I blurted out, "Potter's trying to kill me!" But after shouting it, I realized it was even more embarrassing.
Damn it!
Why did I keep making a fool of myself today? But—
"Potter, you're finished. Today, you might be dragging your things home in disgrace!"
After all, he had hit the Malfoy family heir. Father would definitely make sure he couldn't survive in Slytherin.
Thinking about it, I even felt a little smug.
But...
Snape actually gave me detention! I stared at Snape blankly.
That wasn't right!
Wasn't he Father's good friend?
Father had told me before that Snape would definitely look after me. So this was how he looked after me?
"Sir, Potter almost killed me!"
I blurted out.
And what did Snape say?
He said I was getting two weeks of detention, and he was writing to Father because of my recklessness?
My expression froze at once.
Writing to Father...
It was over. It was over.
I could already imagine how Father would punish me for acting like I was asking for a beating!
I couldn't say a word.
I dragged my feet back into the group, with no energy left to glare at Darren Potter.
That evening, when I returned to the dormitory, I spoke with Father through the Two-way Mirror. I never expected Snape to write to Father so quickly. He scolded me thoroughly.
I muttered, "Wasn't it you who told me Darren Potter was nothing special? That's why I offended him like this!"
If Father were reasonable, he should know this wasn't entirely my fault, right?
"I told you not to pay attention to him. I never told you to target him!"
Father glared at me.
I shrugged.
"All right, I understand."
I sighed. I knew the punishment was coming next.
"You know the Malfoy