Chapter 101: Snape's Jealousy

The black lines on the Marauder's map formed every detail of the castle and grounds of Hogwarts. Tiny dots of ink moved around it, each labeled with a name in tiny letters.

Ivan leaned forward, holding his wand firmly in his right hand.

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

And then, BANG!

Suddenly, the rat slipped out of Ron's pocket. It jumped onto the table knocking over Ron's plate and glass of milk. It spilled a lot of milk and took off in the direction of the map. Harry hurried to grab the map.

Ron scrambled to his feet and cleared the table, but more dishes were knocked to the floor.

Mincemeat, butter, bread, plates and milk were splattered everywhere, and Ivan, Harry and Hermione scrambled to their feet.

In a panic, Scabbers quickly jumped to the floor and ran out of the common room.

"Oh, Scabbers!" Ron took steps in their direction.

Ivan's eyes were fixed on him and his hand held his wand tightly. He was ready to petrify him, but it was no use. As he grabbed his wand from under his cloak, his arm was accidentally tripped by Ron.

Ron wanted to go after Scabbers, but he tripped and took Ivan with him.

When Ivan raised his head again, Scabbers was already gone.

"Damn it!" Ivan shook his fist and put his wand back in his belt.

He knew he had missed a great opportunity to catch Peter. Fortunately, he didn't cast his spell and the movement of his hand as he raised his wand was very subtle, it shouldn't have been detected. Peter, who was concentrating on running, should not have been able to notice what he was doing. If he had noticed, Ivan would be in trouble.

But since Peter shouldn't be alarmed by him, Ivan didn't need to worry.

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

"Ivan, Ron, what are you doing?" said Hermione anxiously. She stepped forward and picked Ivan up, his face didn't look too good. She obviously remembered what had happened in the common room a month ago, and feared Ivan and Ron were fighting again.

"I'm fine I accidentally tripped over a chair!" Ron hurried up and patted his clothes, saying, "I'm going to find Scabbers. I don't know what happened, but he's suddenly gone."

"Don't worry, Ron, I think..." Harry didn't finish his words, when he suddenly froze and stopped talking, his eyes fixed over Ivan's shoulders.

It was Snape. Harry quickly stepped behind Ivan and Ivan heard him whisper, "Mischief over!"

"Potter, what are you doing?" Snape walked over with a sullen face. His eyes darted between the four of them and finally settled on Harry.

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

"Is it?!" Snape's voice was full of suspicion. "Are you two thinking about how to break school rules?!"

"No." All four shook their heads hurriedly.

"Don't think I don't know what goes on inside your blind, arrogant Gryffindor heads. The Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, and the Basilisk, what are you going to do this year? catch Sirius Black on his own?" Snape's mouth wore a sinisterly familiar grimace. "That's it, isn't it? Everyone at the Ministry of Magic has been trying to make sure that the famous Harry Potter doesn't get attacked by Sirius Black. But Famous Harry Potter keeps breaking the law, making all these ordinary people worry about his safety. He doesn't care about them. He doesn't consider the consequences at all. He's definitely going to catch Black alone. "

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Harry's expression was slightly confused 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 think he wanted that? There must be something he doesn't know.

"Don't you understand?!" Snape muttered, contemptuously. "Potter, what have you hidden under your cloak?"

"Nothing." Harry tried to hide his emotions.

"You're lying. I clearly see what you put there," Snape's eyes wandered back between them, finally looking into Harry's eyes.

Like coming into contact with a Hippogriff, Harry tried not to blink.

Snape had intended to use his momentum to oppress Harry into telling the truth, but when he saw Harry's emerald green eyes, he fell into his memories.

The atmosphere was a little strange. The two stared at each other and no one spoke.

Seeing them, Ivan was speechless. He told himself that Harry's eyes were very similar to his mother's. Was Snape remembering Lily?!

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

"Quiet, Granger!" Snape regained his composure, and his eyes turned to Harry's face, his expression turning to displeasure. "Why do you look so much like your father, Potter?"

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

"James Potter, he was also extremely arrogant, and his little talent on the Quidditch field also made him think he was better than everyone else. He and his friends and admirers would walk around the castle all day." Snape's eyes twinkled, "You two are awfully alike."

"My father wasn't arrogant!" Harry said without thinking, too late to shut up, "He wasn't, and neither was I."

"Your father didn't obey the rules either," Snape continued. He leaned forward, and his thin face was full of malice. "He thought the rules were for the lesser people to obey, not the Quidditch champion. The person who won the cup, he was so full of it..."

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

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

"I told you to shut up and say nothing about my father!" shouted Harry. "Don't think I don't know anything. Dumbledore told me the truth. My father saved your life. If it wasn't for him, you couldn't be here."

Hearing Harry, Snape's yellow skin turned pale.

"I can't deny that he saved me, but, did the Headmaster tell you why your father saved my life?" Snape whispered, "Or did he think the details were too harsh for Potter's precious ears to hear?"

Harry bit his lip and the others in the Great Dining Hall looked at them both in panic.

"I don't want you to continue to have the wrong image of your father, Potter," Snape's face twisted into a horrible grin, "Dumbledore must not have told you all the details. Let me complete the story. Your sainted father and his friends played a very funny prank on me. If your father hadn't chickened out at the last moment, I would have died. Nothing he did can be labeled brave! He saved me to save himself. If his prank had been completed, Hogwarts would have expelled him with his stupid friends."

Snape's messy teeth were exposed, his eyes glanced quickly to the teachers' seat, and Professor Lupin was sitting there.

Harry gasped and the situation seemed to be back to square one. The two men looked at each other with wide eyes. Neither was willing to show weakness.

"Professor, I'm sorry to interrupt your wonderful memory." Ivan's voice came at the right moment. "But I think at this time and on this occasion, it seems a bit inappropriate to recall these things, don't you think?"

Snape raised his head at Ivan's words.

He seemed to realize what he had just said, and when he saw that almost all of the students were looking at them, his face grew increasingly grim.