The hallway vanished, and Harry found himself standing on a Muggle street. He saw his mother sitting in a coffee shop down the street, and across the table was a gloomy Snape. Harry didn't have to walk into the store to know what they were talking about. He had seen it in the meditation basin in Snape's office.

The scene was short, lasting less than a minute. Then Harry felt himself fly, and when he stopped, he was in a house he hadn't seen before. The house looked very shabby, and the living room was covered with dust.

He saw Snape staring coldly at Lily Evans. He had grown into a young man, but the gloom on his face did not decrease with age, but increased a lot. The boy who had once gazed at Lily Evans with admiration was gone, and the sneer on his face that Harry was familiar with.

Harry heard him say in a tone of utter indifference and anger, "Unfortunately, ma'am, there are some deceptions that cannot be forgiven. ”

Harry felt as if he had seen something terrible, because he saw that Lily Evans didn't have the slightest intention of defending herself, she just lowered her head, and the moment she lowered her head, Harry seemed to feel like he saw the tears in her eyes. There was a clear expression of regret and sadness on her countenance, a heavy sadness that was about to crush the young girl.

Harry immediately realized that what he was watching was a scene of a formal breakup between former best friends. This is a reasonable explanation for why Snape did so much to protect Harry even though he hated his father James Potter so much, and after being deceived by Lily Evans, the object of his admiration turned to Harry's mother, Brill Fergton, which is simply too normal.

Harry couldn't even deny that he understood Snape's journey very well, and he had once liked Zhang Qiu deeply, and in his eyes Zhang Qiu was also a smart, beautiful, charismatic, and likable girl, even if she had another boyfriend, he couldn't stop him from liking her, but after she told Dolores Umbridge about Dumbledore's army, he could never regain his love for her. Now he found that there was another girl, a lovely girl with whom he had more common topics, who understood his thoughts and choices, and who always gave him crucial help at critical moments and key issues, as if only by seeing her could his soul be soothed and filled. Zhang Qiu was a thing of the past for him, and he couldn't even remember what kind of opportunity he had fallen in love with her in the first place, just as Lily Evans was to Snape.

Harry thought that based on what he had just seen, he didn't know how much of a deception Professor Evans had to make Snape angry enough to break with her, especially when he had insultingly called her "Mudblood" on the shores of the Black Lake, and he could still accuse her of unforgivable deception in such a righteous manner, and Professor Evans did not refute such a serious accusation

He wanted to read on, but that was the end of the short memory. This time the scene change took a little longer. Harry seemed to fly through many shifting shapes and colours before his surroundings finally settled. He stood on top of a desolate, cold hill in the darkness, the wind whizzing over a few leafless dead trees.

He found that his perspective seemed to change to Dumbledore, and then he realized that Professor Evans poured from the half-full memory bottle into the stone basin just now before entering the meditation basin, it was actually Dumbledore's memory. For the first time, he knew that the memories of two people could be mixed and read in a meditation basin at the same time. But perhaps this was only part of the assignment that Dumbledore had given Lily Evans at the end, and the whole story he was going to show Harry would require the memories of the two men to tell together.

Harry saw a grown man standing on the hillside. The man turned around at the presence of Albus Dumbledore, his wand clenched tightly in his hand, as if waiting for someone or something, and his fear was even contagious to Harry.

Suddenly, Dumbledore raised his wand, and for a split second a blind, zigzag white light flashed in the air, which Harry thought was lightning, but the man fell to his knees, and the wand flew out of his hand.

Through that white light, Harry finally saw that it was an adult Snape. At this time, he did not have the cold, stern, powerful, and intimidating characteristics of his later Potions class at Hogwarts, and his voice trembled.

"Don't Kill Me"

"That's not my intention. Dumbledore replied in a cold tone, Harry had never imagined that this kind old wizard would speak to people in such a cold tone. "Well, Severus Lord Voldemort has any message to me?"

"No, there is no message, I am here for myself"

Snape wrung his hands, looking a little distracted, his black tousled hair fluttering around his head.

"I I brought an alert no, a request please"

"What can a Death Eater ask of me?"

"That prophecy, that prophecy, Trelawney"

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore said, "how much did you convey to Voldemort"

"Everything I've heard," said Snape, "so that's exactly because he thinks it's Brill Fergton."

He mentioned Harry's mother's name, and Harry couldn't help but shudder. A shiver of anger and disgust ran down his spine.

"The prophecy doesn't say of a woman," said Dumbledore, "of a boy born at the end of July"

"You know what I mean, he thinks it's Berryl's son, and he's going to chase down Briel and kill them all"

"That's funny," Harry heard Dumbledore say in a tone that bordered on a sneer, "just a few months ago, I thought the person who was important to you was Lily Evans. At that time, you came to me together, and you said what you said, and you wished you could have a chance to propose to your childhood friend, the Gryffindor Flower of Hogwarts, and asked me to say, Mr. Snape, you are a lucky man. ”

Snape's expression distorted, and his face pale, even in the darkness of the night. His lips twitched, and he was clearly unable to say anything to defend himself.

Harry thought that the rumors that had been circulating at the school were true. Snape actually proposed to Professor Lily Evans, and he told Dumbledore about it, but Professor Evans must have refused, otherwise why would he beg Dumbledore for Harry's mother at this time

"I don't know if you understand why, but I'm not without reason. Snape finally squeezed out a word, his voice trembling, as if he were struggling to endure a great and indescribable pain. "Everything happened so suddenly and unbelievably that I"

His nose fluttered, and he stopped abruptly, as if he didn't know what to say anymore.

"Okay, let's put Lily aside for now. A poor fiancée, she must not know what you are here for today. Dumbledore said, finally stopping his taunt at Snape, "Since Beriel is so important to you, Voldemort will definitely spare her death, you can't beg him to spare the mother and give her son in exchange."

"I begged him"

"You disgust me. Dumbledore said that Harry had never heard Dumbledore speak in such a contemptuous tone. Snape seemed to shrink a little. "Then you don't care about the life or death of her husband and children, they can die, as long as you can get what you want"

Snape didn't say anything, just looked up at Dumbledore.

"Then hide them all," he said in a hoarse voice, "to keep her safe." Please. ”

"And what do you give me in return, Severus?"

"In return" Snape looked at Dumbledore with his mouth stammered, and Harry thought he would refuse, but after a long time, he struggled to spit out the word "anythg." ”

The top of the hill vanished, and Harry found himself in Godric's Hollow, outside a house that he looked familiar with. For a moment he wasn't quite sure whose perspective he was using, and whose memories he was in, but he subconsciously walked into the house, and found his father lying motionless at the top of the stairs, apparently dead.

Harry felt a little out of breath for a moment, and his eyes instantly turned red, sore, as if they were about to overflow with tears of anger and weakness. He opened his mouth wide, trying to lean down a little and see his father's face clearly. But at this moment he seemed to be completely possessed by the owner of this memory, in this corridor full of death, he saw no one else, but his actions were completely out of his own will, and the owner of this memory stayed by James Potter's side for a moment, and then let out a whirlful convulsion of surprise and sorrow, like a sobbing that could barely be suppressed.

Harry finally realized that the owner of the memory was a woman, as the short sobs sounded like a young woman's voice without a doubt. Strangely, he couldn't see her face or appearance at all, but in the memory of this scene, he could clearly feel almost all of her feelings.

He felt her cover her mouth quickly, her heart pounding out of her chest with excitement, anger, sadness, and disbelief. She slowly crouched down, stared at the man who had fallen to the ground, and muttered to herself in a trembling voice, "Where's your wand?"

Then the whisper seemed to break through the last shred of strength she had used to disguise herself, tears fell from her eyes, and for a moment she seemed to want to reach out and touch the lifeless body of James Potter, whose eyes were closed, as if in vain hope that none of this was true, but she quickly controlled her emotions, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths in succession, then opened her eyes again, stood up, and carefully walked around James who had fallen to the ground, and continued along the smoke-filled pathThe hallway, which had been almost destroyed by the spell, walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Then Harry saw a scene he would never forget. In the bedroom, he saw himself sitting in the cot as a baby, crying, his face full of tears, and the fresh lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was still bleeding. Snape knelt on the bedroom floor, clutching the lifeless body of Harry's mother, Beryl Potter, in his arms, and wept bitterly.

Harry saw his mother's beautiful long red hair scattered over her face, and there was not a trace of blood on her pale face. Snape's face looked like he was about to die, and large tears rolled down his eyes unabashedly, creating two distinct tear streaks on his face. His cries sounded heart-wrenching, as if he had lost the whole world.

Harry had thought that the owner of this memory was almost certain that it was Lily Evans and would soon enter the bedroom full of death and parting, but he guessed wrong. The young woman stopped outside the door, almost hiding her body in the shadows by the door, silently staring at the weeping man in the room.

After a long time, her gaze finally passed over the man who had stopped crying in pain, and fell on the frightened baby in the cot, who was tired of crying and sobbing. Harry could feel her gloomy emotion of sympathy and pity, and then he found that she had finally stepped out of the shadows by the door, and slowly walked over to Snape's side, pausing, his gaze drifting gently to his face that had not had time to wipe away tears. But she didn't say anything, just walked again, swept him to the cot, reached out and picked up little Harry from the bed, hugged him tightly in her arms, shook him gently, wiped the tears from his face, patted him on the back and coaxed him soothingly.

In her series of movements, Snape's previous violent emotional outbursts had somehow stopped. By the time she turned from the crib with little Harry in her arms, the tears on Snape's face had disappeared, and his usual cold, empty expression was like a mask.