Just as Harry was about to keep watching, Professor Snape spotted him.
"Potter!"
Professor Snape spoke furiously, his face twisted with rage. He lowered his black robes to cover his injury.
"Professor, I wanted to know if I could get my book back..." Harry tried to explain with the excuse he had prepared earlier.
Professor Snape roared, "Get out! Out!"
Professor Snape looked terrifying at that moment. Harry felt that if he did not retreat while he still could, Gryffindor's House points would probably be wiped clean.
Harry hurried out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Only after doing that did he let out a long breath and look at his companions behind him.
"Well? Did you all see it?" Harry asked.
Irina nodded. "Mm-hmm. Judging from Professor Snape's wound and what he said, his injury was definitely caused by the Three-headed Dog."
Although Irina knew the truth, the clues her companions had were limited, so she could not exactly pull out God's perspective and show it to them.
So, Professor Snape, you would just have to suffer a little!
"Do you know what this means?" Harry held his breath. "On Halloween night, Ron and I saw him heading toward the Three-headed Dog. Obviously, they were after whatever the Three-headed Dog was guarding!"
Harry declared with absolute certainty, "I'd bet my Flying Broomstick that he was the one who let that Troll in, to divert everyone's attention!"
Yeah, and then your Flying Broomstick got smashed to pieces by the Whomping Willow two years later!
"Don't jinx it!" Irina blinked innocently.
Harry frowned and said decisively, "What do you mean, don't jinx it? Irina, just tell me—is there anything wrong with my analysis?! I'm telling you, if Snape wasn't the one who let the Troll in, my Nimbus