days at Hogwarts

Chapter 704 Answer
"Lily."

Snape stood there motionless, with the back of his robes and sleeves hanging to the ground, like a classical statue on a tragic theme, and his voice gradually faded, as if echoing in the valley.

Harry said nothing, as if he felt that this was enough and he was willing to stand here and look at her forever.

Loren and Dumbledore, two unrelated people, had already walked away for a distance. All that could be seen was the three people standing facing each other, but their voices could not be heard clearly.

The night wind blows, the clouds and mist dissipate, and the woods under the moonlight are exceptionally quiet.

"Sev...after graduation, I thought we would never see each other again."

Emitting a faint silver glow, Lily looked at her childhood friend who had opened the door to magic. There was no complaint or blame in her eyes, but a look of nostalgia on her face. "How long has it been since we had a good talk?"

"..." Snape's lips moved but he did not give an answer. Perhaps he could not remember clearly, or perhaps he did not want to answer.

"You seem to have become more mature and stable." Lily narrowed her eyes and spoke softly, "When we graduated, you were hanging out with the Death Eaters. I was worried that you would continue to immerse yourself in the world of dark magic and become a lonely, weird, evil wizard."

Harry silently agreed.

Yes, that's right, he is.

"I became the Potions Professor at Hogwarts." Snape said with a hoarse voice.

"That's great. I originally wanted to be a Potions professor, but the professor said I was too young and should see the outside world. I didn't have a chance to reapply later. Now it's good. You've experienced what it's like to be a professor for me."

Lily's voice was somewhat ethereal, and the night wind made it even more ethereal and distant. She continued to ask, "How are Harry's grades?"

Snape paused and replied tactfully, "Ordinary."

Harry wanted to retort, but when he thought about his report card, he suddenly lost his confidence.

"Ah? He didn't inherit my talent in Potions. What a pity."

"He has a talent for Charms and Quidditch."

"Charms and Quidditch..." Lily smiled, then said frankly, "He sounds more like his father."

"Personality, too."

"Then you should be very troubled."

Lily chuckled a few times, her eyes narrowed into crescents, her long hair swaying gently, not shying away from the past grudges, and she didn't seem to care that the man in front of her was one of the culprits who killed her and her husband. The tone of her conversation was more like that of a long-lost friend reuniting. "I want to laugh when I think of the way you two get along. You're obviously uncomfortable, but you still have to keep paying attention to and protecting Harry. You must have caused a lot of misunderstandings and jokes!"

"Yes, in the first few years of school, he always thought I was going to murder him, but later he became more sensible."

"Sounds like James' experience with you."

"He's better than that guy. At least he won't show off his Golden Snitch in the corridor. But he always likes to get involved in things he shouldn't be involved in, and he always looks stupid and overconfident..."

Snape recounted what happened back then. The memories came flooding back like a dam. His voice became increasingly hoarse, and finally he choked with sobs and could no longer speak.

He stared at Lily in front of him, paused for a long time, his lips trembling slightly: "If it weren't for me, Voldemort wouldn't have known the prophecy, he wouldn't have noticed you, you wouldn't have died, and you would have been able to accompany him to grow up in person instead of listening to me retelling it here.

"sorry Sorry……"

Decades later, the apology that he had not been able to say when he was young was poured out, as if the floodgates of his heart had opened. The Potions Professor tore off all his pride in front of his most hated student and kept recounting his crimes, as if he was speaking to the victim, but also to himself. "Okay, I forgive you."

Lily said softly, with a hint of helplessness, as if she saw the boy who came out from behind the bushes many years ago, wearing his mother's ill-fitting sweater. Later, he changed his old clothes, but he could never get rid of his inferiority and embarrassment. Those things that weighed on him drove him onto the wrong path.

Snape continued to apologize repeatedly, and stubbornly promised to re-organize the resurrection ceremony and make up for his mistakes...

"I've said enough!"

Lily raised her voice slightly, revealing the tough attitude of a Gryffindor girl. Looking at the bewildered Snape, she said "eh" in disgust and helplessness, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Snape's eyes, but her soul and entity just passed by.

Snape's eyes were filled with more guilt. She seemed relieved. "What resurrection ceremony? What equivalent exchange of death? You are so stupid. I don't understand why Dumbledore didn't stop you. You are really old and confused."

"..." Snape pursed his lips.

"That's it. Leave the Resurrection Stone here and you go find Dumbledore. Harry and I will be alone for a while." Lily turned to look at her son. Harry was so dizzy from the scene just now that he was standing there in a daze.

There was a gleam in Snape's eyes, and he handed over the black gem. Harry took it stupidly. The moment the Resurrection Stone was handed over, Lily's soul flickered.

Snape walked slowly and silently towards the two people not far away, and behind him he could hear the voices of a mother and son reunited.

"Don't even think about coming back to life. If I come back to life, what about your father?
“Things back then were very complicated, and it wasn’t his fault alone. Even if he hadn’t leaked the secret, the prophecy would have come true, only the process would have changed.

“Of course, if you really mind, just find a way to beat him up, and he won’t retaliate.

"..."

Snape paused, pretended not to hear and continued walking forward. As the distance between them increased, the voice behind him could no longer be heard.

……

Loren glanced at Professor Snape secretly, wanting to see if his eyes were red and if there were any traces of tears. However, the distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly whether he was crying or not.

Unfortunately, it was too dark and I couldn't see it clearly.

Snape came close to the two of them, and when he saw their gaze, his face darkened. He put on his expressionless face again and said calmly, "Did you two just join forces to defeat Voldemort?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Correction, it wasn't us, only Loren."

Snape raised his eyebrows, suppressed his surprise and continued to ask: "Is there a way to deal with the Horcrux?"

"We have destroyed five Horcruxes. Voldemort's soul cannot bear to be split further. Only one living Horcrux remains." Dumbledore briefly explained the current situation. "I heard that there is something wrong with the snake tree in Ilvermorny. I plan to go to Mount Greylock to take a look during the summer vacation."

"The Horcruxes he hid won't be discovered so easily."

"Well...if the Horcrux is not in Ilvermorny, I can only look for it slowly when I retire and travel around the world."

Snape frowned, obviously not thinking this was Dumbledore's real plan, and asked again, "What about Harry?"

"Lily will give him the answer, just like she gave you the answer."

"..."

(End of this chapter)