Chapter 426

"Dumbledore, you don't think like that little brat, that someone wants to kill the Savior, do you?"

Snape curled his lip; if such a dark curse could really smash Harry Potter's head off, it would truly be laughable.

"Hmm, it's a bit possible, but we still can't relax... Severus, you need to pay attention to that child..."

"Pay attention? Don't I pay enough attention to him? I pay attention to him every day!"

Snape said indignantly.

Just after receiving Dumbledore's expression that seemed to see through everything, he suddenly felt guilty.

Yes, he actually didn't pay much attention to Harry Potter.

If he paid as much attention to Harry Potter as the little Potter brat did.

When facing Harry Potter being chased and beaten by a Bludger, he wouldn't be mocking, but anxious.

But, pay constant attention to Harry Potter?

Looking at that face exactly like James Potter's, isn't he disgusted?

Snape thought angrily.

"Severus, don't be too excited, I just want to remind you that Harry is also her son..."

Dumbledore shook his head, seemingly wanting to awaken his love for Lily.

Snape was unmoved; he couldn't miss Lily while looking at James's face, just as Dumbledore couldn't treat Darren with the mindset he had for the Savior.

"Fine, then let's talk about another matter; I heard you broke up with Darren?"

Dumbledore asked with interest.

This made Snape's face turn black.

He thought of the boy's recent coldness toward him, and his lips pressed tightly together.

After a long time, he showed an impatient expression and said: "What break up?"

"I never liked him that much!"

"Oh, is that so? I heard Darren has become cold toward you..."

"Enough, I have no interest in listening to you here, I'm leaving!"

Snape left angrily.

He thought, what did the little Potter brat's coldness count for? That little brat didn't even greet him sometimes when he saw him!

"Professor, some people say Darren, Darren Potter has been petrified, is it true?"

Early Sunday morning, Snape's office door was knocked open.

It was a few Slytherin girls.

They kept asking if the little Potter brat had been petrified.

Because they found that the little Potter brat hadn't come out yet, and they got no response when they knocked on his door.

Snape's full fury turned into hesitation.

Perhaps that stupid little Potter brat had been petrified in some corner while wandering at night last night?

His fingers trembled slightly as he picked up his wand and rushed to the common room, opening Potter's door.

The room was clean, with only a note left by Potter saying he wanted to go out to clear his head.

Heh, sure enough, none of the Potter brats were easy; clearing his head at this time, why hadn't he been petrified?

He threw a "so much trouble" at those people and turned to leave.

Who knew that at noon, he would get the definite news that the little Potter brat was really gone.

There was no sign of him in the castle, and he wasn't at the dining table either.

Harry Potter was about to go crazy with worry.

He had the heart to mock Harry Potter, but found he couldn't summon the interest to do so.

He searched every corner of Hogwarts, as well as the secret passages he knew of.

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

He anxiously found Dumbledore; he even wanted Dumbledore's consent.

Consent to interrogate those Slytherin students one by one; he would definitely be able to find out Potter's whereabouts.

It was just that he found Harry Potter was also there.

Truly the Savior, there was a place for him to show off everywhere.

He changed his words angrily, saying he wanted to arrest Harry Potter for interrogation, and thought of many torturous methods.

But as he spoke, he suddenly thought, had the little Potter brat's disappearance been because he was taken away and tortured?

He was actually choked up for a moment and couldn't speak.

Fortunately, McGonagall and the others found a problematic place.

It was at the Black Lake.

Snape almost fell while running.

Finally, he saw the little Potter brat.

The little brat was covered in blood, with all kinds of terrifying wounds.

He even found the little brat had been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse... almost everything except the Killing Curse, he had experienced it all.

Now his breathing was so weak, it was as if he could die at any moment.

He was terrified, taking out every potion he could think of and feeding it to the little brat.

Fortunately, the little Potter brat had a strong life...

After the little Potter brat was sent to St. Mungo's, he finally had the energy to check on the others.

Fifteen students, nine dead, only six left alive.

If he had come a moment later, the little Potter brat would also have died.

Becoming one of those corpses.

He followed Dumbledore to the headmaster's office in a daze.

They had to interrogate the few students who were still alive.

Snape knew everyone suspected the little brat had killed those students.

Because only these people were at the scene, it could only be that the little Potter brat and those people had a conflict.

But Snape didn't think so at all.

The little Potter brat was kind to the point of stupidity; he probably wouldn't kill these people even if he died.

Sure enough, it was these people who had almost killed the little Potter brat.

And, Death Eaters!

These Death Eaters who came for Harry Potter had indeed locked onto the little Potter brat; Snape only felt deep hatred in his heart.

Why should the little Potter brat bear everything for Harry Potter's sake?

Why was it only the little Potter brat who got hurt?

He almost hated Dumbledore and Harry Potter to the core.

But after mocking Harry Potter, he painfully remembered that he was the one who caused all of this!

It was he who told the Dark Lord the prophecy, causing Harry Potter and Darren Potter to face the hunt of Death Eaters.

What right did he have to lose his temper here?

James Potter was sometimes quite right; he was just an insidious, cunning, vicious old bat.