There will be no second person in all of Hogwarts who can get out of this style.

Eni and Hermione had made an appointment to meet at the castle gate after lunch, and left with Snape.

The topic they were going to talk about was not suitable for public, and on the way, both of them tacitly agreed that they did not speak, and hurriedly walked downstairs.

The underground corridors of Hogwarts were still the same underworld as ever, and the torches did not provide adequate illumination, but rather the restless flames distorted and insolent the shadows.

If it wasn't Aini or Snape walking here, but Satan, he would have given him a high score for the setup in front of him.

Maybe when you get back, you'll have to mobilize your men to find out who designed this place, and then turn that guy's soul out and work for him.

Ani had long wanted to discard the torches on both sides and install a row of chandeliers in the hallway, and living in this environment for a long time would never have a positive impact on the children.

Unfortunately, the authority of the lower levels is all in Slytherin, and even Dumbledore has difficulty adjusting the layout here.

Entering Snape's studio, Ani walked to the square table in the southeast corner, and when he saw the sofa placed opposite him, his heart couldn't help but warm.

When he first arrived, there was only one sofa, and the layout of the studio had barely changed in the previous ten years.

"I'm not used to seeing the cauldron here." Aini looked at the empty workbench, and Snape put away all the paraphernalia because he had been away for a long time.

"Just came back, and I haven't had time to set it up yet." Snape looked at the stray workbench and thought it was going to get busy.

After silently calculating the list that was not easy to shirk, even if he was already enjoying boiling potions, he still had some heart palpitations - it was a passionate call from 007.

Perhaps, this is an "opportunity" to tutor gifted students outside of class? N.. The name of the pre-exam sprint sounds like a good one.

Snape looked down and fiddled with a Muggle-style coffee mill, a gift from another friend before leaving Edinburgh at noon today.

"Aini, will we succeed?" Snape didn't look up, and his deep voice was full of unconcealed apprehension and exhaustion.

A friend on the other side was stunned for a moment, since they first met a few years ago, Seaver had come across as confident, arbitrary, and tough, and had never seen him so weak as he was now.

Ani searched through the words in her head, not knowing how to say comfort, not even knowing if she should speak.

Perhaps the other party did not want to seek answers from him, but as a participant, Snape knew the progress and prospects of the experiment all too well.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Snape grabbed the handle of the coffee grinder and shook it slowly, followed by an equally slow tone.

"We've been busy for two months, and we have to admit that there are a lot of genius ideas among Muggles, and E told me that the only thing I need to worry about is public opinion, and we can see results within a year."

Hearing this, Aini frowned slightly, the report materials sent by Nature's Breath did not say so, even if the financial support was more sufficient, it would take two to three years to complete the project.

This is still not stuck at a critical node.

However, he didn't think much about it, maybe it was just that the institute was too optimistic.

"But when I saw hope, I found that I was not ready, or I was completely unprepared, maybe it was too long, so long that I forgot how to plan for the future."

Snape fiddled with his hand and suddenly asked, "Ani, do you have any plans for the rest of your life?"

Plan?

Eat, sleep, hit tom?

Or eat, sleep, pet the cat?

To be honest, he really hadn't made a perfect plan.

In terms of Nature's Breath, he always pointed out a general direction with a vision ahead of the times, and the specific planning and implementation were all done by Ms. Capet.

And their own lives ......

Coming to teach at Hogwarts

Before, every day was messing with the cuties, isn't it fragrant to open directly? How do you have the heart to do any planning?

When I arrived at Hogwarts, my plan couldn't keep up with the rapid changes, and more often I was taking one step at a time and seeing the moves.

Most of them are short-term calculations, life plans and the like, and I really haven't thought about it.

"Neither do I. I thought that the rest of my life would be spent in this workshop, exploring the mysteries of potions, until I went to another world." Snape laughed to himself, he already knew the answer from Ani's silence.

"When you were in your grade, I was obsessed with the dark arts, and I made the search for magic my life's work until I ......."

Snape was silent again, and for a moment only the sound of coffee dripping.

"That man never reappeared, and I knew he wouldn't die so easily, but ironically, when I regained my inner courage, there was only one chance left to face him."

As he spoke, Snape handed over the coffee he had brewed, allowing Ani to see his eyes for the first time.

There are obsessions that have not yet dissipated, remorse that I don't know, shame that I feel cowardly, and memories of the wandering after my death. All kinds of unbearable pasts are woven together, and Severus Snape is blended.

In the original trajectory, how angry and disgusting it was before his identity was revealed, and how sorry and distressing the light chaser was after the truth was revealed, he calmly walked on the side of the abyss, because he had nothing to love, so he could walk on that lonely path.

"I began to loathe myself, the dark arts and everything that was related to it, and in the first time, even refused to use spells......

Aini took a sip of coffee, which was extremely bitter, but what followed was an unexpectedly rich aroma.

Most wizards can barely make a plate of unspeakable salad after they have been freed from magic. The magic that pervades the everyday life facilitates and disconnects them.

The unique aroma of this cup of hand-ground coffee seems to make Ani travel through time and space to see the clumsy but persistent figure after abandoning magic.

Perhaps Snape was immersed in potions after that, in addition to his own talent and love, there were more people who were once amazingly gifted in potions, and they had a lot of topics and memories in this area.

As for the obsession of becoming a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, more of it may just be a means to face Voldemort, to resist him with dignity, and to dispel the haze that once covered his heart with his life.

However, in order to protect the son of the person he loved, until the eve of the decisive battle, when facing Shekou, he still chose to give up resistance and let Nagini's fangs pierce his neck.

In the end, he didn't get what he wanted, and Voldemort may feel a little regret for the loss of a loyal servant when he saw the blood-dripping snake fangs, but he didn't have the anger and chagrin that Snape had hoped for when he encountered the subduer.

Snape failed, but willingly, he managed to protect Lily's son.

He has no regrets!

Even though the sky was about to break, he fell before the dawn......