The iron door creaked and shook to the side. Snape stepped into the small, overgrown courtyard and opened the door of the room without much effort.

Everything in the living room remained the same—except for a few overly tenacious weeds and vines that emerged from the cracks in the wooden floor and struggled to grow upwards, nearly flooding half the room. The sofa and coffee table, all of which were not in place because of the battle that night, were left unattended, and were covered with dust. But it was because of the weeds and what looked like a foot of dust in the living room that Snape made an almost immediate discovery—

Weeds and vines show large traces of lodging. There were traces of dragging dust on the dilapidated floors—and along those lines, he could almost sketch what had happened that day: after landing in the living room with Nagini using the portkey Dumbledore had left for him, the serpent, enraged by the sudden incident, almost immediately attacked the victim who had been targeted by its master.

The thick dust on the ground showed the messy marks of its huge body dragging by, and it was possible to tell how long the tricky opponent had been circling with it, and in some places, its huge snake body seemed to coil up and rotate several times, but in other places, there were only long marks—it looked like it had raised its head, briefly locked onto its unfortunate opponent, and then immediately rushed forward and attacked it with all its might, perhaps aiming at their most vulnerable throat!

Snape didn't have to look in the magic mirror to guess how ugly his face was right now. The messy trails that dragged on the ground seemed to be a jumble of lines, slowly swimming to form a painting of its own—a white depiction of the dangerous situation that the fake Lily had encountered in the last moments of her life.

He'd been through so many hard battles that he could easily tell that there were marks in the dust on the ground that were obvious to the human body falling there and rolling to the side, and some marks that looked like she had rubbed off as she sat down on the ground and stepped back.

And at the end of it all, the most conclusive evidence was the small puddle of blood in the corner—not very large, and the amount of blood alone would not be fatal, but there was no doubt that the little puddle of blood that had dried up and begun to darken from the trail to the end of the road could only be left by her. For no one else would come, no one else would commit a life-threatening crime in this place that has been turned into a memorial site, and although two people were killed in this house sixteen years ago, all they had in them were curses, and they did not leave a trace of blood. So there is only one inference of the matter -

In the battle with the Dark Lord's pet serpent, there can be no one else who is wounded and bleeding.

Now that the Dark Lord has been killed by Harry Potter, it proves that one of his Horcruxes, Nagini, had been □□ before that. Because without destroying all of his Horcruxes, the Dark Lord would not have been killed.

Now, the serpent had been reduced to black ashes along with its master, perhaps long since it had been blown away by a gust of wind. But where was the woman who had killed the Dark Lord's Horcrux Serpent, and even if something happened to her, her body should have been left here, just like the tragedy that had happened here sixteen years ago, but it was empty, and there was nothing.

Snape slowed down, took a very cautious approach, and searched the entire level in great detail. He had searched every corner, every room, even every trace and trace on the dust, and yet he found nothing.

Finally, he followed the messy trail of drag all the way to the top of the staircase.

The staircase was carpeted, and he remembered that Brill had said that it was prepared in advance so that Harry would not fall and get hurt when he learned to walk—of course, after sixteen years, the carpet that had been fixed to the staircase had fluffed, curled, and tattered in many places, and had become erect from repeated soaking in water in the rain and drying in the shade, and the stairs were so dim that the light bulbs had long since stopped off. Snape had to pull out his wand and use a fluorescent charm to barely light the path of the small side in front of his feet.

Illuminated by that small circular halo, he slowly climbed the stairs. Suddenly, without warning, he stopped in his steps, and after a moment's pause, he bent down suddenly, and in the light of that little halo of light, slowly pulled up a long red hair from the water-stained carpet.

He slowly lifted the long hair in front of him, and the tip of his wand was raised, and by the faint glow of the tip of the wand, his eyes widened, and it took him a moment to make out that it was indeed Lily's hair.

The moment he came to this conclusion, he suddenly felt a burst of difficulty breathing for no apparent reason.

He tightened his fingers, clutched the long, weightless red hair in his palm, and looked out toward the narrow—now seemingly dark and endless—corridor at the top of the staircase.

He knew where that corridor led. The horrible room he didn't really want to return to—the room where Lily, or rather, Beriel—had been killed by the Dark Lord.

The tip of his wand suddenly pointed downward, and the small glow of the light slowly swept from his feet to a farther direction, and it didn't take a few seconds for the little glow to stop abruptly, for in the halo half of the footprints were clearly visible.

It's not easy to leave footprints on carpets – even old carpets that have hardened and hardened. But he was very lucky—or rather, unlucky—that half of the footprint was clearly a woman's, and that it was a heel part, and it was only by chance that it was left there—it was evident that the heel of the foot, because of the blood stains on it, had left half of the heel outline on the carpet when it fell heavily.

However, he didn't find this footprint until he walked here, which proved that-

The blood on the footprints could not have been Nagini's. Only when the owner of the footprint walked all the way here shed blood, and the blood slid down the calf and onto the heel, leaving a half-heel footprint here.

Snape felt a brief suffocation. It was almost exactly the same feeling he had experienced here sixteen years ago, and before he had time to think about what it meant, his body had already taken a subconscious stride, and in a few steps he had crossed the hallway to the door of the room that had been filled with screams, crying, grief, and anger.

In the short few steps, his brain remembered many things uncontrollably.

He remembered how she had crept into that room that night sixteen years ago. Strangely enough, in the midst of such a great outbreak of grief and weeping in his heart, he could still subconsciously distract a ray of attention and see the details that he had overlooked at the time—her green eyes that belonged to Lily flashed with grief and anger, with sympathy and compassion, and a certain powerless sadness; she picked up little Harry, who was crying in the little bed, and softly hummed a gentle tone to coax him; she glanced at him quietly, as if she wanted to speak—

What was she trying to say to him at the time? other than "I'm sorry"?

At the time, he didn't want to hear her say another word. Now, he found that even if he suddenly wanted to hear what she had to say, he didn't have a chance.

The ridiculous and ironic thing is that the last thing he said to her turned out to be - "drill the heart and cut the bones".

Snape felt a tightness in his throat. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the neck mercilessly and coldly, as if he wanted to crush all the emotions and words that came to his heart at this moment.

Of course, he remembered that before that she had spoken so boldly in front of the Dark Lord, the provocation of which would have almost broken through the ceiling of Malfoy Manor, and now he knew that it was all just to provoke the Dark Lord, to blur his judgment, and to mislead him into following her train of thought in anger that she was the master of the Elder Wand—

He heard his own footsteps, stepped on the wooden floor covered in old carpet and creaked from disrepair, step by step, and finally came to the door of the room.

He stopped at the doorway, hesitated for a moment, as if for a brief moment, he was afraid, afraid of what he was about to see in that room, and feared that what would come into his vision would be the same as sixteen years ago—Lily fell to the ground, her face pale and her long red hair covered half of her face messily, but even then he could see at a glance that she was dead, that her life force had disappeared forever from that shell, and that there was no such person in the world anymore.

However, his sanity also knew that it was not a good idea to stay here. Even if he suddenly lost the courage to look into the room, he had to take this step, enter the open door, and use his own eyes to verify one thing: that is—the life and death of Lily Evans.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickly opened them again. The door, which had been open for sixteen years, was close at hand, and it was daylight, and sunlight was pouring in through the open door, casting a small halo on the hallway in front of it.

With a flick of his wrist, Snape withdrew the glowing charm, his right hand clenched his wand tightly, and with great caution, he slowly stepped forward with his right foot—

Then, there was a momentary pause in his breath.

As if his breathing had stopped at that moment, he heard an irrepressible monosyllabic lament in his throat, mixed with shock, surprise, and pain. He felt his face tense for a moment, and the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing.

In front of him, next to the now-dilapidated cot where Harry Potter had been, there was a woman.

It wasn't quite the same as she remembered sixteen years ago, she was lying on her side, but the expression on her face was calm, and her clothes and hair didn't look very messy. After an imaginable battle with the Dark Lord's Horcrux Serpent, she was now lying on the floor of that room, the afternoon sun shining in through the worn window lattice, making her look like she was asleep.

She lay on her right side, her left hand resting on her waist and her right hand resting not far from her cheek, her pale hand stretched slightly, and there seemed to be a few small blood marks on her palm facing upward. On the ground beside her, the wand, which had been broken in two, was discarded there.

There was no fear or sadness on that miserable white face without a trace of blood, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and after looking at it for a long time, it would even give people an illusion, as if there was a faint smile next to the corners of his lips that seemed to be unbent—

Snape stared blankly at the room. His whole being seemed to be transformed into a stone statue, like a statue outside the headmaster's room, his features twisted and suddenly skewed, like a sandcastle washed away by a torrential rain, and soon it was gone, and his straight back collapsed deeply, and before he could realize it, tears rushed out of his sunken eyes, and soon blurred his vision.

He squirmed his lips, but he couldn't speak. He tried again and again, as if he could not believe that what he was seeing was the final end, and at last, after some effort, he finally made a sound, but only a few broken syllables, and his voice sounded horribly hoarse, as if it were about to become unusable—

“...... Lily?!"

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June 25:

I said I'm going to do something big![Kicked off.]

Don't worry about the girl, the girl just returned to the endless palace. What is left here is Lily's shell.

Let me give you some explanations from God's perspective:

The sister didn't leave because she was seriously injured and received a boxed lunch, the sister left voluntarily because she achieved the mission goal.

As for why Lily's body was left here, of course, it was because it was going to be returned to the real Lily

Hence the title of this volume, which is called Only Love and the Soul Can Live Up.

Because the ultimate question in this volume is, soul and appearance, which one will you like [Hey!]

Next update: 0:00 tomorrow.

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