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Snape
's
sallow
skin
had
gone
the
color
of
sour
milk
.
"
And
did
the
headmaster
tell
you
the
circumstances
in
which
your
father
saved
my
life
?
"
he
whispered
.
"
Or
did
he
consider
the
details
too
unpleasant
for
precious
Potter
's
delicate
ears
?
"
Harry
bit
his
lip
.
He
did
n't
know
what
had
happened
and
did
n't
want
to
admit
it
--
but
Snape
seemed
to
have
guessed
the
truth
.
"
I
would
hate
for
you
to
run
away
with
a
false
idea
of
your
father
,
Potter
,
"
he
said
,
a
terrible
grin
twisting
his
face
.
"
Have
you
been
imagining
some
act
of
glorious
heroism
?
Then
let
me
correct
you
--
your
saintly
father
and
his
friends
played
a
highly
amusing
joke
on
me
that
would
have
resulted
in
my
death
if
your
father
had
n't
got
cold
feet
at
the
last
moment
.
There
was
nothing
brave
about
what
he
did
.
He
was
saving
his
own
skin
as
much
as
mine
.
Had
their
joke
succeeded
,
he
would
have
been
expelled
from
Hogwarts
.
"
Snape
's
uneven
,
yellowish
teeth
were
bared
.
"
Turn
out
your
pockets
,
Potter
!
"
he
spat
suddenly
.
Harry
did
n't
move
.
There
was
a
pounding
in
his
ears
.
"
Turn
out
your
pockets
,
or
we
go
straight
to
the
headmaster
!
Pull
them
out
,
Potter
!
"
Cold
with
dread
,
Harry
slowly
pulled
out
the
bag
of
Zonko
's
tricks
and
the
Marauder
's
Map
.
Snap
picked
up
the
Zonko
's
bag
.
