At this moment, Professor Snape's expression was unusually dark, as if someone had just punched him square in the face, bruising it black.
His eyes were locked onto the parcel in front of him as though it contained not Valentine's chocolate, but a ticking time bomb.
A strange atmosphere suddenly blanketed the Great Hall, falling deathly quiet. Even Professor Lockhart, who had been smiling just moments before, froze, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sensing the dangerous aura radiating from his colleague as well.
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