Chapter 293

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 understand it at all.

He felt that even if Lily had separated from 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 thinking this when he suddenly saw Neville from the Longbottom family flying very high on a broomstick, and then Darren flew up after him.

Snape almost subconsciously drew his wand.

It wasn't until he saw Darren land on the ground that 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 left the high vantage point of the castle, grumbling.

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

He returned to the Great Hall in a rage.

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

Ha!

With Harry Potter's meager ability, could he beat Draco?

Wasn't this just asking for a beating?

He was just about to go and listen to Harry Potter's confident speech to feel a sense of inner joy.

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

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

He went up and started mocking them.

Watching 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 deducted!

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

Watching 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 little kid.

Who gave him the courage to drag a Head of House around 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 inside.

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

He thought with a bit of pleasure about the image of Harry Potter, who couldn't read people's expressions, 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 almost like he was fleeing in a panic.

Damn it!

He had been played by Quirrell.

That guy had lured him to the Forbidden Forest, and he had made a wasted trip, finding nothing.

Grumbling, Snape returned to the dungeon.

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 was completely off guard.

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

"What are you doing here!"

Snape barked.

He raised his wand.

Could it be that Quirrell wanted to deal with this little brat first?

Harry Potter's younger brother.

Damn it!

Perhaps because he saw him appear, Quirrell left immediately.

He angrily pulled the little brat into his office.

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

Maybe even worse, like the Longbottoms?

"Detention?"

Right...

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

He felt a bit annoyed.

He should have waited here.

Who knew he would be careless for a moment 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 rules.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so ignorant as to go to Gryffindor to eat with Harry Potter.

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

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

How could he possibly keep him under control?

"Eat quickly, and once you're done, get out... go to sleep!"

All day long he just follows Harry Potter's butt, doesn't eat properly, he deserves to be malnourished!

He thought while grading homework.

Watching the little brat leave.

He thought again about Harry Potter saying today that he was going to duel Malfoy, and he guessed that this little brat definitely wanted 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 even show up.

And he even reported them to Filch?

Why didn't he think of this good method?

Sure enough, being shameless is something Malfoy can do.

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

"Albus, are you giving Potter special privileges again?"