This is...... Soul magic?!

He stood there for a moment, the look on his face cloudy. After a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and strode back into the house, slamming the door shut. Then, without wasting a second, rushed into the fireplace.

When he returned to the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was napping in his frame.

Snape strode over to the frame and unfolded the letterhead, only to find that the part he was holding on to was soaked with sweat oozing from his palm. He held the letter up to the frame, waking Dumbledore up.

"Look at this. He said simply.

Dumbledore opened his eyes, yawned, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned his face as close as he could, and after a few seconds of fixed staring, the lazy look on his face disappeared, and he looked extremely serious.

"Where did this come from, Severus?" he asked.

Snape scoffed irritably.

"I go out for a walk...... When I came back, I found it lying in the mailbox at 19 Spider Tail Alley. He explained succinctly. "Somebody deliberately sent it straight because there was no Muggle stamp on the envelope. ”

Dumbledore let out an oh, his expression still grim. He frowned and pondered, and then said after a long time, "Where did it come from......?

"So you think the spell works, too?" said Snape, who seemed to have distilled some gist from his words, asked sharply.

Dumbledore nodded.

"The above is very clear, the method used, the necessary conditions...... To be more detailed, the spell was meant for Lily at all. He replied sharply, and then added.

“…… I mean, the Lily who lives in Miss Ginny Weasley's body right now. ”

Snape's face flickered, and he looked even more uncertain. He didn't speak immediately.

Dumbledore seemed to be observing the change in his expression, and he waited patiently for a few seconds, until he seemed sure that if he didn't open his mouth today, the ice would not be broken, and he continued, "So...... Severus, are you going to use this soul magic?"

The moment he heard that question, a very strange expression appeared on Snape's face. He seemed a little distraught and a little distracted, as if the question was so difficult to answer, and he even looked away, lowered his hand, and fell to the side of the shelf.

On that shelf, there were several crystal bottles containing memory filaments. Silvery-white memory filaments floated gently in the bottle, shimmering beautifully.

Dumbledore seemed to notice that this question would not be answered for the time being, and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

“…… So, Severus, you can always tell me who you think sent this letter?" he asked, as if he wanted to change the subject casually.

However, the question was met with a longer silence. Finally, Snape let out a rare, sigh.

Although the sigh was soft, Dumbledore visibly pricked up his ears in the frame for a moment, showing some interest.

"What? do you really have a guess?" he asked.

Snape's face twitched indistinctly. He simply turned away, and greasy, much longer black hair fell from the sides of his cheeks, covering the side of his face.

The moment the old headmaster asked that question, he suddenly remembered the songs that floated in the Muggle shopping mall.

【I will remember you

Will you remember me

Don’t let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories】

…… and the unfamiliar look of the young, dark-haired girl who was flipping through a book of Muggle poetry in a bookstore.

The last glance she cast at him before leaving—the crowd next to the sculpture—suddenly came to his mind.

For some reason, now he could be sure, and the last thing that came to her face was a faint smile.

What did she say about the poems she was reading at the time?

...... "lest when my life ends and I find that I never lived".

“…… No. He finally replied.

She's gone. There was no way to find her anymore. In the end, it turned out that the two of them were still strangers, and he didn't know what she really looked like, nor did he know her real name. Where did she come from, and where did she go? What happened that day in that room at Malfoy Manor, at Potter's house in Godric's Hollow, why was she in Lily's shell, why did she persist in her long-term care, kindness, and warmth for him in the face of his indifference for so many years?......

In the end, there will be no answers to all these questions. Even why she suddenly became de jure the fiancée of Cyris Black's stupid dog, and why she proudly posed as the mistress and made a mess of the old house at 12 Grimmauld Place, these questions are no longer truly answered.

He stared at the crystal bottle on the shelf in front of him. One of the bottles contained only a thin layer of silvery-white memory filament, which could only cover the bottom of the bottle.

That's about her memory. It's just a little bit --

Snape hesitated, then finally stepped over to the shelf. Removing an empty crystal bottle from the shelf, he pulled out his wand, the tip of which was pointed at his temple, and began to extract memory filaments from his brain.

He filled bottle after bottle. It wasn't until he began to wonder if the capacity of these crystal bottles was too small, and he didn't remember anything, and he had already filled another bottle-

Dumbledore called out to him in a frame behind him.

"Severus, what are you doing?"

His actions paused for a moment, then resumed.

When he filled the whole bottle of memories again, he looked back at the old headmaster in the picture frame on the wall.

"Is there a slight deviation in my memory...... How can there be so many memories. He replied.

Dumbledore stared at him, and after a long time, a hint of understanding and pity gradually appeared on his old face.

"No, your health is good, Severus. He replied.

"Your brain is perfectly fine...... It is indeed able to hold so many important memories. ”

Snape groaned, and resumed his previous actions until he put down the last crystal bottle on the shelf.

“…… The bottle ran out. He said.

Dumbledore nodded in understanding in the frame.

"Oh yes, it's going to run out...... Let's go and order some more tomorrow. He replied good-naturedly.

Snape complained, "There are so many associations in this room, and some of the memories that I don't think I should be there are coming back...... For example, standing here, you will think of the way you came back that night with half of your hands blackened...... It took more crystal bottles than I expected to hold ......"

"Oh yes, yes. Dumbledore nodded, "I remember that day, too." That day, I was bewitched and put on that resurrection stone ring......"

Snape muttered, "Resurrection Stone Ring...... Right. ”

The smile on Dumbledore's face slowly faded. He looks unusually serious now.

"There's no resurrection stone ring anymore, Severus. He reminded.

Snape's hand holding his wand suddenly froze.

He had looked like he was going to put his wand away for a while, but when he heard the meaningful words from the old Headmaster of Hogwarts, he interrupted that movement, lowered his gaze, and did not look up for a long time.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and strode into the bedroom, slamming the door with a backhand, not even saying goodnight to Dumbledore in the frame.

Dumbledore's face showed no surprise. His old but wise eyes stared at the door that had been slammed shut, and a moment later his gaze moved to the shelf in the corner of the room, which was already filled with memory bottles, and then he shook his head silently and sighed.

Snape, who was in the bedroom, didn't change clothes or wash, but went straight to the window. As if he couldn't get rid of his depression, he slammed open the two windows.

The air of the night rushed into the room, filling his lungs in an instant.

The weather was fine tonight, the autumn night sky was particularly high and clear, the plants in the courtyard exuded the freshness of the night, and the moonlight poured down from the high sky like a silver-white satin. He looked around and noticed that there was silence all around him, except for the occasional chirping of insects. After everything is over, Hogwarts has regained its former peace and beauty—as if nothing had ever happened.

All.

Everything。

He propped his hands on the windowsill and stared grimly—oh, more appropriately at "staring" than "looking"—at Hogwarts at night outside the window.

For a moment, he thought of the time he had said the word "Everything" to her. I thought of her walking briskly down the corridors of the castle, snapping her fingers handsomely, and singing Christmas songs along with her enchanted armor. Remembering the first time they encountered Lupin in the screaming shack when they were younger, and then she grabbed him by the hem of his coat and pushed him down the tunnel, while she reflexively faced the dangerous werewolf on her own. I remembered that when I was angry at James Potter by the Black Lake because I was maliciously teased by James Potter and shouted "Mudblood" at her, she threw a white glove in front of me and vowed to duel him in order to protect my reputation-

His brain was filled with all sorts of memories. Eventually, some unrelated memories came to light - he remembered that in the outer office, Dumbledore had a strange look on his face, telling him to pay attention to Quirrell, because "Quirrell approached Lily without a trace, and even more strangely Lily didn't refuse"-

At that time, what did he want to do?

…… Oh, by the way, he wanted to refuse. He had no interest in the sneaky Quirrell. That guy in particular also took away his long-desired position in Defence Against the Dark Arts teaching.

But why did Dumbledore say yes after he said this to him? Was he a ghost? There were as many things to do at that time as there were mountains! He didn't have time to spy on the garlic-smelling waste......

He wondered why his brain was filled with so many useless memories. However, even with so many memories, even if there were so many crystal bottles filled, when it came time to look back, he still felt that the memories were a little too few.

Not enough to find answers to the barrage of questions about her, not enough to sketch out her true image, character, and countenance, but not enough to remind him that he knew her far from being informed.

The gradually cooler night breeze blew on his face. He felt as if his cheeks were blown stiff, unable to make any expression.

…… Like on the day of the final battle, when she rushed up and grabbed him from behind, before he turned around in the Room of Requirement, intending to leave the illusory and overly cheerful illusion behind him and go to the battlefield with notoriety on his back.

At that time, he felt that he was not only the expression of his face, but his whole body became stiff in an instant. As if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave, he felt a burst of cold and heat all over his body, and only the little temperature brought to him by the iron of her body behind him gradually became hot.

It was as if his whole body was out of his control, and if it weren't for his self-control, he would have suspected that he had been drained of all his strength by some mysterious force, and that he would tremble weakly, and that reason cried out that it would not work, but at the same time some unspeakable longing was steaming in the depths of his brain, almost prompting him to reach out and touch the two tender hands that belonged to hers that were wrapped around his waist.

And above their heads hangs a wreath of mistletoe. Those Muggles used to say that whenever two people stood under a wreath of mistletoe during the Christmas season, they should kiss in prayer for happiness in the coming year.

…… But now, where is the happiness of the coming year?

There will never be a moment like that again. It's like you'll never ever meet someone like her again.

Snape suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a magic mirror in the Room of Request. Just look at that magic mirror and you can see in it the people you really want to see in your soul and in your heart.

Snape had heard from Dumbledore that Harry Potter had gone to shine in the magic mirror and had seen his parents from it. Dumbledore himself must have been to shine in the mirror, but he never told Snape who he saw in it.

In retrospect, Dumbledore must have seen his sister in it, Ariana, who lived in the frame of the Hog's Head Bar and ended up befriending Lily.

The night breeze is cold. His half-length hair, which had become somewhat greasy, was also blown by the evening breeze, and the ends of the hair hit his face.

He had to close his eyes for a moment. Then, for some reason, he subconsciously pronounced the first sentence that came to his mind.

“…… I show not your face but your heart’s desire.”

These were the words engraved on the Mirror of Eris, which Dumbledore had told him.

Snape thought he would never want to look at the magic mirror. Because he had no way of imagining how he would react when he saw the figure inside.

He thought he hadn't lost his mind. However, if you don't lose your mind, it means that you can more clearly understand the current situation in front of you-

Just as he said on Halloween night in 1981, after all those tragedies had happened at the Potter house in Godric's Hollow, to Lily who was left behind.

It's all over.

Everything related to that person.

It's everything, all of it.

Everything。

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July 9:

Sorry, because the ending is too hard to write...... So I spent an hour thinking about the end ==

By the way, the black-haired girl who appeared in the previous chapter is the girl herself.

She appeared as she really was. As for why she came here, of course, to deliver the letter.

I'll explain the other reasons at the end of the next chapter.

The next chapter is the epilogue, which is basically about what the girl has experienced after Malfoy Manor and so on

In addition, the professor extracted his memories of the sister, because he was afraid that he would forget some details after a long time.

Next update: 0:00 tomorrow.

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