"Please! Please! I don't want to become a toad!"
Even after Snape brought her back to Spinner's End, Circe had not given up and continued begging without pause.
Her voice was already terribly hoarse, and tears filled her reddened eye sockets, leaving her unable to see her surroundings clearly.
Even though Snape still gave no response, she had no intention of stopping. She continued pleading desperately, making the only effort she could.
"As long as it isn't being a toad, I'll do anything you ask! Even if you tell me to die, I'll do it without the slightest hesitation! I swear!"
"Tell you to die?" Snape finally reacted. He rose to his feet and switched the positions of the two specimen jars. "If I really did that, wouldn't I be letting you off too easily?"
Circe felt utterly hopeless. Snape had made himself very clear—he intended to make her life worse than death.
She had never imagined that one day, she would long so desperately for death to come.
However, Snape was a potion-maker, and according to Voldemort, a highly skilled Potions Master.
That meant that even if she attempted to end her own life, there was a considerable chance Snape would be able to bring her back.
As a Wizard who had lived from Ancient Greece until now, she knew perfectly well what terrible treatment a toad would suffer in the hands of a potion-maker.
That was precisely why she kept begging.
"Please! Please..." Circe continued pleading as she watched Snape reach into his pocket and pull out a Wand.
A Wand?
Her eyes widened at once, and she even forgot to beg.
Why could Snape take out a Wand?
Given what had happened earlier, Snape should have been like her—or rather, every Wizard in the world should have