Remembrance

Of course, I hope that Edward will enter Gryffindor—of course, both the big and the small Malfoy thought he was crazy at the time—and I don’t know why Edward wants to do it with those reckless Gryffindors who have no etiquette. friend.

He didn't understand these things. For so many years, his friend was like a mystery to him. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see it through.

"Draco, not all Gryffindors are stupid, just as not all Slytherins are smart." Edward whispered to him, of course, he wasn't sure Draco understood what he meant .

His father has always wanted to enter Gryffindor, and he doesn't know why, but he has to say that he is the only one in Slytherin who has no prejudice against Gryffindor so far.

So he can play with Harry and the others without any psychological burden.

Draco asked him why, but he didn't know why, maybe it was because of Harry's face that resembled his father's?

Edward always remembered the portrait that his father hung on the wall. The man in the photo had gentle eyes and a bright smile on his mouth. His wand was at hand, and a snow-white owl was always on his hand.

The black and white lines couldn't stop the joy and warmth conveyed from the portrait. He once asked his father why he didn't have a photo of him, and his father told him that since the day his father died, all the photos of him in the wizarding world had stopped having magical effects.

The portrait in my father's room was painted by my father himself.

And Harry's appearance is very similar to the person in the portrait.

Maybe it's because of that?

Who knows, maybe Harry's own personality attracted Edward and Edward didn't know it, or maybe, somewhere, Edward had a more reason to get close to Harry, who had a similar face to his father.

His father did not show dissatisfaction with his behavior, and he probably acquiesced in his choice, so he naturally continued to be friends with him at ease.

Although Draco was awkward for a while, but fortunately, he ignored him afterwards. It's a pity that Draco disdain to be with Gryffindor. When he was with Harry and the others, he would definitely not Will greet him.

The school's first Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, was judged by Snape himself.

Snape sat on the teacher's table, looking at young Harry who came out following the introduction.

He was holding the latest flying broom, and his expression was a little nervous. It was his first time to participate in the competition and he was the youngest between the two teams, so he was under a lot of pressure. Snape noticed that he was holding his light wheel tightly. let go.

That broom, Snape turned his attention to that broom, he didn't like to fly, and he wasn't good at flying, so actually he didn't know much about flying brooms.

But he had seen little Harry practicing on the field after getting the broom.

Even though Snape didn't know much about the broomstick, he had to admit it was a pretty good broom.

And this broom was not bought by Professor McGonagall, but was sent by Little Harry's caretaker.

Snape had seen the broom, and it was obviously different from the two thousand light wheels he bought for Edward. It seemed that someone had modified the broom, and Snape knew very well that the people in the store would not do this , so to speak, the caregiver of little Harry should know a lot about brooms to achieve such an effect.

As the whistle blew, all the Quidditch players took to the air, and Snape's eyes followed the slightly nervous back.

Even when he is leisurely in the air, his demeanor is so comfortable, even if he is a little nervous because of the first competition.

As long as it is Potter, it belongs to the sky.

Snape suddenly remembered what he had thought a long time ago when he watched Harry ride a broomstick.

He still remembered that day, that rare time of rest, the age shrouded in darkness, every day was longer than a year, even if it was not during the war,

The panic of being attacked at any time enveloped people all the time, no matter where they went, the atmosphere affected everyone.

Sometimes psychological stress can break a person.

But Harry was different.

Even though Harry was tense and under a lot of pressure at that time, preparing for battle all the time, at least he knew he couldn't break down.

"Where's Potter?" Snape walked into the meeting room. After the meeting, the Gryffindors sat lazily on their seats. Unlike Slytherin, who walked every step of the way, during the non-war period, these always optimistic youngsters He will try his best to find a way to relax himself, regardless of the war, whether Voldemort will launch an attack in the next moment, it is enough to be tense during the war, and there is no need to torture himself during the rare rest time.

"In the yard." Hermione looked up from the book—not a magic book, but a Muggle book, this witch has her own way of relaxing—"It should be playing Quidditch with Ron. It's gone."

Snape snorted and left the conference room.

The small courtyard passed through the spell, and the space was extended infinitely. The savior sat on the broom, and when he was flying rapidly, the wind passed by his side, ripping his robe.

Like a goshawk flying against the wind, fierce and strong, Porter is more dazzling in the air than in the battlefield. On the battlefield, he needs to cooperate with his comrades, but in the air he can fly unrestrainedly. kingdom.

"Harry, look at the trick." Ron hit a Bludger towards Harry, and Harry dodged it deftly.

"Ron, you still need to practice." Harry laughed. "It's not easy to knock down a Seeker."

"You crafty bastard," said Ron angrily.

The two were back and forth on the field, and Snape was staring at him from below.

The two people who were addicted to the excitement did not notice the arrival of the third person in the arena at all.

At that time, Snape and Harry were just comrades-in-arms. Although there was love in the heart, but no one said it, but I don't know when, his eyes became more and more used to following that thin figure. Because that's his responsibility, that's the continuation of Lily, and because after Dumbledore's death, Potter will be the only hope for the wizarding world, and he needs to make sure that the other party is not in danger, and then what?

Later, he stopped staring at those eyes. Those eyes were full of sadness, but they were always shining with hope. Those eyes were full of hostility, but they were also shining with gentleness. No goodwill was lost.

There were so many emotions in those eyes, he could no longer find Lily in them.

Later on, he became more and more used to looking at this thin but strong figure, and the thought of not wanting him to die overshadowed the thought of protecting Lily's son.

The child who needed his protection before has grown into a generation of leaders, so brilliant and eye-catching.

Harry dodged Ron's "attack" and caught sight of Snape during a descent.

Maybe it was a moment of distraction, the Bludger almost hit him before he managed to avoid it, he somersaulted in the air in some embarrassment, Snape showed an inexplicable smile.

Harry gestured to Ron, then flew across to Snape, turned over deftly and jumped off the broom.

"Damn Potter." Snape resisted the urge to reach out to hold the fellow, "Are you going to break your own leg and use it to show your surrender to the Dark Lord?"

"Hey Severus, you can't say that," Harry said with a big smile, "I'm sure even if I break a limb you'll be able to fix it in no time."

"Obviously, Miss Granger has spoiled you by always using my potions to heal you. I think I need to consider reducing the amount of potions I provide her." Snape's face darkened.

"You won't, Severus." The savior looked at him ambiguously, "You don't want me to be hurt."

I don't know when the other party started talking to him with such ambiguous words, and he has become accustomed to the bad words from the beginning.

The savior is interested in him, everyone can see it, but no one can see that the old bat is also interested in the savior.

Seeing the savior's proud expression, he suddenly reached out and pinched his shoulder: "Since you know, why do you keep doing such dangerous things to make people worry?"

The Savior stared at him dumbfounded.

He implicitly hinted that it is not a matter of a day or two that he has a good impression of the other party. Although it is unbelievable to fall in love with the professor he once hated the most, but after careful consideration, someone who inherited his father's character has no choice. Concealing his feelings, of course, he did not pursue the other party like his father did back then.

Those ambiguous words vaguely expressed their own meaning.

He probably didn't expect the day when he would get a response from the other party.

So he froze.

They just stared at each other, and Ron walked away with rare sense of humor, without screaming because "the old bat is going to answer Harry".

Then they kissed, lingering tenderly, and poured out their feelings.

Then, they identified a relationship.

Later, Harry asks him why he returns his feelings.

"We're going to die at any moment, Harry," Snape said softly to Harry, "and if one day I die, I don't want it to be my regret."

It's like he couldn't tell Lily that he liked her until Lily died. Although that feeling may be mixed with the desire for sunshine, at least it is also a kind of liking.

But he killed Lily, and the "I'm sorry" and "I like you" that he couldn't say became the pain he tasted alone in the night.

Such a pity, he didn't want to taste it a second time.

If Harry had no feelings for him, according to his personality, maybe he would really hide it. No one could see his emotions from Severus Snape's eyes, not even Voldemort.

But Harry had feelings for him, hints and hints these days made it impossible for him to ignore it.

Death in war could happen at any time, but he felt that, as everyone's only hope, everyone would try their best to protect Harry.

He never doubted that he would die sooner than Harry.

Harry kissed his lips lightly, and looked at him with burning eyes: "I was also afraid, afraid that you thought I was too young to distinguish love, afraid that you hated me, afraid that you would hate me when you found out my feelings, But in the end, I decided not to hide myself, because I was more afraid that if one day you died or I died, I would not be able to tell you anything."

I am most afraid that when death comes, the love in my heart will not be told to you.

The author has something to say: the schedule of the new semester is quite optimistic, and it is much easier every month than last semester QAQ

Yueyue's hands are peeling recently. Except for the little finger, the other four fingers on the right hand are peeling off. I lost a part of my finger. After returning to school, I have to wash my clothes by myself. After taking a shower yesterday, I washed my clothes in cold water. It's over. Afterwards, where the skin peeled off, the new flesh looked purple, and I felt terrified when I saw it. I wrapped it up with a band-aid and wept.

By the way, I discussed the plot with Fengfeng yesterday, and then I said that I found Jiyi’s article... According to my current thinking, I am worried that it will eventually be BE, because from the development stalk I think of, the possibility of BE is really great , and then looked at me with tears in my eyes, I suddenly felt so guilty QAQ

But I still give you a vaccination ←_← I am really worried that I will write BE in the end, but it is still possible to go to HE

☆、Mirror of Erised

A burst of cheers brought Snape back to his senses. During his trance, Harry had already caught the Snitch. It wasn't until the end of the game, when he actually won, that nervousness disappeared. Snape watched him being beaten by a group of People surrounded it, celebrating their victory, and snorted softly.

Gryffindor had been losing to Slytherin in Quidditch all these years, and it was rare to win once, so it was no wonder that these people lost all their minds.

If he could, he could have used any reason to prevent Potter from joining the Quidditch team, but he never did.

He didn't want to break a goshawk's wing.

"The speed of this broom is better than I imagined." Harry looked at his broom, "Uncle really didn't lie to me."

"Father, don't you worry about doing things?" Tom rubbed his hair. Slytherin was full of gloom. Although winning or losing is unpredictable, they are used to be ahead of Gryffindor in Quidditch, and this time they still lost To a first-year, Slytherin Seeker throwing a tantrum in the Slytherin common room.

Gryffindor celebrated his victory happily. Although winning a game does not mean that he will win the final victory, he still won, especially Slytherin. This reason is enough They cheered.

Although Harry wanted to celebrate with everyone, he wanted to be with Tom even more, so he ran out to stay with Tom.

"Tom, look." Harry suddenly saw something and pointed to a corner.

Tom followed Harry's fingertips as a figure slinked past them furtively.

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's Quirrell.

"He's sneaky." Harry frowned and looked at Quirrell's sneaky figure in the distance, "Did he want to do something?" He was as timid as a mouse for this stammer, and he didn't even have any content in class. The professor was very dissatisfied. He felt that the professor's knowledge was less than Tom's, but he was still a professor.

"Tom, let's follow and have a look." Harry pulled Tom enthusiastically. Quirrell's sneaky behavior aroused his interest, and he really wanted to know what the professor was going to do.

"..." Tom shook his head helplessly, and finally had to follow.

Quirrell walked into a classroom, and Harry, who was not familiar with Hogwarts at this time, had already forgotten where they were now due to his winding journey just now.

Luckily Harry didn't remember but he believed Tom would.

"Have you found it?" Suddenly, a hoarse and piercing voice sounded in the dark environment. Harry was startled by this ghostly voice, and Tom almost immediately covered his mouth with his hand to prevent his business from being blocked. Scared out.

Harry patted his chest lightly, expressing that he was really frightened just now.

"Master...Master." Quirrell's voice sounded more timid than before, "I...I can't see..."

"Trash." The hoarse voice was filled with anger, making it even more creepy, "You were deceived by that old man, there is nothing here yet."

"But...but I heard him tell Mag that he would..."

"But he hasn't done it yet, even if he thinks the school is the safest, he won't put that thing in an abandoned professor again and again waiting for you to get it." The voice was mixed with anger, stimulating Ha Sharp eardrums, he knew for the first time that just one person's voice can make a splitting headache.

It was even more frightening than the ghost screams that Dali heard when he locked him in a small room and played a ghost movie to frighten him.

"The master's lesson is..." Qi Luo said submissively.

"Go back, you idiot, wait until that old bastard removes this thing before you go to inquire."

Quirrell left the classroom almost immediately.

Only then did Harry come out of Tom's arms covering his head: "What's going on, my head hurts when I heard that voice."

Tom gently helped him rub his temples, the look in his eyes was dim.

That piece of soul film back then was not fully attracted, which caused the remnant soul to resonate with Harry today when he heard Voldemort's words?Or is it purely because his magic power repelled Voldemort, so Harry was affected by his own soul?

No matter what it was, he should write a letter to his father later. After all, it was the first time they used the method to deprive Harry of the remnant soul in his head. There would inevitably be accidents, so it was better to be on the safe side.

"Tom, Professor Quirrell was talking to someone we don't know just now?" Harry rubbed his head, "That voice...is terrifying."

"Never mind that," Tom whispered to him. "You should go back to rest. It's almost curfew."

"Wait, wait," Harry pulled him back, "Let's go in and take a look. Professor Quirrell seemed to be looking for something just now."

Not letting Tom say anything more, Harry pulled Tom into the classroom where Quirrell was just now.

This was an abandoned, empty classroom without any tables and chairs, but the surrounding dust was not too big. The moment Tom and Harry entered, they were attracted by a mirror.

"Mirror?" Harry looked at the mirror strangely, it was much taller than him, "Why is there a mirror in the abandoned classroom?"

"Maybe it was originally put here for teaching, or maybe it's not used in other places." Tom said casually, "Let's go."

"Wait Tom," Harry pointed to the mirror, "it has writing on it."

The light in the classroom was not very bright, but the light on the top of their wands just made Harry notice the difference in the mirror. After all, those letters protruded slightly, and the light refracted after being illuminated by the light on the wand looked very conspicuous.

"What a strange word." Harry looked at the words on it and muttered, "It's a bit of a mouthful."

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly to examine the words on it. This was his habitual action. When he had an idea or wanted to study something, his eyes would narrow slightly.

"Harry," Tom said after looking at it for a while, "read backwards."

"Eh? Read it backwards?" Harry realized belatedly, "What I'm showing is not your face, but the desire in your heart." He finished reading every word, and it took a long time before he realized it. "Eh? This mirror is so... magical..." He said in surprise while looking into the mirror.

Tom raised his eyebrows, and Harry's words dragged on longer and he knew that Harry had completely forgotten the question of "the mirror can show my desire".

"Tom..." Harry's voice sounded trembling, "I saw... I saw..."

Tom stepped forward gently and hugged Harry.

"I saw Mom and Dad..." said Harry softly, "we're standing together, and you and Uncle...we're standing together..."

Tom patted Harry on the back lightly.

Harry turned and buried his head in Tom's chest.

"They're smiling at me, Tom, they're smiling at me." Harry choked up, his hands gripping Tom's shoulders, unable to calm down for a long time.

When Harry was a child, he didn't have much impression of his parents. His aunt told him that his parents died in a car accident, but he didn't know that his parents died for him until later.

Tom was not surprised that Harry would see his parents in this mirror, which was what he longed for since he became sensible.

Tom patted Harry on the back and looked over Harry's head into the mirror.

The phenomenon reflected in the mirror made him slightly raise the corners of his lips.

For a long time, he knew what his heart longed for and what he wanted.

"Let's go back," he whispered to Harry. "It's curfew."

"Shall we come tomorrow, Tom?" Harry looked up at Tom longingly.

Tom looked at his begging eyes, endured it, and finally shook his head: "No, Harry, we can't come again."

"Why?" Harry stared at him with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't be looking for your parents in this mirror, Harry," he took Harry's hand. "They have always been by your side and never left."

Harry looked at the hands they held, recalling the first time he learned of his life experience, he cried for a long time.

Then the uncle hugged him gently and said the same thing to him.

"Harry, don't be sad, you have to know that they love you, they are always by your side and never leave."

The two shadows gradually receded, and a child came out from the shadow in the corner of the classroom.

The boy walked in front of the Mirror of Erised with stiff feet. He was not tall enough, but he still read the words on the Mirror of Erised letter by letter.

It is said that this mirror was made by a goblin, and the words on it were read out in the goblin's language. It was a powerful spell. As for what would happen, he didn't know.

All he had to do was read the sentence backwards.

After a long time, his eyes slowly moved to the mirror.

In the mirror, two men stood behind him. The man with black hair, black eyes and even black robe looked at him seriously, while the people beside him...

That person has messy hair, and sometimes he even thinks that the construction of the bird's nest is more artistic than this person's hair, although that person's hair is messy, but his eyes are beautiful, he has a pair of green His eyes shone like the purest crystal, and he looked at him kindly with a flamboyant smile.

He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that warm existence, but what he could touch was a piece of ice.

The person in the mirror was still smiling brightly at him.

He sat on the spot, staring at the man obsessively.

After a long time, he buried his head in his knees.

A small sob sounded, and then dissipated in the cold air.

"dad……"

The author has something to say: Hey, Yueyue is so sleepy, go take a nap

I'm still struggling with how to write this article HE HE HE

☆, vigilance

Snape was grading the papers of those little trolls, and in fact he felt that the professor he applied to do Defense Against the Dark Arts not only thought he liked Defense Against the Dark Arts, but also because he really couldn't stand those little trolls. Blame it for wasting potions right under his nose.

But even though he was very dissatisfied with the perfunctory homework of the little monsters, he didn't just read it and grade it casually. Hermione once said that as long as Ron and Harry carefully read their Potions homework, then they will I found that the scarlet letters on their homework are all well-founded. Although the content in it almost makes people feel that a living old bat is staring at them and criticizing them, but after reading those comments carefully, for Still beneficial to them.

It's a pity that Ron and Harry didn't have a good impression of Snape. As long as they could complete their homework and not be confined, it didn't matter to them whether they read those comments or not.

After nine o'clock, Snape finished correcting his homework, and the whole person was free.

He turned his head to look at his studio, thought about it, but finally didn't go in.

Over the years, unless necessary, he seldom went to study potions. He no longer felt the fun and excitement of improving new potions.

It was still early after nine o'clock, and he would go to watch the night later. For a while, Severus, who was free, didn't know what he should do.

He couldn't find anything to do.

Then he sat down in a daze, which was something he used to do a lot, but then Harry forced him to change this habit.

"I don't mind if you look at me in a daze." Harry said to him with a smile.

From then on, as long as he was alone, Harry always found a way to find him within a few minutes, sat next to him, and it didn't take long to start talking to himself, from being bullied as a child to being a student All kinds of interesting things - Snape was always surprised, Harry was clearly under his nose when he was a student, but why did he have such interesting things that he didn't know - at the end, he would say The future, talking about the future of the two of them.

It was such a stupid thing to talk about the future in an age when life could be lost at any time, but at this time, Snape would join in this topic and do things with him that seemed very stupid to him.

Then Harry died, leaving Edward behind.

The newborn baby was a monster more terrifying than Voldemort, and he was often kept awake at night by Edward. When Edward was a child, he never had the opportunity to do such a luxury of being in a daze.

And now, Edward is going to school, he will no longer study potions whenever he has time, and he feels at a loss for a moment after he is free.

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to think.

In fact, he used to like reading newspapers very much, but now in the era of Fudge's rule, some of the statements in the newspapers may not be true.

Having nothing to do, he finally found the newspaper that he had tucked into the corner after it was delivered this morning.

In fact, what the current Daily Prophet reported is only the illusion that Fudge benefited, and now he still occasionally asks Dumbledore for advice, but in the near future, this vain and face-saving person will probably start his own stupid political path up.

Under the warm yellow light, Snape read the newspaper absently. Sometimes he could finish reading a piece of news at once, and sometimes he was in a daze for a long time before continuing with what he had just read.

He always had to do something to make him stop thinking about Harry.

How old is a man, and he is not a flower in a greenhouse, what kind of storms he has never experienced, those loves who are desperate to say that you die and I will go with you Love Snape thank you, Harry has been gone for so many years, He didn't know if he could find Harry when he came to this space this time, what if he couldn't?

Maybe one day he will forget Harry, or maybe he will never forget Harry for the rest of his life, but he knows after all, if he turns the past with Harry into a cage to lock himself, then no matter Harry Leigh or himself would wish that they hadn't been ridiculous in those years.

If this love becomes bondage, is this still love?

There must always be someone who will continue their agreement back then.

It was curfew time, Snape put down the newspaper and added a cape to himself, the weather in England was always changing, especially at night.

Hogwarts was silent at night, and there were no lights to illuminate the road, but Snape preferred the feeling of walking alone in the darkness to fluorescent lights. He had been in this school for too many years, and he could follow his Follow the original route.

There was a time when he dared not go back to Hogwarts. The war destroyed more than half of Hogwarts, but Hogwarts repaired itself very well. Hogwarts quickly recovered.

Students still come back to class, professors still stand at the podium.

And during that time, after Snape and Harry broke up, Snape took over the dilapidated Prince family, and barely stepped out of the manor because of the unresolved soul piece on Harry's forehead.

Later, Harry died, and he returned to Spider's End. Although McGonagall also invited him to go back to Hogwarts, he refused.

Inside the castle, Harry was everywhere.

Snape walked in the darkness, as if he had returned to the time when that man was still a student.

It seems that he can always meet Potter wearing an invisibility cloak in a corner inadvertently, maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's his intention.

That guy likes to hang out in Hogwarts wearing an invisibility cloak, this mysterious castle is full of all kinds of secrets, but these are nothing to that guy, Hogwarts is where he belongs , which is recognized by all.

After coming to this space, he returned to Hogwarts. Every time he watched the night, he always stretched out his hand unconsciously. It seemed that as long as he did this, one day, he would inadvertently pull off a soft invisibility cloak, and then a The guy with messy hair and clear eyes watched him warily.

The atmosphere here once made him almost suffocate.

Snape walked through a dilapidated classroom, and heard a faint choking sound.

Edward?

Snape, who heard the voice, quickened his pace in surprise.

In the abandoned classroom, the child buried his head in his knees, the temperature dropped at night, but Snape couldn't tell whether the other party's trembling was from the cold or from sobbing.

"Dad..." He heard the child's helpless voice.

Not far from the child, a mirror stood there quietly. The moment Snape looked into the mirror, a man appeared behind him.

He has hair that can't help frowning, and his green eyes are deep and green because of the dim light, but the bright smile in his eyes is clearly visible.

The other party hugged him in the mirror, and he saw the two of them kissing like no one else, full of lingering sentimentality.

Snape closed his eyes almost feebly.

He squatted down and hugged Edward slowly.

Gryffindor Lounge:

"You said you just saw Professor Quirrell..." Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

"It's a terrible voice." Harry shook his body. "He was talking to another person, but I don't know who he was talking to, and that person's voice was so ugly and scary."

"Oh my God, Professor Quirrell has become a vampire, right?" Ron was terrified. He still remembered that everyone said that Professor Quirrell turned into them after encountering a series of horrible people and things such as vampires. As stuttering as you can see.

"I don't know," said Harry, "but I don't think Professor Quirrell is normal."

"Do you think we should tell the principal?"

"Of course," Ron said immediately, "such a strange professor is too dangerous."

"Oh, I can't imagine." Hermione shook her head, "Such a thing would happen."

"Let's go to bed first," Harry said. "Shall we go to Professor McGonagall tomorrow? I saw it last night before the curfew. Even if I tell Professor McGonagall, I won't be penalized for other reasons."

"En." A few people took this matter to heart, Professor Quirrell's master... what he was looking for made them very concerned.

"By the way," Harry seemed to think of something, "my uncle said that he would be very happy for you to visit my house at Christmas." The uncle replied that he was very happy for his friends to be guests, which made Harry very happy. "He said I was always going to make some friends."

"That's really nice." Ron blinked. "My parents are going to Egypt to see Bill, and I think they'd be very happy if I said I'd be visiting with you."

Harry went back to the dormitory and wrote a letter to his uncle, but unfortunately he couldn't give it to Hedwig at night.

After rolling on the bed for more than half an hour, he couldn't fall asleep.

What happened tonight shocked him too much. That Professor Quirrell felt that there was something wrong no matter how he looked at it.

Harry hugged the quilt, tossing and turning.

After 5 minutes, he finally sat up resignedly.

"Can't sleep..."

15 minutes later:

Tom opened his eyes and pulled out his wand from the bedside: "Who?"

The door was opened, and the sleepy child rubbed his eyes and closed the door on his own, and then he didn't even bother to open his eyes, and just swayed with his eyes closed: "Tom, I dare not sleep alone."

Tom wanted to tell him that he remembered clearly that four people lived together in the Gryffindor dormitory!

The author has something to say: the so-called death will not die, what a painful experience.

The most deadly thing in the world is that I suddenly decided that a good teacher should be full-time after I applied for the list, OTZ

☆, reality and dream

There will always be some people in the world that you cannot let go of. For Snape, he naturally has such a person who he wants to protect wholeheartedly, even if that person is later strong enough to shoulder the responsibility of the wizarding world.

Another fierce battle ended, and Snape and Harry sat side by side on the ice