Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 226 Queen Vivi and the Savior Tom Riddle
Unlike James expected, Snape was not provoked to take out his wand by his words as he had done before.

After all, he had practiced Occlumency for so many years. If he couldn't control his emotions, he would have been caught by Voldemort and chopped into pieces long ago.

In addition, he was getting older and more stable. Facing James's provocation, he just turned down the corners of his mouth and sneered disdainfully.

"Grow up, Pott." Snape sat next to Dumbledore. "I'm not interested in reminiscing about some house tricks with you."

"Okay, James." Lily helped James out at the right time and gave him a way out. "Let's listen to what Dumbledore says first."

After being ignored by Snape, James didn't know what to say, so he obediently listened to his wife's advice.

After all, if he insists on finding fault with Snotlout, he will become what Uncle Benshan said, "a stubborn person will become a double-edged sword."

He sat back in his chair, waiting to see what Dumbledore was going to say.

"Actually, what Snape said is not wrong." Sirius sighed and said, "If I had really gone to find Dumbledore and told him the truth, I would definitely not have been imprisoned in Azkaban for so long - but at that time, I was thinking about atonement for my mistakes. It was me who suggested that you replace the secret keeper with Peter Pettigrew, and I should have borne the consequences..."

"This isn't your fault, bro," said James fiercely. "It's the fault of the traitor who betrayed us, and the one who sold the information to Voldemort..."

"No, James!"

Sirius shook his head with a complicated expression. He raised his head, glanced at Snape, and said again: "I know you have a problem with Snotlout, but I still have to say - it is true that it was Snotlout who sold the news to Voldemort, but he also made amends afterwards... In addition, I need to point out that James, my brother - if you can listen to Dumbledore's advice and choose him as your secret keeper, you and Lily will not be killed by Voldemort at all. After all, no one can ask Dumbledore about your specific location."

As the saying goes, lies hurt no one, but the truth is a sharp knife. Even his good friend said so. For the first time in his life, James began to doubt himself in his heart.

Am I really an arrogant and hopeless person?

Lily reached out her hand and gently took James's.

"Dear," she said softly, yet with strength, "I believe in your choice."

Snape's eyelids twitched imperceptibly.

"However, I still suggest that you should know everything." Dumbledore stood up and said to them, "There are some things I was going to keep to myself, but considering the current situation and the misunderstanding between you, I decided to invite you to take a look at my memory."

"Your memory?" James looked up with a frown.

Lily also looked up, and her gentle eyes swept over Snape, lingering on him for a moment, and finally fell on Dumbledore.

"Mr. Flamel," Dumbledore said, turning back. "Have you got a Pensieve?"

"Oh~" Mr. Flamel showed a look of surprise, "Pensieve? That thing is too backward - please allow me to recommend my new product, here, it is this mobile phone."

He reached out, picked up the crystal ball on the table and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore took the crystal ball, looked at Mr. Flamel suspiciously, and asked hesitantly: "So - how do you use this thing?"

Before Mr. Flamel could say anything, Snape's face darkened.

It should be said that his expression has never brightened since he walked into the room and saw James.

"Dumbledore," Snape said coldly, "you swore an oath to me."

"Vows are meant to be broken, Severus." Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "Besides, I don't want you to be misunderstood any longer..."

Snape sneered, stood up, and said expressionlessly: "If you insist - but I have something else to do..."

He threw away his black robe, turned around and walked out.

"Stay."

Lily suddenly spoke, addressing Snape's back.

As smart as she is, she certainly has some guesses about what Snape has done over the years.

Snape paused, hesitating a little.

"Stay, Severus." Lupin stood up, walked to Snape and led him back to his seat.

Snape neither refused nor accepted, and just followed Lupin back to his seat.

It should be said that Snape didn't actually want anyone to know those things.

But the problem is, ever since he hurt Lily because of the 'Mudblood Incident', the two of them have been strangers and have never had any contact since.

Deep down, Snape hoped to be able to reconcile with Lily. Even if they couldn't go back to the way they were before, at least they wouldn't be like strangers...

So he only stopped Dumbledore verbally but did not take any actual action.

He sat back in his chair, his eyes looking at Lily, then quickly moved away as if burned by fire, falling on James beside him.

However, at this time, James was also looking at him.

The two men were like Flaubert sitting opposite the Alps. They looked at each other with disgust, snorted in unison, and looked away together.

"Use the wand," Mr. Flamel said to Dumbledore, "Use the wand to pick out your memory and place it in this crystal ball. It will take you to your memory..."

Dumbledore did as he was told. He used his wand to pick out the silvery-white threads of memory and put them into the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a burst of silvery-white smoke rose from the crystal ball, and then the whole room began to spin.

When the spinning sensation disappeared, everyone found themselves standing in Dumbledore's office.

It's Dumbledore's memory.

Something was making horrible noises, like some wounded animal.

Snape slumped forward in his chair, and Dumbledore stood before him, his expression grim.

After a moment, Snape raised his face. No one knew what he had been through. It seemed as if he had spent a hundred years of suffering.

"You promised me, Dumbledore... you promised... to keep her alive and safe..."

"She and James were wrong to trust others," Dumbledore stood by the bed, staring at the moon outside the window, "Just like you, Severus, didn't you also hope that Voldemort would spare her life?"

Snape's breathing was weak and his face looked painful, as if he was recalling the past that he didn't want to recall.

At this moment, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Her son survived."

Hearing this, Snape shook his head violently, as if he was shooing away a nasty fly.

"Her son is still alive, and he has the same eyes as his mother, exactly the same - I suppose you remember Lily Evans's eyes, the shape and colour, don't you?"

"No!" Snape roared, "Gone... dead..." "Is this regret, Severus?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, his tone somewhat contemptuous.

Snape clutched the clothes on his chest in pain: "I hope... I hope it's me who dies..."

"What good would that do to anyone else?" said Dumbledore coldly. "If you love Lily Evans, if you truly love her, then the path ahead of you is clear."

James's expression suddenly looked as if he had eaten a fly. Of course he knew Snape's twisted feelings towards his wife, but it was always unpleasant to be hit in the face.

If it was someone else, it would be fine, but the problem is that it's Snotlout...

He took a deep breath and continued looking at Snape.

There seemed to be a mist of pain in front of Snape's eyes, and Dumbledore's words seemed to take a long time to reach his ears.

"You—what did you say?"

"You know how and why she died... Don't let her sacrifice be in vain. Help me and protect Lily's son."

"He needs no protection anymore! The Dark Lord is gone—"

"The Dark Lord will come back, and when that happens, Harry Potter will be in terrible danger."

After a long silence, Snape slowly regained control of himself and was able to breathe freely. Finally, he said, "Very good...very good, but please don't tell anyone, Dumbledore! Only you and I know! You swear! I can't stand it...especially Potter's son...I want you to swear!"

"Want me to swear, Severus, never to reveal your best side?" Dumbledore looked down at Snape's excited and painful face, sighed, "If you insist...but I need to remind you that the boy may not understand everything you have done until he dies..."

The office disappeared and the scene spun again.

Harry's expression was a little complicated. He didn't expect that the reason why Snape always treated him well for a while and then turned bad was that he took the initiative to be a bad guy.

Only by playing the role of a bad guy can one avoid suspicion and become a qualified double agent.

But Harry didn't think about it the other way around - maybe Snape's dislike for him was not fake, and his liking for him at times was even more real.

Liked because he had his mother's gifts and his mother's eyes - and hated simply because he looked like James.

It can be said that a considerable part of the performance was performed in his true colors.

The way Lupin and Sirius looked at Snape also changed a little, especially Sirius, who even had a hint of admiration in his eyes for the first time.

If that's the case, then this old snot is not completely bad yet.

"That's all there is to it."

Dumbledore urgently cut off his memory and finally pieced together a positive image of Snape, but he couldn't let it be ruined by James the Cricket in the office the next moment.

"In fact, Snape did it." He said again: "In the first year, Voldemort's residual soul possessed Quirinus Quirrell and tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone... Severus and I have been protecting Harry in secret."

James was not someone who could not let go, and all the previous dissatisfactions were temporarily put aside at this moment.

"I admit it, old snot...Severus."

For the first time, James called Snape's name affectionately. Of course, he couldn't admit that he called him that because 'Snotlout' was adapted from 'Severus' and the change was unnoticeable.

"Thank you for protecting Harry."

Snape curled the corners of his mouth downwards. Although James didn't say anything nice and even sounded a little forced, it was already very commendable for this arrogant bastard.

You know, even when Professor McGonagall pressed James' head, she didn't let James and Snape say even a soft word.

Harry also stood up and said to Professor Snape: "Thank you, Professor..."

Since his parents have let it go, he naturally has nothing to say.

"Thank you." Lily also said gently: "Severus, thank you for your dedication to Harry over the years."

Snape suddenly frowned and turned his head away.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a few words.

"This is what I should do."

"In this case……"

Dumbledore stood up, very satisfied with the results. "How about we have a meal together in the Hogwarts Great Hall?"

"Good suggestion." Sirius also livened up the atmosphere. "We haven't had a meal together for a long time, Fork... Lily, when I was in Azkaban, I kept missing the meals you cooked..."

"Okay." Lily's eyes were gentle. "Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."

However, as soon as they stood up, they saw Madame Perenelle trotting over from outside with a frown on her face.

Seeing them stand up, she raised her hand to stop them: "I suggest you don't leave this room yet..."

"Why?" Sirius asked in confusion: "Mrs. Flamel, has something happened?"

Perenelle raised her other hand, which was holding a sheaf of newspapers.

"Take a look at this." She said worriedly, "Because you used the gem to summon the Potters, the timeline has undergone some minor changes... This alchemy room can shield the impact of the timeline changes, but if you walk out, you don't know what will happen."

Is it that serious?
Everyone looked at each other, and Harry quickly stepped forward and took the newspaper from Perenelle.

It's the Daily Prophet.

He quickly flipped through the newspaper, and Vivi walked up to him and stood behind him, trying to see what was written in the newspaper.

However, the front page of the newspaper shocked Harry.

Can the heroic resister Tom Riddle become the savior who saves Britain from the brutal rule of Queen Grindelwald?

The main writer was still Rita Skeeter, and there was a photo attached to it, showing a handsome middle-aged man giving an impassioned speech to a group of wizards.

It's Tom Riddle...er, Voldemort.

No, what are you doing to me?

Is this still Britain?

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)