Snape froze.
He turned around awkwardly.
"All right, I need to teach now. Dumbledore, figure out how to get into Slytherin yourself!"
He raised his wand and swept out of his office like a gust of wind.
Damn Dumbledore!
During Potions class, he officially met the famous Harry Potter for the first time.
Looking at that face so strikingly similar to James Potter's, he nearly pulled out his wand and gave him an Avada.
But he managed to suppress the impulse.
To vent his anger, he began questioning Harry Potter.
But the idiot.
He knew nothing at all.
He hadn't inherited even a trace of Lily's brilliance!
Still.
When he saw Harry Potter's furious yet helpless expression after having points deducted, Snape found his mood unexpectedly improving.
Potter could be useful for this too?
Snape thought silently. This Potter brat was not entirely useless after all.
At the very least, he could amuse him.
So he began pacing around the classroom, looking to catch Harry Potter making more mistakes.
The anger he had restrained in front of Dumbledore gradually faded somewhat.
But this lot of students was far too stupid.
With so many mistakes, had they even read the book?
Idiots!
"Professor, I've finished."
Darren Potter?
Snape raised an eyebrow.
This brat actually dared to come looking for him on his own?
Weren't the others scared stiff of him?
But he had finished?
Slightly excited, Snape walked over.
Had the boy inherited Lily's talent for learning?
More than once over the past two days, he had heard other professors marvel at the brat's talent.
Could he be gifted at Potions too?
This?
Snape was stunned.
The color of this cauldron of potion was completely different from the one in the textbook.
It looked deeper somehow.
Yet Snape, a Potion Master,