Chapter 101 Snape's Jealousy

The black lines on the Marauder's Map together formed every detail of the castle and the grounds of Hogwarts. Small ink dots moved across it, each labeled with a name in tiny writing.

Evan leaned forward, holding his wand tightly in his right hand.

He gathered all the magical energy in his body due to the immense tension; he could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeats. He was waiting for Peter's name to appear.

And then, BAM!

The rat suddenly emerged from Ron's pocket. It leaped onto the table, knocking over Ron's plate and milk cup. Much milk spilled onto the map. Harry quickly grabbed the map.

Ron hurriedly got up and cleared the table, but more plates fell to the floor.

Minced meat, butter, bread, dishes, and milk splattered everywhere, and Evan, Harry, and Hermione quickly rose to their feet.

In the midst of panic, Scabbers swiftly leaped to the floor and darted out of the Common Room.

"Oh, Scabbers," Ron took two steps in its direction.

Evan's eyes were fixed on him, his hand gripping his wand tightly. He was ready to petrify him, but it was futile. When he drew his wand from under his cloak, his arm was accidentally bumped by Ron.

Ron wanted to go after Scabbers, but he stumbled over a chair, pulling Evan along.

When Evan raised his head again, Scabbers had already vanished.

"Darn it!" Evan shook his fist and stowed his wand back into his belt.

He knew he had missed a great opportunity to catch Peter. Fortunately, he didn't cast his spell, and his wand movement was very subtle; it shouldn't have been detected. Peter, who was focused on fleeing, shouldn't have realized what he was doing. If he had noticed, Evan would have been in trouble.

But since Peter shouldn't be alert to him, Evan shouldn't worry.

After all, as long as he had the Marauder's Map, he didn't need to contact Sirius Black. Catching Peter Pettigrew was just a matter of time. He could run, but he couldn't hide.

"Evan, Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione said anxiously. She stepped forward and helped Evan up. Her face was very serious. She clearly remembered what had happened in the common room a month ago. She was afraid that Evan and Ron would fight again.

"I'm fine. I just got accidentally hit by a chair!" Ron hastily dusted himself off, saying, "I'll go look for Scabbers. I don't know what happened; he just suddenly bolted."

"Don't worry, Ron, I think..." Harry didn't finish his words when he suddenly froze and fell silent, his eyes staring beyond Evan's shoulder.

It was Snape. Harry quickly positioned himself behind Evan, who listened as Snape whispered to him, "The game is up!"

"Potter, what are you up to?" Snape approached with a stern face. His eyes roamed among the four and finally settled on Harry.

"Nothing. Ron's mouse accidentally knocked over his glass of milk. We're just cleaning it up," Harry said anxiously.

"Is that so?" Snape's voice was full of suspicion. "You're not conspiring to break the school rules, are you?"

"No." The four shook their heads quickly.

"Don't think that I don't know what's on your minds, you blind and arrogant Gryffindors. The Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, and the Basilisk. What do you plan to do this year? Catch Sirius Black on your own?" Snape's mouth displayed a familiar sinister smile. "That's it, isn't it? Everyone at the Ministry of Magic has been working to ensure that the famous Harry Potter is not attacked by Sirius Black. But the famous Harry Potter just keeps breaking the law, making all these common people worry about his safety. He doesn't care. He doesn't consider the consequences at all. He will definitely catch Black alone."

"Just I don't understand what you're talking about," Harry's face looked puzzled. Why did everyone think that? Whether it was Mr. Weasley, Malfoy, or Snape, they all thought he would go after Sirius Black. Why did they believe he wanted that? There must be something he doesn't know.

"Do you not understand?" Snape muttered contemptuously. "Potter, what did you hide under your cloak just now?"

"Nothing," Harry tried to conceal his emotions.

"You're lying. I clearly see what you put there," said Snape.

Snape's eyes wandered between them again, finally settling back on Harry's eyes.

Like facing a Hippogriff, Harry tried not to blink.

Initially, Snape intended to use his momentum to oppress Harry until he told the truth, but upon seeing Harry's emerald green eyes, he fell into reminiscence.

The atmosphere was somewhat peculiar. Both stood there staring, and no one spoke.

Witnessing their interaction, Evan was rendered speechless. It is said that Harry's eyes are very similar to his mother's. Was Snape remembering Lily?

"Professor, we..." Hermione tried to explain.

"Silence, Granger!" Snape regained his composure, and his eyes returned to Harry's face, with an expression of disdain. "Why do you act so much like your father, Potter?!"

"What?!" The group looked at Snape in surprise.

"James Potter, too, was extremely arrogant, believing his minor talent in Quidditch made him better than others. He and his friends and admirers simply strutted around the castle all day." Snape's eyes gleamed. "Both are dreadful."

"My dad wasn't a show-off!" Harry blurted out, it was too late to hold back. "He wasn't, and neither am I."

"Your father also didn't follow the rules," Snape continued. Leaning forward, his thin face was full of malice. "He thought rules were for the lesser ones to adhere to, not for the Quidditch champion. The person from the Goblet did, he was so full of himself..."

"Shut up!" Harry suddenly shouted. He had never been so angry.

"What are you trying to tell me, Potter?" Snape's black eyes flashed dangerously.

"I told you to shut up and not say anything about my dad," Harry yelled. "Don't think I don't know anything. Dumbledore told me the truth. My dad saved your life. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be standing here!"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Snape's yellowish skin took on the color of sour milk.

"I cannot deny he saved me, but did the headmaster tell you why your dad saved my life?" he whispered, "Or did he think the details were too raw for Potter's precious ears?"

Harry bit his lip, and the others in the Great Hall watched them both in panic.

"I don't want you to continue carrying a mistaken image of your father, Potter." Snape twisted his awful smile. "Dumbledore should not have told you all the details. Let me complete the story. Your supposed saintly father and his friends played a very amusing trick on me. If your father hadn't hesitated at the last moment, he would have died. Nothing he did could be considered brave! He saved me to save himself. If his prank had succeeded, Hogwarts would have expelled him and his stupid friends."

Snape's crooked teeth were exposed, his eyes quickly landing on Professor Lupin's seat.

Harry gasped, and the situation seemed to return to where it started. The two men stared at each other with widened eyes, neither willing to show weakness.

"Professor, I apologize for interrupting your wonderful reminiscence," Evan's voice arrived timely. "But I believe at this moment and on this occasion, it seems somewhat inappropriate to recall these things. Don't you think?"

Snape raised his head upon hearing Evan's words.

He seemed to realize what he had just said, and as he noticed that almost all the students were watching them, his expression grew increasingly somber.