Chapter 660 (1/2)

”Your social life is no doubt - absurd, Miss Granger.”

A cold voice came from behind, ”I must ask you not to discuss such a topic in our class, so Ten points. ” Snape has come to them.

Then the whole class was staring at them.

Malfoy had a chance to show off the magazine to Harry.

”Ah, still reading magazines under the table?” Snape grabbed beauty weekly and said, ”well, it's ten more Of course... ”

Snape's black eyes lit up when he saw Rita Skeeter's article. ”Porter has to keep up with his wounded heart...”

The dungeon echoed the laughter of Slytherin's group, and Mr. Snape's thin mouth gave a discontented smile. To infuriate Harry, he began to read aloud. ”Harry. Potter's Secret headache - Oh, dear, what makes you so painful? ——A different boy, maybe... ”

Harry felt his face burning. Snape stopped every sentence and Slytherin laughed like hell. This article is ten times ugly for Snape to read.

”Harry Potter's benefactor must hope that next time he will put his heart on someone more worthy.”

”How touching Professor Snape laughed scornfully and rolled up the magazine. ”Well, I think I'd better separate the three of you so that you can put aside three or four corners of love and concentrate on my class. Weasley, you stay there, miss gringer, you go to miss Parkinson. Porter, come to the table in front of me. Now change seats. ”

Harry hurled his ingredients and schoolbag into his steamer and dragged it to the empty table in front of the dungeon.

Snape followed him and sat on his desk watching Harry take out the contents of the pot.

Harry decided not to look at Snape and grind the beetles as Snape's face. As the rest of the class quieted down, Snape said, ”all this pressure makes your already big head swell.”

Harry didn't answer.

Snape knew he had done it before. There's no doubt about it.

Let him take 50 points off before the end of the class?

That's the usual method.

”You're delusional that the whole wizard world is under your control,” continued Snape. He spoke so quietly that no one else could hear him (Harry continued to grind his beetle, which he could no longer break).

”But I don't care how many pictures you've published in the magazine, to me, you're just a disgusting little boy who always wants to ignore the commandments.”

Harry poured the beetle powder into the pot and began to cut the ginger. His hands trembled slightly out of anger, but he insisted that his eyelids should not be lifted, as if he did not hear Snape talking to him.

”It's not that I don't warn you, Potter,” snape said in a softer, more dangerous voice, ”a small, worthless celebration or - if I catch you trying to break into my office again -”

”I never get close to your office!” Harry yelled, forgetting that he was still pretending to be deaf.

”You can't hide it from me,” snape snorted, staring at Harry with a blank stare. ”I know who stole it!”

Harry glared back at Snape, determined not to blink, as if not afraid to be blamed.

In fact, he didn't steal either. Hermione took Snape's mantra skin when she was in second grade because they were going to use it to make trouble medicine.

Snape had been suspicious of Harry, but could not confirm it. And the other one was stolen by the man named Trevor.

”I don't know what you're talking about at all.” Said Harry coldly.

”You were not in bed the day my office was stolen! I knew it was you! Now, moody may join you, but I won't put up with your behavior any more! If you break into my office again, I'll clean you up! ”

”All right,” Harry said coldly, turning to cut his ginger. ”If it's necessary to go to your place, I'll remember your words well.” Snape blushed. He stuck his hand in his black robe and froze.