Damn it!
The instant young Professor Breen's gaze swept over them, the only thought occupying the minds of the three little wizards from the future was this!
Harry's weak, trembling legs could barely support him. He clenched his teeth desperately to keep from collapsing.
He should not have taken chances, thinking that young Professor Breen lacked the abilities he possessed later in life and would not be able to see through the Invisibility Cloak's disguise!
Harry could feel Ron's body beside him slowly sliding downward, while Hermione, pressed close against him, was trembling nonstop!
Fortunately—
Amosta raised his brows in confusion. His gaze then shifted away from the doorframe and wandered aimlessly over the exposed corridor outside Snape's office.
"What is it, Amosta?"
Seeing his strange behavior, Snape, who had followed him out, caught his breath. He looked around the dim corridor, suspicion in his eyes.
"Nothing—"
After a brief silence, Amosta shrugged.
"Is there anything else you need to remind me of, Professor?"
Snape pressed his thin lips together. Frustration swelled in his chest as he looked at Amosta, whose features were steeped in a coldness that kept others at a distance. Helplessness flickered in the depths of his black eyes.
"Don't give Dumbledore any more leverage against you, Amosta—"
The shrill howling of the cold wind pouring into the gloomy dungeon through the narrow passage made the torches flicker unsteadily. Amosta's shadow, cast upon the walls by the firelight, twisted from time to time.
"I understand, Professor Snape."
After a long silence, faint ripples stirred in Amosta's brown eyes. He nodded, then turned and left.
Snape stood there for a long while, watching his back disappear around the corner. With a quiet sigh, he returned to his office, fetched his suitcase, locked the door, and left as well.