The moment Draco cried out, the sleeping Snape instantly sat up.
Dressed in black-striped pajamas, he grabbed his wand, cast a Nonverbal spell to light up the room, and pulled open the door.
The office showed signs of having been rummaged through.
Precious herbs were scattered all over the floor beneath the battered wooden cabinet protected by layers of magic.
With a pained expression, he fixed his gaze outside the door.
Draco, lying on the floor, was still breathing.
But the intruder had already vanished without a trace.
"A Stunning Spell..."
From the looks of it, this mysterious person who could break into the cabinet did not seem to be an evil wizard.
Snape roughly pried open Draco's mouth and poured an entire bottle of potion down his throat.
It was a treatment potion with an incredibly bitter taste that made anyone who drank it want to throw up.
Thankfully, Draco was unconscious. Otherwise, it would surely have tasted as awful as that smoking bar of soap.
"Ugh—" Draco opened his eyes to see his Head of House's enormous face.
He assumed that expression, even more hateful than the one Snape gave Harry, was aimed at the mysterious person from earlier.
"Tell me," Snape said, straightening up, "what exactly did you see?"
Draco slowly rose from the cold floor. "A mysterious person wearing a black cloak."
"Height."
"Taller than you, Professor."
"Build."
"About the same as yours, Professor."
"Distinguishing features."
"I didn't see clearly."
Snape watched him struggle to sit upright, then extended a hand with considerable reluctance.
"What did you come here for?"
Under those piercing black eyes, Draco honestly explained what had happened.
Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, he had come looking for someone to talk to?
Snape leaned back slightly. "You can leave