Snape's Broken Heart

Friday afternoons are undoubtedly the best time for the young wizards at Hogwarts.

An afternoon without classes, plus an upcoming two-day holiday—this is just too good to be true!

"Harry, do you think the young Slytherin wizards are up to something?"

In the corridor, Ron Weasley, looking troubled, asked Harry, "I see quite a few Slytherin wandering around happily, and in groups of three or five no less."

"Most importantly, just now, Lester's lackey came looking for George Weasley and Fred Weasley."

"When they left, they took a whole box of stuff with them. I asked George Weasley about it, but they wouldn't tell me! They said it was a trade secret."

"I'm going to tell Mom that George Weasley and Fred Weasley made a deal with Slytherin at Hogwarts, and I'm not telling my own brother!"

Harry's expression turned serious as he listened to Ron Weasley's complaints.

He wasn't standing up for Ron Weasley; he just felt that Lester Malfoy and his group were up to something!

While Harry was racking his brains trying to figure out what Slytherin was up to.

Harry just happened to see Malfoy from Slytherin House, followed by a large group of young wizards, walking towards him.

"Scarhead, get out of my way! You're blocking our path!" Malfoy said arrogantly, his expression utterly haughty.

"Do you own Hogwarts? Horse manure?!" Harry retorted swiftly and bluntly.

At other times, Malfoy is quite normal.

But when it comes to Harry Potter, the Draco will definitely get carried away immediately.

"You can think that way," Malfoy said proudly. "My father is a board member of Hogwarts; I could even write to him and have you expelled."

"You fatherless and motherless scum, you are only fit to live with lowly Muggle, you have no right to learn magic here!"

"I'll tell my father to kick you out of Hogwarts and send you back to live with your Muggle relatives!"

He used to mock Harry because he was afraid of getting beaten up, so he would hold back.

But now, with more than a dozen Slytherin junior wizards following behind him, what was he afraid of!

"You fucking want to die!" Harry roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

As an orphan who had always lived under the roof of others, he hated it most when people joked about his parents.

"I'll beat you to death, you piece of shit!"

Immediately, Harry disregarded the number of people and charged forward with his fists clenched.

Malfoy, the rich young master, never expected Harry Potter to attack him so directly, and was immediately tackled to the ground.

At the same time, Ron Weasley seized the opportunity to strike, grabbing Malfoy's hair and unleashing a barrage of electric shocks into Malfoy's face.

"What are you standing there for? Let's take them down!"

The Slytherin behind them seemed to snap out of a daze. Although they didn't know what had happened, they knew that one of their own had been attacked.

Immediately, more than a dozen young wizards went up and started pulling on the fake one.

One grabbed Harry's ear, another picked Ron Weasley's nose, and there was even someone who clasped their hands together and tried to kill Harry and Ron Weasley with Thousand Years of Death.

Within minutes, Harry and Ron Weasley, who had been as fierce as tigers just moments before, were being beaten and were now screaming in pain.

They can accept being beaten, but your "Thousand Years of Death" technique is really going too far.

Harry and Ron Weasley were still holding onto Malfoy's hair tightly.

But after being hit by Jiedi's Thousand Years of Death several times, they all clutched their chrysanthemums and screamed in pain.

Several Slytherin, seeing this, immediately restrained Harry and Ron Weasley's hands and feet, giving Jiedi more room to attack.

"Poke! Poke them to death!" Malfoy, panting, ran his fingers through his hair and cursed angrily, "Poke him hard, yes, harder!"

"Move aside, let me do it!" Malfoy said, not satisfied, and took a picture frame from the corridor.

"Little wizard, what are you doing!" In the photo frame, a middle-aged man dressed as a baron looks terrified.

Malfoy ignored him and resolutely adjusted the angle of the picture frame, pointing the sharp edge at Harry.

Upon witnessing this scene, all the young Slytherin wizards gasped in shock.

The picture frames on the wall closed their eyes in fear.

They used to think Malfoy was just a rich young master, but now they know that Malfoy is indeed a ruthless person.

With this skill alone, the arrogant Malfoy has established himself in Slytherin.

"Malfoy, don't be impulsive!" Harry felt a chill behind him and cried out in alarm, "Don't be impulsive, Malfoy!"

Ron Weasley, however, was a tough guy. "Harry, let him do it. Don't worry, he'll definitely get expelled by Headmaster Dumbledore later!"

Harry: "..."

You make it sound so easy, but it wasn't you who got fucked!

Just as Harry was struggling desperately and the Baron in the picture frame was wailing in agony, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Draco, stop!"

Professor Snape's heart nearly stopped. Looking at Harry Potter with tears in his eyes, he admitted that he almost broke down.

"Make way for me!" As soon as Snape arrived, the young Slytherin wizards obediently made way for him.

He could allow Harry Potter to be bullied, and he even enjoyed watching Harry Potter being tortured.

However, people cannot, or at least should not, do this.

Snape absolutely could not tolerate the child of the person he loved being treated like that.

"Draco, get off Potter, quick!" Snape snapped.

Malfoy threw the picture frame on the ground, angrily saying, "Professor, it was Scar... Potter who struck first!"

Snape was furious; his face turned ashen.

Seeing this, Malfoy stopped explaining and looked down at his toes, not daring to utter a sound.

Snape looked at Malfoy, his face bruised and swollen, and Harry, who was screaming in pain, and sighed helplessly.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor, both deduct 50 points!"

"And you two, come to my office on Saturday night and get locked up."

Malfoy was overjoyed. Professor Snape's office was under lockdown, so wasn't that a chance to go out and have fun?

Harry was dejected. He could tell that Snape was very unhappy with him, and even though Snape had saved him this time, it didn't mean anything.

As he was laughing, Malfoy suddenly realized something, and his expression fell.

"Professor, I already received my punishment on Saturday. I need to go to Mr. Filch to have me put in solitary confinement," Malfoy added cautiously.

"I will be going to Mr. Filch's place every Saturday and Sunday, all the way until next Friday."

Snape: "..."

Snape glanced at the cautious Malfoy and said Snape, "Then you'll be spared your punishment, Potter. I hope you won't be late tomorrow night!"

With that, Snape turned and left.

Only a smug Malfoy and a resentful Harry Potter remained.