Chapter 211

“What do you know?” Seeing that Harry seemed to understand everything, yet wore a look of outright disgust—as if he couldn’t be bothered to get involved in their mess—Snape’s face darkened until it looked ready to freeze solid.

“Do you even know who that rabid dog is?” Snape glared at Harry, furious, disappointed. “He’s the one who got your mother killed.”

He had always hated Harry, but he would not deny that Harry was, in fact, intelligent.