Ron and Neville blocked Snape's path.
They really startled Snape. His flinch was so obvious that even the two Gryffindor students noticed it, which showed just how blatant it had been.
"Just as we thought, there's something fishy going on!"
Ron and Neville stared fixedly at Snape. His reaction was even more suspicious than they had imagined.
When Ron shouted, "Hand Hermione over," Snape's entire body visibly stiffened. His pitch-black pupils suddenly contracted, as though someone had pressed a wand against his back.
Even the two first-year young wizards saw it clearly.
"Hand Hermione over!"
Ron's mind was completely blank. Not only had he never learned any particularly powerful spells, he could not even remember what spells he had learned. Still, that did not stop him from pointing his wand at Snape.
It had to be said.
The boy truly had courage, especially the courage to stand up for his friends—as the child of a wizarding family, Ron naturally knew what it meant to raise a wand at another wizard.
He was scared.
His legs were shaking too.
But he still gritted his teeth.
"Stop talking nonsense, you two!" Snape seemed rather flustered. He instinctively looked from side to side, as though checking whether anyone else was in the corridor.
Upon seeing that everyone was in class and there were no late students around, Snape relaxed slightly. He adjusted his emotions before looking back at the two boys with those sinister eyes.
Of course.
His gaze was still not particularly resolute, but this time, it was clearly less evasive than before.
"You two... why aren't you in class?" Snape demanded in a lowered voice, trying his best to sound frightening, though there was an almost imperceptible tremor in his tone.
Ron clenched his jaw, the knuckles of the hand gripping