Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

May [-], [-].

Argus Filch's face contorted under the oil lamp he was carrying, shadows moving across his face.Behind them, the doors of Hogwarts receded quickly, and the black land moved closer.The trail they were on now was muddy and blurry.

The branches of the trees, which had been bare in winter, had not yet been fully covered by spring; the branches stretched out to the sky like thin fingers, and the main trunk could still be seen through the sparse branches and leaves.The moonlight was very bright, but it was often covered by passing clouds, and they were all plunged into darkness except for the dim candlelight of Filch's oil lamp.

Draco held his wand tightly the whole time.

"Where are you taking us?" Tracy Davis said.She was caught by Filch on her way to a meeting in Silver Slytherin with Draco after curfew, and both were sentenced to labor service.

"Just follow me," said Argus Filch.

Draco was very upset about the whole thing.Silver Slytherins should be a recognized school affair.If it's for the greater good of Hogwarts, there's absolutely no reason why a secret conspiracy shouldn't be allowed to meet after curfew.If this happened one more time, he would talk to Daphne Greengrass, and then Daphne would talk to her father, and then Filch would be smarter about matters involving Malfoy. Close one eye.

When the lights of Hogwarts Castle disappeared into the distance, Filch spoke again. "I bet you guys think twice before breaking the school rules again, huh?" Filch turned his head away from the oil lamp, casting a malicious glance at the four students following him. "Oh yes... Hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me... It's a pity they let ancient punishments fade away... Hanging you by your wrists from the ceiling for a few days, my The chains are still kept in the office, well oiled, in case they need to be used again..."

"Hey!" said Tracy, with a tinge of exasperation in her voice, "I'm too young to hear this--this--you know! Especially if the chain is still well oiled!"

Draco was absent-minded.Filch and Amycus Carroll were not in the same class at all.

Behind them were two older Slytherins, one of whom snickered, though she said nothing.The other Slytherin beside her was a tall, Slavic-looking boy with an accent.They got caught for another unrelated infraction, pretty much the kind that Tracy had been raving about, and these two looked like they were in third or fourth grade. "Bah," said the taller boy, "at Durmstrang they'll hang you upside down by your toes. Only one if you're being rude. Even at Hogwarts It was pretty gentle before."

Argus Filch was silent for about half a minute, as if trying to think of a suitable rebuttal, and then giggled. "We'll see what you say...after you know what you're going to do tonight! Ha!"

"As I said, I'm too young to do this kind of thing!" Tracy Davis said. "I'll have to wait until I'm a little older!"

Ahead of them was a hut, the windows lit, though the proportions seemed off.

Filch whistled, high-pitched, and a dog started barking.

A figure stepped out of the hut. Compared with it, the surrounding trees seemed a bit shorter.This figure is followed by a dog, which looks like a small puppy in comparison, until you separate the dog from the figure, you will find that it is a huge dog, more like a wolf.

Draco narrowed his eyes involuntarily, then restrained himself.As a Silver Slytherin, he shouldn't be prejudiced against any sentient being, especially if someone else is watching him.

"What is this?" said the figure in the rough, half-giant voice.His umbrella glowed white, brighter than Filch's dim oil lamp.In his other hand he held a crossbow, and on his forearm was strapped a quiver with short arrows.

"Student labor punishment," Filch said loudly. "They'll help you find those... whatever in the forest that ate them."

"Forest?" Tracy gasped. "We can't go in at night!"

"Yeah," said Filch, turning away from Hagrid and glaring at them. "You're going into the forest, and I don't think you're going to come out unscathed."

"But—" Tracy said, "I've heard there were werewolves, and vampires, and everybody knows what happens when a girl shows up with a werewolf and a vampire at the same time!"[2]

The huge half-giant frowned, "Argus, what I'm thinking is that you're going to bring some seventh-grade students here. If I still have to take care of them all the time, it's no help."

Argus looked cruelly pleased. "It's their business, isn't it? They should have thought of werewolves before they got into trouble, shouldn't they? Send them out alone. I wouldn't be so kind to them, Hagrid. They're here after all. punished."

The half-giant sighed heavily (sounding like a normal man blowing all the air out of his lungs under the effect of a striking spell). "You're done, I'll take care of it from here."

"I'll be back in the wee hours," said Filch, "to pick up the rest of them," he added viciously, before turning and setting off back to the castle.His oil lamp was bobbing up and down in the darkness, gradually receding.

"Well then," said Hagrid, "now, hear me, because we're going to be doing something dangerous tonight, and I don't want anybody to take any chances. Come with me."

He led them to the edge of the forest.He raised the oil lamp high, and then pointed to a narrow and winding trace extending forward on the ground, which disappeared into the dark dense forest.As Draco looked towards the forest, a breeze blew over Draco's head.

"Something here is eating unicorns," said the huge man.

Draco nodded; he vaguely remembered hearing rumors about it a few weeks ago, towards the end of April.

"Are you going to tell us to follow the silver blood to the wounded unicorn?" Tracy said excitedly.

"No," said Draco, though he managed to suppress a reflexive sneer, "Filch gave us the labor penalty note at lunch today, and that was at noon. Mr. Hagrid wouldn't wait that long." It's been a long time since we've been looking for a wounded unicorn, and, if that's what we're looking for, we'll be looking for it during the day, at dawn. So," Draco held up a finger, like As he saw Sergeant Lyons do in the play, "I presume that what we're looking for only comes out at night."

"Yeah," said the half-giant, sounding thoughtful, "you're not what I thought, Draco Malfoy. Not at all. And then you're Tracy Davis. I Heard you. A friend of poor Miss Granger's." Rubeus Hagrid looked at the two older Slytherins, scrutinizing them under the umbrella light. "Again, which two are you? You look strange, baby."

"Cornelia Walter," said the witch, "this is Yuri Yulin." She pointed to the Slavic-faced boy who had just mentioned Durmstrang. "His family came from the Ukrainian island for sightseeing, so he only stayed at Hogwarts for a year." The older boy nodded with a hint of contempt on his face.

"This is Fang," said Hagrid, pointing to the dog.

The five of them set off for the woods.

"What's killing the unicorn?" Draco said after they'd been gone for a few minutes.Draco knew a little about dark beings, but he couldn't recall any that were said to prey on unicorns. "Anyone know of a creature that would do something like this?"

"Werewolves!" Tracy said.

"Miss Davis?" Draco said, and when she looked at him, he silently pointed a finger at the moon.It's a waxing gibbous moon, not a full moon.

"Oh, all right," Tracy said.

"There's no werewolves in the woods," said Hagrid. "Remember, most of the time, werewolves were outright wizards. And they couldn't be wolves, either. Wolves aren't fast enough to catch unicorns. Unicorns Powerful magical creatures, I don't know of any unicorns that have been hurt before."

Draco listened, thinking about the puzzle almost involuntarily. "And what's fast enough to catch a unicorn?"

"It has nothing to do with speed," said Hagrid, giving Draco an unpredictable look. "There are countless ways to hunt. Poison, darkness, traps. Like little urchins, they can't be seen, heard or remembered, even if they're eating your face. There's always something cool to learn."

A cloud covered the moon and the forest fell into shadow except for the light from Hagrid's umbrella.

"As for me," Hagrid went on, "what I'm thinking is that there might be a Parisian Hydra[6] coming to our place. It's not a threat to wizards, but if you hold it off long enough, you'll be fine." Definitely can't lose. I mean literally, as long as you're still fighting, you can't lose. The problem is, against the Paris Hydra, most creatures give up easily. It takes a bit of grinding to get all the heads off Time, you have to know."

"Ha," said the foreign boy, "in Durmstrang we learned to fight the Buckholz Hydra[7]. That was unimaginably troublesome! I mean, literally unimaginable ...the first graders didn't believe us when we told them it was possible to win! The lecturer had to give the order twice and repeat it until they understood."

They walked for nearly half an hour, deep into the forest, until the trees were so dense that it was almost impossible to follow the trail any longer.

Then Draco saw thick splash trails under the roots, brighter in the moonlight. "This is--?"

"Unicorn blood," said Hagrid.The huge man's voice was sad.

Ahead, through the tangled branches of the great oak, they saw the fallen creature lying on the ground, beautiful and sad, and the ground around her was a pool of blood, silvery as moonlight.Unicorns are not white, but light blue, or that color that appears under the moonlight and night sky.Her long, slender legs were twisted outward at an odd angle, visibly broken, and her mane was black and green with a pearly sheen, strewn across dark fallen leaves.On her belly was a white, starburst-like shape, a center surrounded by eight rays.Half of her body was torn, and the edges were shaped like tooth marks, exposing bones and internal organs. [3]

There was a strange lump in Draco's throat.

"It's her," said Hagrid, his mournful murmur as loud as a normal human voice, "where I saw her this morning, pretty dead. She was—was—I First unicorn in the woods. I call her Emptyhorn, and I don't think that means anything to her anymore."

"You named a unicorn Emptyhorn," said the older girl, her voice flat.

"But she has no wings," Tracy said.

"The empty horn is the unicorn's horn," said Hagrid, his voice a little louder. "I don't know where you guys came up with the idea. I think the name should be a winged unicorn. I've never heard of it. It's like calling a dog Fang." He gestured to the Almost to his knees, a huge, wolf-like dog. "You're going to call her a bang again? Hannah, or something? The name I gave her means something to her. I call it Common."

No one said a word about it, and then, after a while, the huge man nodded sharply. "We will search from here, where it last attacked. We will divide into two teams and follow the traces from different directions. Yes, two teams, Walter and Yulin-you go that way and take Fangya .As long as you bring Yaya together, you will not be punished by things that live in the forest. If someone finds out, emit a green light, and if someone has an accident, emit a red light. Davis, Malfoy, follow me."

The forest was dark and silent.Rubeus Hagrid dimmed the light on his umbrella after he set off, so Draco and Tracy had to steady themselves by the moonlight, stumbling from time to time.They passed moss-covered tree stumps, and the sound of running water pointed to a brook nearby.From time to time the moonlight showed silver-blue blood on the fallen leaves of the path; and they followed the trail toward the spot where the creature must have attacked the unicorn for the first time.

"There are rumors about you," Hagrid said in a low voice, after they had walked for a while.

"Well, it's all true," Tracy said. "All of them."

"Not you," said Hagrid, "you really testified under the effects of Veritaserum that you tried to help Miss Granger three times before?"

Draco weighed his words for a moment, and finally said, "Yes." If he was too enthusiastic, it would look like he was taking credit.

The huge man shook his head, his huge feet still walking quietly on the ground, walking through the woods. "To be honest, I was taken aback. You too, Davies, try to restore order in the school. Have you confirmed that the Sorting Hat put you in the right house? Everyone said that as long as you are not in Slytherin, the wizard and witch A witch must not become bad."

"That's not right." Tracy said, "How about Black Crow Tong Xiaonan, Shangang's Spencer, and Master Kevin?"

"Which one?" Hagrid asked.

"The most powerful dark wizard of the last two centuries," Tracy said. "Maybe the most powerful dark wizard from Hogwarts, but not from Slytherin." Her voice dropped. Going on, losing enthusiasm, "Miss Granger always told me I should learn anything I-"

"All in all," Draco said quickly, "there's really no connection between the two, Mr. Hagrid. Even if—" Draco ran it through his head, trying to put the "given condition as a dark wizard's , asking the conditional probability of being a Slytherin" and "the conditional probability of becoming a Dark wizard given being a Slytherin" is stated in non-scientific terms. [4] "Even if most of the dark wizards are from Slytherin, very few Slytherins are dark wizards. There are not many dark wizards, so not all Slytherins can become dark wizards." Or Like Father said, while there are plenty of secret lore that any Malfoy should surely know, those... costlier rituals are best reserved for useful fools like Amycus Carrow .

"So you're saying," said Hagrid, "that most Dark wizards are Slytherins...but..."

"But most Slytherins aren't Dark wizards," Draco said.He had a weary feeling that they'd be circling on this for a while, but like fighting Hydra, it was important not to give up.

"I've never thought of it like this," said the huge man, sounding amazed, "but, well, if your house isn't all vipers, it's scatter—behind a tree!"

Hagrid grabbed Draco and Tracy and lifted them off the path beneath the towering oaks.He opened the quiver, loaded the arrows, and braced the crossbow, ready to fire.The three of them listened.Something was gliding on the dead leaves nearby: it sounded like a cloak scraping across the ground.Hagrid squinted at the traces in the darkness, but after a few seconds, the sound faded away.

"I knew it," murmured Hagrid, "there's something in this place that shouldn't be there."

They followed where the grinding sound had just been made, Hagrid walking ahead, Tracy and Draco both gripping their wands and getting ready, but despite widening their search circle and straining their ears for even the tiniest sound , and still found nothing.

They walked through thick, dark woods.Draco kept looking back, haunted by the feeling that they were being watched.They had just turned the path when Tracy screamed and pointed ahead.

In the distance, a bunch of red sparks lit up in the air.

"You two stay here till the end!" Hagrid yelled. "Stay here, I'll come back to find you later!"

Before Draco could speak, Hagrid turned around, crashed through the bushes and left.

Draco and Tracy stood where they were, looking at each other until they heard nothing but the scraping of fallen leaves.Tracy looked scared, but she was trying to hide it.Draco just felt annoyed.It was obvious that Rubeus Hagrid didn't even spend five seconds thinking about what would happen if something happened when he was making his plans for tonight.

"Now what?" Tracy said, her voice a little high.

"We're waiting for Mr. Hagrid to come back."

Minutes dragged by.Draco's ears seemed sharper than usual, picking up every sigh of the wind, every crack of a branch.Tracy kept looking up at the moon, as if taking solace in the fact that it wasn't full.

"I—" Tracy whispered, "I'm a little nervous, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco thought for a moment.To be honest, there was some...well, not that he was a coward, or even that he was scared.But there's a killer at Hogwarts, and he figured that if he saw himself thrown in the Forbidden Forest by a half-giant in a play like this, he'd immediately yell at the boy on the stage that he should...

Draco reached into his robes and tapped on the mirror.A man in a red robe appeared on the mirror, his brows frowned almost immediately.

"Captain Auror Ernis Portsky," the man said clearly, and in the silence of the forest, the voice was so loud that Tracy jumped. "What's going on, Draco Malfoy?"

"Check on me every 10 minutes," Draco said, deciding not to complain directly about his labor punishment.He didn't want to be seen as a spoiled brat. "If I don't answer, come and find me. I'm in the Forbidden Forest."

The Auror in the mirror raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest, Mr Malfoy?"

"Find something to eat unicorns with Mr. Hagrid," Draco said, and turned off the mirror before the Auror asked anything about labor punishment or said anything like "don't complain when doing labor punishment" He put the mirror back on his robes.

Tracy's head turned to him, though it was too dark to see her expression. "Uh, thanks," she whispered.

A few leaves rustled on the branches, and the wind blowing through the forest became colder.

Tracy spoke a little louder again, "You don't have to—" she said, sounding a little shy now.

"You're welcome, Ms. Davis."

Tracy's black silhouette rests her hands on her face, as if to hide a blush—although it's not visible anyway. "I mean, it's not necessary for me—"

"No, really," Draco said, "You're welcome. Not at all." He would have threatened to take out the mirror and order Captain Persky Auror not to save her, but he was afraid she would take that as a flirt.

The outline of Tracy's head looked away from him.Finally she said, in a quieter voice, "Too fast, isn't it—"

A high-pitched scream echoed through the woods, a less human sound than a horse's; Tracy screamed and started to run.

"Don't run, you idiot!" Draco yelled, running after her.The sound was so eerie that Draco wasn't sure where it was coming from - but he thought maybe Tracy Davis was running straight to the source of the eerie scream.

Brambles caught Draco's eyes, and he had to put one hand in front of his face, shield it, and try not to lose track of Tracy, because it seemed so obvious that if it was a drama, then they go If they are separated, one of them will die.Draco thought of the mirror that was well kept in his robes, but somehow he just knew that if he tried to get it out with one hand while running, it would inevitably fall and be lost—

Ahead of them, Tracy stopped, Draco relaxed for a moment, and then he saw.

Another unicorn was lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of slowly spreading silver blood, the edge of the blood wriggling slowly on the ground, like leaking mercury.Her purple fur was the color of the night sky, her horns matched the twilight of her skin, and her flanks could be seen marked with pink star-shaped markings, surrounded by white patches.The sight was tearing at Draco's heart, more so than the other unicorn, because the unicorn's glazed eyes were staring at him, and because there was a—

--indistinct, distorted shapes--

—sucking the wound on the side of the unicorn, as if drinking from it—

— Draco couldn't understand, somehow he couldn't make out what he was seeing —

—it was watching them.

A vague, restless, unrecognizable darkness seemed to turn against them.It hissed like the deadliest snake that ever existed, far more dangerous than any krait.

Then it squatted back on the unicorn's wound and continued to drink.

The mirror was in Draco's hand, lifeless, his fingers tapping mechanically on the mirror, over and over again.

Tracy had picked up her wand by now and said things like "princess body" and "swoon," but nothing happened.

Then the restless silhouette rose, like a man standing up, only not so; it appeared to be trotting forward, stepping over the unicorn's feet in a strange half-hop, approaching them both .

Tracy tugged at his sleeve, then turned and fled, away from the thing that hunted unicorns.Before she could take three steps, there was another horrible hiss, searing his ears, and Tracy fell to the ground, motionless.

Subconsciously, Draco knew he was going to die.Even if the Aurors were to check the mirrors now, there would be no way for anyone to get here in time.there is no time.

Running away doesn't work.

Magic doesn't work.

The contours of the restlessness approached, and at the same time, in the last moments of his life, Draco was still trying to solve the mystery.

Then suddenly a gleaming silver sphere appeared in the night sky, hung there, and illuminated the forest as if it were day, and the restless silhouette jumped back as if afraid of the light.

Four broomsticks suddenly appeared in the sky, three Aurors with multi-coloured shields, and Harry Potter, wand raised high, seated in a larger shield behind Professor McGonagall.

"Get out!" roared Professor McGonagall—

[—instantaneously, all shield spells were interrupted before the restless thing stepped forward with another horrific hiss.The three Aurors and Professor McGonagall fell from the broom and fell hard to the forest floor, lying motionless.

Draco couldn't breathe, the most intense fear he'd ever had gripped his entire chest, tentacles of fear wrapped around his heart.

Only Harry Potter was left unharmed, and he silently guided the broom towards the ground——

—then jumped down and stood between Draco and the restless silhouette, like a meat shield in the middle.

"Run!" said Harry Potter, half turning his head to look at Draco.The silver moonlight shone on his face. "Run, Draco! I'll hold it!"

"You can't fight it alone!" Draco yelled.There was a nausea and a writhing in his stomach, and looking back at it, it seemed like guilt and it didn't, like he felt it, but it wasn't all emotional.

"I must," said Harry Potter gravely. "Go!"

"Harry, I - I'm sorry, for all of this - I" Although looking back, Draco can't quite remember what he was apologizing for, maybe a long, long time ago, he had planned to overthrow Harry The conspiracy will matter.

The restless figure looked darker and more terrifying as it rose into the air and floated away from the ground.

"Run!" Harry yelled.

Draco turned and fled into the woods, brush brushing his face.Behind him, Draco heard another horrible hiss, and Harry raised his voice, calling out something Draco couldn't hear at this distance; Draco turned his head only for a split second, Looking behind him, at this moment he bumped into something, his head hit it hard, and then his eyes went black. ]

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Harry gripped his wand tightly, the iridescent arc shield glowing around him.He stared calmly at the restless, blurry shape in front of him, and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

The restless indistinct figure lifted, reshaped, and relaxed back into the shape of a hood.Whatever concealment had been at work - more likely an instrument than a spell, Harry guessed, since magic could affect him - prevented his consciousness from recognizing that shape, from even realizing it was a human shape. .But that didn't stop Harry from recognizing this intense sense of impending doom.

Professor Quirrell stood up—the black cloak covering his face was stained with silver blood—and sighed, looking at the three Aurors, Tracy Davis, Draco Malfoy, and Mike Professor Ge's fallen figure. "I really thought," murmured Professor Quirrell, "that I blocked the mirror without setting off the alarm. What are two first-year Slytherins doing alone in the Forbidden Forest? Mr. Malfoy Should have been wiser...what a shameful failure."

Harry didn't answer.The sense of impending doom had never been so strong in Harry's memory, the sense of power in the air was almost strong enough to take form.Part of him was still in shock at how quickly the shield around the Auror was ripped apart.He could barely see the beam tearing through the layers of the shield like a tissue.This makes the duel between Professor Quirrell and Auror in Azkaban look like a joke, no more than a child's play-although Professor Quirrell later stated that if he really wanted to fight, the Auror would die in a few seconds ; and Harry now knew it was true too.

How high is the ladder of power?

"I take it," said Harry, trying to keep his voice steady, "that the fact that you're eating unicorns has something to do with why you got fired from your position as Professor of Defense. I guess you don't intend to Explain this in detail?"

Professor Quirrell looked at him.The sense of almost formed power in the air seemed to fade, returning to Professor Quirrell. "I should really explain," said the Defense Professor, "I'll need to cast a few Memory Charms first, and then we may have to leave and discuss the matter, because it's not wise for me to stay here. As far as I'm concerned As you know, you will return to this time later."

Harry willed himself to be able to see the Invisibility Cloak he was controlling; and then knew that another Harry was standing behind him, hidden by his own Deathly Hallows.Harry then tells the Invisibility Cloak to hide him from himself again; being able to observe his future self means he needs to match up the memories later.

Then, Harry's own voice said, sounding very strange to Harry now, "He has a surprisingly good explanation."

Harry now remembered the words as best he could.Nothing more was said between them.

Professor Quirrell walked up to Draco's figure, and then chanted the counterfeit memory spell.The defense professor stood there for about a minute, seemingly forgetting the whole world.

Harry had learned to forget nothing, just a few weeks ago - although he couldn't help with the spell unless he wanted to drain himself almost completely, and for some reason, they wanted the Aurors to lose everything in their lives Memories of blue.But Harry now had some idea of ​​the level of concentration required for the more difficult forgery of Memory Charms.At least you have to try to live someone else's life in your own head if you want to create false memories that aren't slowed down sixteen times because you have to create sixteen main memory lines separately.It might have been quiet and unrevealing; but Harry now knew some of the difficulty, and he knew it was amazing.

Professor Quirrell finishes casting, then walks towards Tracy Davis, then the three Aurors, and finally Professor McGonagall.Harry waited, but the future Harry didn't protest.Even if Professor McGonagall was awake, it was possible that he would not protest.It's not even mid-May yet, and apparently there's going to be an explanation that's too good to be true.

With a gesture, Draco's stunned body was lifted up, then sent into the woods not far away, and carefully placed on the ground.Then Professor Quirrell's final gesture tore a jagged chunk of flesh from the unicorn's body with a jagged slit; the raw flesh floated in the air, then jerked a little under the spell of Vanishing, and disappeared.

"It's done," said Professor Quirrell. "I must leave this place now, Mr. Potter. Come with me, and stay here."

Professor Quirrell strode away, one Harry followed him, and the other stayed where he was.

They walked through the woods in silence for a while, and then Harry heard a faint sound in the distance.Presumably the next team of Aurors came after the first team lost contact.As for what his future self was talking about, Harry had no idea.

"They won't see us, they won't hear us," said Professor Quirrell.The sense of power and impending doom was still strong for the Defense Professor.The man sat on the stump, and the almost full moon shone brightly on him. "Let me start by saying that when you speak to the Aurors in the future, you should tell them that you frightened the restless darkness, just like you frightened the dementors. That's what Mr. Malfoy remembers seeing. "Professor Quirrell sighed softly. "If they come to the conclusion that there's something horrible roaming the forest that's ancestral to the dementors and powerful enough to break the shields of the Aurors, maybe that will set off some alarms. But I can't think of anything else that could be done Yes. If the security of the forest is tightened afterwards - but with luck, I've absorbed what I need. Would you mind telling me how you got there so fast? How did you know something happened to Mr Malfoy?"

After Captain Bosch knew that Draco Malfoy was in the Forbidden Forest, seemingly with Rupert Hagrid, he began to ask who authorized this, and when Draco Malfoy lost his response , he has not been able to find out.Despite Harry's insistence, the Auror Captain - who had a right to know about the use of the Time-Turner - refused to allow deployment before time to respond.Issues involving time are subject to normal procedures.But Bosch gave Harry written instructions, allowing him to travel through time and deploy a team of three Aurors to arrive as soon as there was no response.Harry used the Patronus Charm to locate Draco, and he successfully used his will to change the shape of the Patronus into a small silver ball of light, so the flying Aurors arrived at the scene immediately.

"I'm afraid I can't say," Harry replied calmly.Professor Quirrell is still the prime suspect, he still doesn't want to know