Chapter 773: The Snape Perspective

On Friday morning, Snape sat at the staff table eating as usual. As usual, he also glanced at the two little Potter brats.

Very good, the big brat finally wasn't late today and arrived at the Great Hall at the normal time.

The little brat... the little brat was secretly watching the big brat with eyes shining with light.

Truly...

It is worthy of that little brat's personality.

Simply like a fool, completely forgetting the disdain Harry Potter showed him on the first day of school.

Snape let out a cold snort and poked the steak on his plate with a dinner knife.

It wasn't until Quirrell tremblingly reminded him that the steak had already been poked to pieces by him that he finally turned his gaze back to his own plate.

In his heart, he mocked himself for being meddlesome; what did the big and little Potter brats have to do with him, Snape?

He only needed to be responsible for their safety!

Snape lowered his head to eat, just wanting to end all this quickly, when suddenly he heard a gasp.

What is it now? Can't even eat a meal in peace?

Snape looked over, annoyed.

As a result, he saw Harry Potter standing next to that little brat.

Ignoring the little brat for days, is he planning to come over and lecture that little brat today? Gryffindor, humph!

Snape pulled out his wand nonchalantly.

He planned to give Harry Potter a Disarming Charm when he made a move, and then arrange a month of detention for him.

Tsk, having James Potter's son process potions in his potions office was truly indescribably comfortable.

Just that.

Not an argument?

Is he inviting that little brat to eat at Gryffindor? Snape's face turned somewhat gloomy.

This is even worse than an argument!

Harry Potter has no idea what it means for him to invite that little brat to Gryffindor at this time.

This means that the little brat will be ostracized by the other Slytherins and will also be punished by everyone.

Yes, according to Slytherin's rules, leaving during a group activity means betrayal.

Especially when it's going to Slytherin's rival house, Gryffindor!

When that little brat returns to the common room at night, he will be punished by those Slytherin students one by one with spells.

Unless those Slytherin students all give up the chance to punish this little brat, he will definitely be dealt with.

As the Head of House, Snape could stop this action, but that would mean Darren Potter would be kicked out of the house by Slytherin.

Yes, kicked out of Slytherin house.

This is a Slytherin rule, not something the Headmaster or Head of House can change.

In other words, he must let Darren receive punishment.

Snape's face became extremely ugly, and he even wanted to go over and directly interrupt Darren's answer.

However, seeing Quirrell eavesdropping nearby, he still said coldly: "It seems I need to prepare a punishment for Potter."

"That, that's not necessary... not so, cruel..."

Quirrell said stutteringly.

Snape sneered in his heart.

Not necessary? What are you pretending for?

The moment Quirrell entered Hogwarts, he had vaguely suspected that that person had returned.

Perhaps that person was even staying at the back of Quirrell's head, wrapped in cloth.

If he dared to show pity for Potter, who knew if it would attract that person's attention?

And not a single word spoken by this person could be trusted.

What "not so cruel to Potter"?

It's truly laughable.

Isn't that person famous for being cruel?

He was killed once by that little brat's brother, Harry Potter; how could he possibly treat that little brat differently?

This might be a test from that person.

Wanting to know if he is still loyal? Ha!

Snape coldly pushed away Quirrell's head as it leaned in, then turned and left the staff table.

He called over the Slytherin female prefect who was showing concern.

"I need you to use the Cruciatus Curse on Darren Potter!"

Snape said to this girl from the Greengrass family.

Then he saw the shock in the girl's eyes.

"This... Professor, I can't... this is Dark Magic... I cannot use this kind of magic in school!"

The girl denied it vehemently.

But Snape saw the anger in her eyes, and even a hint of killing intent.

Naive.

Showing killing intent toward a Slytherin Head of House? If she were facing an enemy, she would already be dead!

"Humph, don't play your tricks. I permit you to use this magic... no, no, no, if no one spreads it, isn't it not against the law?"

Snape said with a mocking laugh.

Then, without listening to what Miss Greengrass had to say next, he turned and walked away, only 'accidentally' dropping a thimble before leaving.

After seeing Miss Greengrass pick up the thimble and show an expression of sudden realization and excitement, Snape quietly returned to his office.

In his office, he saw Dumbledore, who should have been in the Great Hall.

"If I remember correctly, the Headmaster should be eating at the staff table right now."

Snape narrowed his eyes, his wand gripped in his hand.

Although he didn't think anyone could get this Headmaster's hair to disguise themselves as him.

"A little bit of magic. Good morning, Severus."

Dumbledore looked a bit sleepy.

However, his blue eyes were still wise.

He stood in the center of Snape's office, saw that Snape was still in that tense state, shrugged his shoulders, and took out the Elder Wand.

"Alright, it really is you. Then Dumbledore, what did you come to find me for?"

Snape snorted and put away his wand.

Unless Dumbledore were dead, the Elder Wand could not possibly be handed over to anyone else.

"Severus, forgive an old man's pain. I need to enter Slytherin with you to observe Darren receiving his punishment!"

"Bang!"

Snape angrily smashed the table beside him.

He pulled out his wand, pointed it at Dumbledore, and said angrily: "Dumbledore, what exactly are you trying to do? Don't tell me you want to see that little brat truly be subjected to the Cruciatus Curse and tortured to death?"

"No, no, no, Severus, you're overthinking it..."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, signaling Snape to put down his wand.

Snape was silent for a while, then put down his wand with hollow eyes.

He said somewhat bitterly: "Dumbledore, you have always been like this. How do you expect me to trust you?"

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