No matter how much the young wizards discussed it, they eventually had to return to their own beds when it was time to rest.
In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey drew the curtains around the bed, hiding Su Er from view, then went to rest herself.
Time ticked by.
Suddenly, a glow of fire appeared out of thin air behind the curtains around Su Er's bed. A figure's silhouette fell across the fabric, and soon, the fire flared again.
Nothing that happened in the ward disturbed anyone. Something seemed to have changed, yet it also seemed as though nothing had happened.
In the Headmaster's Office on the Castle's Seventh Floor, two people and a bird emerged from the flames.
Su Er rubbed the back of his head as he slumped on the sofa. Heaven knew what he had been through that afternoon.
Snape had taken him to the corridor no one dared enter all year round, saying he wanted to test what Su Er had learned.
What followed was one-sided abuse. I'm still a child!
Su Er hardly dared recall the scene. He had used every spell he knew, but Snape had casually deflected them one after another, throwing up a defensive spell on the spot whenever he could not avoid one.
Throughout the entire session, Su Er had not even managed to break through his defenses, nor had he heard Snape utter a single incantation.
Just imagine: if Snape was already this powerful, what about Voldemort, who was even stronger? What about Dumbledore?
Terrifying indeed.
A single lesson from Snape had utterly shattered Su Er's pride in mastering two advanced spells.
Not only that, but while Snape was dueling Su Er one-on-one-no, while he was giving a weakling a one-sided thrashing-he had not forgotten to mock him.
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