Little Lord Peverell And Those Who Confused

Chapter 2

Mr Snape was not a pleasant person, so Harry was a little suspicious when the man approached and introduced himself as a professor at Hogwarts. He didn't look like a good teacher, or someone fit to teach young children. On the contrary, he looked like a super villain, an eccentric fit to lock himself in dark dungeons.

Of course, one cannot judge a book by its cover. So Harry kept his mouth shut and said only what was necessary.

"Mr Peverell, when did you know you had magic?"

To Snape's question, Harry tilted his head, pretending not to understand, and answered innocently:

"I have magic?"

On the opposite side, Mr Snape, or Professor Snape gave Harry a pointed look. Perhaps if the other children sitting in front of Snape had received that look, they would have panicked or dared not say anything, let alone lie to him. But Harry was never a normal kid. He swayed his legs slightly, comfortably receiving the sharp gaze of the terrifying man in front of him.

Of course, Harry could totally answer truthfully – he knew he was special, or had magic, by the time he was five years old. But for some reason, Harry felt like teasing Snape. Like, he looked bored and monotonous with his ice-cold expression, and Harry wanted to see other expressions on this man. It was strange that Harry was interested in such a stranger. In fact, it was the first time Harry was interested in someone. He sensed there was something special about Snape, and couldn't wait to learn more about this grotesque man.

"Mr Peverell, you should answer my question seriously."

Harry puffed his cheeks, looking very offended when Snape didn't believe him. But under his razor-sharp gaze, the boy finally sighed, and said:

"Okay, I know about it yesterday, when the owl delivered the letter to me."

"Really?"

Harry smiled mischievously, didn't answer, but asked him back:

"Well? What do you think?"

On the opposite side, Mr Snape cupped his forehead, unable to believe that the child before him was not at all afraid of him. Merlin, even that little brat Henry Potter was afraid of him, and yet this boy could smile like that in front of him! The nerve!

Severus Snape sighed, feeling it was unfair that he had to take on this damn task. He looked at Harry Peverell again, and at last had no choice but to stand up and say:

"Fine. Get ready, I'll take you to Diagon Alley to shop for the school year."

Just as Snape was about to leave this pitifully dingy room, he felt the hem of his shirt be pulled back. Turning around, he saw only the kid's sad face.

"Shopping? But I don't have any money..."

With that, Harry lowered his head and looked down at his empty hands, swinging his legs and pouting. For some reason, Snape felt something heavy suddenly appear in his heart, making him uncomfortable. What was that feeling called? Sad? Sympathize?

Anyway, Severus Snape sighed once more, his voice softening and comforting the kid:

"Gringotts Bank offers a very low interest rate loan to Hogwarts students. You don't have to worry about money."

Immediately, Harry lifted his head, his sky-blue eyes glowing with hope. And they spooked Snape a little.

"Really?"

Professor Snape nodded involuntarily, then pointed at the door:

"Hurry up, we don't have much time."

Harry immediately smiled brightly, he quickly stood up, grabbed the bucket hat hanging from the coat rack, put it on his head and chased right behind the professor.