¡°SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!¡± Snape shrieked, looking madder than ever. ¡°Like father, like son, Potter! I have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee! You would have been well served if he'd killed you! You'd have died like your father, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black ¡ª now get out of the way, or I will make you. GET OUT OF THE WAY, POTTER!¡±
Harry and Hermione almost fell over Ron; they skidded to a stop right in front of him. He was sprawled on the ground, but Scabbers was back in his pocket; he had both hands held tight over the quivering lump.
¡°Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter?¡±
A large group of people was bunched around the bulletin board when they returned to the common room.
Snape's sallow skin had gone the color of sour milk.