HP in the name of Slytherin

Severus didn't think about the problems after time travel. He subconsciously separated himself from Snape, so he thought that he would always be with Catherine. After all, they were "outsiders" from the same world.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling, and there was silence in his ears.

There was no curse from Tom and Helbo, and certainly no gentle voice from Catherine. He sat up suddenly, almost thinking that everything in the past was a dream.

Because he is actually in his childhood room now!

He was familiar because he had seen this ceiling so many times. When he was locked in a room alone, he was so bored that he counted the cracks and bug holes in the ceiling several times.

It was unfamiliar because the bed under him was quite soft. He sat up and saw that under the familiar background of the room, there were many more bookcases on the ceiling, and different book titles were dimly revealed in the dim light.

"Thousands of Medicinal Herbs and Their Effects"

"Potions and Spells"

"The Evolution of Higher Charms"

In addition to the smell of ink from the books themselves, there is also a strange smell vaguely floating in the air... It's... the smell of magic potion...

With a "bang", the door was pushed open from the outside, and a man wearing a black robe, with half-length hair hanging on his shoulders, and a shiny face and hair strode in.

"Snape?" Severus jumped up from the bed.

Snape did not speak immediately. He felt his heart carefully and made sure there was no warning. However, he did not call the boy's name. He just said with a straight face: "...it's you."

"You are here, where are Miss Catherine and your students?" Severus stood up. He was still wearing a complete set of clothes from time-travel.

This means that he was wearing shoes when he was lying on the bed just now.

Snape used a cold face to "clean up" the bed several times.

Severus didn't sense Catherine's presence, and he was in this familiar, strange, but absolutely disgusting space. He couldn't help but feel bad, and said in an evil tone: "I'm sorry for soiling your bed, but compared to the bed , maybe you should clean up yourself."

Looking carefully at Snape, not only did his hair look greasy and hadn't been washed for a long time, his complexion was also ugly and sallow, and his clothes were a little wrinkled.

How rude to come out to see people like this! He is an outsider!

Even if he was a child, Snape would not be used to it. He snorted coldly: "It seems that you care more about me than your Miss Slytherin?"

Severus wanted to imitate Herbo's artificial "yue".

But it was true that Severus was more concerned about where Catherine had gone than his future self.

He was flexible and asked: "How many things do you remember? If nothing happens, let's go find Miss Catherine now?"

The last sentence is the key.

Snape's head was indeed in a mess right now, and the time in his brain and body seemed to be a little messed up due to the soul traveling through time and space. He had just glanced at the calendar before coming in, but now that Severus mentioned it, he actually couldn't remember the time again.

His head is a little groggy, but he will not tell anyone that he is not feeling well, even if that person is his childhood self.

"You look like an unweaned child. You will feel restless after being away from your Miss Slytherin for a while." He sneered, turned around and went downstairs.

Nothing definite was said, but Severus knew he was going to find Catherine, or at worst Harry.

He followed, and Severus probably still remembered the layout along the way, but as Snape followed, he found that the "home" in his memory had changed more and more.

Outside the room, it was clean and cool, with no decorations. Of course, it was nice that there were no creaking old boards and mice that might run by at any time.

It seemed that it had been repaired. Snape had just come from another room, and the door was still open. It was originally Eileen's room, but it was now converted into a workshop by Snape. It was filled with strange things stored in various bottles. The potion ingredients in the jars were arrogant and arrogant, as if they were mocking something.

Going downstairs, the kitchen, dining room and living room downstairs are spotless and neat as if no one lives here.

It was either early morning or dusk outside, and there was almost no natural light seeping in. Snape didn't turn on the lights, and it wasn't until he opened the refrigerator that a little orange light came out.

It fell on his bloodless face.

Severus pursed his lips. When he saw the refrigerator, which looked new on the outside and contained no serious food, Snape's hands trembled unnoticeably as he fumbled in.

He frowned and said angrily, "I have pumpkin juice and bread here."

He said impatiently, putting the things on the table without making any sound.

Snape turned his head to look at him. His body didn't move, but his breathing seemed a little heavy.

Severus couldn't help but taunted: "Who is it that hasn't been weaned yet? How old are you now? Do you still want others to take care of you? You don't expect Irene to take care of you, do you?"

Snape lowered his eyelids, walked to the dining table, sat down, silently picked up the bread and started eating.

He seemed to realize belatedly that his physical discomfort was not all caused by traveling through time and space, but more... he had been cooking potions in his room for the past few days and forgot to eat.

This feeling of weakness is just the discomfort caused by not eating or drinking for a long time.

He definitely couldn't leave after eating, so Severus also took out his own breakfast and started eating, so as not to waste time if he got hungry later.

The same jam bread and pumpkin juice, he ate it with a frown, obviously still worried about his Miss Catherine.

The fingers holding the bread were clean and white, and looking all the way up from the wrist, the well-tailored wizard's robe was clearly his own... first hand, brand new.

Even though he had just gotten up from bed, his hair still looked neat, black, and smooth, half-tied at the back of his head. It was a troublesome hairstyle that Snape didn't like at all...it looked good, but troublesome. He would never dress like this in his life.

The boy's face was not as sallow as it is now, nor was it as dry and sallow as he remembered when he was a child. He was like a small plant growing up under gentle wind and drizzle, tall, green and full of vitality.

Noticing his scrutiny, she glared at him, her dark eyes filled with light.

Snape vaguely thought that in addition to the Miss Catherine he always talked about, there seemed to be a small memory in the curtains. It was when the boy was feeding the basilisk. The basilisk roared to eat and couldn't wait. He fed it slowly, put his head in his arms and wanted to take out the bag directly.

The boy frowned and tugged at its feathers, looking impatient. In fact, with his other hand, he pulled the other boy's bag over and the two of them continued to feed it.

Two boys and a basilisk got together, and while Catherine was talking, they kept making little moves, either pushing each other, or giving each other dirty looks.

It was something Snape had never seen... like him.

In that world, he seemed very happy.