Chapter 393

Darren was a bit embarrassed.

This memory orb contained those images he had created through imagination, as miserable as they could possibly be.

The purpose was to let people know how much grievance he had suffered.

When he spread it out, he wasn't embarrassed at all, only thinking about being able to build his Saint Father persona.

But...

Playing it in front of him was a bit inappropriate.

This was as awkward as parents watching a home movie of their child performing.

His toes could curl into the floor.

His fingers were trembling a little, his whole face written with refusal.

"Darren, this is necessary; people all need to face... face those hardships!"

Dumbledore saw Darren's refusal, and he said as calmly as he could.

Darren understood; Dumbledore was planning to give him psychological counseling.

This... could he say he was already better?

"No need... Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm already better... I don't need to watch it again, if... if you want to watch it, I can go back first..."

Darren said, refusing.

He stood up, and for the first time, he said goodbye with a lack of politeness, walking out of Dumbledore's office.

"Darren!"

He could still hear Dumbledore's voice trying to keep him behind.

Darren didn't stop at all, walking straight out of the office door.

"Potter!"

"Where are you going? Come back in with me!"

At the door, Darren saw Snape.

Snape's expression seemed extremely angry.

Seeing Darren, he wanted to grab him.

Darren dodged his arm, looked at him expressionlessly for a while, and then walked away without looking back.

He couldn't take it anymore; don't think about getting him to watch home movies!

Of course, this also counted as taking revenge for the time Snape threatened him.

Snape stared blankly at the boy's retreating back.

The anger he had felt upon hearing that the boy had taken all the blame upon himself at the trial had completely vanished without a trace.

Yes, the boy no longer regarded him as the professor he could trust.

It was that time he personally severed the relationship between the two of them, and now it was only natural for the boy to do this.

He had thought that he would be happy about this.

But suddenly he felt empty inside.

Snape was silent for a long while, then suddenly his black robes swirled, and he slammed open the door to Dumbledore's office.

He laughed sarcastically.

It should have been like this long ago.

He had long since had enough of this boy's inexplicable trust and worship.

How could he, a greasy, gloomy old bat, possibly need these things?

"Severus? You're here... have you seen Darren?"

Dumbledore was startled by the sound of him opening the door, but he still asked kindly.

"Of course I saw that disrespectful little brat; if you're asking me why I didn't stop him, why didn't you stop him yourself?"

Snape shouted angrily.

"Unforgivable!"

"How can you speak to the Headmaster like that?"

"Oh my god, this school actually has such a professor; Dumbledore, I hope you fire him!"

Snape's behavior and words made the other headmaster portraits on the wall shout angrily.

"That would only be if you were headmasters and had the right to fire me!"

"Yes, yes, you want Dumbledore to fire me, see if he listens to you?"

"If you're dead, you should act like it; don't talk if you have nothing to say!"

"Where does a portrait get so much to say?"

Snape said a whole string of things.

Leaving those portraits on the wall speechless and red-faced.

They couldn't refute Snape's words at all.

They didn't quite understand what was wrong with Snape.

Why did he suddenly become like this?

But they were very angry, very angry; they looked at Dumbledore, hoping Dumbledore would teach this Snape a lesson.

"Severus, what is this?"

Dumbledore wasn't very angry; he just looked at Snape in surprise.

A flash of irritation crossed Snape's eyes, and he said with a dark face: "I'm fine, I'm great, so Headmaster, why did you call me here?

Just to stop Potter? I couldn't stop him, he doesn't listen to me at all... I still have to grade the homework of those students whose brains are stuffed with gillyweed!"

"You really don't look like you're fine... Alright, I won't say any more about that.

I called you here originally to watch this memory orb with Darren and me, who knew little Darren didn't want to see these...

He might still be unable to accept what happened at the time...

It's the first time I've seen that child act so rudely; it's because I put too much pressure on him.

I should have known that, given his personality, this was too cruel for him."

Dumbledore looked every bit his age.

Snape only then realized that this old man was truly old.

But he still said somewhat sarcastically: "Making Potter watch the scene where he was tortured, Dumbledore, you are still so... admirable!"

"No, no, no, Severus, don't condemn me anymore; for these past few days, I have been condemning myself...

It was I who was too suspicious of Darren; I had high expectations for him, but I never gave him the love he hoped for most; I made the same mistake as before..."

"Pfft, Dumbledore makes mistakes too?"

Snape's mouth curled into a mocking arc.

His eyes became hollow again.

Dumbledore sighed, took out the memory orb, hesitated for a moment, and tapped it with his wand, saying: "Severus, accompany an old man to watch this cruel scene."

Snape didn't speak.

His eyes just became even more hollow, looking like a wooden puppet without feelings.

"Use the Imperius Curse on Potter... Potter, go kill Harry Potter... hurry up, kill Potter... oh my god, he broke free from the Imperius Curse!"

"Go kill Potter!"

"Potter, you're done for, no one can save you!"