He waved a hand and a couple of books levitated before he dropped them back. "Now, explain how you went from that to flying, because I don't know how the hell you go from demonstrating that to you flying, and his mind? What the fuck where you doing in his mind?" Bleeding, sodding son of a Slythirin whore, Albus drove him to drink.
"He did not show you a simple levitation spell that turned into something that made you fly." Not unless Snape was planting fake memories in Al's head, which he wouldn't put it past him, but then what was he covering up for. "You're a bloody reporter. Pretend that you were writing an article about it. Tell me everything."