Professor Snape let out a cold snort, the sound carrying the bite of a freezing winter wind and scattering ice shards all around.
He cast a cold gaze at the Malfoy family, the disdain in his eyes growing even more intense, as if he were looking at a pile of insignificant ants.
"Hmph, reading? In a place of such hedonistic indulgence, what kind of books could one possibly read?"
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