Sean could no longer hold his expression. He didnât expect that Snape would say something like that. He tried to open his mouth to say something.
But Snape stopped him, âDo you think that you can do whatever you want with Dumbledore on your side?â
âDo you know how stupid your behavior is?â
âIf the Dark Lord made a move, do you think you can survive at that time?â Snapeâs eyes were cold. His expression was very dark.
Sean spread his hands, âI trust Professor Dumbledore.â
Snape snorted coldly, âDo you think that after getting some support from Dumbledore, you feel that you are superior to others and untouchable?â
Sean was sorting out what Snape was talking about at this moment. Looking at the situation, Snape knows a lot of things happened in the background.
He punished Sean because he angered Tom and needed to do something to calm Tom down. Snape was really protecting him, although the way that he did it was a bit scary.
Sean said casually, âNo, Professor.â
Snape was obviously disgusted with Seanâs attitude. He tossed his robes and put his hands on the desk, âDonât let me see such stupid behavior again, Wallup.â
Sean blinked and asked curiously, âProfessor, who are you working for? Mr. Grindelwald? Professor Dumbledore? Or Tom Riddle, of course. It doesnât look like youâre doing it for him.â
Snape narrowed his eyes. His body slowly stood up. He raised his chin slightly and said, âDonât be so arrogant, Wallup. You donât need to know these things. What can you possibly attain by knowing this information? You think too much and shouldnât be asking about these things.â
âIâm just curious, professor.â Sean spread his hands innocently.
âPut away your curiosity!â Snape shouted angrily, âNow, itâs time for your punishment.â
Sean pouted, then began his punishment under Snapeâs lead. He needs to pick out the rotting and stinking ones from the pile of Flobberworm and the herbs for the next potions class.
This is obviously not a pleasant one. The smell of the Flobberworm is worse than a barn that has not been cleaned for two months. For every half an hour, Sean has to stand up and take a breath of fresh air.
Snape was writing something behind the desk, and when Sean stood up, he didnât even look at him. He didnât seem to want to talk to Sean at all.
After laboriously picking out a bucket of Flobberworm, Sean stood up, took a few breaths of fresh air, and straightened his back. He glanced at his watch, it was already afternoon, but he hadnât eaten yet, and Snape didnât even move the whole time.
Sean sighed and then put his eyes on the specimen jar by the wall. Those jars were full of things he had never seen before. It was weird and looked like disgusting things that were soaked in a green kind of mixture.
However, Sean felt it was not as bad as what he had just gone through, and he was watching it as he was taking a breather.
âYouâre here for a punishment, not for a visit.â Snapeâs gloomy voice suddenly sounded.
Sean turned his head and saw Snapeâs eyes.
âUnderstood, Professor.â He sat down and resumed his work.
âA person who canât even brew a potion will just stare at these things in amazement.â Snape mocked.
âProfessor, Iâm just curious.â Sean was a little unhappy. He just took a look while he was resting.
âLooks like the arrogant genius is trying to prove heâs not so stupid,â Snape said. âSo, whatâs in the square jar on the third shelf from the left?â
He muttered and looked at the jar containing something like a handful of hay. Sean recalled the knowledge in his mind and found that there was nothing that came up to his mind.
âI donât know, Professor.â
Snapeâs sarcastic voice sounded, âLooks like you canât prove anything, Mr. Wallop.â
âLet me tell you, this is the flint grass I just talked about in the last class. It can be used to make magic potion directly when it is fresh, but it must be soaked in ice water after drying to prevent combustion. Because the grassroots cause sparks and hot gas when brewed.â
Sean glanced at the jar, and sure enough, a few bubbles would pop up from the grass in the water from time to time. However, he didnât talk about what happened after drying it in class.
âIt doesnât seem like you thought about expanding on what you learned in class at all, but that was expected,â Snape said, âa fool never sees his own foolishness, let alone how to improve themselves.â
Sean rolled his eyes.
âProfessor, If you think Iâm not good at the class. Why donât you give me some books about potions?â Sean couldnât help but retort.
Snapeâs voice was filled with disdain, âEven if you have learned the basic potion well, do you still want to understand the art of it?â
âI originally had this notebook so I could study itâ¦â Sean muttered.
He suddenly heard the creaking sound of the chair being moved back, and he stood up. Sean turned his head. Snapeâs face was dark, and he came to Sean.
âDo you think you are worthy of getting that notebook?â Snapeâs voice was really cold.
âI thought it was given to me by Professor Slughorn.â Sean shrugged.
Snapeâs face got closer, and Sean could almost see his reflection in his dark eyes.
âDo you think youâre funny, Wallup?â
Seanâs face froze, âNo, Professor.â
Snape almost pushed Sean against the wall.
âYouâre getting more and more naïve. I wonder where you get that kind of influence.â
Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, âYou made me think of someone. Was it Potterâs old man or Sirius Black?â
Sean wanted to say that he didnât know both of them. But he smiled shyly, âProfessor, I just want to say that the fireworks back then were just a misunderstanding.â
Snape grabbed Sean by the collar, âGet out of my office!â
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