Chapter 141: Snape

For first-year students, flying lessons were also a very interesting course.

But Snape didn't like it at all.

Because he hated flying.

And also because his love rival, James, was a darling of flying.

So whenever he watched this sport, he would always think of that guy.

Every time he thought of it, it would put him in an extremely bad mood.

That guy who stole Lily away and didn't even take good care of her was a real jerk.

Fortunately, he later became the Head of Slytherin.

Watching Slytherin beat Gryffindor to a pulp every time, he actually started to like this sport a little.

Especially watching those little Gryffindor brats gnashing their teeth, which always gave him some psychological comfort.

Sure enough, watching Gryffindor suffer was his source of happiness.

However, this happiness turned into annoyance when he saw Darren Potter go to play with brooms with those people.

Hah!

So what if he looks like Lily? Isn't he still Potter’s spawn?

The Potter family was born to be darlings of flying; Darren should be no exception.

Sure enough, he stood above the castle and “accidentally” saw Darren grab a broom.

And Harry Potter.

The two of them were indeed darlings of flying.

Snape almost snorted a puff of air from his nose.

His heart was sour to the extreme.

Was James Potter really that good?

Wasn't he just a fool who could fly?

How did he manage to get Lily to like him?

Snape couldn't figure it out at all.

He felt that even if Lily had broken up with him, she shouldn't have fallen for that arrogant jerk Potter.

Sometimes he even suspected that Potter had fed Lily a Love Potion.

He was just thinking this when he suddenly saw that Neville from the Longbottom family flying very high on a broom, and then Darren followed him up.

Snape almost subconsciously drew his wand.

Only when he saw Darren land on the ground did he put his wand away.

See, that little brat Darren had been infected with Potter’s reckless genes!

Snape smiled sarcastically.

He also saw that guy Harry Potter showing off his flying skills.

Hmph, arrogant Potter!

Snape grumbled as he left the high point of the castle.

He felt he shouldn't have watched this boring flying lesson!

He returned to the Great Hall in anger.

Then he heard the news that Harry Potter was going to duel with Draco.

Ha!

With Harry Potter’s limited ability, could he beat Draco?

Wasn't this just asking for a beating?

He was just about to go listen to Harry Potter’s confident speech to feel some inner joy.

Then he heard Harry Potter complaining to the little brat, angry that he had made the little brat copy the school rules.

Hah, if it weren't for him, this little brat would have been punished because of Harry Potter!

He went up and started mocking them.

Looking at the frantic expression on Potter’s face, Snape felt even better.

He also saw Potter wanting to hit him.

Ha, attacking a professor in Gryffindor must be worth fifty points!

However, before he could start, he was dragged away by the little brat tugging on his sleeve.

Looking at the shocked expressions of many professors and students along the way, Snape remained calm on the surface, but in fact, he was already feeling for his wand; he decided to beat this reckless kid.

Who gave him the courage to drag a Head of House like this without any decorum?

Perhaps his gaze finally scared the little brat, and the little brat finally let go of his claws.

He felt a little happy in his heart.

At the very least, this Potter brat knew how to read the room; once he left school, he shouldn't starve to death.

He thought with some pleasure of the image of Harry Potter, who didn't know how to read the room, carrying a big sack and begging on the street.

The beautiful scene almost made him laugh out loud.

“Professor McGonagall has already arranged your detention.”

He looked at the little brat and said.

For this, he saw the look of guilt in the little brat’s green eyes.

He turned and left.

Avoiding those eyes.

It looked as if he were fleeing in panic.

Damn it!

He had been played by Quirrell.

That guy lured him to the Forbidden Forest, and he ran for nothing, finding nothing.

Snape grumbled as he returned to the basement.

He swore not to let him find him, otherwise…

He suddenly froze in place.

Because he saw Quirrell chatting and laughing with Darren at the door of his office.

That little fool had no defenses at all.

As if he hadn't seen the wand in Quirrell’s hand at all.

“What are you doing here!”

Snape shouted sternly.

He raised his wand.

Could it be that Quirrell wanted to take care of this little brat first?

Harry Potter’s brother.

Damn it!

Perhaps because he saw him appear, Quirrell left immediately.

He angrily pulled the little brat into the office.

If he had come later today, would the little brat have died?

Maybe even worse, like the Longbottoms?

“Detention?”

Right…

He remembered, he had indeed told this little brat to come for detention.

He was a bit annoyed.

He should have waited here.

Who knew he would be careless and be lured away by Quirrell.

Fortunately.

The little brat was still alive.

The detention was quite pleasant.

The little brat had only just started copying the school rules.

He knew this little brat had forgotten about the punishment of copying the school rules.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to eat with Harry Potter in Gryffindor so ignorantly.

Of course, even if he had copied them, he might still have gone.

A little brat stupid to the point of being a fool.

How could he possibly manage him?

“Eat quickly, and get out when you’re done… go to sleep!”

All day long he only knows how to follow Harry Potter’s butt, not eating properly, he deserves to be malnourished!

He thought while grading homework.

Watching the little brat go out.

He thought of Harry Potter saying today that he was going to duel with Malfoy, and he guessed that this little brat must want to find Harry Potter.

Worried that he would run into Quirrell on the way.

Snape decided to follow and see.

Who knew he would find Harry Potter and his group.

Haha, Draco didn't show up after all.

And he reported them to Filch?

Why didn't he think of this good method?

Sure enough, only a Malfoy could be this shameless.

He was just about to appear and deduct points from Gryffindor when he was stopped by Dumbledore.

“Albus, are you giving Potter special privileges again?”