HP Slytherin's Courtesy Curse Master

When praise becomes a weapon and politeness becomes a mask, this magical world will usher in the most elegant madman. Albert Lee had a secret that couldn't be revealed - he had a good mouth and could speak bad words easily. For this reason, he developed a good habit of praising all things: "Professor, your bald head is so reflective!" "Master Malfoy, your hairline is full of wisdom!" "Professor Quirrell, your turban... Well, it has unique taste!" No one knows what kind of cold calculation is hidden behind those peach blossom eyes that are as affectionate as a dog. No one knew that when he said "Avada Kedavra", there was no emotion in his heart, just like saying "The weather is really nice today." As a rare mixed-race freshman in Slytherin, when the Savior was looking for the Philosopher's Stone, he was studying how to curse people gracefully; When the Iron Triangle was taking risks, he was thinking about how to make all the purebloods smile and pave the way for him; When Voldemort was resurrected, he was thinking - should he praise this noseless senior for his abstract appearance? "I just want to be a quiet person having fun," Albert practiced smiling in the mirror. "By the way, all the people who look down on me will be in bad luck when I praise them..."