Chapter 432: Like Muggle menopause!!

"How could that be?"

Snape said in shock.

He was almost unable to stand steady.

He wanted to use his wand to take the blood on the little Potter brat's face to test it, but was a bit afraid.

"Professor... I'm fine..."

The little brat showed a look of guilt.

Clearly feeling it was bad to make the professor worry.

Snape suddenly felt at a loss.

Especially seeing Darren's concerned gaze, he felt some inexplicable embarrassment.

How could it be?

How could this child be his?

No, no, no, maybe it was just some strange connection, not what he thought... but, but...

With the intuition of a Potions Master, Snape almost instantly grabbed evidence from his mind.

The little Potter brat's potion talent, the little Potter brat's innovation ability, the little Potter brat's genius...

But, but it really was impossible!

How could he not know what he had done himself?

And even if he didn't remember, Lily couldn't possibly...

Snape's mouth opened and closed; finally, he remembered the wound on Darren's face.

Before, he was just angry at how stupid Darren was to use his face to catch a cauldron.

Now it suddenly turned into anger.

"Whose cauldron?"

He suddenly turned around, his black robes flying behind him in a terrifying arc.

The expression on his face was too terrifying; even Goyle was trembling with fear.

But he still raised his hand tremblingly.

Because many people saw it was his cauldron.

Not admitting it would be even worse.

"Pro, Professor, it's mine..."

"Yours? You waste! What else can you do? You can't even brew a potion?"

"Idiot... useless thing... I thought your brain was eaten by a troll..."

"Slytherin detention, a semester of detention, I will communicate your detention with Filch!"

Snape roared.

"Professor... stop scolding, it's all my fault, I should have used a spell just now."

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +80】

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding...】

Darren accepted the Saint Father points and showed a look of guilt.

"You... you, drink the potion... if you dare to do this again, I will definitely... drink it!"

Snape looked at Darren, his full fury suddenly unable to be released.

He took a potion from his pocket and shoved it into Darren's hand with a fierce expression.

But his eyes were greedily looking at him.

If it really was... really was, that way... no, no, no, he hadn't truly verified it.

He was no longer those young lads; he couldn't be too presumptuous, how could he think of such an absurd possibility?

But.

But if it were true, it would mean...

Snape suddenly interrupted these thoughts of his.

Because he looked at the little wound on Darren's face and suddenly found it extremely unsightly.

"Go find Madam Pomfrey and have a look; the small knife might be highly toxic, those stupid guys are very likely to do such things!"

Snape knew he was overreacting; he could easily see that the wound on Darren's face wasn't toxic.

Even if it were toxic, the bottle of potion just now was enough.

But what if it was?

This child wasn't easy; he might die in the dormitory and no one would know!

Darren curled his lip at his expression.

Snape definitely knew about his bloodline issue.

It was just that he probably didn't dare to verify it yet.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Truly an old lick-dog.

However.

Darren still nodded obediently, only looking at the mess in the classroom with some worry before leaving.

【Ding, Saint Father points +80】

"Hmph, there's an antidote in the classroom, no need for you to worry!"

Snape said mockingly.

Darren then breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the other students in the classroom with sympathy, and then walked slowly out of the Potions classroom.

Snape watched his back fade away, then suddenly realized class was still in session; his sinister eyes looked at this group of little trolls in the classroom.

Especially Goyle.

His gaze was like a knife, cutting Goyle every minute.

Goyle covered his eyes with his hands, stumbling as he tried to stand steady.

Because his eyes had swollen to the size of a watermelon.

But even so, Snape had no sympathy at all.

He looked at these students in the classroom and almost unleashed the greatest fury he had ever had.

Everyone was sprayed by him once.

Harry was even accused by him of being a brainless troll.

Although everyone felt Snape's anger this time was inexplicable.

But at this moment, Harry was filled with guilt and didn't care what he said at all.

He never thought that Darren would block in front of Snape.

No, he should have thought of it.

Darren was originally such a kind person; seeing Snape about to be injured, he would definitely be worried, and blocking in front of him was normal.

Of course, even for a stranger, Darren would do the same.

Not to mention that his estrangement from Snape was just something Darren did to cooperate with Snape.

So he should have thought of a better way, instead of using such a small trick.

It was he who caused Darren to be injured again.

He always messed things up every time.

He felt his stomach aching.