At this moment.
The night curtain deepened.
At some point, thick clouds had obscured the moonlight.
As though foreshadowing that something major would happen tonight.
Yet Hogwarts remained remarkably peaceful.
"Mr. Weasley, you truly are a rude little brat." Snape suddenly stopped, using his wand to precisely lift Ron's chin and force him to look up at him.
"Didn't your mother teach you to look people in the eyes when you lie?" Snape's tone was deeply displeased, and the contempt in his black eyes was so thick it seemed ready to spill over.
Moonlight shone across Ron's pale face.
He actually looked somewhat pitiful.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Even after Snape's lesson, Ron still failed to suppress his instincts. His eyes continued to dart away.
How should one put it?
It wasn't that he couldn't learn.
It was just that the pressure of meeting Snape's gaze was truly immense.
It wasn't pressure a Young Wizard like him could bear. After all, he was only a first-year student. He had no dirt on Snape, while Snape had him firmly by the throat.
Even if he wanted to talk back, he lacked the nerve to do so.
"What a laughably poor performance!" Cold fury surged through Old Bat's ink-black eyes. He truly felt that Ron was treating him like an idiot.
"Mr. Weasley, how arrogant must you be—to think I wouldn't notice this?" As he spoke, Snape abruptly reached out, his thin, claw-like fingers plunging straight into Neville's pocket.
He precisely plucked the dozing Trevor from Neville's pocket.
The unfortunate toad was still croaking wildly when it was yanked out, kicking desperately with its hind legs, yet it could not break free from Snape's grasp. Perhaps this toad had suffered the greatest unforeseen disaster tonight.
First the Forbidden