HP - Shadow Monarch! [BOOK 1]

Chapter 198 - Exploring the Durmstrang Institute.

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Third Person POV

Durmstrang Institute.

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Snape followed the Hogwarts students, guided by the students and people of that school, to a specific wing on the third floor of the Durmstrang Institute.

"Are you okay? You seem a little distracted...", Clarisse asked, beside Snape as they walked down the corridor.

"I think he got very interested in that painting," Pandora commented.

"I'm not going to lie, it's true," Snape commented without hesitation, due to the painting being a portal to a powerful dungeon.

"So you plan to win the tournament then? I doubt there's anyone who has more chances to win than you," Clarisse commented.

"We'll see," Snape said, while looking at his status appearing beside him in a system window. No one could defeat him, he had everything at a level no one had ever reached before, even more so since he had all his experience recorded as a warrior of the order within him.

Nothing could stop him.

Soon, they headed to the dormitory where there would be a room with four bunk beds, but maintaining the same sex to avoid problems with a bunch of teenagers in the prime of their youth.

The Durmstrang Institute was quite strict, as the students accompanied them checking if everything was in order, while the teachers would also be on the same floor.

"Good night, Snape," Pandora said cheerfully, while Snape nodded and Clarisse also greeted him.

Snape could also see Lily watching from afar as she headed into the dormitory along with the Gryffindor girls.

At the same time, he could see Potter, Black, and Lupin, who were the only ones registered for the tournament, while Pettigrew did not seem to have enough skill and was not selected. They looked at him with a look of disgust, but none uttered a word directly. Of course, behind their backs, they must have hated him, but that didn't bother him. Snape no longer cared about them either.

Thus, he entered, finding the youngest student there, none other than Regulus Black's brother, everything indicating the future head of the Black family, the most talented. As he arranged his things, he looked at Snape with a calculating look, as he always did.

They exchanged a silent nod as Snape moved toward the bed with a student waiting for him with some nervousness, while Regulus shared a bed with a Hufflepuff student.

The student was from Ravenclaw, seeing his cloak after removing the coat they used to get there, as it was not as cold inside as it was outside.

"Mr. Snape, you can choose whether you want to sleep on the bottom or the top," he said carefully, not wanting to suffer humiliation before Snape, given his reputation still standing strong at the school.

"You can choose for yourself, it doesn't matter to me," Snape replied calmly.

"Alright, I'll choose the bottom. You can have the top," he said carefully, while Snape nodded and went to organize his things in a trunk left for the top bed.

Snape took advantage of the fact that it was still a little early and opened a book to read, making an armchair in the middle of the room to pass the time there.

He stayed there for a while, until he lowered the book and looked at the boy staring at him.

"Tell me, Regulus Black, how can I help you?" Snape spoke with a cold gaze, staring at the fourth-year boy who had shown himself skilled enough to be among them.