Even as Snape's voice still echoed through the office, Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey had already lowered their heads, their chins nearly touching their chests, and turned back to the frogs in the wooden tubs.
It was not just Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey. Upon hearing Snape's words, the other Gryffindor students also shrank back like startled rabbits and resumed their battle with the lively, jumping frogs.
The Gryffindor students grabbed the frogs, pressed their lips together, and pinned them to the wooden boards, the small knives in their hands trembling nonstop.
With pained expressions, they cut open the frogs' heads and then scooped out the brains with spoons.
Some Gryffindor students' hands shook so badly that at least half of the frog brain they scooped out ended up smeared across the frogs' faces.
Wizet blinked and looked at the dejected Gryffindor students before finally turning to Snape. "Professor Snape, they're..."
At that moment, all the Gryffindor students digging out frog brains pricked up their ears. They held their breaths, wanting to hear how Snape would answer.
At least, in their eyes, Snape would probably shut Wizet up with a simple, "None of your business, Lovegood."
Or perhaps it would be even worse. Snape might point at the corner and say to Wizet, "What kind of stupid question is that? Go over there! Dig out a tub of frog brains yourself and clear your head!"
Yet, to the Gryffindor students' surprise, Snape actually began to explain.
"Heh!" Snape sneered, casting a cold glance at the Gryffindor students.
He stood and paced behind one of the Gryffindor students, frightening the student so badly that his knife slipped, nearly cutting his own finger.
"You should be able to tell, shouldn't you? They're merely serving detention... As for why they're in detention, there