No one knows if Snape knows that Little Sirius is mimicking him, but everyone can tell when he angrily takes points off Harry.
After all, Harry was the first to get points, and he is Little Sirius' godson.
Anyway you look at it, Snape would vent his frustration on Harry.
"He's mad." That's how Little Sirius put it.
But the person involved, Harry, wasn't very happy, as Snape was targeting him.
More than once when Snape spit venom at him, Harry thought about throwing an Inverted Golden Bell and Cleaned Up, making the old bat spit out pink soap bubbles.
But he managed to hold back.
Oh well, it's festive time...
Yes, yet another Halloween has come.
The hall was once again decorated with a festive atmosphere, and this year there were no shadows—compared with the first year's Giant event, the second year's Snake Monster attack, this year's Little Sirius prison break incident was resolved perfectly and quickly.
Before everyone even got to experience any tension or excitement, Little Sirius was exonerated—and those Dementors surrounding Hogwarts were burned to ashes by Harry's flames.
Everyone was satisfied with this outcome.
The students at Hogwarts were satisfied that the danger was quickly eliminated, and the professors were satisfied that Little Sirius was exonerated—although one unnamed Slytherin professor wasn't very pleased.
The Ministry of Magic was even happier, Aurors didn't need to work overtime to catch Little Sirius, and Fudge scored political achievements, this wave was a win for all four.
Four times a win.
This year's Halloween theme was not quite the same as previous years, Dumbledore decided to hold a Halloween costume party at the school on this day of celebration.
This proposal got support from the vast majority, being able to have a costume party amidst the tense and exciting study life in school was simply great.
"What do you plan to dress up as, I mean, for tomorrow's Halloween banquet?"
In the Gryffindor dorm, Ron asked Harry.
Harry scratched his head, he had been researching materials related to Death God recently, and ways to break Black Magic Curses, he hadn't thought much about this.
"I don't know, I don't really have any good ideas at the moment." He replied.
"Why not ask Little Sirius, he's bound to have some good ideas." Ron suggested.
Harry thought for a moment and then shook his head, "Better not—it's fine asking others, but asking Little Sirius... gosh, mate, do you want to be targeted by the old bat too? I'd bet Little Sirius will dress up as Snape—or someone related to him."
"Why not?"
Ron was always strong with words.
"Or you could ask Hermione, I think Hermione might want to dress up as a character with you." Harry said, patting Ron's shoulder, high emotional intelligence.
"Good idea." Ron laughed and stood up, "I'll go ask her now..."
"Remember not to tell your two brothers, I mean those duplicates." Harry reminded him.
"No problem." Ron made an OK gesture.
He knew exactly how much his two brothers loved pranks, should they give him something funny, he'd quickly become the laughingstock of the whole school.
Just like those pesky Canary Cookies before.
In his mind, Ron even filtered the fact that the cookies were actually given to him by Harry, he focused on the cookies being handed over by his two brothers.
After Ron left, Harry continued flipping through the book in his hand until Sebastian suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Hey, Harry." Sebastian waved his hand in front of Harry.
"Seber?" Harry looked up, smiled at Sebastian: "Anything up?"
"Not really, just wanted to see what you're doing." Sebastian sat next to Harry, "I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things, but it feels like those things I forgot are almost coming back to me..."
"Don't worry, everyone is like this." Harry put down his book and said to Sebastian, "Sometimes I'm like this, especially the more I think about it, the less I remember—but once you put it aside and stop thinking, perhaps after a while it'll come back."
"Really?" Sebastian hesitated and nodded: "Alright, then I won't think about it for now, it's been giving me a headache these days..."
"Headache?" Harry asked with interest: "Can Ghosts get headaches?"
"I don't know, maybe." Sebastian shrugged, "Also, I heard someone say you're preparing to summon Death God?"
"Yes." Harry didn't hide it from his old friend, "It's my suggestion, because the news from the New Continent says that Voldemort seems to have sided with Death God, but Professor Trelawney's prophecy says he actually sided with the Demon King, so I think it's better to summon Death to ask."
"Very straightforward suggestion, Harry." Sebastian laughed, "I also know a bit about Death, actually, Death isn't as scary as they say."
"Maybe so, considering if Death really needed soul energy, you Ghosts wouldn't exist in this world." Harry shrugged.