The cloak was superbly made, its sheen mesmerizing in the dim light.
Snape glanced at the door of the Underground Classroom. Once he had confirmed it was locked, he walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, revealing several identical black cloaks.
After taking off his old cloak and putting it away, Snape slipped on the brand-new one. He turned his head to look at its smooth fabric, then paced around the room.
The cloak swished with his movements, its colors shimmering.
Snape frowned. Was it just an ordinary cloak?
"Fly!"
Snape spoke in a low voice. The cloak did not react.
"Flight!"
After striking flying poses and hopping around the Underground Classroom for a while, Snape stopped, his expression unchanged, and walked over to the door.
A murderous gleam shone in his black eyes as he tilted his head to listen to the sounds outside.
Several foreign accents gradually faded into the distance, accompanied by cheerful footsteps.
They were probably students from the other schools. They were always running around the castle, treating it like some puzzle-solving playground.
Several times, he, Minerva, and Flitwick had been forced to rescue students stuck in various places. They were just as annoying as Gryffindors!
He sat back down and began considering where things had gone wrong. Had I not made myself clear enough?
But after thinking for almost an hour, Snape still had no answer. He looked down at his cloak again.
To be fair, it was a fine cloak. It was not quite what he had imagined, but the design was fresh and distinctive. That thought made Snape feel considerably better, and he waved his wand casually.
After putting away the presents scattered across the floor, Snape left the Underground Classroom in his new clothes.
Zhang Xiao snapped his fingers