Chapter 1627
Was he crazy?
That little brat has no sense of proportion and has been spoiled by Harry Potter.
He applied for this privilege for that little brat, and maybe that little brat will be flying around the castle with a broom tomorrow!
By then, if the Dark Lord notices him, he will probably be very grateful for nature's gift!
Snape held that privilege application form, almost shaking with disgust.
He really wanted to tear this paper up!
It's just that for some reason, he still took the form back to his office.
Then he comforted himself.
At most, it's just an application form, he just won'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's it.
But...
He remembered the envy that flashed on Darren's face when Harry Potter received the broom McGonagall gave him, and he finally ordered a broom in silence.
Hah, I hope this little brat doesn't fall off the broom.
He thought mockingly.
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, dozens of brooms, Potter could open a broom shop!
What caught his attention the most was a broom without a name.
He suspected it was sent by the Dark Lord.
Although there was no evidence, he felt that the Dark Lord could do such a thing.
Maybe there was a dark curse on that broom, as long as Potter rode it, meeting 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 the little brat, in order to make everyone happy, forced a smile and stayed on the broom for an 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 is happy when the Potter brat suffers.
But he wasn't happy for many days.
Halloween came.
Quirrell even performed a fainting act on the spot at the Halloween feast.
He felt this guy had a talent for comedy.
But he also guessed something was wrong.
He rushed to the fourth-floor corridor to check if anyone had tampered with the mechanisms.
Then...
He heard the roar of a troll.
No way?
Dumbledore hasn't dealt with this troll yet? Could it be...
Is it to train the Potter brat again? Snape's face turned black.
He sprinted toward the underground bathroom.
Complaining in his heart that Quirrell 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 comes 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.
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, he even wanted to pull out his wand and point it at Harry Potter.
Why is Dumbledore testing the Savior, and why is it the little brat who gets into trouble?
Looking at Harry Potter's panicked and worried expression, Snape asked through gritted teeth:
"The famous Harry Potter also worries about others?"
Because of Harry Potter, did the little brat have to die for it to end? Fortunately, McGonagall soon sent news that the little brat was fine, just exhausted.
Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, 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 is the Savior, why does he always implicate others?
He ranted indiscriminately.
Only after he finished scolding did he feel comfortable in his heart.
Hearing Dumbledore give the little brat extra points, he silently cursed "idiot" again, hoping that the little brat would remember this lesson while in a coma!
... The Quidditch match began.
Snape sat in the stands.
He discovered that Quirrell was casting a dark curse on Harry Potter's broom, wanting to throw him off; Snape thought this was very childish and ridiculous.
In the wizarding world, even if you are thrown off, there's no major harm.
At most, you lose this match.
Quirrell probably just wanted to injure Harry Potter, and then go steal something while everyone was investigating the cause.
Snape even wanted to give him this opportunity.
It's just that...
Watching that little brat jumping up and down anxiously, Snape still decided to be merciful and help him.
Who knew that just as he was saving the great Harry Potter, Granger, that know-it-all, came over and set his robe on fire.
Fortunately, she bumped into Quirrell in the process.
Looking at Granger's suspicious gaze, and even the way she stared at her whispering to Ron on the way back, Snape suddenly felt a bit heavy in his heart.
Would that little brat think it was really him who did it? But he immediately threw this thought away.
So what if that little brat misunderstood him? Is he, Snape, afraid of this?
What's there to be annoyed about regarding a little brat's evaluation? Until that day, he was bitten by Fluffy.
Walking with a limp.
Then he heard it.
"Professor Snape is especially good, and he's gentle, he's definitely not a bad person!"
That little brat actually evaluated him like this behind his back? Snape almost widened his eyes in astonishment.
He, Snape, the most feared professor at Hogwarts, the most hated professor, was actually evaluated as "gentle" by this little brat?
Of course, he also heard Harry Potter's malicious evaluation of him.
So he walked over quickly.
Staring at Harry Potter, looking for something to deduct points for.
It's just that he found with difficulty that there wasn't any? However.
Reading a book? Points deducted!
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