Chapter 1619

Ever since Quirrell entered Hogwarts, he had vaguely suspected that that person had returned.

Perhaps that person was even staying on the back of Quirrell's head, wrapped in cloth.

If he dared to show pity for Potter, who knew if it would attract that person's attention?

And not a single word this person said could be trusted.

What "not so cruel" to Potter?

It was truly laughable.

Wasn't that person famous for being cruel?

He had been killed once by that little brat's brother, Harry Potter, so how could he treat that little brat differently?

This might be a test from that person.

Wanting to know if he was still loyal? Hah!

Snape coldly pushed away Quirrell's head as it leaned in, then turned and left the staff table.

He called over the Slytherin female prefect who was showing concern.

"I need you to use the Cruciatus Curse on Darren Potter!"

Snape said to this girl from the Greengrass family.

Then he saw the girl's shocked expression.

"This... Professor, I can't... this is Dark Magic... I can't use this kind of magic at school!"

The girl denied it vehemently.

But Snape saw the anger in her eyes, and even a bit of murderous intent.

Naive.

Showing murderous intent toward a Slytherin Head of House? If she were facing an enemy, she would already be dead!

"Humph, don't play your tricks, I allow you to use this magic... no, no, no, if no one spreads it, isn't it not a violation?"

Snape said with a mocking laugh.

Then he ignored the rest of Miss Greengrass's words and turned to leave, but 'accidentally' dropped a thimble before leaving.

Seeing Miss Greengrass pick up the thimble and show a look of sudden excitement, Snape quietly returned to his office.

In his office, he saw Dumbledore, who should have been in the Great Hall.

"If I remember correctly, the Headmaster should be eating at the teachers' table right now."

Snape narrowed his eyes, his wand gripped in his hand.

Although he didn't think anyone could get this Headmaster's hair to disguise themselves as him.

"A little magic, good morning, Severus."

Dumbledore looked a bit sleepy.

But his blue eyes were still wise.

He stood in the center of Snape's office, and seeing Snape still in that tense state, he shrugged and took out the Elder Wand.

"Alright, it really is you, then Dumbledore, why have you come to find me?"

Snape snorted and put away his wand.

Unless Dumbledore was dead, the Elder Wand could not be handed over to anyone else.

"Severus, forgive an old man's pain, I need to enter Slytherin with you to observe Darren receiving punishment!"

"Bang!"

Snape smashed the table beside him in anger.

He pointed his wand at Dumbledore and said angrily: "Dumbledore, what exactly are you trying to do? Don't tell me you want to see that little brat actually be subjected to the Cruciatus Curse and tortured to death?"

"No, no, no, Severus, you're overthinking it..."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, signaling Snape to put down his wand.

Snape was silent for a moment, then lowered his wand with empty eyes.

He said somewhat bitterly: "Dumbledore, you've always been like this, how do you expect me to trust you?"

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