HP: The New God from Hogwarts

If you could go back in time, what would you choose?

When the face that had been dreaming about appeared before him again with a young and lively appearance, Snape's lips trembled, and the dry eyes, which had not cried again for more than ten years, were soaked in tears and turned red at the end.

"What's wrong with you, Sev?"

The young and white hands waved in front of his eyes, and the red-haired girl jumped from behind him in front of him.

"Why are you crying? Did your father hit you again?"

The soft and clear voice brought his thoughts back to his eyes, and he once again saw the white moonlight after thirteen years in this evil valley.

Lily Evans.

He subconsciously looked down at his hands. Facing time confusion, observing the size of his palms was the fastest way to roughly estimate his age.

There are some shallow scars on the young hands, which are the marks left by the alcoholic father who drank too much. Other than that, the small hands are still white and tender, and have not been turned into a waxy color by the potion that has been brewed day and night. , and there are no cocoons worn out by hard practice of magic spells.

He realized that at this moment, he had returned to a long, long time ago, to the starting point where all regrets began to happen.

Is it the magic of time or an illusory bubble?

But no matter what it is, he will not stand against her this time.

The young Snape smiled at Lily, opened his palm upward, and a pure white jasmine flower slowly bloomed in his palm, and flew towards Lily under the control of magic.

"I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow, Sev, I'm so nervous!" Lily's beautiful little face was filled with nervousness, "I'm worried that I won't be able to learn these magics well."

"Don't worry, you will become the best witch in Hogwarts." Snape stretched out his hand to rub the girl's hair, paused in mid-air, and finally patted Lily's shoulder gently, like The most ordinary friends provide comfort.

As the dusk fell, he still looked the same as he did now, and the scene around him did not change. After smiling and waving goodbye to Lily, he walked to the creek not far away and looked at the clear water with the afterglow of the setting sun. Clear up what you look like now.

It was a familiar look from his youth. His malnourished and thin body was wrapped in his mother's large maternity dress. His long sleeves hung down to completely cover his hands. He looked even thinner than the little girl.

His slightly long hair was messy, and the greasy strands were mixed with scraps of paper and sawdust. He raised his hands to let his sleeves fall to his elbows under the influence of gravity, exposing his hands to push the hair covering his face to both sides.

When I was young, I wasn't too ugly. My thin face was as pale as paper due to anemia, but my black eyes were shining. The light shining in my eyes was all because of Lily and the unknown magical world.

That's what the future Snape lost.

Although he is not as handsome as the annoying Potter and Black, he still has good facial features, but not like the ugly look of the future, who has a gloomy and sallow complexion, venomous eyes, and a nose like a hook.

He suddenly remembered the topic he heard Momo and the girls discussing in the basement, which was more important, a beautiful body or a smart mind.

I just heard the arrogant girl say, who is interested in knowing whether an ugly and unhygienic person is smart or not? Anyway, I am very smart and I don’t want to find an ugly person. Having one smart person in the family is enough!

A group of girls clapped in agreement.

What he was thinking at that time, he thought it was extremely funny. Skin is the most useless thing, otherwise why would Voldemort give up without hesitation.

Now that I think about it, it's not them who are funny, but myself who is funny. Lily is just an ordinary girl. Why wouldn't she like good-looking boys?

Is it because of his friendship with her childhood sweetheart, or because of his unique sloppiness, or because he wants to join the anti-Muggle Death Eaters team?

He looked at his pretty reflection in the water and couldn't help feeling that black magic was really hard on people. Voldemort was like this, and so was he himself.

Learning black magic will really reduce your appearance significantly.

Snape still couldn't believe that all this was real. He subconsciously touched his pocket and found his wand in the bag of maternity clothes.

Use the magic wand to use Shen Feng Wuying on the palm again. The skin and flesh on the palm instantly opened, and a tingling pain spread from the palm to the nerves to the heart.

He clearly discovered that the scene had not changed, and neither had he.

He clenched his fists in excitement, and blood dripped from his fingers onto the grass. The stinging pain that continued to intensify made him even more excited. He did not wake up. This did not seem to be a fantasy.

Lily is not dead!

Perhaps a god lurking in the countless valleys of the Sauk Mountains simply sensed his repentance and gave him a chance to start over.

He didn't see the blood-stained ground quickly swallowing up the warm liquid, letting out a gentle sigh.

The wand was pointed at the palm, silvery white light flashed, the counter-spell took effect, and the wound immediately disappeared without a trace.

Under the starlight of a midsummer night, Snape returned to the shabby little house in Spider's End that could not be called home.

As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of wine hit his face, and an empty glass bottle came directly towards his door. He dodged and a crisp sound exploded on the wall behind him. Glass shards flew everywhere, and the back of the hand felt a slight sting from being cut.

"Little bastard, where did you die? You don't even cook, but you always go to the Evans family's little bitch every day. I'm going to beat you to death!"

Old Snape, with blurred eyes and carrying a wine bottle, staggered toward his son and rolled up his sleeves.

"Shut up, old drunkard, you are not allowed to scold Lily!"

Snape looked at the drunkard in front of him coldly. He had no feelings for his father.

"What kind of look are you looking at? I must take care of you today!" Old Snape raised his free hand high and then brought it down hard on Snape's cheek.

Less than a centimeter away from Snape's cheek, his wrist was firmly held, and Snape pushed him hard, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

Snape didn't bother to talk to him and walked straight towards the balcony. The small space separated there was his private territory. He was going to pack his luggage for school.

"You unfilial son, I will beat you to death!"

The old drunkard steadied himself by holding on to the table, his dignity as a father was provoked, his eyes were red, and he walked towards Snape with the bottle held high.

"Snapped"!

The young Snape turned around and saw a pool of blood in front of his eyes. His mother was lying in a pool of blood with her head broken and bleeding. Snape thought of this scene again.

It turned out that he lost his mother the day before school started.

Now, he doesn't mind becoming an orphan either.

The old drunkard kicked the woman's breathless body to the side in disgust, holding the broken wine bottle in his hand and stabbing the young child with the sharp section.

Snape raised his eyes coldly.

A bright green light flashed across the balcony.

The next thing was the sound of flesh hitting the floor.

The thin boy walked out of there carrying a large suitcase.