"I'm dead..."
By the time Harry cried out those words in despair, he had already returned to Gryffindor.
Although he had struggled desperately along the way, trying to run back to the headmaster's office and make Dumbledore revoke his decision, he had even told Professor McGonagall that Snape was the man in black robes!
But considering that he and Ron had just fought Malfoy that evening, and his face was still swollen...
Professor McGonagall had firmly suppressed his resistance.
"Mr. Potter, although you sneak out at night, copy homework, and get into fights... I still hope you can be a good child. Now, obediently follow Dumbledore's arrangements. Otherwise, I'll give you two weeks of detention and have Professor Snape supervise you!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you!"
Clearly, in Professor McGonagall's eyes, Harry was already someone with no credibility.
Dragged back to the dormitory by Professor McGonagall, Harry fell into complete despair. He lay motionless on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Worried about him, Ron, who had not gone to sleep, ran to the common room and asked Lavender Brown to fetch Hermione from the girls' dormitory.
After hearing Ron's account, Hermione frowned. "Harry, didn't Dumbledore say anything else?"
She stood at the entrance to the boys' dormitory. Seamus, Neville, and the other younger boys had wrapped themselves tightly in their blankets, not daring to make a sound.
The only thing making noise was Scabbers by Ron's bedside.
The fat rat was squealing desperately because Fruit Tea had come along too. It was squatting in front of Ron's bed, shaking its head at Scabbers's cage.
Ron had no attention to spare for Scabbers. He shoved Harry a few times before the despairing, dazed Harry finally said miserably, "No. He only told me that starting tomorrow, Snape would take