Ever since the Death Eaters had made a major move at Hogwarts and successfully driven out the Order of the Phoenix's remaining nail, the group known as Dumbledore's Army, this ancient school of magic had gradually fallen under Snape's control.
Especially after the owner of the Hog's Head Pub had been implicated through association and made an example of, the professors, who had all harbored their own thoughts, had no choice but to lie low to avoid bringing trouble upon themselves and others.
With no one stirring up trouble, Hogwarts had gradually regained its former peace. Yet the young headmaster felt no joy over it, because he knew full well that this was the calm before the storm.
"I thought you'd take the opportunity to leave the Death Eaters."
Snape's expression was particularly grim as he looked at Draco, who had come to seek his help.
Why couldn't he see it clearly?
"Sir, you..."
Malfoy's mouth fell slightly open. He was surprised by Snape's attitude on the matter; Snape seemed very unwilling for him to return to the ranks of the Death Eaters.
"You're neither qualified nor suited for it." Snape cut Malfoy off. "Joining the Death Eaters can indeed bring glory and status, but those aren't what the Malfoy family lacks right now. I think you understand that."
Malfoy fell silent, unconsciously grabbing his arm and clutching the Dark Mark branded there.
Of course he understood what Snape meant, but he was unwilling to give up just like that.
"Quite a few Death Eaters have indeed been stripped of their status recently, and I know you're facing the same problem. But compared to the other Death Eaters, you have no advantage in either age or ability. Rather than forcing your way in, you'd be better off doing what you