Who is Wallerup? I will end his life—Snape's strongest rune has been activated.
In an instant, Sean felt as though those words had popped up above the big bat's head.
Unlike his previous dissatisfaction and anger toward him, Sean could genuinely feel that Snape was truly furious this time.
But Daisy and I were only holding hands, weren't we? Snape didn't see me put white stockings on her...
Sean stiffly glanced sideways, only then noticing Daisy's reddened eyes.
Oh no. She'd had a good cry just now, and I forgot to use a spell to cover it up...
Sean gave an awkward smile. "G-good evening... esteemed Professor Snape..."
Snape completely ignored Sean's greeting, which was brimming with the desire to survive. He looked like a vengeful demon that had just returned from hell, the chill in his eyes nearly taking physical form.
One hand slowly moved toward his waist, where he presumably kept his wand...
"Mr. Wallerup—" Snape's voice was like an old record player that had soaked at the bottom of an icy lake for ten thousand years, then been dredged up and lubricated with the most terrible venom. "You truly... have never taken my words to heart..."
He was burning with rage, every emotion in his heart boiling over.
Snape had always understood his own heart well—there had only ever been one person he loved, and there would only ever be one.
All those regrets, hatred, beauty, hopes, and everything else from his school days... he no longer wanted to mention any of it.
He only wanted to be Severus Snape. As long as that person lived well, nothing else mattered... Of course, he would continue to hate the Potter father and son with all his strength for the rest of his life.
This was what James Potter