"Severus—oh, great, Lily is there, too, so I don't have to look for her anymore—you guys come to the hospital right now. ”

Snape said angrily, "Your long list of potions preparation isn't finished yet—you can't do that much in one night, right?"

But Dumbledore didn't laugh. His voice was unusually serious, even a little terrifying.

"Ron Weasley is poisoned. Luckily, Harry found the dung stone in time and saved his life - it's a very strange thing, you should go to the school hospital right away. ”

Snape froze. In a moment, he fell behind the fake Lily, who was apparently quicker than he was, and had already turned and walked towards the door, pulling open the door to the Potions office.

Snape was a little displeased, feeling as if he didn't want to follow the imposter, but her pace was many times faster than usual, and he couldn't even keep up with her without a little quickening. They ran into Professor McGonagall not far from the stairs, so Snape slowed down and followed the two ladies.

They hurried to the hospital and found Dumbledore and Professors Slughorn standing in the doorway. Neither of them looked very good-looking, and Professor Slughorn's face was a little pale.

Snape furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Slughorn before realizing that the old professor still had a bottle of wine in his right hand.

It was Ron Weasley who had the accident, so whether they were coming to the school hospital to investigate the incident or visit the sick, would they need to get a drink?!

Snape stared suspiciously at the bottle in Slughorn's hand. Perhaps because he noticed his gaze, the old professor trembled, and actually shrank back again, and his right hand unconsciously retracted behind him.

Snape: "......"

"Alright," said Dumbledore, "let's go visit Ron Weasley first." Poor boy, he must not understand what is going on. ”

The others didn't speak, but Slughorn replied, "Ahhh......h I...... I didn't mean to. ”

Snape thought it was even more strange. He quietly glanced at Slughorn again, and then followed Dumbledore into the school hospital.

Ron Weasley was lying on a hospital bed, his face pale, and he didn't look like he had the same troubles as he had been in the night before, his eyes closed as if he was still in a semi-coma. Madam Pomfrey was standing by the bedside taking his temperature. Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley sat on either side of Ron's hospital bed, while Harry Potter stood next to Ginny. Hearing the footsteps of their group, the little wizards all turned around.

Snape's gaze slid over Ron lying on the hospital bed, Harry and Hermione by the window, paused slightly as he skimmed over Ginny, and then withdrew his gaze as he listened to Dumbledore's praise for Harry Potter's heroic performance in finding the dung stone in time to save Ron's life.

Then he heard Professor McGonagall say the real question - why? What was going on?

Only then did he realize that the bottle of wine that Slughorn was holding was actually the culprit of everything.

"This wine should have a faint aroma of licorice and cherries," Dumbledore said, handing the bottle to Snape. "If it hadn't been poisoned. ”

Snape took it and sniffed the bottle. There was a burnt-like bitter taste coming from the bottle, but it wasn't very noticeable. In fact, if he hadn't shaken the bottle just now, the bitterness would have been almost masked by the licorice and cherry aromas.

He heard Slughorn explain in a somewhat flustered tone, "Actually, I was going to give it as a gift—"

Dumbledore calmly asked, "To whom?"

Slughorn's voice sounded a little fluttery. It seems to be nervous, and it seems to be a little afraid.

“...... It's for you, Headmaster. ”

Snape held the bottle in his hand, somehow not surprised at all.

Hearing Slughorn's answer, Professor McGonagall, who was standing next to the bed, also looked over.

The fake Lily didn't come near the bedside, but she didn't seem surprised to hear the answer. Because she was standing so close to Snape, there was silence in the room again, and he could even hear her breathing without changing its frequency.

At this moment, a loud decibel sound came from behind them.

"Where is he? Where is my grace?! Did he look for me?"

A chubby girl ran up from behind them, panting and squeezing away the person standing in front of her, as if she wanted to rush over and hug Ron Weasley at once.

She squeezed in and accidentally bumped into the fake Lily. As she seemed to be anxious, and came on a rampage like a cannonball, the impostor didn't seem to expect someone to suddenly appear behind him and crash into him, and his body was unstable, and he tilted to the side—

Snape held the bottle in both hands, which was both evidence and murder weapon, and couldn't spare his hands to pull her. But the fake Lily didn't need him to stretch out her hand at all, so she quickly stretched out her hand to help him, and took advantage of the situation to stand firm.

Snape could feel Ginny, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the real Lily, look at her. She seemed to be deep in thought after seeing that scene.

Snape: "......"

Of course, he couldn't read the subtext in Ginny's eyes, because it was so obvious—but then he was even more embarrassed and annoyed.

He glared fiercely at the girl who had already crowded in front of him, recognized it as a Gryffindor, and wanted to give Gryffindor a fifty points.

But before he could make a sound, a jealous drama unfolded in front of him. The two little girls argued in front of him, just for ...... Fighting for Ron Weasley's heart?

He thought it was all too mysterious. It's as incomprehensible as Lily's sudden resurrection from the dead.

Then, the show came to an abrupt halt when Ron Weasley, still unconscious, shouted Hermione Granger's name in a delirious gibberish. Then another Gryffindor girl, who had just squeezed in, ran away crying.

Snape: "......"

He felt his face tighten. I don't know why I was called here to watch the third-rate romance drama staged by these Gryffindor trolls - and in front of Lily!

In the end, it was Dumbledore who came to a conclusion and broke the awkward atmosphere in the room.

"It's good to be young, and you can also be hurt by love. He said in a philosophical tone.

Snape felt like he couldn't stay here for a minute.

Thankfully, after his closing remarks, Dumbledore let everyone disperse. He said, "Looks like Mr. Weasley will be well taken care of," and then turned to Snape, squeezing his eyes meaningfully.

Snape felt he didn't want to talk to him for a while. But no. Dumbledore seemed to have a basket of feelings to express, and he was the best hole in the tree.

Along the way, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn left at the fork in the road and went to rest, and in the end, even the imposter Lily parted ways with them at a staircase leading to the eighth floor, except for Dumbledore who continued to follow him in high spirits, like a knight trying to escort him back to the cellar.

Snape curled his lips in annoyance.

Dumbledore said with great interest, "Ah...... Speaking of poison, I borrowed a book from Lily the other day, a collection of Muggle poetry...... Very good, nice rhetoric, Severus, maybe you should check out ...... too."

Snape let out an impatient breath through his nose.

"I wasn't interested in Muggle poetry at all. He said dryly, pinching the bottleneck of the poisoned bottle and striding down the hallway late at night.

Dumbledore laughed at his bad temper as if he hadn't seen it.

"Really, you think so?" he suggested cheerfully, as if he were not at all concerned with Snape's annoyance, "but I would suggest you take a look at it, Severus...... There are also Muggles who can perfectly use boring words to convey deep meanings...... Let me give you an example. ”

In a melodious tone, he recited with great devotion and intonation: "...... I have kissed the world with my eyes and arms, I have encapsulated it layer after layer in my heart, I have drowned its day and night with my thoughts, until the world and my life have become one. I love my life because I love the light of heaven that is woven with me. ”

Snape: "......"

He was tempted to say that he had no interest in this kind of heaping of wording. However, Dumbledore chose this poem to be recited, and at such a delicate moment, it did not seem to be a whim.

He had no choice but to listen reluctantly.

Dumbledore was also a poetic man at times, as evidenced by the fact that he had to use two specious poems to prevaricate the fake Lily's inquiry before he went to Gaunt's mansion to find the resurrection ring.

So, now that he was reciting poetry again, Snape could only take his actions as a foreshadowing, to look for clues in the poems he had mentioned that he intended to hint at himself.

...... And the poems Dumbledore chose did sound like he was leaving some clues to the world he was going to leave soon.

"If leaving this world is as real as loving this world...... The encounter and separation of life, then, must be meaningful. He chanted emotionally.

Snape: "......"

He now felt that Dumbledore had deliberately poked him in the heart.

"I was assuming you should have something more important to say to me—" he said angrily.

Dumbledore smiled.

"That's what matters, Severus. He replied gently.

"I don't see any point in Muggle poetry—" Snape said.

"Oh, yes, yes. Dumbledore nodded in reply, smiling meaningfully.

"Poetry is a great tool that will give you the opportunity to understand the feelings of others. He said, "You'll understand that one day, Severus." ”

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May 18:

Fatigue......

I'm going to speed things up.

You can't write another 100 chapters, hhh

Next update: 0:00 w tomorrow

PS. The poems quoted in this chapter are from Rabindranath Tagore's Fruit Picking.

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