Watching Douglas play deaf and dumb, Sirius chuckled. He had definitely hit the nail on the head.
"Aha, Douglas, did I hit the nail on the head?"
Snap!
Douglas raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Like someone had stepped on his tail, every hair on Sirius's body stood on end, and he abruptly stepped back. He reached for his wand, only to remember that it was still in his trench coat pocket.
But the danger he had expected never came. Instead, the wine bottle on the coffee table leaped into the air. Ice cubes flew out of the ice bucket and straight into the wineglass in front of Douglas. Then the bottle poured wine into the glass by itself.
"Damn it, if you're pouring wine, just pour the bloody wine. Why snap your fingers out of nowhere? I thought you were getting back at me for exposing your secret."
As he spoke, he put down his glass, picked up the trench coat he had draped over his chair, and put it on. He felt that Douglas's room wasn't warm at all. Once dressed, he picked up his glass again and kept his distance from Douglas.
Douglas raised his glass. Watching Sirius, who had put on his trench coat and picked up his glass again, ready to clink glasses with him, he swirled his wine and gave him a look that was almost a smile.
"Get back at you for what? Director Black, in your eyes, am I, a mild-mannered teacher, really that petty?"
"How magnanimous do you think you are?" Sirius snorted, lifting his glass high into the air for a toast. "If you were even a little more forgiving, I would have long since-"
Snap!
Before he could finish, another snap rang out without warning.
Thud!
With a