Harry laughed as if he had finally put his mind at ease. The laughter seemed to sound particularly harsh to Snape's ears. But the dull Potter couldn't feel it, and Snape heard him say happily, "Oh...... I knew it...... I once asked Professor Evans this question, and that's what she said to me...... You know, I once stumbled upon the meditation basin in Professor Snape's office...... I saw some...... Something very confusing. Later, the memory bottle that Professor Evans left me further strengthened my assumptions...... She gave me some detailed, immersive memories that you told her to hide in the cupboard while you were talking to Professor Snape?...... I thought it was ...... I thought it was ...... You know, that's why I said that later when I was facing Voldemort......"

Snape finally couldn't bear the pointless conversation, which only meant anger, amazement, and humiliation, and slammed open the door to the headmaster's office.

For a moment, all the portraits on the walls of the Headmaster's room, as well as Harry Potter, the only living man in the room, sitting at the long desk, turned in the direction of the door. When he saw who was coming, Harry looked a little panicked, quickly got up from the chair, and exclaimed, "Late ...... Good evening, Professor Snape. ”

Snape glanced at him in disgust, and asked coldly, "What if..." If you take the exam tomorrow, are you sure you'll get all O's, Potter?"

Harry froze for a moment, then shook his head blankly. "I don't understand, isn't the professor'........ exam rescheduled for October?"

Snape didn't bother to talk to him so much. In fact, he suspected that even if he were to satirize the great savior, with the savior's panicked appearance now, he would not have heard it as a sarcasm.

He waved his hand at Harry, as if to wave away a pesky Cornish elf that flew in front of him and annoyed him. "Potter, may I remind you that you are now the great savior who has saved the entire wizarding world. Suppose you don't have it in October. I guess the people who worship you are going to think that you just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide it?"

Harry was dazed for a moment. It was the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall that saved him.

"Oh, Harry, it's almost curfew, why don't you go back and get some sleep?" he winked at Harry, "I'm happy to be able to talk to you tonight." ”

The expression on Harry's face suddenly relaxed, and he flashed those emerald green eyes that disgusted Snape, and said goodnight to Dumbledore with great affection, and then said the same "good night, Professor Snape" to Snape very stiffly, and quickly left the headmaster's office.

Snape stared at the largest portrait in the Headmaster's room hanging behind the long table.

Dumbledore had already changed into a dressing gown in the frame—still a dazzlingly dazzling pattern of stars and moons—as if he hadn't seen Snape's annoyed eyes, and asked with a smile, "Oh, Severus, you're in a bad mood today?"

Snape glared at the portrait for several minutes through gritted teeth, and with a flick of his wand, two velvet curtains flew from either end of the room, covering the other portraits tightly.

As usual, loud and noisy complaints were heard from behind the curtain. The gossip of the old headmasters is not dead - or were they corrupted by the old wizard who had just joined their faction?

Snape stood erect at the table, birch wand clutched tightly in his right hand, and waved his hand again to cast the mute spell, the back of his hand whitening with exertion. He said word for word, "You shouldn't talk to that Potter about the past, Albus—especially when it involves other people's privacy!"

Dumbledore pretended not to understand him. He blinked, grinned, and reassured, "Oh, Severus, you're so nervous—come, sit down and rest." How about a glass of pre-bedtime milk? It will relax your nervous mind......" He clasped his hands in front of his face, and then extended his right index finger and pointed to the chair that belonged to the headmaster directly under his frame. "Harry needed someone to listen to the hardships and troubles he had been through...... He had made too many guesses, too many doubts and uncertainties in his mind...... And now the kids who grow up need to hear the truth, you know. ”

Ignoring his gesture of motioning for him to sit down, Snape said stiffly, "Yes, the truth is that you tricked me into risking my life to keep that little Potter cub safe, but in the end I found out that you kept him like a pig to be killed - you kept him alive just so that he could die at the right time!"

"How touching, Severus," said Dumbledore in the frame, solemnly, "are you really starting to like that boy?"

"Like him?" Snape cried, feeling incredibly ridiculous. Why did this conversation fall into the old rut so quickly, like the conversation they had here one night before Dumbledore died?

“...... What do you want to do if I don't break in in time to stop you, do you want that self-righteous little cub to understand that I haven't ruined the relationship between his fantasized father and his mother, or do you want him to know that the real Gryffindor Sword was not given to him by the impostor, but by me?......"

He stopped abruptly, glaring angrily at the picture frame on the opposite wall, his nose fluttering, as if he was at the height of his anger.

Dumbledore looked at him with pity from the frame.

"Severus, you should know what it means that your Patronus was mistaken for Lily by Harry, Bigonia. He said in a quiet, unquestioning tone.

"But...... You were the one who asked me to lead the little Potter cub to the Gryffindor Sword without his knowledge!You didn't let me reveal that I was the one who gave him the sword, because then Voldemort would see me in Potter's mind and suspect me ......" Snape suddenly roared after a few seconds of silence, letting out a hissing sound that resembled suffocation.

"Yes, Severus, I made you do it. Dumbledore replied calmly, looking at him with a strange look.

"But I don't have the power to control your Patronus's appearance. None of us have any. It's just you—only you can control what your Patronus looks like—"

Snape's face was pale, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be glaring out of his sockets, and he looked like someone had choked him.

"I remember the night I told you about Harry's true mission, where you cast the Patronus Charm as well. Dumbledore continued in a narrative tone that was not emotionally tinged, "Didn't you sense anything was wrong at that time?"

Snape seemed to be able to regain a little of his voice, and as if he had grasped a straw, he couldn't wait to shout, "At that time my Patronus was the deer......!

"That's right, Severus, it's a deer. Dumbledore stared at him from his frame with a strange expression, "But didn't you notice that the deer's color was already much lighter than the normal Patronus? as if a drop of ink dripping into the water was about to melt—"

"I thought it was because of the moonlight that night!" Snape interrupted Dumbledore loudly and rudely. His face flushed.

"Ah...... Moonlight. Yes, of course you can think so......" Dumbledore nodded in goodness, as if he knew how well he knew the situation.

"Your situation is special...... Severus, I would say that there has probably never been a person like you, who has to face the choice of whether the person in his mind is an appearance or a soul......" He changed his expression of thought and said slowly, "Maybe that's why the transformation of your Patronus can't be done before you realize it." ”

Snape took two steps back, his face staring at the portrait with horror unfamiliar to him.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. He said forcefully in a tone of refusal as if to escape.

Dumbledore sighed.

In other words, it is impossible for your Patronus to change on its own until you realize that the person you love has become another person. His blue eyes, hidden behind half-moon glasses, stared intently at his successor with a look of haste outside the frame. "When did you fully realize that you had reciprocated Bigonia's feelings in your heart before you even knew it, Severus?"

Snape let out a suffocating scream. His face was frighteningly pale, and the flush that had previously flushed with anger had completely faded. The question was so terrible that he felt for a moment that he would never seem to be mentally prepared to answer it head-on.

"I don't think I need to answer all your questions, Albus. After a long silence, Snape finally regained a little of his composure, and he replied to Dumbledore with a stiff erection.

"Ah, of course. Dumbledore replied good-naturedly, as if he didn't mind Snape ignoring his painstaking inferences and questions.

"You don't need to tell anyone the answer to this question - except Bigonia herself. He looked at the black-robed wizard with pity and sympathy, "If you ever see her again." ”

Snape's features twisted at that moment. Without hesitation, he turned around and walked in the direction of the bedroom inside, intending to end this ridiculous conversation that had lasted too long.

"Severus. The seemingly kind, but in fact cunning old wizard stopped him again in the frame behind him.

Snape stopped impatiently at the doorway to his bedroom, glaring at the portrait that was always as verbose and troublesome as he had been when he was alive, and which always gave him headaches.

The old wizard pushed the half-moon glasses on his nose and said slowly in a poetic tone, "What does the name matter?"

Snape glared at him, disgusted by his misery. Normally, nothing good would happen to him if Dumbledore made such an expression.

Like a philosopher, Dumbledore slowly continued to finish the second half of the sentence, which sounded very philosophical: "...... Roses are not called roses, they are still fragrant. ”

Snape choked, glared at him angrily, exhaled, and said in an unkind tone, "...... Do you need me to call Pomona in and talk to you about all this herbalist stuff?"

"Oh, Severus, it's okay, I can visit her in her office if I wish. Dumbledore replied with a grin, as if he didn't catch the sarcasm in his tone.

Snape didn't bother to pay attention to him, and he didn't want to delve into the purpose of his sudden remarks.

He turned abruptly and continued towards the bedroom.

Behind him, Dumbledore raised his voice again and said, "Maybe you should improve your knowledge of Muggle literature appropriately, Severus." ”

Snape's movements froze, and he turned back angrily, and asked viciously, "What do you mean, Albus? I have no interest in Muggle literature, and I don't want to know about it—I assume you can think that my time is precious right now......"

"Oh, oh, why are you so angry, Severus. Dumbledore sat down in the comfortable sofa chair in the frame, smiled at him good-naturedly, and said earnestly like a kind elder, "It might be helpful for you to know some Muggle literature." ”

Snape: "......"

Without saying a word more to the old wizard who was always in love with tricks, he turned his head in silence and continued his way back to the bedroom. The back of his black robe has fully explained his displeasure.

Behind him, however, Dumbledore also fell silent in the frame, as if he did not intend to take the opportunity to chase after him.

It's a real surprise.

In Snape's memory, Dumbledore was always adept at gently pushing others to the limit of his patience with himself, forcing others to walk like himself in the heart of the arrow, seeking balance, and achieving his goals with bruises. What he had done tonight was no different to Snape than the night he had ordered Snape to tell Harry about Harry's fate that he had to die of his own free will.

But that cruel task was not done by Snape in the end. He was a step too late, and the fake Lily had already sent the Potter Kid, whom he had worked so hard to protect for so many years, to the end of his life. Gryffindor was no worse than Slytherin, he thought.

And it's worse. Unlike Slytherin, who are good at hiding in the dark and desperate situations to find a way out, Gryffindor will play with his own life when he is ruthless.

Albus Dumbledore, for example.

Harry Potter, for example.

Like Lily Evans.

That impostor.

He had never imagined how many times in this Headmaster's room, when Dumbledore had asked him again and again to do something that was becoming more and more difficult to do, that fake Lily would hide somewhere in this room, peering out of his sight, his embarrassment, his reluctance, his helplessness, his struggles and irritation!

Perhaps her intention was only to prove for him at the last moment, in case he couldn't or didn't want to clarify his reputation that he had worked with the utmost sincerity for Dumbledore's plan and for the safety of Harry Potter, but he really didn't care about all of that, and what did she do for him that he didn't care about—so what finally touched his hateful heart?

He couldn't think of it.

Maybe it's all just some illusion, he thought. His transformation into the patron saint of the phoenix is a delusion, as is the false Lily's affection and devotion to him, which the nosy people have repeatedly emphasized after the war, consciously or unconsciously, and the fact that Lily, whom he met by the river as a teenager, suddenly becomes a different person, and the ending of the fake Lily who has died with Nagini in Godric's Hollow is also a delusion.

Snape pulled open the drawer of the bedside table with a slight irritation.

Oh shit, the dreamless potion has run out.

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July 3:

To explain, some of the content in this chapter has been tried before, but the two chapters I tried out have been replaced with new ones, and the number of words is more. You can go back and take a look at the new one.

I feel like there are about five chapters left in this volume, and then there is the deputy long line.

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