It was well past midnight when Dumbledore arrived at Spinner's End and knocked on Snape's door. Faced with Snape’s impatient, icy glare, he helplessly pointed to his shoulder, where a small white snake was tightly coiled around Fawkes’s neck, hissing as the two wrestled.
"Ah, Iblis insisted on tasting the firewhisky... I had intended for her to stay the night, but she claimed she couldn't sleep well there, haha."
As Snape’s expression darkened as if about to drip ink, Dumbledore draped the small snake over his arm and vanished in an instant.
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