A New Achievement: Blasting a Professor to His Face

Vincent's words were like a dagger steeped in poison, stabbing into Snape's heart again and again.

They were far too blunt, completely shattering his defenses.

"Wayne!" Snape slammed the table and rose to his feet. "Are you questioning my qualifications?"

Vincent stood up calmly and stared straight into his vicious eyes. "Yes.

If it had been another student, I'm certain they would have nightmares tonight."

Snape's current demeanor was more terrifying than the two Dementors guarding the entrance.

Hermione could still force herself to endure it, but Daphne was already trembling.

Professor Dumbledore rose with a smile. "Severus, calm down."

Snape said nothing, staring fixedly into Vincent's bright azure eyes.

I thought that once things got better, you would be different from the others...

He seemed to have recalled that unforgettable memory.

Petunia had taken out her resentment over Lily's departure on magic, but in truth, he had done the same.

Wrong was wrong.

Bravely admitting one's mistakes was the first step toward understanding and changing oneself.

But the other person was Vincent, a young wizard who had only just entered his third year.

Snape turned his head away and sat back down with a look of utter disgust.

He had actually calmed down?

The two young witches keenly sensed that something was off.

Daphne had not seen those memories herself, but Hermione had told her everything she needed to know.

As a student, Snape had been extremely insecure and unwilling to reveal his true feelings in front of anyone.

Not even his childhood friend.

"Uh..." Vincent sat down stiffly.

He tilted his head toward Professor Dumbledore. "I think Professor Snape might not necessarily accept the board's supervision.

Even if he agrees verbally, he might not be willing to follow through."

Snape's dark eyes turned back toward him.

That feeling