"Only you know that helping an old man from pain and shame will not hurt your soul," Dumbledore said, "Severus, I beg you to do this great thing for me, for death is a sure thing for me, just as the Chadley Artillery will be at the bottom of this year's league. Truth be told, I'd rather end my life quickly and without pain, than procrastinate and die a miserable death, like, involving Greyback — I heard Voldemort recruited him as well, or falling into the hands of dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with enough food before eating?"

His tone was lighthearted, but his blue eyes looked at Snape sharply, as if he had looked at the others before, and seemed to be able to see the soul they were talking about. Finally, Snape nodded slightly.

Dumbledore seemed satisfied.

"Thank you, Severus......" he said, and at last he leaned back into the broad back of the chair, and the tiredness and exertion—and perhaps a little sickness—seemed to all come up and surround him in an instant. He closed his eyes slightly, and stopped talking.

Willow Spring was stunned for a moment, and leaned forward to check on Dumbledore's condition, but she was stopped by Snape.

"Let him rest here. "The spell always makes him uncomfortable for a while...... Not even potions could make him feel comfortable right away. ”

Liu Quan: "But ......"

Snape glanced at her impatiently.

"Aside from that curse, he'll be better off after a while. But maybe it would be if a noisy Gryffindor was haunting him here and disturbing his necessary sleep. He said quickly, in a subdued voice, that even though he was spitting venom, it sounded like he was singing an aria.

Liu Quan: "...... All right. ”

She did feel like she didn't have much to do here. Dumbledore had fallen under the spell that Voldemort had placed on the resurrection stone ring, and the only thing that could help him a little was Snape's potion. As Lily, she was only here for mental support—and to give Snape a hand.

Now, they've done everything they can. Dumbledore had already said everything he should have said to Snape. As an Witness, she had already etched this scene into her mind—perhaps the day of the final battle at Hogwarts in the future.

So she just said to Dumbledore, who was resting in his chair with his eyes closed, "If there's anything I can do, please tell me, Professor Dumbledore," and followed Snape into the fireplace.

However, the destination she called out was not "Muggle Studies Office", but "Potions Office".

So when Snape came out of the fireplace, and when he turned around to find that there was another one behind him, the features on his face were wrinkled.

"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly, striding over to his desk and placing the little dragon skin bag with the jars and jars on it.

"If you have any special feelings as an equally aggressive Gryffindor, I suggest you go to Minerva and confess. He said coldly, "I have no interest in the remorse and pain of you Gryffindors. I'm going on a night patrol tonight—"

As he said this, he opened the door to the Potions office with a bang, and strode out as if he didn't care if Liu Quan would knock over his room of precious potions if he stayed inside.

Liu Quan stood there for a moment, and as she saw that the heavy wooden door was about to be rolled and closed, she suddenly rushed forward, opened the door again, and ran into the corridor outside the door.

It was already past midnight, and the cellar was as cold and damp as a tomb.

Snape's black-robed back was more than a dozen meters in front of her, and she quickened her pace to run over, but when she reached his side, she didn't speak immediately, but adjusted her stride and speed, and walked beside him.

"Are you angry, Severus?" asked Willow Springs, suddenly after the two men had walked out of the distance as if wrestling with each other, but their footsteps were getting faster and faster.

Snape looked back in anger like a cat whose tail had been trampled on.

"Anger?!, are you saying that after I have been deceived by your Gryffindor into giving me difficult tasks as a strong man, I still need to show my grace and obediently step into your trap and-"

"You deserve to be angry, Severus. He heard the imposter speak softly.

"Because you have accepted a task that no one can accomplish except you. Not even Dumbledore could ......"

Snape's footsteps faltered slightly, and then he strode forward in a meteoric stride.

Dumbledore can't either, this imposter is now tricking people into saying that it's a routine, not repetitive, and too fluent.

Of course Dumbledore couldn't. Because Dumbledore was a man and a name, it was impossible to win the trust of the Dark Lord. What's the use of this imposter talking about these meaningless facts?

He sneered coldly.

"You don't have to say it so nicely, I'll take on that tough task. He said with annoyance. "I should have known long ago that Slytherin was the unpopular outlier when you reckless Gryffindors were always shining brightly, with all the victories and accolades, and even in the end—"

He couldn't utter any more mean words, for the imposter suddenly stopped.

He did not hold his feet for a moment, and strode forward several more steps, and the mind, dominated by anger, confusion, confusion, and pain, realized that she had not followed.

He stopped abruptly, but couldn't decide whether he should look back or not—after all, it seemed to represent some kind of concession on his part, which would surely make the imposter triumphant!

But, just as he turned his back to the impostor, he heard the impostor's voice sound again.

"Not like that, Severus. ”

In the silent and deserted corridor in the middle of the night, her voice sounded neither high nor low, but seemed clearer and smoother, like raindrops falling from the eaves when it rained.

"Professor Dumbledore is truly a beacon that illuminates our path in the dark. ”

At this point she paused, as if thinking of better words. Then she said:

"We need the sun in the dark...... But even on a clear day, who says the shade doesn't matter?"

Snape: "......"

The impostor didn't seem to expect an uplifting response from him, and continued, "We ducked into the shadows, expecting a brief coolness to calm our sun-brenched minds—"

She was standing behind him, but he didn't have to look back to guess that she must have had a smile on her face at the moment.

She said, "On a hot summer afternoon, when there was a long wait—"

"Sheltering in the shade of a tree in the shade is more refreshing than anything else. …… Don't you think so?"

There was a hint of a smile in her tone. And for a moment he felt unable to react.

It seemed that any reaction was superfluous, and that no reaction was sufficient to express exactly what he felt or the shock he received at that moment, and though he knew her demagogic ability, and thought that he had absolute self-control over it, he did clearly feel at that moment a certain sense of confusion that had been unexpectedly affected by the impact of his spirit, and—

He felt as if he couldn't handle the strange embarrassment, so he sank his face and his expression became more and more stern.

"I don't know what's the use of you talking about this now. He said in a stiff tone. "If you see that this shadow will eventually swallow up what you call the sun and the lighthouse, you probably won't use that wishful thinking. Sadly, as you should have heard, I agreed to accept the assignment, and when that day comes, I will not hesitate to carry it out. Because I'm not a duplicitous philanthropist, I'll ...... what I promised—even if it requires me to sell my soul."

"Yes, I know. The impostor readily agreed, but Snape would not be naïve enough to think that this was the end of this strange conversation tonight.

Sure enough, the imposter continued behind him:

"Your soul is without blemish, even if you accept this task that no one else can do. ”

Snape: "......"

He was silent for a moment before replying:

"You talk like a child. What powerful and self-righteous wishful thinking!How my soul is, it is impossible for you to judge—"

But the impostor didn't seem to hear the disgust and resistance in his voice. Her voice was gentle and calm, with a certain strong and unquestionable confidence.

"But what happens to your soul cannot be judged by you alone. She said.

Snape: "...... What?!"

He heard her chuckle suddenly.

"You're trying to say how your soul is, that people will have a judgment based on what you've done, right? If you do something that is unforgivable in the eyes of others, then they will immediately get angry and think that your soul has fallen - right?"

Snape was speechless. Compared to his stiffness, the Gryffindor imposter behind him seemed to be at ease. Even though she said such a hurtful truth with a smile, she still seemed a little relaxed and happy, and continued to throw out more impactful opinions.

"Well, even if you think your opinion is right, others will make a judgment about your soul based on what you have done - then, based on what you have done, I have come to the conclusion that your soul is unfaulted and will be the same in the future - even if you have completed the task entrusted to you by Dumbledore. ”

Snape was silent for a moment, then looked up with clenched teeth in exasperation and inhaled heavily.

"I don't say a word about your rhetoric—"

"Ah, why don't we think about things from a different perspective?" said the imposter leisurely. For some reason, Snape felt that the tone of her voice was inexplicably a bit like that of the Hogwarts Headmaster who had just forcibly given him a difficult task to be a strong man.

And it's also free to speak, and the content is whimsical!

The impostor said, "For example, about the curse in Professor Dumbledore—"

Snape clenched his fingers patiently, warning himself that he couldn't cast a spell on his colleagues in the hallways of Hogwarts, or he would have like—

I said...... Now that you've succeeded in imprisoning that evil spell in one of his hands, why don't he just chop it off?" the impostor said in a breezy tone.

Snape snapped back!

Liu Quan had long expected his violent reaction, so he was not taken aback by him, but only shrugged his shoulders slightly.

These foreigners probably didn't have the consciousness that if they were poisoned, they would break their wrists, which was not at all different from the characters in the martial arts she had read in the real world. In her impression, in martial arts, whether it is a hero or cannon fodder, the first reaction is always to cut off the poisoned arm or leg with a knife or something, to prevent the poison from going up the bloodline or something - but maybe the reaction mechanism and infection rules of Voldemort's spell are not the same as the poison and poison insects in martial arts? Maybe this spell will automatically attach to the victim?......

[Hey!!Didn't you just say that you don't care about things that shouldn't be in your mind!!] The system bacteria began to roar in her head again.

Liu Quan sighed silently.

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May 7:

Actually...... I just have some strange brain holes when I read the original book...... I want to write all about [being kicked away

The plot of the half-blood prince won't last long.,The HP volume will definitely not be as long as the knife man roll.。

Of course, I'll write all kinds of bloody old stalks.,I hope you don't kick me www.

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