HP's Impassable Time

"What do you think of the last two days?" Dumbledore was talking about the students who had been cursed before.

"You know, that necklace was meant for you."

"Has Narcissa visited you?" Dumbledore took out one of the many bottles, looked at it, and said.

Snape nodded without making a sound, Dumbledore put the bottle back, picked up the others and looked at it, "Narcissa asked you more than once!"

Snape raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "The resources of the Order of the Phoenix seem to be sufficient."

"No, no, it's also a coincidence that I know this." Dumbledore said without blushing, as if it was just a coincidence that it happened as he said, but it was really unbelievable to Snape, who clearly knew that he was peeing. Yes, but he didn't expose it.

The air in the office suddenly froze, and even the two people standing outside the door could feel the frozen atmosphere.

"What on earth did you ask me to do today?" Snape finally broke the deadlock, "If it's just meaningless, I think I still have a lot of things to do."

"Don't worry, Severus, I just want to ask about what we said before, have you decided?"

I don't know if Dumbledore is an air-freezing machine. As soon as he spoke, the air solidified again, and the moisture in the air was frozen into scum. Lily felt that a pile of ice slag could be knocked off just by moving.

"You're not sick!"

"But I'm going to die, you know Voldemort has asked Draco to kill me, and now it's affected a student, luckily she's fine, and if she dies... what's next for Draco? The child's soul It hasn't fallen to that point yet." Dumbledore's voice became ethereal, and Lily didn't know if it was because what he said was too shocking or if he really made his voice into nothingness, she heard him continue, "I can't let His soul was destroyed because of me!"

Draco was in pain when Lily squeezed his hands. He had a pale face, watching Lily staring at the door seriously, as if he could see the scene inside through the door. He didn't know what Lily was thinking right now. It was time to encourage Lily to eavesdrop, and sometimes they couldn't bear the result. He didn't know what Lily would do next, and Lily didn't receive his worries at all.

"Then my soul has fallen to that point, right! Dumbledore! Then what about my soul!"

Snape's rough voice rushed into Lily's ears. Lily never knew that she still had extra thoughts to think about Snape's current mood when she received such a big shock, and she still had time to recall the deepest part of her father's heart. of darkness.

The darkness is like a contagious virus, trying to drag Lily into the abyss of darkness, sinking ever since...

For some reason, Lily wanted to open the door and go in to tell Dumbledore to stop hurting her father. If she had to, choose herself!She doesn't mind killing the greatest white wizard in people's mouth at all, and she doesn't mind whether her soul is corrupted at all, as long as the people she values ​​are good.

But she just stayed outside the door at this moment, without moving, she was very calm at this moment, and she was more rational and calm than ever before.

The hands that the two held were cold, like nine days of cold weather, the two cold hands were holding each other tightly, at this moment, it seemed as if they had merged into one.

The headmasters in the office who were pretending to be asleep all secretly opened their eyes and looked at the two standing in the middle. Snape's emotional collapse was beyond Dumbledore's expectations. He always thought Snape was a cold person, It's just that the only one who loves Lily Evans deeply and doesn't care about anything else.

Dumbledore began to overthrow his own cognition, as if it was all an illusion before, Snape's impression was too deep-rooted, even himself... But this is better, this is just right.

"Sev, you've been working for me, for the Order of the Phoenix, for... Lily... for 16 years, since you found me that night, everything is going the way it should be, and now, it's time. "Dumbledore's voice was still empty, and the voice seemed to have echoed several times in the empty corridor, circling around Lily's ears many times, and it must be squeezed into Lily's head. "It's time to end all of this, I don't care... life has an end, I'm just afraid that my death is worthless, Voldemort will not let it go, Harry, Maureen, Draco...everyone can escape, we must end All of this is our responsibility.”

"Responsibility?" Snape took a step back and stabilized his figure with his hands on the desk. He whispered softly, "It's yours! It's not mine!"

"Dumbledore, you are so selfish." Snape supported his figure and walked towards the door. Lily noticed that the voice was getting closer to the door, and hurriedly pulled Draco back.

The door was gently pushed open.

Snape's black figure appeared, "I will, if... I will."

Lily noticed a golden streamer flashing across the position of Snape's arm, like some kind of holy light - unbreakable!

"Severus!"

Snape was already halfway out of the room when Dumbledore called to him abruptly.

"If I die, you must become the next principal, and the students still need to take care of..."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, and a small dimple appeared on his face. He didn't speak, just nodded, and strode away from the headmaster's room.

Draco moved his hands, his arms were stiff, but Lily didn't move, they should go back, Dumbledore and the headmaster's portrait could be heard whispering in the office, as if they were talking about Snape's attendance at the headmaster .

Lily felt that Draco moved, didn't speak, and pulled him onto the blob without looking at Draco. If Dumbledore felt it, the blob just stopped when he walked out of the office, and he frowned and looked at it. Looking at the water drop beast, he went back to the principal's office and closed the door behind him.

"Dumbledore, you..." The previous headmaster was also a Gryffindor, and he has always been very satisfied with Dumbledore. He not only has the qualities of a Gryffindor, but also has political sensitivity not inferior to that of a Slytherin. Sex, this is good, you must know that Gryffindor has always been in short supply of such talents.

"Amando, I can only do this. I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker. This is a good opportunity."

Dumbledore pushed down the glasses hanging on his nose, looked at the portrait on the wall and said.

The portrait was silent for a moment and sighed.

"The next principal, have you chosen?"

It was Sirius' great-great-grandfather, Phineas Nigellus Black, who was usually very rude, perhaps because Slytherins would never get along well with Gryffindors, and suddenly Open up the subject.

"Oh! Regarding this matter, you must obtain your consent. I think Severus has proved his loyalty and ability. He will take protecting the children as his duty, and he can protect the school well."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, took the glasses cloth on one side, and began to wipe them. After wiping a few times, he put the glasses back on his nose. Looking through the transparent lenses, his eyes seemed to be separated by a dimension.

"I think you need to discuss this issue, but I think you should know my position, and I will not change my mind." At this time, Dumbledore was not as strong as an old man, at least completely different from what Harry saw. It’s different. At this time, Dumbledore only showed the aura of standing shoulder to shoulder with Gellert. He just stood in front of the portraits of previous headmasters, just like the symbol of Gryffindor—the sword of Gryffindor. .

Hearing this, most of the principals opened their sleepy eyes and looked at each other, and a few good principals visited each other and started to discuss in a low voice.

Dumbledore was not worried about the outcome of their talks, as long as it was something he wanted to accomplish, he would definitely accomplish it, no matter what difficulties there were.

Armando didn't participate in the discussion, he just looked at Dumbledore, and Phineas didn't have any opinions at all. After all, Snape was from his own academy, and as one of the few Slytherin-born The Headmaster, who has an unusually obsessive penchant for favoring his own house.

"Or I should have a portrait of myself." Dumbledore looked at the portraits of previous headmasters lined up on the wall, "I must ask them to draw more candy for me, you know, a day without candy torture."

"Armando, don't be like this, death is nothing, isn't it?" Maybe it was because of Ammando's eyes that were too hot, Dumbledore said pretending to be relaxed.

"Maybe!" Ammando, who had experienced one death, closed his eyes, as if agreeing with Dumbledore.