A Rare Moment of Understanding Among the Same Generation

Their backs gradually disappeared into the distance. Snape folded his arms across his chest and turned to face Vizet.

He curled his lip and asked in a low voice, "It seems... you know something about what happened between us?"

Vizet nodded and answered honestly, "I know a little..."

"Know a little..." Snape raised his eyebrows, as if pondering something. "Was it... that Hagrid who told you?"

"I suppose I saw it myself..." Vizet explained. "He wished he could... keep more secrets."

"Rare for him to have that much self-awareness!" Snape gave a cold laugh. "How much do you know?"

"Mainly about... what happened when you were at school," Vizet replied. "It involved Hagrid... and Harry's father."

"Because that was Hagrid's memory..." Snape understood. "In that case... don't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"This is between me and that black dog... It belongs to our era. Do you understand?"

"So you mean I should treat them normally..." Vizet nodded. "I understand!"

"Mm..." Snape snorted. "If it comes to the point where you absolutely have to deal with him next time, don't use the Disarming Charm. Use Levicorpus."

Vizet gave a light cough. "If it comes to the point where I absolutely have to deal with him?"

"Go do what you should be doing!" Snape waved his hand. "Go!"

Watching Vizet's back recede into the distance, Snape lowered his arms and glanced sideways behind him.

He pulled back the sleeve on his left arm and fell silent for a long while, looking at the Dark Mark that had surfaced there. Then he gave a self-mocking laugh. "Heh... I wonder how much longer this can last!"

After the afternoon classes ended, any students passing by the Hogwarts Great Hall could see a strange person there;

This person looked very