Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

Since the experiment was already nearly over.

How could he kill a tiny life?

That was the kind of person Dumbledore was.

When Black had Snape report to him, he had told him to emphasize that the experiment was almost over, and that stopping it would kill a small life...

It could be said he had completely grasped Dumbledore's psychology.

People often said that a gentleman could be deceived by an appeal to what was right.

It meant a gentleman could be fooled by a villain with a reasonable excuse, and would not hold it against them.

Black was exactly that kind of villain, and Dumbledore was exactly that kind of gentleman...

"Where is the experiment being conducted?"

Only after a long while did Dumbledore begin to ask.

Snape replied, "I don't know either. Black is in charge of the entire experiment. Only he knows the location."

Snape knew he was saying exactly what Black had taught him to say.

Dumbledore would no longer oppose this experiment now.

"What did Black say to you today?" Dumbledore asked again.

"He gave me many books on raising children and told me to read them while I still can..." Snape said gloomily.

Whenever he read those books, he always felt strange...

No matter how profound a Potions book was, he was not afraid of it.

But books like these...

No matter how he looked at them, they made him feel awkward.

When Dumbledore saw Snape's expression, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

He had never seen Snape show such an expression before.

It was an expression of anticipation, joy, and the slightest bit of fear.

Compared with the Snape who had always worn a coffin-like face before.

The Snape now finally seemed to have a faint glimmer of humanity...

Dumbledore sighed