Looking at the overreaction of the system, it can be deduced - it turns out that damn "inertia" will also perceive that her idea may succeed?!

She had to go back and make up for it a little.

She forced a smile and said, "Does this method sound too whimsical?...... Oh, maybe he wasn't going to do that himself. ”

Snape glared at her fiercely, and after a few seconds, gritted his teeth and angrily asked, "You think Dumbledore doesn't want to save his life?!"

Liu Quan shook his head, and suddenly realized that this action was equivalent to a spoiler, and hurriedly said as if covering it up: "...... I don't know what he was going to do, maybe he was going to sacrifice himself like that......"

Snape stared at her viciously, let out a breath from his nose, and suddenly turned and strode in the direction they had come.

He seems to be planning to return to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor and convince Dumbledore to cut off his hand. Liu Quan thought.

But if she remembered correctly, Dumbledore used his wand with his right hand. At this age, it is a little difficult for him to write, button buttons, and eat with a spoon and fork - cutting off his right hand is equivalent to half of his life and not being able to take care of himself, she didn't think about it before, and now that she thinks about it, it is impossible for a man like Dumbledore to tolerate herself in that kind of predicament. Oh, that's a bad idea that can't be spoiled any longer!

...... Snape, however, seemed to be trying to use her bad idea as a lifesaver. She looked at the back of the black robe and thought with a wry smile.

Maybe he relied on the old wizard more than he thought. Although Snape was always not very vocal about Dumbledore, either disliked Dumbledore's sweet tooth or complained that Dumbledore was crazy and whimsical...... But more than a decade had passed since he had returned to Hogwarts as a Potions professor, and Dumbledore was perhaps the only one he could see who could be relied on, trusted, caring, and more reliable.

He didn't really have any real personal relationships with anyone. Lucius Malfoy seems to have a good relationship with him, but they both know that there is a lot of water in this friendship - perhaps there are also elements of mutual use and spying on each other. Such a friendship is naturally untrustworthy at a critical moment. Professor McGonagall was reliable, but she and Snape seemed to be only two generations, and had little friendship other than a comradeship. The same is true of Professor Flitwick - oh, or rather, his relationship with all the professors at Hogwarts is the same with her.

And what about her? In his eyes, there was probably more of an element of disgust? She had driven out the real Lily's soul, taken possession of Lily's body, and had been bobbing back and forth in disgust before his eyes for twenty years, always challenging his nerves and the bottom line of patience. Oh, maybe today, he would like to draw a line with her, and then wait for her to suddenly disappear one day, so that the person he truly loves can get back to his shell.

In this way, although Dumbledore has oppressed him over the years, and their friendship has not started very well—she still remembers the classic scene in the movie where Snape pleaded with a pale face and begged Dumbledore to help save Lily—but Dumbledore was always like an elder, giving him care and help at critical moments.

Perhaps Dumbledore intended to get more from Snape, but the unequal exchange gave Snape some guidance and tenderness to rely on, just as he had never received from his own father.

Looking at the long corridor that was already empty, Liu Quan sighed silently.

Looks like she's going to finish the night patrol for him tonight.

But for some reason, standing in the empty old castle at this moment, only the moonlight spilled in through the skylight in the heights, half reflecting the portraits on the walls, Liu Quan suddenly had a strange sense of unreality, as if the person standing in the castle at this moment, about to face the most cruel parting plot of this story, was not himself, but a puppet who was being manipulated, and the real self was floating in mid-air, looking down at this magic castle, looking down at everything that was happening.

Slowly, she floated in the air, as if she heard herself standing alone in the empty castle corridor, whispering a poem to herself.

"Are you okay over there? Do you feel lonely? Will the sky still turn red at sunset? Are the birds still singing on the way to the woods?...... Time will pass and the roses will wither?"

She read it slowly, and she could not remember when she had seen such a poem, but there was no doubt that it was now very good for her to stir up some of her feelings and emotions, and to be able to recite it silently in the deepest of nights, for courage.

"It's time to say goodbye, just like the wind has stopped and gone again...... Now, when night falls, will the candle be lit again?"

......

The days of waiting for fate to come were so painful that it took Willow Springs a long time to notice that something didn't seem right with Harry.

Of course, the current state of mutual dislike between him and Snape, and the quarrels and conflicts that erupted from time to time, were almost open.

It is true that almost all the students at Hogwarts are in a state of disgust or fear for Snape, but standing in Harry's position and openly expressing disrespect for Snape is also harmful to the development of the situation in any case - this is how Harry felt when he came to her and said that he had something to report to her.

And the timing of Harry's appearance couldn't have been worse.

It was a Saturday, and although it was a little cold, almost all of the upperclassmen had gone to Hogsmeade, along with the professors.

Willow Springs, sitting at an ash-covered table in the Pig's Head Bar, across from which sat a wizard.

He has short gray-brown hair, and if you look closely, you will see that his eyes are gray, and his facial features are very ordinary and not special.

He sat across from the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts, staring at her with a gentle, nostalgic glow in his gray eyes.

“...... Why did you make yourself like this?" asked the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts in a low voice. "This looks like this...... Makes you look a teenager younger!"

The young man curled his eyes, and a slight smile swept across his ordinary face. Then he replied, "Aren't you too?...... I've heard those little trolls bet to guess your age, and none of them said ......."

The Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts looked slightly dark.

"Who are you listening to?!"

The young man laughed, pushed away the beer glass on the table in front of him, leaned back, half-leaned on the back of the crumbling wooden chair, and said, "...... I'm sorry, but I can't sell my sources. And come to think of it, you didn't let any of them win, did you?"

The female Muggle studies professor was angry and amused, glaring at him fiercely.

"Why? Is it because they all guessed I was fifty?" she asked, half-jokingly.

The young man, however, shook his head earnestly.

"Oh, you know, of course not, Lily. His voice sounded mellow and charming, "They all guessed you were only twenty years old!

"Shhh

"If there's a rat that understands human speech hiding here, you're simply implying that-"

"Hahaha, I know, I understand. The young man raised his hands in surrender, but his gray eyes sparkled with a forced smile. "Listen, Lily, I've heard what you did when you came back there after you took over 12 Grimmauld Place—you deliberately used a spell to shake the dust off those old flannel curtains...... The old woman's portrait is on it, isn't it? and threatens to stick that tattered curtain to her portrait forever with a permanent sticking charm if she doesn't shut up?"

The female professor who taught Muggle studies at no point in her age coughed and replied solemnly, "I'm sorry. I'm not a philanthropist, and I can't bear that bad word in particular...... Besides, I don't have anything to scruple about - the Black family is mine now, and I can do whatever I want, just like they used to do with ...... What did to Siris—"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. His laughter was so loud in the empty and dilapidated Pig's Head Bar that Aberforth, the grumpy owner of the Pig's Head Bar, came out of nowhere and scolded, "Don't stay here, get out!

It was at this time that Harry slammed open the door of the Hog's Head Bar.

He seemed to have been looking for the female Muggle Studies professor for a while, and when he opened the door to find Professor Lily Evans sitting face to face at the same table as a young wizard, he seemed visibly stunned. Then, he quickly returned to his normal expression and asked a little hesitantly, "Professor Evans, are you—do you have time now......?" I have something important to talk to you about. ”

Harry had expected the young wizard who was meeting with Professor Evans to look displeased that he had disturbed his precious appointment—but what he was going to talk to Professor Evans was important, very important, and had to be said right away—but on the contrary, the young man didn't seem to be angry with him at all, but instead had a very complicated look in his eyes—a little excited, and a little self-suppressed strange look, to Harry— After staring at Harry for a few moments, he stood up abruptly, lowered his voice and said, "In that case, let's talk," and before Harry could thank him for his understanding, he strode around the table and out the door.

Harry could only watch as the unfamiliar young man strode out of the door of the pig's head bar. Then, when he looked back, he noticed that the expression on Professor Evans' face was a little strange—he thought it was like eating a canned herring-flavored Bibi bean.

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May 8:

hhh, so everyone should be able to guess who this young man is.

He just changed his appearance with a spell

Also, the "rat who understands human speech" that the girl said is, of course, referring to the worm tail.

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