[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

"Damn it!" Snape's wrist trembled slightly, and the glass test tube in his hand trembled slightly. The brown liquid medicine in the tube added a drop more than expected, and a large puff of white smoke began to rise from the cauldron. As it churned, the gray-green juice kept bubbling, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a sharp hissing sound.

With a wave of his wand, he cleaned up the pot of potion that failed to be made, and then tapped in the air, a line of dark green numbers suddenly appeared - this is the exact time now.

The timeline was pulled back again.

He went back to the past again!

"Damn it—Neville Longbottom!" Severus Snape growled in a low voice, "It's so quick...to kill myself!"

He paced back and forth in the Slytherin dean's office, his black robes billowing, and a storm was blowing in his gloomy eyes.

But before he could calm down his turbulent thoughts, a large pale bird gracefully flew into the dark underground room. It had a long, sharp beak, and its silver feathers were shining. Shaking his slender tail feathers, he turned his head and looked at the restless Severus Snape.

This is Dumbledore's Patronus!

"Please come to the principal's office, the password is cockroach pile." The old wizard's familiar voice came.

Snape's face was condensed, and he hesitated to think about Dumbledore's purpose of looking for him at this time.It really couldn't be blamed on him thinking too much, just after recovering from the last reincarnation, Snape had to accept the fact that Neville Longbottom died earlier than before.In all the previous processes, there has never been a time when this so-called "savior" did not die at the hands of the Dark Lord... But this time, the story has just begun, and even Dumbledore's "Golden Boy" training plan has been completely destroyed. Without starting it, Neville lost his life without his knowledge, let alone the premise that he had given him a reminder through the Pensieve... This made him full of thoughts for a while, and it was difficult to calm down.

But Snape didn't spend too much time on meaningless thinking, at least he had to see what the white wizard was looking for at this time.

In the headmaster's room, Dumbledore was sitting right behind his desk. He was wearing a dark purple robe full of silver stars today, and his long, flowing silver-white beard was tied into a bunch. Snape stepped into the headmaster's office. When he was in the office, he was looking at this issue of the Hogwarts admission list.

"Here you are, Severus." He looked up, smiling, blue eyes sparkling under half-moon lenses.

Snape immediately felt the difference in Dumbledore, but he couldn't tell where the difference was.

"Would you like some licorice fructose?" Dumbledore took out some colorful candies from under the desk and pushed them in front of Snape.

Snape's face became even more rigid. Although Dumbledore always liked to recommend his little hobbies to students from different colleges, but... he had never done it in front of himself... such a crazy thing!

"What do you want me for?" Snape asked dryly.

"Haha, relax, Severus~" Dumbledore stretched out his hands, pressed his palms down, and comforted him softly: "Look at the weather outside today, we should all do something that makes us feel relaxed and happy." Right?"

The sun slanted into the room, and the afternoon sun was like a warm orange blanket, gently covering a large area of ​​the floor in front of the office window.

But Snape was not moved by it at all, he was like a big black, greasy bat after living in the cellar all year round.

"If you called me here just to tell me this nonsense..." Snape sneered in a low voice with his hands folded in front of him.

Seeing his look about to leave, Dumbledore sighed.

"Okay, okay." He helped the golden frame on the bridge of his nose, took another look at the thick parchment in his hand, and said slowly: "You should know that in a short time, there will be another freshman It's time for admission."

Snape snorted through his nostrils.

"Severus, what I want to tell you is," Dumbledore crossed his fingers and leaned his elbows on the desk: "Harry Potter is among them..."

His sharp and bright eyes looked at him deeply.

Snape didn't speak, he has already realized the difference after the reincarnation of the world this time, this is the first time Dumbledore talked to him about Harry Potter, all he has always been concerned about...is only his future" Savior"!

"His identity... will only make it easier for him to fall into a more dangerous situation," Dumbledore said slowly: "On that night 11 years ago, everyone thought that person was dead. The darkness vanished without a trace, but he, Voldemort, was just missing..."

"Maybe he is hiding in a secret place to recuperate, waiting for the opportunity to sweep the wizarding world again..." He looked at Snape's arm: "You and I both know this."

Snape's black eyes were a little hollow, and what he had been dreading all this time had finally come true.

"Is it still here?" Snape said hoarsely, "This day?"

He looked at Dumbledore coldly, his face paler than usual, and there was no light in his dark eyes: "I will protect him, just like I promised you that day..."

Dumbledore closed his eyes wearily: "Of course I believe you, Severus. But I didn't come to you today because I wanted you to say these things..."

"You should know that Harry is the only one left in his family. There are a lot of things that need to be purchased for this freshman admission. I hope you can be his introduction teacher and lead him to Diagon Alley to purchase the necessary items for admission. A series of items."

"...I thought you should go to your gamekeeper and keykeeper, that stupid giant will definitely praise Gryffindor's excellence in front of your boy." Snape mockingly raised his thin The corner of the lips: "After all, he is best at these, isn't he?"

"No," Dumbledore shook his head, but he didn't explain more, he just said slowly in a meaningful tone: "It's not the same, everything is different...Since the opening of the magic net, many What you thought, what you planned before, all began to be different..."

Snape's thin face trembled very slightly. With a wooden face, he listened to Dumbledore rambling on something he didn't understand at all, but he didn't ask questions rashly, because according to Dumbledore The expression on his face, he seems to be saying something that is completely taken for granted...

As if he should of course know the true meaning of the word "Magic Web"!

No!He didn't even know what the "magic net" was!

"Harry, he lives in the Potter manor in Godric's Hollow," Dumbledore looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, and he sighed slightly: "Severus ..."

When Snape walked out of Dumbledore's principal's office, he saw Filch running down the Astronomy Tower crying and holding some strange things. He raised his hands to cover his face, his long and thin hair was loose, He was wearing a crumpled robe, and he seemed to have rolled around a few times.His skinny cat named "Mrs. Norris" followed closely behind him, one person and one cat, knocking down many students who had no time to dodge.

The students hugged their textbooks, gloated and gloated, "It looks like he failed again!"

"Is this the first time he has done this?"

"Does he think that the magic net is more likely to be favored because it is in a higher place?"

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"Poor Filch!" A thin voice sounded beside Snape, and he turned around to see Filiu, the Charms professor and head of Ravenclaw House. Stephen Flitwick.

The little man was looking at Filch's leaving direction gently and sympathetically, and when he realized Snape's sight, he raised his head and said with a smile: "But even so, the magic net can be regarded as a miracle for him." It’s such a pleasant surprise, not only a squib like him, but also countless lucky Muggles... Although I don’t know whether the magic net will like those strange collections he contributed, but I believe that as long as If he can persevere, there will always be a day when he will be favored, don't you think so, Professor Severus?"

"Ah." Snape uttered a syllable dryly, and he felt as cold and stiff as the knight armor that could be seen everywhere in Hogwarts.

"Actually, I think it is not unacceptable to let some favored Muggles come to the class after the magic net class is opened." Professor Flitwick seemed very happy to hear the approval, and he tried to continue talking with Sif Ruth discussed: "I think if this trend continues, the magic net class will definitely be the subject with the most students... However, unlike Muggles, those children with wizard qualifications should not give up their previous traditions. Course, they need to learn to sort out the magic power in their bodies. This is their talent and cannot be discarded easily... But this will inevitably delay their research on the magic net. Later, that would be a pity. Professor, what do you think of the biggest controversy in the wizarding world right now?"

Snape gave him an indifferent look, then strode away with the utmost impoliteness.

Overnight, it seemed that everyone knew about the "Magic Net", except himself.Just like in the previous reincarnation, except for himself, no one can retain their memories.