Chapter 295

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

The last flying lesson actually had a follow-up.

Professor McGonagall had actually bought a broomstick for that big Potter.

This was simply encouraging Potter's adventurous spirit!

He was very angry and even went to Dumbledore about it.

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

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 put to use.

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

Snape sneered.

Didn't that little brat Darren also fly quite well? Why not let that little brat Darren have a broomstick?

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

"Since Harry Potter has one, then others can have one too!"

Looking at Dumbledore's helpless expression, Snape walked out of the Headmaster's office feeling refreshed.

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

Was he crazy?

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

He had applied for this privilege for that little brat; who knew, maybe that little brat would be flying all over the castle with a broomstick tomorrow!

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

Snape held that approved privilege form, his hands 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.

At most, it was 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 rebellion against 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 broomstick McGonagall had sent, and in the end, he silently ordered a broomstick.

Ha, I hope this little brat doesn't fall off the broomstick.

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 broomsticks for that little brat; dozens of broomsticks, Potter could open a broomstick shop!

What concerned him most was a broomstick without a name among them.

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 broomstick; as long as Potter rode it and met the conditions for high-altitude flight, it could throw him off!

Snape thought darkly.

Fortunately, the Potter brat returned all the broomsticks.

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 broomstick for an afternoon, then returned exhausted and fell asleep the moment he hit the bed.

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 arrived, and 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 that something was wrong.

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

And then...

He heard the roar of a troll.

No way?

Dumbledore hadn't dealt with this troll yet?

Could it be...

Was it again to train the Potter family's little brat?

Snape's face darkened.

He sprinted toward the underground 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 reached the vicinity of the troll almost instantly.

And then he saw Darren lying on Harry Potter, his face pale.

The troll was dead.

Did that little brat die together with the troll?

Did Dumbledore deliberately want to kill the little brat?

Or was it another one of Harry Potter's pranks?

Snape didn't know why, but he even wanted to pull out his wand and point it at Harry Potter—why was it the Savior that Dumbledore wanted to test, and why was it that 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, eh?"

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 drag others down?