38 years of past events

Before I even opened my eyes, I heard the screams from the living room outside.And the father scolded angrily.

When I groped and sat up from the bed, I realized that something was wrong. How does this world look like everything is single?

I touched the circle of gauze over my right eye.

"Don't touch it." The man next to him was wearing a white coat and was busy preparing some potion.

I suddenly remembered something important, "Is there any news in the past few days?"

"what do you mean?"

"Like Hogwarts."

The movement of his hands paused, and then he said, "Principal Dumbledore has passed away."

Sure enough, it was still the case, and suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't do it." He was stalking me, I told him.

"No, no, I didn't say you did it."

"Although I was honorably injured, it really has nothing to do with me." I emphasized to him again. "As for who did it, you won't believe it if you tell it."

At this time, there was a hissing sound in the room, and the doctor couldn't help trembling. Nagini slowly swam in, climbed onto my knee, and rubbed his head against my hand.

"Are you feeling better?" it asked me.

"It's not a big problem, but you may have to watch half of it in the future." I said.

"The master is very angry."

"Of course, Harry ran away, he must be mad."

"No, it's your eyes." It wrapped around my arm again, resting on my shoulder as it rested its head on my father's, "Master punished them, especially Evira. The voice oh, I can't take it anymore."

"Who let Harry lose it from him, he should—"

"Why don't you believe it? In fact, he cares about you very much." Nagini said, "Go and see."

Actually, I didn't want to go. I didn't like to see him torture people from a long time ago, so when I was young, I would avoid such scenes whenever there was one.

But this time I couldn't help but follow Nagini, maybe I don't know why.Outside the living room, I quietly saw him through the crack of the door.

"I saw that the power of each of you is so well preserved, each of you is so neat and sound, tsk tsk tsk, the loyalty you swore to me! You said you would use your life to fight for me Huh?" With his wand, he picked up Alecto's chin, who was kneeling on the ground, and his red eyes were split open, as cold and poisonous as a snake.

"Yes... sorry, Master, I... I couldn't stop him..." Alecto trembled.

"Master... at the time, the circumstances, too... too fast, I mean, Dumbledore's spell was too fast for any of us to react... if—" Amycus commented on his Sister speaks.

"Oh." He replied, with a strange tone, "So, you mean, this is Randolph's fault, and it has nothing to do with you? Did Voldemort blame you?"

"No...no...we never meant that, master, I mean—"

"Okay, Amycus, incompetence is not an excuse, and what I want to hear is not your sophistry! I will know what you are thinking, everything!" He gave the Amycus brothers and sisters a lasting Cruciatus bone.

"Bella, tell me."

"Master...it was my incompetence. I didn't catch Harry, and I didn't take good care of your son. Master, please punish me." Bella kissed his robe softly, and made a promise like an oath: "If there is any This time, I will definitely, definitely kill that little bastard Harry!"

"There's no next time!" He shook off Bella's attempt to grab his robe, "I only care about the present!"

"Okay, guys, since you all boast your loyalty, let's talk now, which one of you should I goug out one of your eyes?"

"No, master..."

"Owner……"

"Look, I didn't lie to you," said Nagini. "Nagini never lied."

I closed the door with a strange feeling in my heart.

"But, Nana, he killed my mother, you know that?"

Nagini and I walked slowly along the corridor, which seemed a bit long.

"Nagini doesn't have a mother either."

"It's different, Nana, you came out of an egg."

"Nagini felt that having a master was enough."

"Do you like him so much? But, he is not a person who treats people well, I mean just like what we saw just now."

"Master is good to Nagini," it said, "and good to you."

I froze for a moment.

Nagini told me: "When I first saw you, you were very young, and the owner told me, if you are a squib, if you cry, if you can't tell the direction and get lost, let me take you Eat it. He doesn’t need a fool. But every time I want to eat you, the master always says to wait. In fact, you cry a lot, and I don’t know how many times you got lost. You can make the cup float , but I often break him, I remember how many mistakes you made every day, so that I can eat you, but you have grown up like this, I still can’t eat you.”

"I, I thought..." I suddenly laughed a little, "I thought Nana, you came to talk with me."

"Maybe."

We went back to the room, and the doctor couldn't help but ducked back after seeing Nagini.Later, Nagini told me that he is not interested in eating such old people, he still prefers children, like when I was a child, not eating me is his biggest regret.

However, after a while, Nagini swam off of me, because my father came, and he stood at the door and did not come in.

"Mr. Leo," he called.

The name is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember it.Leo was startled, and the potion in his hand spilled a few drops from the bottle, "Dear, honorable Lord Voldemort." He kept his head down, as if he was afraid to see my father's face.

"Come on out, I have to tell you something."

My father closed the door and I put my ear to it, wondering what they had said, maybe it was about me again.

"Can it be done?" asked the father.

"I... I can try."

"Try? It can't be done?" I don't know what they are talking about, but I feel that there is something dangerous in that tone.

"I... I'm sorry, I really can only try, there is no complete way to do it now. Do you know Alastor Moody? It's Mr. Moody from Hogwarts, he—"

"You want him to be like Moody?" Dad raised his voice suddenly. "I want him to be exactly like he was before. Two eyes, see? Two!"

"But...but..."

"Okay, I see, it seems that you can't do it. Damn it, who said you are the best doctor in St. Mungo's, you deceived Voldemort!"

Leo?St. Mungo's best physician?Merlin!I remembered, there is him in the memory of the elves in Strickland's house, the doctor who helped my mother abort?Well, it seems that he is indeed a capable doctor, not only helping to give birth to children, but also treating eyes.

I just remembered, unfortunately, after my father's death curse was issued, I could only hear a scream from him.

"Nagini, I leave it to you," said the father.

He also appeared without warning, a figure that appeared in the room out of nowhere, and I had just removed my ears from the door.

"It seems that your eyes are not working well, but your ears are very good, Randolph, I don't seem to have taught you the habit of eavesdropping." He said.

"Yes, you have to have both eyes and ears," I said.

Surprisingly, he didn't get angry at my rebuttal or lecture me as usual.

He looked at me for a while, and just said that he would find another doctor in a while.

"Did the doctors say that this eye will never see again?" I asked him, without waiting for his answer, I laughed to myself: "Actually, that's not bad, at least it looks more deterrent than before."

"Even if you really gouge out their eyes, it won't help." I mean Evira and the others.

He didn't speak, just looked at me for a while, it seemed that we hadn't had such peace in a long time, but I was still waiting for him to say something.

But he didn't say anything until he left, just let me not have to attend the meeting recently.

I have always had a weird feeling about him, he killed my mother, I saw it with my own eyes, I can't forgive him, but at the same time, I can't fight him, like Nagini said, care, we each other, maybe , they all care about each other so much, but it seems that no one can take a step forward in a line. Nagini asked me, what is blocking us?

I said, actually, Nana, being a snake is also very good, at least it doesn’t have so many troubles.

On the day of the funeral, it was a rare sunny day. The sun shone through the clouds and spread a golden warmth on the lake, just like Dumbledore did when he was alive.The mermaids in the lake sang dirges, and the wizards who came to condolences shed tears, and the sorrow spread far and far like singing.

When the crowd dispersed and everything was over, I walked out of the forbidden room, and the white tombstone came into view. I finally confirmed that he was indeed dead.Dumbledore is dead.

I don’t know why, at that time, I thought he would never die. Although he didn’t get the secret of eternal life like my father, the feeling of thinking that he would live forever was amazing, as if he was already in my heart. Become an omnipotent person.

However, he died in the end, not at the hands of my father or myself, but simply died.

I brought flowers from the other side of the hill, where my sister is buried, and I went to see her on the way here, and a mountain of wild flowers has bloomed there, and now I put it in Deng Bullido's grave.

Then I heard slow footsteps behind me, I didn't look back, but I knew who it was, Snape, and he was coming too.

He didn't bring anything, but stood in front of the tomb in silence for a long time, we didn't speak, until the sun set and the evening breeze blew, he made a sound from the silence.

"Dumbledore, let me tell you, if you have time, go and see Daisy, there is too much grass growing there, don't leave her alone..."

I was slightly taken aback, and after a while, I asked him: "That day, was it really you? You killed Dumbledore."

For the first time, unreserved sadness emerged in his eyes as he looked at me.

"Why?" I asked him.Snape isn't one of us, and it baffles me.

He stopped talking again.There always seems to be a deep secret in Snape's heart, which is a place that my Legilimency cannot reach.

A long time passed.I decided to leave, and Snape held me in a very silent and slight way.

"Randolph..." he called my name.

Then, he slowly looked at me, and those unreserved memories appeared in front of my eyes in an instant.

A girl with a swing, beautiful green eyes, and a very innocent smile.

"You...you are a witch, but it doesn't matter, I am also a wizard."

"Tell me about the dementor story, Sev, I love hearing that from you."

"Lily Evans, Gryffindor!"

"I... aren't we friends? Lily..."

"Yes, yes, I always thought so, but what you did, what you and Mulciber did, you disgust me!"

"Mudblood!"

"You make me sad, Sev!"

"Lily, James Potter is not as good as you think."

"Better than you!"

"Lily..."

"I'm getting married, Sev, you will bless me, right?"

"Lily..."

The memories dissipated, and I finished Legilimency, his eyes were filled with sadness that could not be calmed down for a long time, and he asked me: "Do you understand?"

All I knew before was that he loved Potter's mother, but it never occurred to me that that love was deeper and sadder than I thought.For a split second, my heart was hit too, and I said, "Look at me, Severus."

"If we can be together, then I will make you a cup of coffee every morning, and then in the evening, I will sit quietly in the garden and wait for you to come back. If we have a small garden, what about rainy days? , you read the newspaper, I just watch you quietly, when the weather is fine, we..."

"Do you understand, Severus," I said.

He closed his eyes, and it was our shared silence.

Snape and I may never be able to stand on the same line, but we all have the same cognition and sadness for this world, no matter those who have loved us or those we love.

I think this is also the unique sadness of being a Slytherin.

There is no sunset in the distant sky, only the brilliance is left, I said: "Don't tell others what happened today. Let's just chat casually. It has nothing to do with it."

"None of that," he said, as promised.

Later, until many years after he left this world, I never met a better confidant than him. Why do I have to fight against him everywhere, in fact, if possible, he would be a good friend.

Well, it's time for my father to find me later, I put out the last cigarette butt, and I left there.

As for, Daisy... I won't be going again, that sadness would be too sad and my eyes are already too sore.

The author has something to say:

Slytherin love is wordless and silent, whether it is Lao Fu's love for his son, Little Basket's nostalgia for Daisy, or Snape's love for Lily, they don't have the enthusiasm of Gryffindor , but love deeply in silence, especially what they want to protect.