Dumbledore smiled as well. "Oh, yes."
In the scenes that followed, the three children began wildly suspecting Snape, especially after learning that one of his legs had been injured.
During the Quidditch match, Quirrell cast a curse on Harry's broomstick while Snape muttered a counter-curse nearby, preventing Harry from having an accident. But Ron and Hermione, who deeply suspected him, thought he was trying to harm Harry.
So Hermione set Snape's robes on fire, inadvertently interrupting Quirrell's spell as well.
"Uh... how should I put this?" The three of them cautiously turned back to look at Snape, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, their hearts skipping a beat.
Snape did not look at them. Instead, he turned to Muya. "So that was what happened? If Miss Muya had not been there, my robes would have been ruined, is that right?"
The question, like a demon's whisper, made the atmosphere tense.
"Ahaha, that was all in the past. Let's not dwell on it..." Muya, the peacemaker, stepped in.
"Hey, you're not that petty, are you, bat? You still remember something from first year?" Sirius Black continued standing up for his godson.
"Heh. Then you can compensate me."
"Fine, I'll compensate you!"
Ms. Mu sat quietly in the back, watching the interactions ahead of her, clearly realizing that they were all living, breathing people.
Harry had accidentally found the room containing the Mirror of Erised. There, he saw his parents, who had died young. Soon, he brought Ron there, but Ron did not see Harry's parents in the mirror. After that, Harry came almost every night.
Until he encountered Dumbledore, who told Harry that the mirror reflected what people desired most deeply in their hearts. Harry asked what he saw in it, but he merely answered that