Snape, hearing Harry's words, felt an unholy fire sear his mind.
He gripped his wand, knuckles white, fighting the urge to cast the Killing Curse.
He stared into Harry's green eyes for a long moment before forcing out, his face a mask of rage: "What... are you... talking about?!"
Harry, seeing Snape explode just as he had before, knew he had guessed correctly again.
As they say: Once you find the head of the yarn, the whole ball unravels.
Harry's mind was clear. He quickly put away his knife, grabbed Snape's hands, and sighed. "Professor, you have truly suffered."
Snape ripped his hands away. "SHUT UP! Don't you dare say the disgusting thoughts in your head out loud!"
Harry, seeing Snape was a "firecracker" (一点就炸, yīdiǎnjiùzhà - 'lights with one touch'), knew the man was trapped by his own demons.
He thought: Malfoy just has the name 'Backyard Flower' and he's already a walking corpse. This Snape... he was actually violated, by a gang of them (一干贼汉, yigànzéihàn - 'a pack of thieving men'). Even a diamond-hard Arhat couldn't take that. He didn't hang himself... he endured. He is a true, iron-boned hero.
Harry suddenly felt a sense of respect. He bowed (a martial arts salute). "Professor, you are a true hero. This one is ashamed. Please forgive my earlier rude words."
If Harry had just said the last part, Snape would have accepted. But he had to add the "ashamed" part, which just confirmed Harry's delusion about the "non-existent assault."
Snape's face contorted. "I TOLD YOU TO STOP SPOUTING THAT NON-EXISTENT NONSENSE! ARE YOU DEAF?!"
"Professor, why hide it? This one is not a gossip."
"I'M NOT HIDING ANYTHING!" Snape roared. "You peeked at two seconds of my memory and you think you know everything?!"
"Let me tell you what happened, Mr. Potter! It was just my 'friends'... joking with me!"
Snape's roar was self-righteous, but Harry saw right through it.
"Professor, you can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself."
"If it was a joke... why were you collapsed on the ground? Why was your undershirt all messed up?"
Snape opened his mouth to retort, but Harry cut him off.
"And this one clearly heard you yell 'Don'T TOUCH ME'!"
Snape's throat felt like it was stuffed with charcoal. He gaped, but no words came out.
Seeing him silent, Harry sighed. "If this one guesses correctly... this must be the root of your... preference."
(Harry's logic: Snape suffered this trauma, his nature twisted. He acquired a taste for it. He couldn't resist finding others for the same act. It became an addiction.)
Harry's words were like poisoned caltrops, piercing Snape's heart. He wanted to hit Harry with three hundred Killing Curses.
He was about to refute this "bullshit" (狗屁, gǒupì), but... the memory of James Potter's Levicorpus... hanging upside down, crotch to the sky... How could he explain that humiliation?
He and Harry stared at each other.
Harry bowed again. "If this one is wrong, Professor, please, refute me!"
"SHUT! YOUR! MOUTH! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN RIGHT ABOUT A SINGLE THING!"
Just then, a rooster's crow slipped under the door, sharp and piercing.
Readers, Snape was already a powder keg. He couldn't take his anger out on Harry (which would just "confirm" the rumor), but now he heard the crow... he knew it was a student messing with Parseltongue. He had an outlet.
"THOSE IDIOTS! Do they think the Basilisk is a pet?!"
Snape threw the door open and stormed toward the sound.
The crowing was louder now, scraping the air, echoing in the empty corridor.
Harry heard it, and his brow furrowed. He tucked his robes into his armguards, drew his knife, and took his wand. He shot out of the room like an arrow.
As he left, he flicked his wand back, casting a spell at the door to Draco's detention room.
Snape, seeing Harry emerge "fully armed and radiating killing intent," paused. He turned his back to Harry.
"What did you hear, Potter?!"
"Parseltongue?"
Harry, moving fast, replied, "I didn't hear a snake. But that crowing is suspicious. There's something wrong."
"The crowing? What's wrong with it?"
"There are magic roosters every five or ten steps. The whole castle is 'ears.' If someone used a snake charm, they'd run. The snake would move. How could it only trigger one rooster?"
Harry's logic hit Snape. His face darkened. He raised his wand. "Expecto Patronum!"
A silver Doe erupted from his wand and sped off.
The two stood back-to-back. The crowing grew louder. Snape suddenly spun, grabbed Harry's shoulder, and threw him back.
They swapped positions. Snape faced the threat; Harry guarded the rear.
"Watch the back, Potter! I've already sent for Dumbledore—"
"BROTHER!"
Before Snape finished, Harry had lunged forward like a tiger.
There, holding his camera, stood Colin Creevey... frozen, like a statue.
Harry's aura exploded with rage. Snape, however, was staring at Harry's wrist.
"Potter."
"Your armguard is glowing. What does that mean?"
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