The sudden voice made Circe's pupils constrict sharply.
Just as she tried to escape, she felt an invisible force bind her entire body, leaving her unable to move in the slightest.
Every hair on her body stood on end. It felt as though an invisible hand had seized her heart in a vicious grip, making her chest so tight she could barely breathe.
She could not even utter a word, only watch helplessly as Snape approached step by step, his cold gaze fixed firmly on her eyes.
That icy stare was like a viper carefully studying its prey before striking, sending a biting chill through her entire body.
Yet because of that, her survival instincts drove her thoughts into rapid motion.
The situation was extremely complicated. She did not know how Snape had found this place, but she had disguised herself. She could still use that to look for a chance to escape.
With that in mind, she immediately lowered her voice and asked in a hoarse tone suited to her appearance, "Sir? Are you talking about me? Could you have mistaken me for someone else?"
"Circe? That sounds like a character from some myth... If you need help, perhaps I can contact the Ministry of Magic for you?"
Snape raised an eyebrow as he examined Circe in her Muggle clothes. "Oh? You know about the Ministry of Magic?"
Circe hurriedly replied, "Of course I do! In fact, I am a government employee. I have liaised with your Ministry of Magic and handled quite a few confidential matters."
"After something so terrifying just happened, I suppose that so-called confidentiality probably... probably no longer matters at all. Wizards and us Muggles can be friends, can't we?"
Snape continued examining Circe's eyes, the corner of his mouth curling slightly as he asked