Besides, given the nature of the tournament, he couldn't stay near Harry at all times. If danger struck, he wouldn't be able to reach him in time.
Fortunately, Dumbledore had thought quickly and found a way to keep Harry safe by making Hermione the safety officer.
If Snape took on the role himself, the other two headmasters would probably object furiously. But Hermione...
All he could say was that a reputation came in handy sometimes, even a bad one.
Hermione spread her hands. "How would I know? Maybe some student who doesn't like Harry played a prank. Someone from Slytherin, for instance? They seem to have hated Harry for quite a while."
Snape's expression grew even uglier, and he fell silent.
He had to admit that Hermione had a point.
Slytherin students who disliked Harry were a dime a dozen.
He was one of them himself.
Who knew whether some audacious student had used an underhanded trick to put Harry's name in, just to watch him embarrass himself or... get himself killed?
"How about I compete in his place?" Hermione suddenly suggested.
"You think you can just substitute for him?" Snape was so angry he laughed. "Do you think your family runs the Triwizard Tournament and you get to make the rules?"
Hermione nodded earnestly. "My family could run it, and I could make the rules."
Snape: "..."
All right, stop talking. This is getting a little frightening. Seriously.
Dumbledore added, "Let's give the other Champions a fighting chance. They're Champions, not volunteers for a suicide mission."
"Tch." Hermione shrugged. "It's just a tournament. With me around, nobody's going to die."
"At worst, those pretty eyes might accidentally get poked out by something."
Snape snapped his head up, seething with rage, and glared viciously at Hermione.
*That damned girl definitely