Then he heard Harry Potter complaining to the little brat, angry that he had made the little brat copy the House Rules.
Heh, if not for him, the little brat would have been punished because of Harry Potter! He went right over and began mocking him.
Seeing the frantic expression on Potter's face, Snape felt even better.
He even saw Potter wanting to hit him.
Ha, Gryffindor attacking a professor definitely meant fifty points deducted!
But before anything could begin, the little brat grabbed his sleeve and dragged him away.
As he watched the shocked expressions of the many professors and students staring at them along the way, Snape remained outwardly impassive. In truth, his hand was already feeling for his wand as he decided to beat up this reckless little fool.
Just who had given him the courage to grab a Head of House and run around so disgracefully?
Perhaps his gaze had finally frightened the little brat, because the little brat finally released his claws.
He felt slightly pleased.
At the very least, this little Potter brat knew how to read people's expressions. Once he left school, he probably would not starve to death.
With slight pleasure, he imagined Harry Potter, who could not read people's expressions, carrying a huge sack and begging for food on the streets.
The wonderful image nearly made him laugh aloud.
"Professor McGonagall has already arranged your detention..."
He looked at the little brat as he spoke.
For that, he saw guilt in the little brat's bright green eyes.
He turned and left.
Avoiding those eyes.
He looked almost as if he were fleeing in panic...
Damn it! He had been played by Quirrell.
That man had lured him into the Forbidden Forest. After making a wasted trip and finding nothing, Snape returned