But in Lockhart's eyes, Snape's unusual reaction meant he had guessed right. He pressed his advantage and continued, "Severus, what sort do you like? My villa has a basement full of treasured collectibles. I guarantee there's something in there you'll like!"
"Oh, not saying anything? Don't be shy. How about... I guess first? You like long hair. You know, for a man, your hair really is rather long."
"You like someone talkative, because complementary personalities make a relationship last. You like... oh, no, you definitely can't like green eyes, because Harry Potter, whom you hate most, has green eyes..."
The Show-Off kept talking away, completely oblivious to Snape's increasingly dark expression!
Snape rolled up his sleeve and drove a fist straight into Lockhart's bobbing cheek. Afterward, as though he had touched something filthy, he took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped his right hand.
"Luo Bin, you ask him!"
If he kept questioning him, he feared he would lose control and beat someone half to death in front of a student!
"Sev... Severus, I... I touched a nerve, didn't I?"
"Mr. Lockhart, are you trying to talk your way out of being interrogated into telling the truth?"
"You... I... I'm not!"
His wandering eyes and stammering suggested that guess was probably right. Luo Bin raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Tell us, who ordered you to steal the list of Muggle-born students? What does that person, or perhaps organization, want?"
Damn it, that itch inside him—the desperate urge to spill his secrets—was back. Lockhart clamped his lips together so tightly they turned white, still refusing to say a single word.
Luo Bin reached into the Blue Cloth Pouch and felt something long, hard, and clawed. His eyes immediately lit up, and a sly smile spread across his