Chapter 153: Son Pays for Father (Edited)

But Snape's gloom was quickly interrupted by Harry's roar.

He turned and looked at Harry, who was writhing on the floor, and Harry returned his gaze fearlessly.

"Where are Ron and Hermione? what have you done with them?"

Harry wished that the invisibility cloak in Snape's hand wasn't his, but something else Snape had prepared, but he couldn't fool himself, the invisibility cloak in Snape's hand was probably the same one he had covered Ron with.

A cruel smile appeared on Snape's face, causing Harry's heart to plummet, and his next words sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

"What do you think? would I have let them send a message and have Dumbledore brought in to stop me from getting the Philosopher's Stone?"

A great sadness gripped Harry's heart, he even temporarily lost the ability to think.

Ron and Hermione are dead? Because I brought them here to get the Philosopher's Stone...

Tears instantly filled Harry's eyes, as a wave of remorse and grief engulfed his mind.

And Snape smugly continued, "Do you know how much trouble your father caused me with the Invisibility Cloak? How could he not have prepared me earlier when he knew you had an Invisibility Cloak?"

As he spoke, he held up the silver invisibility cloak in his hand and shook it twice, then sighed excitedly, "I was planning to do everything I could to destroy this cloak, but now that it has fallen into my hands, I will be able to escape Hogwarts with ease."

"Ah~!!! Snape! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Harry, who had slowly recovered from his pain, struggled hard on the ground, his eyes were red and staring at Snape, and his mind was filled with hatred.

"Hehehehe..."

Snape laughed casually at Harry's look of hatred, remembering Harry's earlier words about holding him back for a while.

He waved his wand, and the ropes binding Harry immediately loosened.

"Kill me? Okay, let's try it then."

Seeing himself released, Harry stood up, raised his wand, and shouted the most powerful spell he knew at Snape, "Incendio!

As a first year raised in a Muggle household, Harry had few spells at his disposal, let alone powerful spells, and he and Ron had made the rare excursion to the library to learn them on their own, in order to teach Malfoy a lesson.

"Heh..."

Snape sneered and, with a flick of his wand, easily turned the golden light away from Harry without even reciting a single incantation.

Harry's heart sank.

Perhaps it was the illusion that had made him watch Fish and Professor McGonagall fight for so long, or the confidence they had given him to advance through the previous levels, or the way his classmates had trumpeted the name of "The Boy Who Lived," that had caused Harry to have quite the wrong idea of himself and Snape's strength.

It wasn't until he saw his spell easily deflected by Snape that Harry realized how far he was from a full-grown wizard, and at the same time caused him to wake up from his illusions.

Fisch had been able to fight Professor McGonagall back and forth because he was so gifted, and he had been able to pass successive levels because they, rather Hermione, had been so prepared and he had done so little.

The truth was that Harry Potter was just a young wizard, new to the wizarding world, and aside from his inexplicable title, he probably had a decent talent for flying.

At that moment, for the first time, Harry had a clear idea of what he could do.

But still, he didn't give up.

Knowing he was no match for Snape's magic, he would simply use his fists.

"Aaargh!"

Harry shouted and charged at Snape, both fists clenched tightly.

"Stupid!"

Snape spat out two words coldly and then pointed his wand at Harry and flicked it slightly.

The running Harry felt a sudden lightness in his body, and then he was pulled up and down in the air like a rabbit in a trap.

"Is that how you're going to stop me for a while? By your fists...or... That ridiculous fire charm?"

Snape sneered mercilessly as he looked at Harry, hanging upside down in mid-air.

"Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Despite hanging in mid-air, Harry continued to hurl his spell at Snape without relenting.

Of course, the result was no different, and he was easily brushed aside.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red light came from below and knocked Harry into the air, his wand instantly fell from his hand and landed in Snape's hand

Then, in a very mischievous move, Snape also cast several incantations at Harry.

"Ah!"

Harry let out a scream as he felt boiling water being poured on his face, creating a strong burning sensation, while large, ugly boils sprouted on his face, making it look like he had been stung by a swarm of hornets.

Snape's laughing voice rang out, and Harry shot out of the sky and fell back to earth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Go to hell, Snape!"

After landing, Harry endured the severe pain in his face and ran towards Snape again.

"Locomotor Mortis."

Snape cast a spell that tripped him, and Harry's legs instantly melted uncontrollably, and he fell hard to the ground, humiliated, at Snape's feet.

Struggling to support himself with his hands, Harry looked up at Snape, gritting his teeth angrily.

"I don't like the look in your eyes."

Snape met Harry's gaze coolly, then cast an eye spell on him.

"Ah..."

The pain in his eye caused Harry to reflexively cover it with his hand, and he fell back to the ground without the support of his arm, rolling on the floor in pain.

After Snape's torture, Harry was desperate, he was too weak to defeat Snape to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone, he couldn't even touch him.

In desperation, Harry shed tears of remorse and could not contain his anger at Hagrid and Professor McGonagall for not believing him.

But more than that, there was rage at his own incompetence and bitter hatred for Snape.

Unable to move, or even see anything, Harry began to insult Snape, rummaging through his mind for the most vile words he could think of and hurling them at him.

But soon, he couldn't even curse anymore.

"Mimble wimble."

At Snape's whisper, Harry's tongue forcibly stuck to his upper jaw, causing him to let out a "moan."

At the same time, Snape's muffled laughter rang in his ears, a sound of relief and self-deprecation that Harry, in his despair and rage, could not hear.

And the pain throughout his body had put Harry into a trance.

In his trance, Harry suddenly heard Dumbledore's voice: "It's time to stop, Severus."