Harry: I Have a Little Sister Now

Because Eileen was there.

Snape merely watched coldly without saying a word.

He seemed to be trying to kill Harry with his eyes.

But Harry remained utterly unfazed.

He even shifted into another sleeping position.

This made the low-pressure aura around Snape even more intense.

Even baby Eileen, who was usually very alert and hardly ever slept, quietly closed her eyes.

Terrified that her father would notice she was awake.

Second by second, time passed.

The sky was nearing dusk.

Yet Snape still stood in the same spot, seemingly without even blinking.

He had already cast a protective charm on Eileen to ensure the quality of her sleep.

He had all the time in the world to lock horns with Harry now.

He wanted to see just how long this brat could sleep!

If he had not been on the other side, wandering through an array of Potions ingredients with Lily,

he would have drawn his wand immediately and hit Harry Potter—who had once again become the annoying little brat he despised—with a Rennervate!

Who knew how long passed? To Snape, it felt like a century.

He and Lily had begun their return trip as well.

Just as his hand touched his wand, a yawn made him let go.

It was Harry. He was awake.

"Professor Snape!" Harry was so startled that he fell out of bed.

But what shocked Harry was not Snape's sudden appearance.

It was that he discovered the Snape before him looked exactly the same as before!

His hair was greasy, too!

Harry could not help wondering whether Snape had concealed his sallow complexion with makeup.

Or perhaps he had taken some sort of beautifying potion.

As for those muscular lines from before, perhaps they had been a temporary bodily alteration, a self-transfiguration technique similar to