Snape sat down in his chair and covered his face.
How many times had this happened?
The old man always tried to harm the Potter cub.
Every time he had all sorts of good reasons why he couldn't refuse, but why did he have to?
The little cub of the Potter family was obviously a kind and foolish boy.
Why did he have to stare at him to hurt him?
"He's so kind, I always feel unsure."
Dumbledore said solemnly.
Snape laughed sarcastically.
Oh, yes!
No one could be so kind, so kind that it seemed like acting.
Could they?
Snape had to admit that the child was indeed consistent.
"Dumbledore, just because you can't be kind doesn't mean he can't either!"
Snape sneered.
Dumbledore wasn't angry either.
He sat across from Snape and waited for him to calm down before he said with a little emotion, "Yes, yes, you are right, I really can't do what Darren did, people praise me as the greatest white wizard, not attached to power." In fact, they didn't know that I used to be a jerk too, and if something hadn't happened, I wouldn't be where I am now. I might have been crazier than Voldemort, and I'd probably have been making waves throughout the wizarding world. "
Dumbledore sighed, shook his head, looked at Snape, who still looked a little distressed, and continued softly, "I'm just worried that this child will go astray, and you and I both know that whoever has the experience of that child can't be good anymore." Yes, he used to be really kind, but after entering this magical world, there is a big name Harry to compare with, Severus, aren't you worried about him? "
Snape closed his eyes.
How could he not be worried?
He was worried about the Potter cub all the time, because the contrast with Harry Potter made him depressed, painful, sad, and jealous.
Both he and Dumbledore underestimated the sensation Harry Potter had caused in the wizarding world.
Everyone in the wizarding world knew Harry Potter.
Some of them saw Harry Potter as an idol.
Some saw Harry Potter as the enemy of a lifetime.
But it had to be said that Harry Potter was in a high-profile environment.
People who liked him, when they saw him enter Gryffindor, would show such a look, and even praise him for his purity of mind and as a warrior.
People who didn't like him, when they saw him in Gryffindor, would dismissively say that if so, that guy should be there.
At the same time, Darren Porter was the object of their comparison.
More than once he had heard the other three houses say that Darren Porter was not a good man, and if he was a good man, how could he get into Slytherin?
Coupled with the fact that Harry Potter had not looked for Harry Potter for nearly a week, almost everyone had this understanding.
There was such a statement.
He would of course worry that Darren would change himself. By saying no, he wasn't worried that Darren would become less kind, but that he would go astray.
At that time, no one knew what would happen.
He didn't want Lily's children to fall to that extent.
"Look, you don't really believe in him yourself, do you?"
Snape silently mocked himself in his heart.
But he still insisted, "Even so, I can't allow Potter to really accept the drill heart and cut the bone, if Voldemort knows that the greatest white wizard insists on watching the Potter family's cub being drilled by the drill heart, he may laugh out of his teeth!" "
"Ah, Severus, you've made me think too badly, as I said, I'm just going to Slytherin to observe Darren Jr.'s punishment, not to change what punishment he received."
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
His eyes looked calmly at Snape, there was no cunning in them.
Snape was stunned.
He turned around with some embarrassment.
"Well, I need to go to class, Dumbledore, find your way into Slytherin!"
He raised his wand and left his office like a gust of wind.
Damn Dumbledore!
In Potions class, he officially met the famous Harry Potter for the first time.
Looking at the face that resembled James Potter, he almost pulled out his wand and cursed him.
But he resisted the urge.
In order to dispel his anger, he began to ask questions about Harry Potter.
Yet he was stupid.
He didn't know anything.
He didn't inherit Lily's excellence at all!
But.
After watching Harry Potter look angry because of his deduction, he found that his mood had become happy.
Did Potter still have this effect on him?
Snape thought silently, this Potter was not too useless.
At the very least, he amused him.
So he began to wander around the classroom, trying to catch Harry Potter's other mistakes.
The anger that had been held back in front of Dumbledore had gradually disappeared.
But the students were stupid.
So many mistakes, had they read the book at all?
Fools!
"Teacher, I'm done."
Darren Porter?
Snape raised an eyebrow.
Did this little cub dare to take the initiative to find him?
Weren't the others afraid of him?
But done?
He walked over with a little excitement.
Did this child inherit Lily's talent for learning?
More than once in the past two days he had heard other professors praise the little cub's talent.
Could it be that potions were also his forte?
This?
Snape was shocked.
The potion was not the same color as it was in the textbook.
It was a little deeper.
However, Snape, as the master of potions, was shocked and unable to speak.
He had improved the potion!
Improved potions required a strong talent for potions and a strong ability to innovate.
As far as he knew, there were only a few families in the wizarding world that had the ability to innovate potions.
Was it possible that the Evans family had so many magical lineages in their ancestors?
This was not very difficult to understand.
It was also common for wizards to give birth to squibs, send them to live among ordinary people, and then cut off contact, and there were wizards for generations.
This child had inherited perfectly.
Snape was almost in tears.
He felt that if he and Lily had really had
a child, that child would be just like that.
Lily...
He laughed bitterly.