Chapter 430

However, as soon as these words left his mouth, he regretted it.

Sure enough, the little Potter brat returned to his previous state.

He said coldly: "Sorry, Professor."

Yeah, sorry...

He even wanted to apologize, but felt he was truly crazy; it was clearly him who wanted to cause such a result.

This was good for the little Potter brat and him, wasn't it?

Snape thought sadly.

Finally arriving at the Ministry of Magic, he remembered the lie the little Potter brat told at the trial.

Apparition was actually explained like that; fortunately, he hadn't understood Apparition before, otherwise wouldn't he have sent himself to Azkaban?

Snape became angrier the more he thought about it; he explained Apparition in a mocking tone.

However.

The little Potter brat became even more polite.

"Professor Flitwick might cry if he heard you say that!"

He said through gritted teeth.

Met with the little Potter brat's still polite expression.

He finally fell silent.

Perhaps, he only deserved such an ending.

Snape's face turned black when he heard someone call for him to bring Veritaserum inside outside the trial.

The little Potter brat was always so annoying; wouldn't it be better to just say things properly?

Watching the little Potter brat fall into a trance again, Snape closed his mind in time.

He didn't need to think to know that what the little Potter brat said might be even more shocking than the Pensieve.

Sure enough, he could barely control his expression.

The little Potter brat didn't leave a single Death Eater behind because the remaining people wanted to kill him.

He didn't want to tell the truth because he suspected Fudge was involved in this matter.

For Harry Potter's safety, he even decided to sacrifice himself and admit to all the problems.

Snape watched Fudge touch his wand; he almost let this guy eat an Avada Kedavra.

He didn't expect this fat man to have such ability.

Dumbledore didn't expect it either.

Of course, what they didn't expect even more was what followed.

Those parents actually hired many reporters to let them morally kidnap the little Potter brat.

They even showed the little Potter brat the images from the Pensieve.

He subconsciously went to pull the little Potter brat.

The little Potter brat was so resistant to seeing those images; forcing him to watch would very likely cause a magical outburst.

It was just that he couldn't pull the little Potter brat at all.

The little Potter brat's body was trembling, but he still forced himself to watch those images.

Snape felt his heart aching.

Why let this child see such cruel images?

Dumbledore clearly worried about the little Potter brat's magical outburst and simply shattered the Pensieve.

They thought Potter could recover.

Who knew that when the little Potter brat saw those Aurors escorting those students over, the little Potter brat seemed to return to the original scene again.

Seeing the little Potter brat painfully begging those people, Snape actually tasted tears again.

Fortunately, the final outcome was a happy one.

The little Potter brat accepted those things, and those students were also sent to Azkaban.

But Snape didn't feel happy at all; he looked at this ending that was like an official newspaper report and only felt his heart aching like a knife.

Yeah, from this day on, the little Potter brat would have to constantly face those dangers and deaths.

He could see Thestrals now, right?

He wished this child would never see such creatures in his life.

Or as Nicolas Flamel said, take these cruel memories out of this child's mind and let him forget these things.

But Dumbledore wanted this child to face them.

Just as Dumbledore said during that conversation: if this child doesn't face it himself, who else can help him?

Is it you?

Severus, can you watch over him for a lifetime?

You should always be clear that if that child knows everything, you will become an outsider, an outsider forever.

Yeah, he wasn't even worthy of signing for him to use Veritaserum.

Hogwarts returned to its former bustle again.

But Snape found it was different.

Everything was different from before.

Because before, when he taught, the child would look at him with happy and trusting eyes.

And when he walked over to check the potion results, he would wait expectantly for his praise; even if he just said "not bad" reservedly, he could see the boy happy for a whole day.

But now it wouldn't happen.

The boy rarely looked up at him during class.

Because the things he taught, the boy had already learned.

When making potions, he wouldn't wait for him to come over and praise him, but would take the initiative to hand it to him and say politely, "Professor, mine is already done."

He was almost going crazy with anger, but didn't dare to think about what he was angry about.

Until today.

What Snape saw was still the boy's polite expression.

Now every Potions class was a torture for him.

He even wanted to tell that little Potter brat that if he didn't want to attend his class, then don't come again.

But he was worried that the little Potter brat would really not appear in this Potions classroom anymore.

After all, he had such powerful potion talent and didn't need someone like him to teach him.

Because of these thoughts, he angrily looked for trouble with everyone in the classroom.

Until he saw Harry Potter's expression of wanting to kill, he felt much more comfortable.

Sure enough, bullying Harry Potter was still interesting.

However, just as he thought this, suddenly someone's cauldron in the classroom exploded.

The whole classroom was full of Swelling Solution.

Snape felt his blood pressure rise; he turned around and really wanted to Avada Kedavra this group of students.

Who knew he would suddenly hear the little Potter brat shout for him to watch out.

The little Potter brat would still care about him?

Snape couldn't believe it, but he still turned around quickly.

A cauldron was rushing toward the little Potter brat's face.

He was furious.

The little Potter brat was just not easy; he actually used his face to catch the potion, why didn't he just soak his head in it?

But halfway through scolding, he couldn't scold anymore.

The little Potter brat's eyes looking at him were full of concern.

Concern...

Did he see it wrong?

He angrily dealt with the Swelling Solution stuck on his hand, and then looked at the little brat's eyes again.

It was concern...

Was the little brat sympathizing with him? ===== CHAPTER 432 =====

Was the brat pitying him?