Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 264 Target

Mr. Potter:

In light of your good attitude in admitting your mistake, Hogwarts will inform you of the punishment for "damaging Hogwarts public property":

You will be subject to four periods of confinement by Professor Severus Snape this Saturday.

I wish you a safe stay in quarantine.

On Saturday morning, Harry finally received his punishment amidst anxiety and trepidation. Although confinement would cause him to miss Gryffindor's last Quidditch match, compared to Black's expulsion, Harry actually felt that the punishment for him was... a bit lenient.

It was with this thought in mind that Harry managed to suppress his dissatisfaction, even though Snape's detention consisted of copying his father's records of violating school rules.

Looking at the unusually well-behaved Potter, Snape was surprised. If he hadn't been certain that he had taken a record of violating school rules, he would have thought that Potter had copied Gryffindor's history of honor.

However... it's better to behave yourself, so as to avoid provoking Draco and his gang again.

Thinking of Draco, Snape's lips slowly curved into a smile.

He was also a Slytherin, and he knew very well how vengeful Slytherins could be. Potter causing Black to drop out of school was no small matter. For those fanatics who were practically trying to elevate Black to godhood, not tearing Potter to pieces was only out of consideration for Dumbledore's influence at Hogwarts.

But that's precisely the strange thing.

Slytherin is too quiet!!!

The silence was so profound that it seemed as if Blake's dropping out of school was their illusion, as quiet as the prelude to a storm.

And all of this is related to Draco.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Snape wouldn't have believed that the once unruly, puffed-up little peacock had, in just one school year, seemingly transformed into a composed and powerful figure.

Snape had initially worried that Slytherin's revenge on Potter would provoke Dumbledore's protectiveness, but now, under Draco's deliberate guidance, Snape actually hoped that the revenge would come quickly, rather than letting hatred take root in his heart and grow into a towering tree, ultimately... catching him off guard.

When the thoughtful Snape and the silent Potter teamed up, an amazing chemistry was created, and they actually managed to pull off a near-perfect lockdown!

But just as the time was almost up, and Snape was sighing that the torment was finally coming to an end, Harry's very untimely question shattered everything.

"What is it, Potter?"

Snape looked at the reserved Potter with a gloomy expression, his intuition telling him that Potter was about to cause trouble again.

Sure enough, under Snape's menacing gaze, the brave little lion mustered his courage once more and charged forward, "Professor... I want... I want to ask about Black's whereabouts..."

Snape's face darkened almost instantly, and he said, almost word by word, "Potter, Black has dropped out of school."

This is a done deal, and there's no going back!

Instead of worrying about others, why don't you focus more on your studies?

Didn't Dumbledore give you after-school tutoring?

Why don't you ask him?

You indirectly "drove" my "prized student," and you actually have the audacity to ask me where he/she is. I really don't know whether to praise your "commendable courage" or scold you for being "brainless."

"Can…………"

Perhaps it was because Snape's unusually restrained venom attack failed to deter Harry that he wanted to continue asking questions.

"enough!"

Snape interrupted Harry's question loudly, and at this point, he finally saw one more redeeming quality in Draco and his friends:

clever.

Wise people know to conserve their energy and ultimately deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

And yet you're still here, agonizing over a predetermined ending...

Snape was speechless and disappointed. He seemed to understand why Dumbledore was so insistent on winning Thea's heart.

“Potter,” Snape said coldly, “your detention is over. Now, leave my office.”

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Although he didn't understand the complicated look in Snape's eyes when he left, Harry was quickly and completely absorbed in the news of Gryffindor's Quidditch victory.

In the common room, Harry listened excitedly as Ron and the others described the exciting moments of the Quidditch match in great detail.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione in the corner, and then, without making a sound, Harry slipped out of the crowd.

He gently patted Hermione on the shoulder and asked her why she looked so worried.

Hermione still frowned. "Harry, I'm glad Gryffindor won Quidditch, but I've noticed something very unusual—"

"Too few Slytherins have watched the games!"

"They didn't fill the first row, and not a single person stayed until the end of the game!"

Hearing this, Harry's heart began to pound. "Perhaps it's because I didn't go?"

Even Harry himself wasn't confident about what he said.

“No,” Hermione shook her head, “not just today, but Slytherin has been acting very strangely lately.”

"They were always in a hurry... except in the classroom and... the library..."

Hermione didn't finish her sentence because she saw the same shock in Harry's eyes.

Thea.

This behavior is so familiar because it used to be Thea's most common style!

What is this called?

After you left, did we turn ourselves into your image?

What kind of melodramatic plot is this?!

Harry inwardly scoffed at the melodramatic plot, which seemed like something out of a third-rate novel, but the weight on his chest grew heavier and heavier.

In a daze, Snape's incomprehensible gaze suddenly became clear to him, and he understood the complex emotions contained within it.

He seemed to know what he had to do.