Do not talk back to Snape

Sean's honest expression could not pretend at once, he did not expect, Snape to direct a showdown.

　　He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

　　But Snape continued: "Do you think that having gotten Dumbledore's favor, you can do whatever you want?"

　　"Do you know how stupid you are acting?"

　　"If the Dark Lord does not do anything, do you think, with your little cleverness, can survive?"

　　Snape's eyes are cold, their expression gloomy like can drip water.

　　Shawn spread his hands: "I choose to believe Professor Dumbledore."

　　Snape snorted: "Do you think, from Dumbledore to get some information, you think you are superior, can not be seen?"

　　Sean this will be in his head is sorting out what Snape showed, look at this appearance, Snape should know a lot inside ......

　　So he closed his confinement because he had angered Riddle, and need to empty time to let Riddle calm down, Snape is protecting himself ...... although the object of this protection makes him less reluctant.

　　Sean said casually, "Not really, Professor."

　　For Sean's attitude, Snape is extremely disgusted, he flung his robe, and propped his hand on top of the desk: "Do not let me see such stupidity again, Wollep--"

　　Sean blinked, curious, "Professor, who are you working for? Mr. Grindelwald? Professor Dumbledore? Or Tom Riddle, of course, the latter is less like ......"

　　Snape narrowed his eyes, his original forward-leaning body slowly stood up straight, and then slightly raised his chin hard: "Incorrigible arrogance ...... Wallop, learning the secrets that you do not deserve will make you proud, right? But you think too highly of yourself to be bothered with such things."

　　"Oh, I'm just plain curious, Professor." Sean stretched out his hands innocently.

　　"Put away your curiosity!" Snape shouted angrily, "Now, it's time for your confinement!"

　　Sean bristled, then began his punishment under Snape's watchful eye.

　　He needed to pick out the rotten and smelly ones from a pile of Froebel caterpillars, and the rest would become the herbs for the next magic potions class.

　　This is not a good job, Froebel caterpillars stink than the smell of Shawn's uncle's ranch two months without cleaning the cowshed more excessive, every half hour, Shawn had to stand up to get some fresh air.

　　Snape was behind his desk writing something, Sean stood up he did not look up, he seems not to want to talk to Sean.

　　After painstakingly picking a bucket of caterpillars, Sean stood up and took a few breaths of fresh air, then straightened his somewhat sore back.

　　He looked at his watch, it was now afternoon, but he had not eaten, and Snape, as if he did not need to eat, sitting over there did not move.

　　Torment ah ...... Sean sighed, and then put his eyes on the wall above the specimen jars.

　　Those jars were full of things he hadn't seen before, odd and unnerving contraptions soaking in the glowing green potion.

　　However, Sean's immunity to these things is not bad, and at the moment just a curiosity to watch things.

　　"You are here to confine, not to visit!" Snape's grim voice suddenly sounded.

　　Shawn turned his head and saw Snape's unsuspecting eyes.

　　"I understand, Professor." He bent down and prepared to sit down and continue working.

　　"People who can't even boil a pot of passable magic potion are just dumbfounded when they look at these things." Snape mocked.

"Professor, just curious ......" Sean got a little upset, he was just stopping by for a couple of looks on his break.

　　"Looks like the cocky genius wants to prove he's not so stupid," Snape said, "So, what's in the square jar on the third shelf from the left?"

　　This is not confinement, how to test the knowledge of magic potions ...... he muttered and looked at the jar, which was a handful of hay-like stuff.

　　Sean recalled the knowledge in his mind and found that there was no relevant memory.

　　"I don't know, Professor."

　　Snape's mocking voice rang out, "By the looks of it, you can't prove anything, Mr. Wallop."