When Ith suddenly opened his eyes, the familiar, slightly aged ceiling of the Potion office greeted his sight. He gripped the armrest of the sofa tightly, hoisted himself slowly to a sitting position, and met Professor Snape’s hawk-like, piercing gaze.
Ith blinked, struggling to recall what had happened, and his memory gradually cleared. He chuckled sheepishly, scratched the back of his head with some embarrassment, and explained, "Well... I just couldn't help myself for a moment. Who told that toad—oh no, Umbridge—to deliberately show me what was in the newspaper? I simply couldn't stand her smug look."
Hearing this, Professor Snape let out an imperceptible, cold sneer at the corner of his mouth. He crossed his arms, leaned back against the chair, and his gaze revealed a mixture of reproach and helplessness. "Even if you want people to remember you, you could easily do so through other, more dignified and meaningful ways. Those fabricated reports from the Ministry of Magic will only bring you negative effects. Do you think you aren't already conspicuous enough just walking down the street?"
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