And then he realized that he had thought about so many things, and the old bee hanging on the wall still hadn't done anything. He became a little irritated, and asked impatiently, "What the hell are you trying to say?" I assume your eyes are not yet covered with sweet syrup—if not, you should have seen the pile of flipped bottles on that shelf, and there were quite a few. There are still a lot of fools to rely on to prove themselves as innocent and innocent as ball birds in front of the people at the Ministry of Magic with muscles in their brains—"

Dumbledore laughed awkwardly, pointed to somewhere on the shelf, and said, "Maybe you'd like to do me a favor to this poor old man who has no magic powers?" ”

Snape was slightly stunned.

And she left this thing for the old bee? What was in that bottle? Was it her real past that she confided in the old bee, or was it some memory she wanted to leave behind?

Dumbledore coughed. Snape realized that he had stood stiff for a few seconds. He glared at him in annoyance, waved his wand, and scribbled reluctantly, "The memory bottle about Bigonia is flying!"

A crystal bottle flew out of a corner of the stacked shelf and landed in his palm with a thud. The bottle wasn't full, in fact it contained only a pitiful speck of silvery-white gas that covered the bottom of the bottle. Snape stared at the bottle suspiciously, always feeling that Dumbledore had bad intentions for him to suddenly ask him to find it.

Sure enough, the old bee began to unscrupulously incite him to use the meditation basin to examine it without the permission of the person who had obtained the memory.

"I shouldn't have said too much to you—and you don't know, that girl forced me to swear that I couldn't keep all the memories of her, and especially not for you to see—oh, how could such a character be a Gryffindor? I guess Godric's old hat would have concluded that she was as good for Sly......therin as Harry had been," he sighed contrivedly, as if heavy and helpless, as if there was a great struggle of ideas going on in his heart.

"But...... Thankfully, I managed to make a mistake with my vows. When she asked me to take the oath, she thought we wouldn't cross paths by then, and she didn't expect me to go to her and get this—" He held out his right index finger and pointed to the crystal bottle in Snape's hand that contained only a pitiful bundle of memories.

"This is not limited by my vows. So I left it on without permission. ”

Snape, though he didn't think the imposter would be surprised by anything else, couldn't help but stare at him in amazement after hearing Dumbledore's words. Is this old wizard inciting him to ignore the wishes of that Lily herself, to exploit the loophole of Dumbledore's oath to spy on her heart or secrets that she doesn't want him to know?!

"Severus, I think you should know why Lily, Bigonia, joined the Order of the Phoenix in the first place. Seeing that Snape was motionless and did not immediately use the basin as he thought, Dumbledore changed his tone and asked very seriously and solemnly.

Snape pursed his lips and didn't answer him.

Dumbledore didn't seem to expect any response from Snape, and stroked his long beard with several bells and whistles tied with bows, and continued to say to himself in disgust, "You know, she did this out of deep guilt for you...... Although I personally don't think she needs to feel sorry for you, because she herself doesn't want to see everything turn out like this-"

Snape felt a string in his head finally snap and snap.

He resisted the urge to throw the crystal bottle in his hand onto the portrait of the old bee, tensed his jaw, and interrupted him stiffly: "Say, heavy, point!"

The man in a portrait next to him said dissatisfiedly, "Oh, Severus, you are so rude. ”

Snape glanced at him coldly. It was Phineas Nigelus Black, and his great-grandson, the stubborn old man who was as obnoxious as the big black dog.

Old Blake shut.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh, don't do that, Severus. I just want to express a little bit of my feelings about being an old man...... You don't know, it's heartbreaking to see that young girl sad—"

To stop him from uttering more upsetting nonsense, Snape uncorked the bottle and poured all the pitiful silvery memories into the meditation basin. Then, for some reason, he recited a spell, and two velvet curtains flew across the room and closed with a swish, obscuring the row of portraits of the former Headmasters of Hogwarts on the wall.

He heard the same "oh" from behind the curtain, some regretful, some angry—but in short, he thought they could finally be quiet while he watched a memory that seemed no longer longer ten minutes or less.

He hesitated for a second and buried his head in the meditation basin.

After a whirlwind of anticipation, he found himself in the office of the Hogwarts Muggle Studies professor. And Lily wasn't there.

Then he saw that the door was gently pushed open, and the person who walked in turned out to be the old bee.

Snape glared at him, unable to believe that he had one day developed this hobby of breaking into doors and peeking into other people's privacy. Then he noticed that Dumbledore's right hand had turned black, and that his way of walking was slow and bumpy. He suspected that this was Dumbledore's last day on earth.

But on such a big and chaotic day, many, many things huddled together waiting to happen, waiting for the final moment to decide everything. And at this time, what else is he doing here?!

Dumbledore's expression was solemn, as if he was looking for something in the room. But a few minutes passed, and he found nothing. Eventually, he finally came to his senses, raising his wand and shouting "Lily Evans' last file is flying!".

A crumpled crumpling ball of parchment flew out of the trash can at the foot of the table and slammed into Dumbledore's face like a golden snitch. Dumbledore jerked to the side with a agility that didn't belong to a dying old man like him, reaching out and grabbing the ball of paper just in time.

Maybe he should be a Seeker. Snape thought meanly.

But Snape didn't understand what Dumbledore had come here to do with the paperball. He didn't know exactly what time it was. All he remembered was that day he was busy between Hogwarts and the Death Eaters, and he didn't have time to care about Lily's whereabouts. However, in his memory, she did strangely disappear for a long time that day, until—

He frowned suddenly, unwilling to reminisce. Now without the old bee explaining it to him, he could have deduced that she, too, was like him, lurking somewhere in this great ancient and sacred castle, quietly waiting for the moment to decide their final fate.

He had resented Dumbledore for not caring about his soul and only caring about being a father in front of those little trolls. But now he understood that there was still a man in this world who was willing to trample his soul under his feet and fall into hell in exchange for his soul being clean and whole.

He could now guess what she had decided during that long, difficult day. Even if that decision might one day push her to her own death, as happened later at Malfoy Manor.

He had an inexplicable instinct that he had no doubt that she had foreseen what was to come, so everything she did next was simply crazier than Bellatrix's—turning her face against him with a disarming charm without warning, suddenly disappearing after the Caro siblings entered Hogwarts and reappearing as Bigonia, stopping him when he was about to answer Voldemort's call, and being captured by the thugs in the form of Lily Evans when he finally arrived at Malfoy Manor......

He felt a palpitation. He didn't dare to think any further.

But, he thought, with that Lily's character, if she was willing to leave Dumbledore with one last message, she would never just crumple up the unfinished letter and throw it here without sending it, and just disappear casually. He had to admit that she did have some Gryffindor elements in her personality like the real Lily, cheerful, outgoing, enthusiastic, and sunny...... And he knows how to talk and listen better - although he doesn't want to admit it, but that's what is called "empathy", right?

So, did she hastily crumple up the paper and throw it here because she didn't feel the need for it to be passed on, or was there something happening that prevented her from destroying it completely and had to leave immediately?

He walked up behind Dumbledore and watched as Dumbledore used a spell to restore the parchment to its previous level before it had been ravaged by its owner. Then he unfolded the paper.

Somewhere was written on the piece of paper what he expected about what was going to happen next, or some secret that only she knew and wanted to tell Dumbledore.

There is only a short little poem on paper. And the language is clumsy, and the rhetoric is rough, and at a glance you know that it was not written by some famous and brilliant poet.

The poem doesn't even rhyme, it looks more like it was translated from some other language. The content is so simple that one almost wants to laugh at the person who wrote it, how clumsy the words are, and how naïve the mind is.

It can't even be said to be like a suicide note. But when he saw the contents of the paper, he had miraculously understood that this was a suicide note.

When he read the handwriting on the paper, an unbearable pain suddenly rose in his body. As if several Heart Drilling Spells had been superimposed on him at the same time, he felt that dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead in an instant, and it seemed that a hand was holding his heart coldly and hard and clenching it little by little, until his heart shrank into a small ball, and the blood in his whole body stopped flowing.

[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?/Can you receive a letter that I didn't dare to send?/Can I express a confession that I dare not admit?/Will time pass and the roses will wither?/It's time to say goodbye/As darkness falls/Will the candles light again?]

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June 29:

Okay, I know you're all looking forward to this poem!

Although this poem has been quoted many times by the sister before, it is basically in the sister's heart. So, this is the first time the professor has seen this poem (not counting the extra words

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