Chapter 142

Snape asked angrily.

Hogwarts was no longer that safe; why did Dumbledore let Potter walk around freely?

Just because he was Harry Potter?

“This is part of the plan…”

Dumbledore shook his head.

He saw Harry and the others enter that room on the fourth floor.

Ha, he just said, what were those childish traps Dumbledore had them set up before school started for? It turned out it was to lure Potter!

“Quirrell is also eyeing that thing. Dumbledore, do you want Harry Potter and Quirrell to meet?

I don't want Lily’s child to die so confusedly!”

“No, no, no, Severus… I will be guarding nearby…”

Dumbledore shook his head to reassure him.

Snape fell silent.

If that was the case, then perhaps Potter was safe.

“Hah, Harry Potter’s privileges!”

Snape thought Dumbledore letting Potter wander at night was already giving Harry Potter special privileges, but what he didn't expect was that there were other privileges.

The last flying lesson actually had a follow-up.

Professor McGonagall actually bought a broom for that big Potter.

This was simply encouraging Potter’s adventurous spirit!

He was very angry and even went to find Dumbledore because of it.

First-year students had no right to fly around the school!

Where did Harry Potter get such privileges?

Wasn't Dumbledore afraid of others being dissatisfied?

It was just a pity that Dumbledore believed that capable people should be given important roles.

Since Harry Potter had shown his ability, he could have a broom.

Snape sneered.

That little brat Darren also flew quite well, why not let Darren have a broom?

For this reason, in a fit of anger, he also applied for a privilege for that little brat Darren.

“Since Harry Potter has it, others can have it too!”

Looking at Dumbledore’s helpless expression, Snape walked out of the Headmaster’s office in a good mood.

But after walking out, he suddenly wanted to slap himself.

Was he crazy?

That little brat had no sense of proportion and had been led astray by Harry Potter.

He applied for this privilege for that little brat, and maybe that little brat would be flying all over the castle with a broom tomorrow!

By then, if the Dark Lord noticed him, he would probably be very grateful for nature’s gift!

Snape held the privilege application form, his hands almost shaking with disgust.

He really wanted to tear this paper up!

But for some reason, he still took the form back to his office.

Then he comforted himself.

It was at most just an application form; he just wouldn't give it to that little brat Darren.

He kept this application form because it was approved by the Headmaster, it was a resistance to Harry Potter’s privileges, and he just couldn't afford to offend Dumbledore.

Yeah, that was it.

But…

He remembered the envy that flashed across Darren’s face when Harry Potter received the broom from McGonagall, and he finally ordered a broom in silence.

Hah, he hoped this little brat wouldn't fall off the broom.

He thought sarcastically.

By then, he, the old enemy of the Potter family, would definitely laugh for a year!

However, he didn't expect that there were quite a few people ordering brooms for that little brat; with dozens of brooms, Potter could open a broom shop!

What caught his attention most was a broom without a name.

He suspected it was sent by the Dark Lord.

Although there was no evidence, he felt the Dark Lord could do such a thing.

Maybe there was a curse on that broom; as soon as Potter rode it and met the conditions for high-altitude flight, he could be thrown off!

Snape thought darkly.

Fortunately, the Potter brat returned all the brooms.

Give him credit for being smart.

However, he heard later that to make everyone happy, the little brat forced a smile and stayed on the broom for an entire afternoon, then returned exhausted and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

This almost made him laugh out loud.

Sure enough, he was happy whenever the Potter brat suffered.

But he wasn't happy for many days.

Halloween came, and Quirrell even performed a fainting act on the spot at the Halloween feast.

He felt this guy had the talent to perform comedy.

But he also guessed something was wrong.

He hurriedly ran to the fourth-floor corridor to check if anyone had touched the traps.

And then…

He heard the roar of a troll.

No way?

Dumbledore hadn't dealt with this troll yet?

Could it be…

Again to train the Potter brat?

Snape’s face turned black.

He flew toward the basement bathroom.

He grumbled in his heart that Quirrell had actually put the troll in the bathroom; why didn't he put it in the Great Hall?

Or put it directly into Harry Potter’s dormitory, and when Harry Potter came in, eat that kid!

Just as he was letting his imagination run wild.

He heard the sound of a huge explosion.

This sound made him speed up again.

He arrived around the troll almost instantly.

And then he saw Darren lying on Harry Potter with a pale face.

The troll was dead.

Did that little brat die with the troll?

Did Dumbledore deliberately want to kill the little brat?

Or was it Harry Potter’s prank?

Snape didn't know why, but he even wanted to pull out his wand and point it at Harry Potter. Why was Dumbledore testing the Savior, and why was it the little brat who got into trouble?

Looking at Harry Potter’s terrified and worried expression, Snape asked through gritted teeth: “The famous Harry Potter also worries about others, huh?”

Because of Harry Potter, did the little brat have to die for it to end?

Fortunately, McGonagall soon sent word that the little brat was fine, just exhausted.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry Potter was happy too, but Snape felt some indescribable resentment.

Resentment that he had ruined their family, resentment that Dumbledore hadn't protected them well, resentment that Harry Potter was the Savior, why did he always implicate others?