Chapter 235: Why Is He Insulting Me?
Chapter 235: Why Is He Insulting Me?
With the necklace already around her neck, Silke had no reason to refuse.
They walked into the Great Hall together, and it was clear that Silke's mood had improved significantly from the beginning. This wasn't because of the luck potion Sherlock had given her.
It was because of the sweet talk he had just showered her with.
Silke knew that Sherlock had his own emotional baggage, and his feelings for her couldn't change overnight. However, she was unwilling to wait passively.
She understood that waiting idly would be futile.
It would only allow Sherlock to get used to her presence, making it impossible for her small, mischievous plans to ever come to fruition.
She needed to express her dissatisfaction and force Sherlock to change.
She wanted him to realize that they were equals, neither needing to protect the other nor take care of the other.
The relationship between Amy and John was beautiful and nostalgic.
But that was in the past. Now, the two people interacting were Vera and Sherlock, and their different roles demanded a different kind of relationship.
The Great Hall was already bustling with students having breakfast.
The students were still discussing the Triwizard Tournament, a topic that would likely dominate conversations for the entire semester.
When Sherlock and Silke entered the Great Hall, many students turned their gazes toward them.
They were the youngest professors in the castle, and most people had noticed their heated argument during the Feast the previous night.
While they were arguing, it was unusual for one person to place their hand on the other's head.
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed more like playful teasing than a genuine argument.
This scene left many of the older girls who had designs on Sherlock feeling disheartened.
Both professors were equals, and in terms of appearance, even the most confident girls in Hogwarts couldn't compete with Silke.
She outshone them in both inner and outer beauty, leaving these young witches feeling both sad and envious, but mostly because they knew they couldn't match her.
The students only saw the surface, but the professors sitting on the high table had heard every word of their argument.
They didn't understand the complex relationship between Sherlock and Silke, but they knew that two young people arguing over such matters must have a close relationship.
Moreover, it was clear from their conversation that Silke had come to Hogwarts to find Sherlock.
This realization made Professor Flitwick, who had been sitting at the long table eating breakfast since early morning, look at Sherlock and Silke with a peculiarly kind expression, his smile never fading.
Even while chatting with Professor Sprout, he would occasionally glance at Sherlock, making Sherlock, who was busy eating his grilled sausage, feel a creeping unease.
Just as Sherlock was feeling increasingly restless, Snape, with his perpetually sour expression and his usual black robe, sat down beside him, seemingly out of nowhere.
Sherlock looked at him in surprise.
"Aren't you always holed up in your office, having the house-elves bring you breakfast? Why are you eating in the Great Hall today?"
Snape's face remained as sullen as ever. As he poured himself a cup of pumpkin juice, he replied coldly.
"Just passing through."
Sherlock, noticing the faint beads of sweat on Snape's forehead and his noticeably heavier breathing, said with a strange expression.
“Are you starting your morning exercise?”
“Pfft!”
Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, was sitting not far from them and couldn't help but spurt out the milk she had just sipped when she heard Sherlock's words.
Snape actually going out to exercise was indeed a shocking and almost unbelievable event.
As Madam Hooch continually apologized to Silke, who was sitting next to her, and used her wand to clean the table, Snape didn't answer Sherlock's question. Instead, he calmly spread jam on his toast.
“Is it because you lost to me in two consecutive fights that you want to get in shape and take revenge?”
Sherlock said in a low voice, tsking.
“Still, it's not a bad thing for you to get out and exercise more.”
Snape took a bite of his jam-covered toast and replied with a sarcastic tone.
“With all the talking you do, how did your girlfriend even look at you?”
Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, then he turned to look at Silke and rolled his eyes.
“Fine, if others misunderstand, but can't you tell who Vera is?”
“I have no idea who she is.” Snape's face was full of impatience.
“True, this little girl has changed quite a bit from when she was younger. It’s normal not to recognize her; her hair used to be blonde.”
Sherlock muttered to himself.
Snape wasn't stupid; the information Sherlock had let slip was enough for him to guess Silke's true identity.
He looked at Silke, who had just helped Madam Hooch tidy up the table, with a shocked expression, and inadvertently called out a name.
“Amy!”
Silke raised her head in confusion, looking at the now transformed Snape, then turned to Sherlock, thinking he had revealed her real name.
Sherlock winked at her, mouthed "Uncle Prince", and she understood.
Silke gave Snape a faint smile and nodded lightly.
At that time, her interactions with Snape were limited. She had only spent a day in his room when Sherlock left the Leaky Cauldron, and then the three of them went to an amusement park together.
But that brief period of time had already placed Snape among the few people she had meaningful interactions with.
When Snape turned back, his gaze towards Sherlock became even more disdainful.
“Shameless.”
Sherlock was bewildered by the insult, looking at Snape with an innocent expression.
“Why are you calling me that?”
Snape added another insult.
“Pervert.”
He finished the last bite of his toast, drank the pumpkin juice in his cup, and seemed to be thoroughly disgusted with Sherlock. He was about to leave when he remembered something, pulled a small booklet from his robe pocket, and tossed it onto the table.
“This Sickle might be useful to you. If you don't need it, burn it, but don't spread it around.”
With that, he left the Great Hall.
Sherlock didn't bother with the "gratitude gift" Snape left on the table. Still bewildered, he looked at Silke.
“Why did he insult me?”
Silke, in solidarity, nodded forcefully.
“He had no reason to.”
(End of Chapter)
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