Malfoy slowly rose to his feet, a self-satisfied smile on his face, and said confidently:
"Professor, my father has taught me from childhood to recognize the situation and make the right choice."
Snape's gaze grew complicated. The young witches and wizards around them began whispering, too. Most had chosen B, with a few choosing A.
Perhaps they would not choose to stand up and fight, but choosing to join the Evil Forces, as Malfoy had... still made them uncomfortable.
"But!" Malfoy ignored the murmurs around him. "Inspired by my good friend Zhang, and through my own studies, I've come to believe that joining them and looking for an opportunity is the intelligent choice!"
Well, well. You're trying to take over Snape's job!
Zhang Xiao nearly laughed aloud. Snape's expression grew even more complicated, and he simply waved Malfoy back into his seat.
After sitting down, Little Ma even raised his eyebrows smugly at Zhang Xiao.
"Zhang, wasn't my answer full of wisdom?"
Beside them, Harry and Ron, who had only just fully woken up, buried their faces in their arms and mimed throwing up. Malfoy's face instantly flushed red.
"Yes, full of wisdom. A very good answer. Don't pick C next time."
I'm afraid your dad couldn't take it. Zhang Xiao patted Malfoy's shoulder and offered his sincere advice.
Next, Snape pulled out several more sheets of parchment, shaking his head as he delivered remarks such as:
"Congratulations. You've successfully killed yourself."
"Choose that, and you won't be far from death."
"Your mental state concerns me greatly."
"I suspect your head is filled with Dungbombs."
These remarks, low on actual damage but high on humiliation, left the young students teary-eyed.
He singled out Hermione's parchment in particular for several pointed comments.
"Look, just look. This is our 'Miss Know-It-All.' I