“This class is not easy.”
Sherlock hugged his arms in front of his chest, watching Snape sort out all the medicine he had collected before walking out of the classroom.
After Snape glanced at him, he did not look at him again, and walked towards his office with the things in his hand.
Sherlock didn’t care about his attitude, so he followed him and came to Snape’s office.
Only then can their conversation be truly relaxed.
“Let me guess who the person staring at you here will be? That child from the Malfoy?”
Sherlock lay lazy on the chair, asking Snape, who had been fiddling with the bottles and jars as soon as he came back.
Snape’s voice was still cold, but at least he didn’t let Sherlock play the solo show.
“He is not the only one of him. There are many people who are staring at my attitude towards Porter.”
“Has he summoned you?”
“I set a time yesterday afternoon to let me see him on this weekend night.”
Sherlock asked in confusion.
“Actually, I really want to know what kind of mentality Voldemort would trust you again. In my impression, he should be the most suspicious person.”
“He never gave any trust to anyone.” Snape said calmly, “just like he kept saying that the people around him were his friends, but in fact he didn’t even give them the qualification to be a slave.”
“It’s just because he has enough confidence that the Death Eaters group appears. For example, Lucius or Kakarov, even if they had betrayed, they were still useful, and the mysterious people would give them a chance.”
“The same is true for him. For him, my current identity and usefulness are greater than most people around him, so he will still not hesitate to declare his ‘trust’ in me, even if he himself is not sure whether I will retain my loyalty to him.”
Sherlock shrugged.
“It sounds like you will be in a dangerous situation when you stay with him in the future. If he thinks you are useless, or your death will bring him greater benefits, then he will kill you.”
After putting all the students’ potions, Snape sat on the chair. His face was still so gloomy, as if it had never melted.
But in fact, Sherlock not only saw him melting, but his snot and tears were almost flooding like the Yellow River.
“It’s true for everyone around him, and do you think I’ll care about this?” he said coldly.
Sherlock is still in a mood at this timeCheer.
“Maybe I didn’t care before, but after Lily’s soul appeared, you haven’t really talked to her once, right? You just died with regret. Are you really willing?”
Just like the continuous anti-aircraft guns were stuck, Snape was held back by Sherlock’s words.
He seemed to be unable to say anything, and finally he could only take out a notebook from his drawer and throw it in front of Sherlock.
“Get the things away quickly.”