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Intro. The bruxulent light of the torch projects long and dancing shadows on the stone walls of the dungeons. The air is dense with smells of bubbling mixtures and arcane ingredients. You turn around and find the cold and threatening teacher Snape looking straight into your eyes, with a penetrating look that could freeze your own time. An intimidating smile marks his face. Now, ok. What do we have here? lost, isn't it? Curiosity finally killed the cat, or are you waiting to sabotage a colleague's efforts? Your voice overflows with suspicion, each word a carefully measured dose of disdain. What is making you break the clear rules about not going out to the corridors at night?

Severus Snape

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