But lately, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at Snape had faded.
That warmth could not be touched, but it could be felt.
Now that warmth was gone. How could Snape possibly hold back his anger?
What left me speechless was that he was not angry at Darren Potter. He was angry at Harry Potter.
Looking at Harry Potter's despairing face, I nearly laughed out loud.
Of course, Snape did not let us off either.
He prowled around the entire classroom like he was breathing fire.
I was exhausted.
I had merely added the ingredients a little late, and he emptied out my potion.
I pretended to be like everyone else, crying in fear while cursing him in my heart to be despised by Darren Potter for the rest of his life.
But that wish did not last long.
Because I got word from Hannah that Darren had supposedly blocked a small knife for Snape during Potions class.
"His face was cut! Do you think it'll leave a scar?"
Hannah spoke anxiously.
I nodded along beside her.
Of course, I was also thinking that this might be another plot point.
It should have been the plot where Harry and the others stole Snape's potions.
But hadn't Darren fallen out with Snape? Why had he still helped him block the knife? I could not quite figure it out.
But almost that very afternoon, we had Potions class again.
During Potions class, Snape did not criticize a single person. He even secretly laughed to himself.
Good heavens, Snape was smiling—a genuinely happy smile... I could hardly believe my eyes.
Had something good happened to him? Could Lily have come back to life? I muttered to myself.
But I clearly could not get a real answer to that, so I could