Snape's Revenge

"Ha! I did it! I actually did it!"

In the Slytherin common room, Draco Malfoy announced with unusual excitement.

"Brilliant! Congratulations!" Pansy smiled as she celebrated for Malfoy.

Meanwhile, his loyal followers Crabbe and Goyle clapped enthusiastically.

Seeing this, Theodore, who shared the same dormitory, was slightly intrigued.

He lightly tapped Pansy's shoulder and asked quietly, "What did Draco accomplish?"

"No idea."

"Then why are you all so happy?"

"If Draco's happy, then I'm happy."

"..."

Although Theodore found the group's behavior a bit baffling, thankfully Malfoy didn't keep them in suspense—he couldn't help himself anyway.

"I'll soon be made Seeker for Slytherin as a first-year, ahead of schedule!"

In fact, judging by the sudden stunned silence of the applause around him, this was indeed something worth boasting about.

"Really?!" Pansy's eyes widened.

"That's right. Professor Snape has already agreed. I can go straight to team training, and if I perform well enough, I'll be playing in the next match." Malfoy lifted his chin.

Hearing this, Crabbe and Goyle resumed their applause, even more vigorously this time. Even Theodore wanted to ask a few more details about the situation.

Just then, the door to the Slytherin common room opened.

Glenn and Blaise were returning from dinner, chatting idly.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

No first-year would think their flying skills surpassed Glenn's.

If anyone could become a Quidditch player as a first-year ahead of schedule, besides Harry Potter, it would definitely be this standout newcomer—that was the conclusion everyone had reached after months of Flying Lessons.

Seeing this, Pansy's smile stiffened slightly. She glanced cautiously at Malfoy, afraid a conflict might break out.

If it were another house, she wouldn't hesitate to sneer, but since they were both Slytherins, such an undignified scene was inappropriate.

Though Gemma Farley was still sitting by the fireplace reading, if any sign of a quarrel appeared, the prefect would be right beside them in an instant.

But thankfully, the scene Pansy imagined didn't happen.

Glenn swept his gaze over the room and quickly understood what was going on.

"Becoming the next first-year Quidditch player after Harry Potter—congratulations, Draco." He smiled as he spoke.

The tense atmosphere melted away like spring snow at his words, and the people around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thanks." Malfoy nodded, his feelings mixed.

On one hand, he was genuinely glad Glenn hadn't thrown his hat in the ring.

On the other hand, having been raised since childhood as the heir of a pure-blood noble family, being constantly overshadowed by an unknown half-blood was rather uncomfortable.

It didn't quite match the beliefs he'd grown up with: weren't pure-blood wizards supposed to be the most talented?

"Say, don't you feel a bit resentful? That vacant Quidditch spot could've been yours if you'd wanted it." After they'd walked a short distance away, Blaise said quietly.

If he'd had such an opportunity—to join the Slytherin Quidditch team—he wouldn't have let it go for anything.

"The answer to the riddle lies in the riddle itself." Glenn said casually.

Blaise paused for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

Before meeting Glenn, he'd thought no wizard could dislike Quidditch—after all, besides the fun, it brought honor and fame.

But the classmate before him seemed to be cut from a different cloth.

"Alright." Blaise yawned. "I'm going back to sleep for a bit."

After a full day of classes, he couldn't help feeling drowsy.

"See you." Glenn nodded.

After parting with Blaise, he found a chair near the fireplace and sat down, casually picking up the latest issue of the Daily Prophet from the table.

Though he found quite a bit of the content biased, it was never wrong to keep up with what was happening in the wizarding world.

"Well done." Gemma's cool voice came from nearby.

"Sufficient dignity is never wrong for a Slytherin student."

Hearing this, Gemma looked somewhat surprised.

It was hard to imagine hearing such words from a first-year.

As a prefect who had already studied at Slytherin for five years, she fully agreed with that statement.

Whether it was victory, glory, or the so-called noble etiquette that Slytherin House upheld—it could all be summed up in that one word: dignity.

"Not a bad grasp of it." She paused for a moment.

"By the way, Professor Snape came looking for you just now. He said to find some time outside of class—he wants to give you some advanced Potions lessons one-on-one."

Upon hearing this, Glenn's hand holding the newspaper paused slightly.

For an ordinary student, hearing that a professor wanted to give them private advanced lessons would spark an immediate reaction: Hell yeah! The teacher sees my talent! They're going to give me some extra tutoring!

But when Glenn heard that Snape wanted to teach him alone, his first thought was: This guy is definitely here for revenge!

Cough, to be honest, the reason it had come to this...

Both sides of the teacher-student relationship had played their part.

Setting aside his identity as a transfer student from a century ago, purely from a student's perspective, Snape's teaching ability could already be called regrettable.

If you added private tutoring on top of that, it would probably be a living hell for any student.

As for Glenn, it was simpler—he had used up all the Horklump Juice in the classroom, adding insult to injury for Professor Snape, who was already in a bad mood lately.

He knew this because just now, while eating in the Great Hall, some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students had come over specifically to thank him...

"Tsk, this year's Slytherin Head isn't very generous," Glenn mused to himself.

But it didn't matter much—he'd just sit through the lessons. After all, it was unlikely that any Potions knowledge beyond his comprehension would come up. If it did, then Professor Snape's poor teaching skills could be overlooked.

Without exaggeration, as a master among Potions masters, just showing up in person was already doing Hogwarts a favor.

As for lecturing?

The ones sitting below shouldn't be students—they should be Dumbledore and the other professors.

As it turned out, the saying "think of something long enough, and it will echo back" was sometimes quite accurate.

For instance, just as Glenn thought of Dumbledore, Jema added another line.

"Besides Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore also wants you to come by..."