HP One More Chance.

When he said a word, there was no sense of blame in his tone, but it was full of helplessness and resentment, "Sure enough, at the age of 17, your mind is full of mud, even if you are an adult, but your mind is at most full of The paste was filled with some Achnatherum splendens, but it still didn’t have any normal thinking.”

"I want you to take care of it! You are the brainless idiot!"

——began to yell again, really not a decent lady at all.

Alice blushed with anger, and retorted angrily: "You are an idiot! What is it to suddenly appear in my room for no reason? You don't even give me a decent explanation, and you want to force me to accompany you in the closet. What are you hiding!? You bastard!"

She forgot for a moment that she and him were still squeezed together in this small closet, and she only knew how to kick straight to Snape, who was curled up opposite her, brutally as always.

--asshole!

"Miss, have you had enough fun!"

In order to tell the other party that he is not a fuel-efficient lamp, let alone someone to be messed with, Snape decided to let go of her hand, and instead, a little cunningly, grabbed the leg she kicked over.With a wave of his wand, he cast a binding spell on her, tying her up, and it was done.

"Hey! You...you stop!" She struggled.

"Okay," he looked at her amusedly, "I just. Don't. Want to."

Of course, he also confiscated her wand by the way.

"Poplar, not bad."

After snatching her wand, as if certain things had also been verified, Snape suddenly laughed and looked at the person in front of him carefully, seeming to be more and more curious about her.

"1977...December...Hogwarts...So it is..."

——In 1977, at the age of 17, he was still a prospective graduate of Hogwarts.

Is all this a dream or reality?

"...I didn't expect to go back like this."

He murmured, what he thought of was all the things that happened before he woke up.

The author has something to say: Chapter 12 was actually drafted a long time ago (probably when I was still writing Chapter 9), but later, after finishing Chapter 11 as planned, I realized that there was still something wrong with the plot, so All overturned and rewritten.

Then, I made an appointment with the author several times, and finally found a time at the end of the year where we could sit down and sort out the plot after a long absence.

The decision to reopen the update in Baidu Tieba was also my own idea two months ago.Because the author and I are very busy, each has his own daily work and study.Restarting the serialization and continuing to update it is due to pressure and responsibility (it is agreed, it is not cheating)

Although what you see is that there are at least 3000-word updates every week, but probably no one thinks how those thousands of words are coded.

(The contents of the first few chapters are almost all written by Yijiang while sitting in the clinic or in the hospital with a mobile phone on sick leave)

Of course, this is not to explain anything, but to say that whether it is chasing articles or writing articles, it is not easy. themselves, there must be an update)

If you can give us support, it will undoubtedly be the motivation for us to persevere.

It is also very happy to be able to code the development of the following text with anticipation.

(Especially when chatting with the author about the follow-up of the plot online, there are often many strange plots popping up, which is actually a very happy thing)

Feelings everyone.

In 2013, everyone must refuel!

In addition, please look for the author, Ms. Yijiang, for "reminders" in the future, =w=, thank you very much!

(The author is very busy, so the current task of writing the article is still the responsibility of the author, and it is the author who conceives and fixes the BUG)

Thanks again!happy New Year to all!

(Unknowingly, I talked too much nonsense today)

☆, 12.3

"...So, the purpose of your appearance here is actually to find me?"

Alice asked the air calmly, while turning her back to him, she calmly rummaged through the open wardrobe for the banquet dress she had prepared early in the morning.

"Why? I don't know you at all."

"I also want to know why," why, I'm here...here.

--……never mind.

Snape sighed, but his eyes began to wander boredly in this small but warm room.

Why did he himself appear in his past—he had wanted to ask this.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had visited Ravenclaw's girls' dormitory.Although it is somewhat different from my impression of Ravenclaw in my memory, it is obvious that the smell of books permeates this small room, especially the one I am sitting on - Alice's bed, even her pillow There are stacks of books under it, not to mention the other corners of the room.

You will never find a decent chair, because as you can see, even the chair is piled with a stack of books at least a foot high, almost reaching the ceiling. She is really not afraid of being caught by her own The book collapsed and was crushed to death.

It's really easy to learn, he couldn't help but sarcastically said in his heart.

After the "violent fight" in the closet an hour ago, he and she were able to talk calmly and miraculously at this moment. Anyone who knew it would think it was a miracle.As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. Now, the two of them have become acquainted miraculously, without the feeling of strangeness and rejection just now.

But the teeth marks on Snape's hands were still aching.

Maybe he knew her before, but now she and him are strangers.

"Then if that's the case, why do you want me?" After a long silence, Alice's hand rested on a malachite green and royal blue velvet skirt, and she paused, "Come to kill me?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

Snape answered her almost reflexively without changing his face, but then immediately added a sentence, so as not to cause misunderstandings and troubles:

"Please, Miss Miku, please move your brain that is stuck with paste," he said harshly as always, "If I came to kill you, then you wouldn't stand with me now Speak here."

——Will you be smarter?this lady.

"I'm not you, so I just say nasty things when I see people..." What kind of brain is stuck with paste, it's really nasty, Alice complained angrily, "You think everyone is like you, but everyone who sees Do you treat strangers as your own enemies first?"

"That's better than starting to mess with strangers when you see them."

Snape almost looked down on someone's almost zero IQ, "I said I'm not a strange person, I'm also a student here...although not now."

He didn't use "the past" but vaguely stated the facts because he couldn't figure out how to explain them himself.

——Is it possible to say, "I came from the future three years later?"

This is not going to work.

After he finished speaking, Alice immediately turned her head and stared at him with some horror eyes.Fortunately, he was used to the other party like to show him a vicious expression from time to time, so he continued calmly:

"Of course, I mean . . . at least it was, but speaking of it,"

"Then you must be from Slytherin, don't you?"

——Definitely, the same as that person.

For a moment, her eyes were filled with more vigilance than when she first met him, and she kept her eyes on, "Are you the same as that person?"

"Same as that person? Who." He asked suspiciously.

"...Who? The person who won the Academy Potions Championship with me this year, he is from Slytherin...uh...Slytherin..."

— Who in Slytherin?

Why, it seems like I can't remember at all all of a sudden.

"He's from Slytherin... Who's from Slytherin? Why can't I seem to remember at all? But he obviously..."

Her answers became more and more vague, and in the end, even she felt that something was wrong, so she stood there empty-handed, turned around and continued to meditate on the closet.

Obviously in my own impression, this person definitely appeared.

But why, at this moment, I suddenly can't remember?

"...Who the hell is that... Sigh..." She actually became anxious.

"Can't you remember?"

Snape raised his eyebrows and asked, but refocused his eyes on her who was mad about this matter at the moment, "... Really can't remember?"

"I really can't remember." She hugged her head and shouted.

——But why is it like this, obviously two people won the Academy Cup this year, besides me, who else is there?

"I obviously know that person! Because there is such a person in my impression, so annoying, always..."

As Alice spoke, her voice lowered again, and she became very unconfident, "Who the hell..."

"Since you have this impression, why can't you tell that person's name?" Snape sneered coldly, as if he wanted to laugh at himself. She actually had this impression of her past self: okay annoying!

He couldn't help but shudder.

I remembered that not long ago, Lucius had inadvertently said to him:

"You don't know that Alice Miku likes you? Oh, my Merlin, how sad it is, she is like this, you don't know that there are people who like you all the time, my poor Sif Les..."

He always thought that it was just Lucius's whim, and he used it to tease him.

Fortunately.

Now it seems that since the 17-year-old she hates him so much, he can finally think indifferently that he himself will not accept the ridiculous statement that "she actually likes him" anyway.

Even if he already knew who the "Slytherin people" she said were, however, he didn't intend to tell all the "insider stories" he knew.

——When I was 17 years old, I definitely spent Christmas with Miss Crucible in the Potions classroom.

Therefore, he also expected that he would never show up at the ball and awards ceremony in the Slytherin Hall in a while.

Another long time passed.

"Ah! Damn Merlin...I haven't thought of it yet!" Alice started pacing back and forth in her room in a panic, like an ant on a hot pot that has been cornered.

For a moment, a "cunning" thought suddenly rushed into Snape's mind.

"Don't think about it, I know who that is, I know him."

Snape said to her nonchalantly, and reached out his hand to stop her wandering figure in front of him, so as not to be annoying.

"You want to find him? I can tell you where he is now."

——If this is indeed your dream, then I must find a way to get out.

"Really?" Alice grabbed his extended hand as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Really, because I don't need to lie to you." But he immediately shook off her hand as if he had touched a hot potato.

"...But even if this is the case, it's not okay. Tonight is a very important banquet. If you don't go, you can't do it. At least I have to go." If I don't go, I'm afraid Ravenclaw's face will be lost by me alone Alice turned and walked to him with some annoyance, lifted her skirt and sat down.

"Come on, I haven't... No, I mean, that kind of banquet, just ask yourself, people like you don't want to go, it's so boring."

——Almost slipped my tongue again.Snape felt guilty for a moment.

"And you know I don't want to go? Hmph." Alice pursed her lips and turned her head to make a face at him, "It's not that you won the prize, you must have said so."

"Even if I win the award, I won't go." He said very confidently, "Don't you like to play exciting things? You were in the closet just now, and you didn't mean to be polite at all. Kicking and biting, I can't see that you have the slightest desire to go to the banquet and pretend to be a lady."

He didn't say it out, he did have a share of this award, and he really didn't go to that banquet back then.But he didn't see it either, and because of this, he humiliated himself as Slytherin.

"It's up to you! I kicked and bit you because you caught me, and I will definitely resist." Alice began to panic again, "Justifiable defense, justifiable defense!"

——Is this guy so vengeful? It's been more than an hour!

"Oh, justifiable self-defense..." But the other party didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to speak calmly, "I admit that what you said is more pleasant than what I said," more grandiose, he wanted to add , but after thinking about it, I held back, "But then again, you really don't plan to go find that person?"

Obviously, he did this on purpose.

There used to be a very interesting psychological "fallacy" (at least Snape always thought it was wrong, because there was no possibility of any practice at all). A person who is studious and loves to read will never let go of his own cognition any blind spot.

The Alice Miku he knew, he thought it should be.

——If this is really a real dream, then my 17-year-old self should not disappear.

As long as "he" is found and the lies of the dream are exposed through him, the dream will be shattered and everything can be restored to its original state.

Human consciousness is a wonderful thing, just like the sea, with different depths, different levels are displayed.That's why Occlumency can seal people's consciousness, and Legilimency can pry into other people's hearts according to their own needs-only open the door to the part they want others to see, and leave the door to the part they don't want to see. Close the door that others can see; or if you are capable enough, see what you want to see without the permission of others.

Of course, this is not absolute.But it is undeniable that if you forcibly break the blockage of others' consciousness, then your consciousness will collapse.But any magic that involves human consciousness has a critical state. As long as you can find a certain point where the critical state is, it is easy to unravel the magic; on the contrary, it is also easy to apply such magic to a person things.

Since Alice's consciousness trapped him, as long as he found a flaw in it and broke the blockade of this consciousness, he could go back.

He felt that he had thought perfectly enough.

"Don't want to go?" After a pause, his tone was full of encouragement, and he repeated, "Really...don't want to go?"

This was the first time in his life that he wanted to use such a somewhat "inferior" method to trick others inexplicably.

It's... really choking.

"No." Alice looked at him seriously and replied without thinking.

Then, after a while, when she felt that she had stared enough at Snape's face that suddenly seemed to be calm and expressionless, and confirmed that he would actually be disappointed by her answer, she finally looked like I couldn't help laughing out loud:

"...Do you think I said I won't go to him?"

"No, it's not." Snape's face was darkened.

"You are, obviously...Look at your disappointed expression, Chi Chi." She began to point fingers at him, with a smirk on her face.

"Please stop your personal (to me) meaningless thoughts, thank you." His eyes chose to deliberately aim at the upper right instead of looking at her.

"It's really impatient, you...I mean," she suddenly stood up from the bed, stretched her waist, and reached out to grab the rubber band that she casually threw on the desk, and tied herself up. with long hair, "I'm not going to the banquet, really not."

"So what, are you happy now?"

He frowned and watched her smile brightly in his eyes, but the "weird" feeling in his heart still lingered, "If you don't go, you won't go."

"Hey, why are you like this, you told me not to go." Alice started to yell again--specifically at him.

"But I never forced you from the beginning to the end."

He felt that his dialogue was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird, so he could only look at her with a mournful face, trying to laugh but he couldn't.

He suspected that if he continued to talk to her like this, he might be hurt internally by his anger.

"Hey, don't make such an expression, I swear I really didn't intend to play tricks on you..."

Seeing that he was getting a little angry, Alice was finally willing to stop. Instead, she took the initiative to lean in front of him and pulled the distance between the two of them, but she still smiled heartlessly, "Don't do this, you The expression is really ugly."

—Oh, forgot, she's so damn brainless.

He faced her, as if he had never tried to look good before.

For a moment, he could only sneer self-deprecatingly, "Miss, if you've had enough fun, I might as well take you to play something else."

——For example, I can't wait to throw you downstairs immediately.

Actually.

But Alice didn't care how much he wanted to cut her brain open to see what the structure was.

"I wouldn't mind an adventure at Hogwarts on Christmas Eve with a stranger."

"If I actually mind..." He muttered in a low voice, but she didn't expect her to hear it.

"You won't mind...even if you do, there is no turning back."

Her eyes stared at him with anticipation and a hint of charm, and her smile became more malicious, "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Black Bat."

"I have a name, Miss Alice Miku." Snape stood up and kept a certain distance from her knowingly, "My name is Severus Snape, remember it. "

"Who cares." She chuckled.

indeed.

No one cares how this ridiculous thing started.

She just thinks that maybe it's not bad to throw away the so-called "routine" once in a while, and only be loyal to the way she likes to be unrestrained once in a while?

But this seemed to be a unique tragedy for Severus Snape who ran into her dream for no reason - at least for him it would be the beginning of a nightmare.

The author has something to say:

☆, 13.1

Christmas evening at Hogwarts was actually no different from usual.It's just that there are fewer people coming and going in the school corridors - because everyone has gone back to their dormitories early and is racking their brains about how to dress up for the Christmas banquet tonight.

If you don’t have a lover, of course you hope to find someone you like at the banquet; if you have someone you like, you definitely hope to dress up beautifully and hold hands with your lover to show off at the banquet; even if you are not interested in participating For banquets, since everyone has gone, I have no reason not to join in the fun.

But she alone wanted to be with him, to "take a loafing walk" in Hogwarts.

--baffling.

The pale yellow sunlight that had dissipated the heat was stained with a tinge of crimson purple again, slanting through the colorful carved and painted glass windows on the wall, and shining on the clean floor of Hogwarts.The sound of walking footsteps echoed in the huge corridor, as if the bells hanging on both sides of the corridor were deliberately rang, tinkling with the wind that slipped in from nowhere.

He went ahead and she followed.Following their footsteps, the tranquility spread all the way to the end of the corridor.

—Maybe it’s good to keep going like this?

Maybe they didn't know many things before, even if they knew, they simply pretended that they didn't know.However, there is no one around now, and with the passage of those things, some feelings seem to need to be hidden any deeper.

Seeing the scenery around him many years ago reappeared in front of his eyes, Snape had mixed feelings, but he didn't know why he felt a little pity in his heart.

To be honest, when he was 17 years old, as a student, it was very common for him to walk in the corridors of the school, so he never tried to slow down and see the scenery around him clearly .

He has never been more interested in caring about these things than she is, whether they exist or not.

Mrs. Laceland, who was hanging on the wall, heard a rare person passing by here, so she deliberately passed through the three portraits, and caught up with the slow pace of Alice walking behind:

"Hey, Alice, why are you walking here alone? Aren't you going to Ravenclaw's dance tonight?"

"No, that's not the case." Alice didn't stop her footsteps, but said as she walked, "It's just that I have to go to the Slytherin banquet tonight, because my trophy is there."

"My God, when did this happen?" screamed Mrs. Leciland.

"Oh...it was not long ago." Alice smiled reluctantly at this.

Mrs. Lysant was also born in Ravenclaw. Counting it, she should be Alice's senior sister from the previous class (if you have to count, there is no way) although, later for some reasons , she passed away unfortunately, but the headmaster made an exception to satisfy her strong desire to stay in Hogwarts and let her stay here with all the portraits.

I have to admit, she is very talkative.

Of course, as a portrait, she is still as gossiping as before.At the same time, it is widely known that she is actually a fanatical supporter of Slytherin.In this regard, she has complained to Alice countless times, why the old man of the Sorting Hat didn't sort her into Slytherin.

"Oh, Slytherin's banquet! My God, why don't you pick out a beautiful dress to put on, why are you still walking around here by yourself, wearing your school uniform!" Mrs. Laceland almost To scream again.

"Calm down... Mrs. Lacelander," Alice stopped indifferently, restraining her excessive emotions, "but I've changed my mind now, I think I can't win the award by myself Yes." She rolled her eyes pretendingly, and continued to state calmly.

"Is there anyone else who shares that award equally with you? Who is so powerful to compete with you 'Ravenclaw Drama Queen' for this honor?"

"It's not a fight..." She sighed, and then corrected the other party's statement, "We cooperated, but I suddenly forgot who he was, so don't you see that I'm looking for him now?"

It's obvious.

"Hey, Alice, don't you think it's strange for you to say that?" Mrs. Lysant was stunned suddenly, and stopped, as if she was digesting what she had just heard - but that's right, let's go There are no portraits hanging behind for her to walk through.

"Is there such a thing? I don't think so," Alice still walked without looking back, but she knew that Mrs. Lysant would no longer follow her, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "...I I think this is actually quite normal.”

——It was just driven by her curiosity, driving her to find out who should be standing on the podium with her.

That's it.

She has always had a strange feeling in her heart, it seems that it is that kind of feeling that makes her so eager to figure out the unknown within her cognition and fill the gap.

Before she knew it, she had followed Snape from Ravenclaw's dormitory to the teaching building.

——No wonder, the journey is really long enough.

"Hey, I said, Mr. Bat, are you sure we have to go that far to find... him?" Is he really going to be here?

Alice began to trot, because the conversation with Mrs. Lacelander just now caused her and Snape to fall a long distance.In order to catch up with his wind-like pace and walk side by side with him, even if her feet hurt from walking, she still has to chase him.

"Miss Miku, I repeat, I have a name."

Hearing that she was finally coming after him, Snape stopped her with a word.He was really upset that the other party kept giving him inexplicable nicknames, "Also, isn't it a bit late for you to ask this question now, miss."

——If I am kidnapping you now, then you will find it too late.

"It's late?" Alice was stunned for a moment, pointing to her blue eyes that were wide open and winking at him, "But I just kept chatting with Mrs. Lysant."

"Just let you stop talking non-stop!" It kept chirping like an annoying bird.

He really wanted to ask himself why he didn't realize until now that the 17-year-old Alice was really more "scary" than the "Alice" in his impression.

"arrive."

He turned angrily at the end of the cellar at another branch road, came to the potions classroom where potions classes were usually taught, and stretched out his hand to push open the door.

"Isn't this the Potions classroom? Why are you here? Will he be here?"

The three consecutive question marks were thrown away after the door was opened with a "squeak".Alice put down the question and ran over first, bypassing Snape, who was blocking her, and rushed into the classroom.

"He's here." He said with absolute certainty.

He clearly remembered what his 17-year-old self was doing on December 1977, 12.

——The empty potion classroom was just used to continue his research on recovery potions, an excellent location.

He's always been confident about it...just about it.

"But there's no one else here besides us..."

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Alice's crisp voice interrupted his recollection unexpectedly.

"No one?" How could it be possible.

He immediately came back to his senses, pushed away Alice who was blocking the door, ran into the classroom by himself, and inspected in all directions.

In the entire empty and dark classroom, except for the third position from the second row, where a crucible was placed and smoking, there was nothing else to be seen.

— Really not, the third person.

How can it be? !

Where did 17-year-old Severus Snape go? !

"Impossible... Impossible..." He was clearly here, he murmured.

"Why is it impossible?"

Alice frowned, and said displeasedly, "No way, didn't you trick me here to get revenge on me?"

She ignored the fact that the other party was also surprised and speechless at this moment. She just thought that she followed him here for no reason, but didn't see anything. She was really... upset.

——Then you are such a complete jerk.

"Liar." She then stamped her foot at him angrily, "Could it be that you are going to say again that he is actually dead?"

— how absurd!

"Hmph, please, don't treat me like this. I've walked all the way with you, but my feet are about to crumble..." Merlin knew that she had been wearing high heels from the beginning to attend the banquet tonight.

"He disappeared."

Snape ignored her accusations, and just stared blankly at the front—the third position in the second row, which was indeed the position where he was standing before.

However, the person who should have been standing there was gone.

"You said, he disappeared?"

Alice stopped complaining rarely, and turned to look at him suspiciously.

"Your memory has been changed, his existence...in your memory is 'non-existence'." He said, his eyes still wandering in this small classroom, not looking at her.

He finally understood why she in her consciousness said from the very beginning, "I don't know Severus Snape."

It was her, it was she who closed the memory of her past.

Since memory is allowed to be edited, input, and stored artificially from the very beginning, it is natural that it is very easy to modify or simply delete.

——she changed her memory.

"...so we can't see it, because the facts have been distorted by you..."

"Hey, wait a minute," Alice, who was confused, quickly stopped him from talking to himself, "What is 'my memory has been changed'? When and by whom did my memory change! Not always..."

—It is inexplicable, it is simply unreasonable.

"My memory has always been fine. Why do you put the responsibility of not being able to find him on my memory? You really...don't go too far..." She folded her hands on her chest, angrily It was obvious that his face was burned, and his tone was full of unwelcome

gas.

"Then what do you think I should say about you..."

He had almost given up the idea of ​​explaining it to her completely, but suddenly, in the middle of the sentence, he stopped and stared above her head in some surprise.

There, there seemed to be something strange, quietly stretching long and thin strips of paper, sprouting, and falling.

"What are you doing? Can't say the second half of the sentence? Let me just say, you..." She sneered, looking at him with some disdain,

"Why don't you go on? You have to lie..."

--lie.

"...Oh, lying?" Snape suddenly put his slightly "violent" gaze on her pair of blue eyes, "Alice Miku, do you think I seem to be right now? Are you lying?"

There is a saying that you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.What's more, now that she is in her consciousness, since she is the dominant person, as an intruder, it is even more impossible for him to break the blockade of her consciousness so easily.

He forgot that she has the ability to do these things.

——No, in fact, he should have known all along.

Even though he didn't value her very much all the time, and he didn't like her very much, it didn't mean that he would underestimate her due ability.

— Absolutely not.

He suddenly felt that this should be the biggest lie he knew in his cognition—outside the dream, she lied to him, and she was still alive; inside the dream, she accused him of lying to her, only Because in reality she erased him from memory, fabricated a 17-year-old self with amnesia, and tried to trap him in her dream.

"What else do you have to say to me?" he demanded.

"...I, but you..." You lied to me...

Being stared at by him like this, Alice suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable shyness in her heart, and the words she wanted to say froze in her throat for a moment, and she lost her voice.She subconsciously wanted to take a step back to avoid his gaze, but when she walked back, she found that she was already stuck to the cold marble wall behind her, and there was no way to retreat.

I don't know why, but she always hates him calling her by her full name in such a cold and sarcastic tone.

"You shouldn't tease me like this, I obviously want to believe you very seriously."

She didn't know why, but she could have extremely complicated thoughts about him in an instant.

she does not know.

——Obviously she didn't know who this strange person in front of her was.

But she didn't expect that he might hate calling out other people's full names more than she does.

"You want to believe me? It's a big joke, do you still want to say that you said these words unintentionally?" His tone suddenly became deeper, "Please put away your unreasonable young lady temper, now I'm not playing games with you."

"I didn't ask you to play games with me, I said, I'm serious..." Alice lowered her head slowly, looking at her own reflection on the floor in a daze, her tone full of disappointment and puzzlement .

"But I also said, I didn't lie to you." He still had a cold face, denying her previous almost outrageous accusation against him.

"..."

"..."

There was another stalemate.

Unknowingly, during the time when both of them were silent, he began to want to take a closer look at the childish person in front of him again.In my heart, at this moment, there seems to be a vague shadow that has been in the dust for many years, about to be reborn from a perishing, break out of the cocoon, step out of the shadow, and rush to him recklessly.

——The long brown hair is slightly curly, and the tied ponytail is swaying in the soft light of the background, with the luster of stars shining in each strand;