ass. No less annoying than Potter. The "war" between the two of them and Professor Snape lasted for the second year. And the most horrible thing about it was that neither Potter nor Longbottom with their miserable minds could not realize that the war was going on at all. And her name was her homework!
Severus categorically refused even in terrible dreams to imagine that someday he would put Potter and his singing to Longbottom "Excellent". He also agreed on "Above expectations" with great difficulty. In the first two months of training, he was attracted to both Hufflepuff's Troll for the slightest actual errors and inaccuracies. Then, when these mistakes went to naught (not otherwise tried this bison Granger - well, they could not for two months to overcome the course on their own?) - for errors in spelling and punctuation. Then - for blots. Then - for excessive dryness of material presentation. Then - for the abundance of details. Then - for excessive quotation, and then, for insufficient list of literature. Then - for the same written off works, exactly for copying. Then for the fact that the work of one does not resemble the work of another. And every time cursed Potter, and after him and Longbottom, bowed to him and thanked for science!
Now there were three essays on the teacher's desk - Potter's abstract, Longbottom's abstract and the third one, written by them together after the first two. All three were made without a single mark, and Severus, no matter how hard he pushed, could not think of anything to pick on. It would be necessary to postpone the test and look at the works from morning to fresh head.
Severus shook his hair and, with a crunch, rose from behind the table. Only now the mistake, which had been itchy on the edge of his mind all this time, came to the eye. He didn't complain about the drama! Even the scrubbing of a scraper on the boiler wall was no longer audible! As he ran to his godson, Professor C. With a sinking heart he discovered that the helpless doll was hanging on the wall of the boiler. What could cause such an effect? There was Miss Patil's spoiled potion in the boiler, where she mistakenly added sniffer saliva... could it have reacted with something else? Severus started feverishly searching for options. Perhaps if Draco breathed in the pollen of a magical plant somewhere during the day... if that's the case, you need to immediately...
- Pull it... hmpf," said Draco, murmuring, finally dropping down the boiler wall and wrapping up more comfortably. - Vince, hold it tight, drop it...
Severus exhaled noisily, crawled down the wall and trembled his hand in the morning from his pale forehead sweat. The situation opened up to him from a completely different angle. At first, the youngest Malfoy was sitting in class. Then he let Potter talk himself into another absurd competition, and now Snape himself had driven him into educational work. So the boy smoked it and overworked. Everything turned out to be Potter's fault again. Well, who was it? Not Snape...
To be continued...