Snape clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles twitching.
He had heard every word Ron and Harry had said just now.
No Gryffindor friends, much less Gryffindor female friends, Mudblood...
Every single one of those remarks had struck precisely at his most sensitive nerves.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to use the silver dagger he used for cutting ingredients to split open Ron's stupid head and see what exactly was inside.
Snape wanted to ask Ron, How dare you? How could you say such things?!
"Professor Snape, we didn't..."
Harry spoke quietly, trying to explain things for the two of them. He could tell that Snape was different from usual.
Though Snape usually looked cold and vicious as well.
He had never been this furious before.
From his tightly clenched fists and gritted teeth, Harry could see that he was desperately suppressing his surging emotions.
Yet the moment Harry spoke, Snape seemed to grow even angrier.
"Potter! Shut your mouth!"
Snape nearly roared, barely holding himself back. His sharp gaze scraped across Harry and Ron's faces. "Has winning a Quidditch match made you two so full of yourselves?"
"What makes you think you can so recklessly use such filthy, vile, unforgivable words to discuss your friends and disparage your professor?!"
Snape spoke rapidly and urgently, completely unlike his usual peculiar drawl.
"Weasley. Oh, Weasley." Snape suddenly turned and fixed Ron with a stare. "The Weasley family name is every bit as laughable as your hair."
"Tell me, does your bloodline make you any smarter? Are you already top of your year? Or has your knowledge surpassed Dumbledore's? Is it merely because you were born into some ridiculous, meaningless Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood family that you are so smug, that you think you stand above others and can say that filthy