Not any of those poems he had inadvertently memorized—or any of them.

Snape stared at the lines of ink for a long time, until he seemed to have some kind of delusion, and the lines of ink blurred and jumped in his vision, and finally came together and became—

The eyes of the young woman when she had just smiled politely at him!

The slightly curved smiling eyes had just been glimpsed, but he couldn't tell why it had left such a clear impression in his mind, that it had caused him to have this illusion, and perhaps he had just felt something familiar, as if someone had once bent his eyes at him and smiled warmly—

The song on the radio outside the bookstore was still a little annoying.

【And I will remember you

Will you remember me？

Don’t let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories】

He snapped and closed the book of poems a little roughly. Then he turned and strode towards the other end of the aisle, just as many times before he had strode down the corridors of Hogwarts, the hem of his black robe tumbling in waves.

He walked out of the aisle and skirted the row of bookshelves, but the young woman who had flipped through the book of poems and had a smile in her eyes that made people feel familiar was gone.

He was slightly agitated—and he didn't even know where it came from—as he hurried across every row of bookshelves and the aisle between them, but nowhere was there any sign of the dark-haired young woman. She looked like she had left here.

He finally made it all the way to the door of the bookstore, and he didn't see the young woman with the same black hair again. Just as the inexplicable restlessness in his heart rose higher and higher, his gaze wandered aimlessly and accidentally swept the window of the bookstore, but through the window he saw the crowd outside the store—

The young woman had indeed walked out of the bookstore, her back blending into the crowd outside the store, fading out of his field of vision.

He slammed open the door of the bookstore, the string of wind chimes hanging from the top of the door frame clanging loudly, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the strange glances that the other customers gave him, and hurried through the crowd in the direction where her back was gone. But she didn't seem to be aware of it, and her slender back seemed more comfortable than he was in the crowd, as if she was going farther and farther away, and soon he would not be able to catch up again—

"Bigonia!" he heard the sound in his throat.

Many Muggles looked at him in amazement at his call, and some even stopped, whispering about what was going on here—all of which he was tired of, pointing, whispering, unnecessary attention, strange glances—but he didn't have time for it for now.

He wanted to call out again, at least for a moment, to stop her back, her footsteps—but he found that he didn't know her real name, or if that face was what she was, what if she recognized the wrong person, what if she wouldn't stop, what if she thought he was calling someone else?......

The anxiety and turmoil in my heart rose to the highest point. Snape clenched the wand that had almost slipped into his hand in his sleeve, the tip of the wand poking his palm painfully. He wanted to shout "petrify", to put all these annoying, crowded, obstructive Muggles in place for the time being, so that he could rush over to catch up with her as soon as possible, and let him confirm why the inexplicable intuition that was in his heart came from—

He suddenly took a big stride, squeezing past the passers-by who stood in the way in the crowd that he felt most uncomfortable, annoying, and unadept at coping.

His face was pale, his cheeks were tinged with an abnormal, eager flush from some agitated emotion, his brows furrowed tightly from the distance that had never been shortened from the young woman in front of him, his jaw was tight, his lips were pursed tightly, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and his whole face took on an unapproachable line and demeanor.

Someone next to him may have looked sideways at him because of his actions and looks, but he didn't seem to notice the eyes of others at all.

But even though he had just shouted that name, the young woman in front of him, with an unfamiliar face and an inexplicable familiar back, never looked back and did not stop. And she walked faster and faster, and seemed to be very dexterous and agile in the bustling crowd, and the tips of the black hair that draped over her shoulders fluttered slightly with her brisk steps.

At the end of the corridor of this shopping mall is a sculpture. The sculpture faces the door at the end of the hallway, so it has its back to Snape and the young woman. From the back, the sculpture is in the shape of a young woman shopping, with several huge shopping bags stacked at her feet.

The black-haired young girl walked so fast that she was almost close to the sculpture, and once she walked around the sculpture, the stacks of shopping bags at the foot of the sculpture obscured her silhouette, making it impossible to track her any longer.

“...... Lily!"

In the midst of the crowds in the shopping mall, there was a sudden call like this.

At this moment, the girl happened to walk up to the sculpture. Her footsteps paused slightly—she couldn't tell if it was because she had slowed down because she was about to turn, or because she had heard the call.

The next moment she turned her head slightly—looking behind her.

Snape couldn't make out the look on her face through the crowd, and she seemed to just glance behind her aimlessly, but at that glance, it was as if their eyes met in mid-air through the vast sea of people.

Snape couldn't make out the expression on the young girl's face—perhaps surprise, maybe a faint smile, maybe it was just curiosity—but the next second, she resolutely turned back and turned lightly to the left—the corners of her skirt curled slightly, and then she walked around the statue, her figure obscured, and disappeared from Snape's vision.

The song is still sung on the radio in the mall:

【I’m so afraid to love you

But more afraid to lose

Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose

Once there was a darkness

deep and endless night

You gave me everything you had

Oh you gave me light】

Snape felt a pang of agitation for no apparent reason. He quickened his pace a little more, and was almost on the verge of running—but by the time he was only seconds behind to the statue, the figure of the black-haired young girl was gone.

He strode straight to the door in front of him and pushed it open.

Outside the door is another street. People come and go, and the streets are crowded. However, he looked around, and there was no sign of the black-haired girl anywhere.

His brows furrowed deeply, leaving a mark as deep as a knife cut there. However, there is no evidence that the black-haired girl's shell contains the soul that has disappeared for a long time. Everything was just that little unconfirmed instinct on his subconscious mind.

When he returned to 19 Spider Tail Alley, it was just dusk. Before he could rest, he keenly noticed—

In the long-rusted mailbox in front of No. 19 Spider Tail Alley, which is usually stuffed with all kinds of expired advertising leaflets and old newspapers, and has not been used for a long time, the pile of advertising leaflets that were originally half-exposed and faded by the wind and rain are now unknown to who has cleaned them up. The red "L" shaped pole on the mailbox has been pulled at a 45-degree angle from its original vertical angle - a very obvious sign that someone has come to deliver a letter.

Snape paused as he was about to enter the door, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly turned around, strode towards the old mailbox, and opened the door with a bang.

The tattered leaflets and old newspapers that had been piling up inside for a long time were gone. The inside of the clean, empty mailbox was restored, and only a clean white envelope was neatly placed.

Snape's fingers flickered, and almost immediately, he quickly pulled out the envelope and held it up in front of him.

The envelope looked like the simplest of ordinary envelopes that had been purchased at random in Muggle supermarkets. In the lower left corner of the envelope are several small floral motifs, but they do not look like lilies or begonias.

Snape quickly flipped the envelope and found that it was not sealed. He reached inside and found only a thin sheet of stationery in the envelope.

He took out the letter and unfolded it, and found that the paper was a matching design for the envelope, and the same floral pattern in the lower left corner. But that's not the point –

The point is, when the hell did this letter get here?!

Snape thought about it for a moment, but found himself at a loss.

For the sake of convenience, he has been in and out of the house at 19 Spider Tail Lane lately, either directly through the fireplace or by "apparition". In other words, it had been a long time since he had entered or exited directly through the gate - until he was about to go out for a walk.

But when he went out, he was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention to anything unusual on the other side of the mailbox. So the time of the letter's appearance here was a mystery—he could only judge from the fact that the envelope and the paper were as white as new, and the letter had not been in the mailbox for long.

Unable to deduce anything from the time it was delivered, Snape turned his attention back to what was written on the letterhead.

His gloomy eyes fell on the letter, and after a few seconds, the pupils widened slightly.

Because there was a spell written on the paper that he had never seen before. There is also a note on how the spell is used and its effects, the most important of which is "to bring lost souls to their places".

Snape felt his fingers tighten on the piece of paper, and his hands trembled slightly.

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July 8:

Ah, I miscalculated again......

Tomorrow will end this GE [.

Why do I always talk a lot at the end?

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