Everyone inside flocked to the outside of the Great Hall, with only Snape behind.

He didn't mind letting the Dark Lord see his choice for himself. But seeing a task he had been fighting for for more than ten years fail, it still made him feel a little trance and unreal.

The fake Lily had repeatedly told him that Harry Potter would be fine. He thought to himself with a little mockery.

But she doesn't seem to have any prophetic blood. She also repeatedly told him that everything was going to be fine. But now everything is not good. Harry Potter is dead. Maybe she's dead too. That way, even if the Dark Lord is defeated in the end—hell, even the savior is dead—who else has the ability to defeat him in the end?—— everything won't get any better.

The thought flickered at his head. People flocked to the door, but he stopped. The beautiful dome of Hogwarts Great Hall had been destroyed by the battle, and he looked up at the cracked dome, and then down at the people who had not yet stepped out of the once imposing Great Hall—they had all stopped breathing, lying flat on the ground, their pale faces covered in blood and dirt, some covered with sheets.

He saw some of the students, apparently under the age of seventeen, and some of the girls who had been chirping like aphrodisiacs like shallow, love-minded Muggle girls. He recognized a few people, including Colin Creevey, the Muggle-born, photo-loving boy who had been petrified by the basilisk once when the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was opened, and the chubby, round-faced and slightly richer Ron Weasley who had been bent on making the babbling red-haired boy Ron Weasley her boyfriend.

He remembered that year Ron Weasley had almost lost his life by drinking Draco Malfoy's poisoned mead, and then, the round-faced Miss Lavender Brown, had gone on a rampage into the school hospital, and had squeezed away the fake Lily in order to get to the bedside, causing the fake Lily to stumble and crash into him, and if it was intentional or she had to, she was still holding on to his arm in full view—

Ah, these are the Gryffindor trolls who had caused some trouble at Hogwarts and caused him a lot of headaches, and he still has a vague impression. But what about the more young trolls lying there? how did they stop moving, stop getting up on their feet, and cause him more chaos and trouble? When this battle was over, he had a lot of labor to do for the little trolls - Hogwarts was in shambles, and he needed more confinement, more manpower to tidy up the castle and its books, items, potions......

He saw two adults lying side by side behind a nearby table—he walked over and was surprised to find that they were his nightmare, werewolf Remus Lupin, one of the members of the Marauder Four, and his wife, Nymphadora Tonks. Their hands were clasped together and their faces were calm. But none of them breathe anymore.

He took a deep breath.

Then he heard a noise behind him. He looked back and saw one of the Weasley twins, who had just fallen to the ground bleeding from his head and looked like he was about to die, trembling and trying to get up on the half-blown table.

He snorted coldly. The red-haired boy immediately straightened up as if reflexively, and almost immediately received a muffled grunt of pain from himself.

However, he quickly endured the pain, looked over here and asked, "...... Who is it?Snape...... Professor: Did someone you know die?"

Kid with an excess of curiosity. Snape thought coldly, glanced at Fred Weasley, and replied simply, "It's Lupin and Tonks." ”

Fred bowed his head and groaned, "Oh no!" and he hung his head in grief as if he were unprepared for the bad news, and stood staggeringly.

Snape wasn't going to let him go yet. He succinctly made up for the red-haired boy's sadness.

"And Potter. He curled his lips and said reluctantly. "I think Potter is probably ......"

Fred suddenly raised his head again, this action obviously caused him to lose too much blood for a moment of dizziness, he staggered for a long time before he could barely stand on the table, and asked with a pale face, "Harry?!Harry is dead?!How could it be—"

Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

Fred seems to have finally come to terms with this fact. But he looked terrible, as if he had been beaten a hundred times by Merlin, and muttered, "Harry is dead, so we ...... What to do?"

Snape said causticly, "Don't worry, you can continue to talk to him in the frame later-"

At this moment, a familiar voice was faintly outside the door saying something loudly, and his voice came intermittently: "Yes, Dumbledore is dead, but you didn't arrange it. He himself chose the way to die...... Arrange everything with the man you think is your servant—"

"Severus Snape is not your man...... Snape was Dumbledore's man, and he was Dumbledore's man since the time you started hunting down my mother—"

“...... You've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you?"

"Snape's Patronus is a deer, the same as my mother's...... Because he's loved her almost all his life, since they've been kids—"

Snape's face grew horrified. Fred looked almost trembling, whether it was because of surprise, fear, or the desire to laugh.

"He's better to stay in the frame in the future. Snape twisted his face and said viciously, "It's good for him and for everyone else!"

Fred's shoulders twitched uncontrollably, and he stole a glance at the expression of the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, and almost immediately fell to the ground with a pop, as if he wanted to pretend to pass out immediately, in order to escape the eerie atmosphere at the moment.

Snape strode toward the door of the Great Hall, his black robe tumbling menacingly behind him.

In the middle of the square, the broken boy who came back from the dead, sure enough, still had a scar and dirt on his face, but he stood there with a triumphant face, making a lot of nonsense.

"He begged you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

Snape's momentum had affected some of the students who were still near the gates of Hogwarts' Great Hall due to the congestion of the doorway. They all turned back to see who had come, and then dodged in panic like a pack of innocent fawns, leaving a way for him.

Outside, in the square, Voldemort was still in the mood to talk to this savior boy who couldn't kill him.

"He longed for her, and that's all," Voldemort sneered, "but after her death, Snape confessed that there were other women in the world, purer in blood, more worthy of him—"

Suddenly, a small voice came out of the crowd, "...... Professor Evans?"

Snape's swift footsteps slammed into the wind. Behind him, his flying black robe slowly condensed into a dark cloud of impending rain.

He stood there, turning his head slowly to where the tiny voice had come from. There was a group of little trolls with frightened faces and dirty faces, and I don't know which guy who is not afraid of death has lost his most basic reason and blurted out.

Snape guessed that the man was either Gryffindor, who was bold enough to die, or Hufflepuff, who gossiped about his life. Slytherin didn't bother to do this kind of behind-the-scenes talking! Not to mention that they weren't there now! And Ravenclaw still had some brains to know what to say and what not to say!

Minerva and Pomona are too accustomed to these little trolls! What they need is not the damn tolerance and love that Dumbledore has been preaching, but harsh discipline! More confinement! More labor service!

Snape twisted his features, his face grimacing, his eyes swept over the trembling little trolls huddled together, and said through gritted teeth, "If I knew who said that—he would be very lucky......"

He glanced at the panicked trolls for a few seconds, slowed down his voice menacingly, and continued in a low but clear voice: "Every night, labor service, seven o'clock until curfew, go to the cellar or find Filch, until the day he graduates from Hogwarts!"

The little trolls were pale and shivering, like a flock of ducklings that had lost their feathers and shelter in the cold of winter.

Snape angrily flicked the back of his black robe and strode towards the door. His blackened robes arced like a storm behind him.

He didn't notice that as soon as he walked away, the little trolls immediately came alive, whispering in a lower, less audible voice:

"He said as if we were all going to survive today, and then continue to be abused by him at Hogwarts - I don't know who gave him that confidence......"

"Maybe we're wrong - isn't Professor Evans a Muggle seed? she's not a pure-blood......

“...... But what other girl would pay attention to him but Professor Evans? Wasn't there a rumor that they were going to get engaged?"

"So, didn't he dance with Professor Evans at the Christmas Ball that year of the Triwizard Tournament?"

......

What they were talking about, or why they didn't forget to talk about it at the end of their lives, Snape didn't care anymore.

He finally reached the door of the Great Hall. He was not in a hurry to get out, but silently found a shadowed corner and stood still, and from this unobtrusive angle, he looked at the two men in the square—the opponents of fate.

Harry Potter's face was dirty, but he didn't look hurt or weak. He was holding a wand that looked a little strange, and he didn't know where he got it.

Voldemort across from him looked much brighter. It was still the same green robe that looked a bit like snakeskin, red vertical eyes, and slender fingers spread out, holding the old wand between his fingers. He was giggling, as if he thought something was interesting.

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June 17:

hhhhhToday I wrote a wild brain hole that I have wanted to write about for a long time!

That's what happens when the professor himself hears Harry's words

So I tried to imagine it!

Also, I think Fred must have laughed and trembled 2333333

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