Severus Snape farts on... he farted...

Snape stood at the front of the classroom, his dark eyes narrowing as he watched the students brewing their potions. The only sound was the bubbling of cauldrons and the occasional clink of glass. Then, breaking through the silence, came an unmistakable, soft noise.

Snape’s face froze, but he didn’t flinch. His cold gaze remained fixed on the nearest student, who looked up in terror, clearly unsure if they had been the cause. With a slow, deliberate adjustment of his robes, Snape straightened, his expression unchanged. He cast a quick, disdainful glance around the room, his lips curling slightly as if daring anyone to speak.

No one dared.

He sniffed once, dismissively, as though the very air offended him. Without a word, he resumed his lecture, the moment erased from existence as far as he was concerned.

The students, however, would never forget.