Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
His eyes met Snape's openly, without a trace of cunning.
Snape froze.
He turned away awkwardly.
"Enough. I need to teach. 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 suppressed the urge.
To vent his anger, he began questioning Harry Potter.
However...
Idiot.
He knew absolutely nothing.
He hadn't inherited even a bit of Lily's brilliance! Still...
When Snape saw Harry Potter's furious yet helpless expression after having points deducted, he found his mood unexpectedly improving.
Potter could be useful in this way?
Snape thought silently. This Potter brat wasn't completely 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 suppressed in front of Dumbledore gradually faded somewhat.
But these students were too stupid.
With so many mistakes, had they even read the textbook? Idiots!
"Professor, I'm finished."
Darren Potter? Snape raised an eyebrow.
This little brat dared to approach him on his own?
Didn't everyone else fear him to death? But he was finished already?
He walked over, somewhat excited.
Could this child have inherited Lily's talent for learning?
Over the past two days, he had heard more than one professor marvel at the little brat's talent.
Could he be talented at Potions too?
What? Snape was stunned.
The color of this cauldron of potion was completely different from the one in the textbook.
It looked