Remembrance

He had no book in his hands, not even a wand.

All eyes were on him.

"Everyone, I'm your new professor." Leaving aside Harry's invisibility, Harry's gentle personality really makes people like him instantly, "Thank you for forgiving my little shortcomings. Some adjustments have been made. We will focus on practical lessons. There are three lessons in Defense Against the Dark Arts per week. I am only planning to use the first lesson to explain the theory. I personally think that the theory can be memorized by rote, but if you really want to I understand, I have to do it myself, I know you all brought books, so how about opening the book now?"

Many people opened their textbooks. The Defense Against the Dark Arts book was not too thick, but it was definitely not too thin. However, some people opened other books with malicious smiles.

The professor's eyes couldn't see, it was like the professor turned his back and couldn't see what they were doing.

Looking at those opportunists, Harry shook his head with a sigh, and casually put the book in Ron's hand into the drawer, and pulled out the Defense Against the Dark Arts book from Ron's bag.

Before Ron could frown, Harry tapped his fingers on the table, and in an instant, several books flew onto the desk.

Many people let out an "ah" and looked helplessly at the textbooks that flew onto Harry's desk.

"The thickness of each textbook is different, so the sound of the collision with the table is naturally different." Harry patted the books on the table and said with a chuckle.

Everyone looked at Harry in amazement.

"I hope that there will be no textbooks other than Defense Against the Dark Arts in my class. If you feel that you still want to be opportunistic, I can set a spell at the door so that you can only come in with textbooks on Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Ron opened his mouth wide, looked at Harry, then at the professor.

"I asked the deans of each college for the list of each grade. The desks here change with the classes of different grades. They are just enough to sit. If there is one person missing," Harry knocked on the table in front of him. There was a cry from the table, and then silence fell. "Of course, I allow you to be 5 minutes late." He added a sentence.

Everyone swallowed.

"Also, you should know that your books are labeled Defense Against the Dark Arts. If someone takes another book, the table will not allow it." Harry snapped his fingers.

The previous "fish that slipped through the net" rose from the table and flew in front of Harry.

Everyone gasped.

It is impossible for the tables at Hogwarts to have such magical powers to recognize the words on the books, and also have the ability to get the books out and put them on the desk accurately. Although the house elves can help change the number of tables, Hogg Watts' tables and chairs wouldn't rattle just because there was one person missing, and there was only one explanation for all of this.

That's the magic spell.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him put a spell on the table, making these opportunists and those who want to skip class because the professor can't see it restrained.

It's nothing to cast magic on the tables and chairs. If the professor doesn't have some magic power, he will naturally be looked down upon.

But everyone could see clearly that the professor in front of him had never used a wand or cast a spell since just now, yet he let the spell on the desk and chair last for so long.

"If you have no doubts, let's start the class. By the way, I will hand over these textbooks to your dean later, and you have to get them back from your dean."

The Slytherin student breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that no one wanted to sing a different tune before, but they were suppressed by the chief calmly.

Only then did they know that the chief had learned silent magic.But fortunately the chief made a move, otherwise they really had to face the dean, and they didn't know what to say.

Gryffindor let out a sigh. They didn't want to face Professor McGonagall. The other two colleges were more or less crying, but their dean was not as serious as Gryffindor's dean.

Ron looked at Harry with grateful eyes.

"Although uncle is gentle, he is absolutely strict in teaching." Harry approached Ron and said softly, "Don't be opportunistic."

Ron nodded sharply.

The author has something to say: _(:3」∠)_It’s a bit difficult to write Harry’s lecture, let me sort it out slowly, after all he can’t see, I hope you like me to write him like this o(*￣▽￣*) o

☆、Who needs treatment

Harry listened to the voice below and smiled slightly.

He naturally knew that these things could not be prohibited. The students would always be naughty, but he couldn't let these students feel that they were being bullied because he couldn't see them. After all, he really wanted to teach these students.

Harry tapped the blackboard with his hand, and words appeared on the blackboard.

"Professor Dumbledore told me that your foundation is not very good. Last semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts grades were generally relatively low. He suggested that I spend some time consolidating your theories."

Last semester, there was an irresponsible professor like Quirrell. Except for a few students who were interested in learning, basically many students memorized it by rote. blank before.

Dumbledore had a special talk with Harry before Harry's class. He was very worried about the current level of Defense Against the Dark Arts of Hogwarts students. In fact, the average level of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the British wizarding world has always been very high. Low.

"In class, I need to combine the previous content. The first grade textbook is the foundation. The progress may be slower in the first few weeks. I hope you can bring up the progress. I will go to Professor Snape in two days and ask Adjust what he said when he gave you a substitute class last semester."

The content of the textbook was actually very closely connected with the textbooks of last semester. Harry was worried that these children's foundation was not solid. In fact, the foundation of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Hogwarts was not solid.

"Because I can't see, if you want to ask a question, I don't mind if you tap your table three times, I can hear it."

Harry had just finished speaking when he heard the soft slamming of the table, so he stopped with a smile.

"Professor, I see that you haven't waved your wand and haven't brought any textbooks since the beginning," Hermione Granger stood up. She was a girl who paid attention to details, but she didn't mind the professor not bringing any books. Wand was surprised, and when she had finished, she introduced herself, "Hermione Granger."

"Okay, Miss Granger," Harry knew where she was by hearing the voice, so he came to Hermione's side with a smile, "As you can see, I didn't bring a book, and the contents of the book are actually It’s easy to write down. I think I need to combine the textbooks of the first grade and the second grade in view of your weak foundation. That is to say, the content of my lectures may not be limited to the textbooks of the second grade. It’s understandable ?"

"Yes professor, I understand." Hermione took a deep breath, she knew that she was a fast reader and read a lot, but not everyone was like her.

"The knowledge in the textbook is easy to memorize, but it is difficult to understand. I suggest that everyone should have a notebook. If you want to improve your grades, as for the wand, I am used to magic without sound or wand."

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Harry adoringly.

There are many wizards who know silent and wand magic, but there are not many wizards who are completely free from wands.

Being able to achieve this level proved the wizard's enormous magic power and proficiency in the field of magic.

The eyes of many people looking at Harry began to change, but the Slytherin people looked at Harry with thoughtful eyes from the very beginning. Since Harry is Tom's father, Tom's ability is naturally the one in front of him. As taught, now, no one dares to look down on him because of his eyes.

"Professor Snape told me that you don't have any summer homework, because he is still a substitute professor, so the homework I assign is to talk about your views on Defense Against the Dark Arts, which will be handed over to me at this time next week, and I would like to know yours." The understanding of that, and your foundation."

Immediately when the class started, everyone found that the class was not boring. The invisible professor in front of them guided them from the most understandable angle. If Quirrell failed to guide them, the professor in front of him would do it. Finish.

Edward stared at the man who was talking and laughing.

He didn't bring a textbook, but the knowledge seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he came at his fingertips. During the lecture, it was like chatting with them. The content was very interesting. The person who spoke was only the person in front of him, but everyone below Fascinated.

He remembered that when his father talked about Daddy, he said that Daddy was a man of profound knowledge, but his knowledge did not come from textbooks, but from the environment in which he lived.

The cruel war forced the savior to grow up, and the savior learned the content taught in the books without a teacher, or learned it in other ways.

Today, the savior is educating these children with a wealth of knowledge.

He was so gentle and so knowledgeable.

He was supposed to be his father.

Edward took a deep breath and knocked on the table.

Harry heard it, and he stopped, waiting for his student to ask a question.

Edward took a deep breath, and he stood up, but his movements were a little stiff.

Harry remained silent the whole time, and he didn't blame the students who knocked on the table for not speaking for delaying the time. He clearly heard the source of the noise, so he walked to Edward's side.

The eyes of the whole class are fixed on this side.

Edward watched the man walk in front of him, a little nervous, but the other party looked at him with an encouraging smile.

He swallowed, and said softly: "Edward Snape, teach...Professor, you just said that Defense Against the Dark Arts can sometimes rely on ancient magic patterns, but not everyone has learned ancient magic patterns when they take the elective course." .”

"Mr. Snape." Harry nodded, his smile was as gentle as ever, "Defense Against the Dark Arts with the help of ancient magic lines is just an auxiliary, but not all magic is suitable. After the changes of the magic lines, many magic lines have increased. New explanation, you can take some subjects next year, I just give you a guide. If you choose the ancient magic pattern, I don't mind you mixing the two."

"So Professor, have you tried?"

"I tried it before, when I went on an adventure, and then I got used to wandless magic, so I didn't use it anymore." Harry said, "But this is a very wonderful experience. If you try it, you will like this combination, but It is a pity that there are not many magic patterns that we can learn today. It is said that 300 years ago, magic pattern was once the main subject of Hogwarts. It is a pity that this kind of magic pattern was too complicated and difficult to understand. Go use it, and then the Hogwarts magic pattern subject will become an elective."

Edward said thank you and sat down.

He tried to take a few deep breaths, and his excitement slowly calmed down when he heard Harry bring the topic back to the main topic.

Tom glanced at Edward indiscriminately, but didn't speak.

The class was still going on, but the farce expected by everyone did not happen. All the students were attracted by Harry's lecture, and several professors specially asked the students to read books, and took time to walk to the door of the classroom.

They knew that with Harry's hearing, they must be able to hear the voices hovering at the door, which is not respectful for a professor, but they couldn't help it.

But they never expected that these students were really sitting so obediently, at least from their point of view, no students made small movements at all.

Within a day, word came in about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and even in Slytherin he got very good reviews.

Because the head of Slytherin's house is the son of the new professor, many people don't believe this statement.

But many are waiting for their Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons.

Within a week, this "a little problematic" professor was accepted by most people.

But not everyone will like this professor.

"He assigns homework even if his eyes are invisible. I want to know how he corrects it." Many people said eccentrically, for the homework assigned by the new professor, he just glanced at it and still went through it. Just hand in your name.

I can't see with my eyes, so no one knows if this homework is blank, right?

Or pretend better and copy something else into it.

Anyway, the professor can't see it.

Many people think so.

And that's not what Harry wants to focus on.

All he knew was that when he knocked on the cellar door, he heard Harry's and Tom's voices.

"Uncle." Harry's temper was more lively, and he was very happy to see Harry's arrival, "Why did you come?"

"I came to see Professor Snape for something." Harry stroked his head. "What is the reason for you two? Are you locked up?"

"That's not true. Tom is going to make potions for uncle. Last semester, we borrowed Professor Snape's potion room for the whole semester to make potions for uncle."

Snape suddenly remembered that he had seen the potions made by Riddle, and they all acted on the soul. At that time, he was still wondering whose soul was damaged to such an extent that it needed potions to nourish it like this. Could it be...

"Bobby," he called to his fireplace, "come here."

Madam Pomfrey came over soon, she rarely saw Severus in such a hurry, but when she arrived, she only saw two professors and two students.

"Harry?" She looked at little Harry dangerously, "It can't be that you have something to do again?"

Harry shook his head violently.

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☆, lied to you

"Bobby," Snape swallowed, trying not to speak so hurriedly, "maybe you have time to check Professor Evans' body, as far as I know, he has been using soul potions. "

"Oh, my God!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed in surprise. She had been with Harry for several days, but she couldn't see that there was something wrong with Harry's soul. "I'm simply a failed therapist ’ she said.

"Don't say that, ma'am." Harry smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that he came to Professor Snape to inquire about the content of the substitute class last semester, and he didn't expect to alarm Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh, I'd be remiss if I didn't see something wrong with your body," she said, waving her wand.

Although the incident happened suddenly, Tom himself was also extremely worried about Harry's health, and now that someone was helping to check him, he was naturally happy. Even little Harry walked to Tom's side, letting Madam Pomfrey check it out at ease.

"Eh?" Madam Pomfrey frowned, "My dear, you don't look blind from birth."

Harry nodded.

"Sit down, sit down, let me check you out, oh I have to say your soul is in terrible shape, but the potions you've been using have kept your body in good shape, but your glasses don't It’s like an acquired trauma. With all due respect, you should have been hit by something. Your psychological effects have caused your blindness. That is to say, you don’t want to open your eyes, and you don’t want to take a look at the world. Oh, I'm amazed that your soul has been wounded so badly that you don't have wounds on your body..."

Later, when Madam Pomfrey said something else, Snape didn't hear it.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a young man's hysteria.

"What do you see in me, James is still Lily, why doesn't anyone see me, Harry is just Harry, it shouldn't be James or Lily, just because of the goddamn looks ?”

Later, the voice became fragile and helpless.

"Isn't it, as long as I don't look like Dad anymore, isn't it, as long as these eyes are gone, you can see me?"

"Who have you looked at all these years, Severus Snape, who have you looked through my eyes all these years, and who are you looking at now?"

"I will never appear in front of you again, Severus, never again."

Snape looked at Harry, Madam Pomfrey was still talking, but he couldn't hear anything.

Without the appearance similar to James, without the glasses like Lily, look at me, Severus, what do you see?

Do you need to compare each other?

You are you, you have always been you, there is no need to compare with her.

You're just...my Harry.

Unfortunately, this sentence can no longer be said.

This is the whole story back then. Severus thought he had cheated Harry, but Harry was already ready to leave. He originally planned to express his feelings no matter what bad reasons Severus used. Angry, and leave cruelly.

However, only Lily's reason made Harry believe it was true.

At that time, Snape made Harry hate James through Harry's hatred. He had seen Snape's memory in fifth grade.

He could tell that Severus had a good relationship with Lily.

After many years, he never expected to hear the ugly truth from Snape.

All these years, this person, watching, has always been Lily, who protects him because of Lily, and hates him because of James.

Now the retribution has come to him. The long-term brewing of potions has caused a lot of toxins to be buried in his body. It is not easy to remove these toxins. His chance of surviving is less than [-]%. Harry knows the report.

He had thought about helping Snape, he couldn't let Snape leave him so early.

It's just that Snape said that he chose to die, he hoped to apologize to Lily, and he hoped to make amends.

More than 20 years ago, the incomplete story was finally completed. Snape revealed the prophecy, which led to the deaths of the Potters. He willingly became Dumbledore's spy, just to protect Harry.

Protect... Lily's son.

Years later, when he was covered in toxins and his chance of surviving was less than [-]%, he chose to give up, to die, to...seek Lily's forgiveness in person.

So he quarreled with Harry. For Harry, no matter how slim the hope of Snape's survival was, he would not give up, and Snape chose to die, so he told Dumbledore that he hadn't finished talking. Completing the story, Harry finally understood that for so many years, Snape saw not only James, but also Lily in him.

But Snape didn't tell Harry that he knew that his chances of surviving were slim, and he didn't want Harry tied to his body. If he was lucky enough to survive, he would watch Harry from afar and continue to guard him. If he couldn't survive, then it was Merlin who finally punished him.

So he chose the most extreme method.

Harry has always been bitter about others saying that he is like his parents, and he is even more bitter about Snape's behavior of involving his hatred of James on himself.

He never imagined that Snape would use this excuse to drive him away.

Harry thought about accepting Snape's false excuses, but instead believed the half-truths.

So he really left.

Went to a place no one expected.

He went to the spider tail box.

Compared to Snape, he had less than a [-]% chance of surviving a child.

Not to mention giving all his magic power to this child.

Without potions, he doesn't have much time.

Once the soul slice is revived, Harry's body will be occupied by him, so Harry forced the growth of the child and forced the birth of the child.

When he was dying, he said to Ron, give the child to Snape, ask Ron to be the godfather of the child, and ask Ron to help find some precious potions.

"I won't let him atone for it so easily," said Harry. "He asked her forgiveness, and I, I won't forgive him, I won't..."

Ron and Draco held Harry's hand tightly, and Hermione only had time to look at Harry before she hurried to find Snape.

But it was too late.

Harry burned his own soul and destroyed his veins. Even if the soul piece was really revived, all he got was a crippled body. Harry only had time to name the child, and only had time to tell Ron something, Just closed his eyes.

In fact, he had long since disappeared.

No one knew what he had been through during this time, not even Hermione and Ron could find him.

They only know that when they got the message from Harry, the smell of blood filled the room. Harry was lying on the bed. He had already arranged his baby, and the baby was still crying. The blood from when he was a child, and when he destroyed his own meridians, the blood vessels gradually burst.

When he died, blood was constantly oozing from his skin.

He destroyed the last piece of Voldemort's soul in the most ruthless way.

Years later, Snape found the death contract and made a wish to see Harry again. He paid the price demanded by death without hesitation, and left the original world with Edward.

You all know what happened afterwards.

Edward grew up gradually, and Hogwarts ushered in another batch of freshmen. The savior was not the person they were looking for, but the new professor was the one they cared about.

However, even if the world is changed, even if the person concerned forgets what happened at the beginning, the persistence engraved in the soul will never be forgotten.

So he no longer has the eye-catching scars, the messy hair, the frivolous arrogance of his youth, nor the thin and pale back then.

He became gentle and became one of the ordinary wizards. No one will stare at his scars anymore. No one will say that he is the savior. His responsibility should be this and that, and some people will say You look like someone and so and so, he's just Harry Evans.

What's more, those beautiful glasses will never be opened again.

Snape leaned against the wall, watching the man.

Harry's wish finally came true, he will no longer be the leader of the Order of the Phoenix and DA, no longer the savior, no longer James' son, he will go to a strange place, and no one will be killed because of his scars. Know him immediately, and no one will use these reasons to hurt him again.

Perhaps, this is the best ending of this story. If Harry hadn't come to apply for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, they would eventually grow old, but they would live in peace forever.

So the story should end here, everyone should have their own peaceful life, everyone's life should continue, what do you think?

I lied to you...

The author has something to say: The stupid author just saved the manuscript for "Ge An", but it turned out to be cheap and published it directly, so I asked the editor if I could do it all over again, and she answered me: Hehe

My whole body is hehe, so I came to abuse you

☆, the so-called embarrassment

"Ma'am, I'm really fine." Harry's voice came faintly, even with a slight smile, "Although it's rude, I still want to say that I'm used to the current way of life."

Snape turned his head and could clearly see the warm smile on the young man's face.

The sorting hat once said that Harry has the potential character of two houses, that is to say, whether he is assigned to Slytherin or Gryffindor is very suitable, and even the sorting hat tends to assign him to Slater Lin—even though the Sorting Hat didn't know whether it was the soul slice on Harry's forehead that caused the Sorting Hat's judgmental bias.

Harry, who was still in school back then, never let people see that he had any character related to Slytherin House. Snape only heard Harry mention the incident when he was sorted after he was with Harry. At the time Snape had laughed at Harry for being a potential Slytherin.

But now, he, who has almost faded away, seems to have neutralized the two personalities, and is even more calm.

Snape clenched his fists.

"I know, dear." Madam Pomfrey looked at him lovingly. Although she was a colleague, Madam Pomfrey would always be more patient and loving towards her patients, not to mention that Harry actually looked like He was a student who had just graduated from school, and his soul was traumatized, so Madam Pomfrey subconsciously wanted to treat him with care. It can be said that she almost subconsciously treated Harry as a student of the academy, "You It must have been a long time. Many people will subconsciously follow their living habits instead of changing them, but at least you need to adjust your soul. Merlin testified that I have seen many wizards with traumatized souls in my life. Even though their magical powers are huge, they are still suffering in their old age."

"I listen to you, ma'am." Harry nodded with a smile.

"Well, since I know about your situation, no matter what method you used to recuperate, you have to follow my method now, but I still need to see the potion you used before, and make a Do you mind making changes?"

"I don't mind." Harry shook his head, "The prescription is with Tom."

"Oh?" Madam Pomfrey blinked unnaturally, then looked at Tom who had been standing by Harry's side, and his expression hadn't changed since she gave Harry a diagnosis, "Little Mr. Riddle?"

Tom nodded solemnly: "I've always been making Dad's potions."

"You?" But this child is only 12 years old!

Madam Pomfrey suddenly realized the unnatural behavior of the professors when the child was sorted back then, but it was only a guess at that time, but now...

A 12-year-old child making advanced soul potions?

And Harry Evans just let this kid into the potions room?

Madam Pomfrey actually felt that her hands were shaking.

During the sorting, many people were very concerned about the surname Riddle. Even Madam Pomfrey herself was anxious for a while when she heard that a child with such a surname entered the school and entered Slytherin. How should I put it, the surname Riddle casts too much of a shadow on their generation, but this year Riddle got along very well with the little savior. It can even be said that although he is a Slytherin, he maintains his identity everywhere. As Harry of Gryffindor, many professors feel a little relieved, and even Madam Pomfrey is quite satisfied with such a student.

And Madam Pomfrey felt that since she was in the medical wing, Dumbledore would naturally be anxious about Riddle, so she seldom cared about it.

But now, Harry's words made her have to pay attention.

On the other side, Harry was already comforting his "child" with a wry smile.

"I'm fine." He lowered Tom's head, even though he couldn't see, he could still feel the low pressure released from the child, "I promise Tom, no one can take me away from you and Harry. "Although Tom knows that he needs to use soul medicine to stabilize his soul, he is not good at healing after all, and because of the agreement with himself, Tom can rarely use advanced magic.

Tom abided by Harry and rarely used advanced magic. Except for Harry's potion, he never let Harry down at other times.

So all he could do to help him was to make the potion. Before Madam Pomfrey examined him, no one except Harry himself knew how bad his body and soul were.

If it weren't for the huge magic power support and the supply of potions that never fell, I'm afraid he would have been a bone of bones long ago.

But none of this should be known by Tom and Harry.

Now it was considered an accident, Harry's first reaction was to appease his deep-minded son, at least compared to Harry who was still ignorant of many things, Tom was always too worried about some things.

Tom pursed his lips and stared at Harry. He wanted to ask who made his father look like this with a cold face, but he knew that there were many mysteries in his father that even his father could not solve. If the question is asked, it is estimated that it will only add to father's troubles.

In the end, he just grabbed his father's finger tightly and said seriously: "It will definitely be fine."

Harry nodded with a smile.

Only then did Tom borrow a quill and parchment from Snape, and called Harry to his side. After that, he explained one by one the formula and method of making soul potions, even if they were improved in the middle, and the magical power of the notes. write on it.

After finishing writing, he and Harry double-checked to make sure that they didn't miss anything, and then handed it over to Madam Pomfrey: "I made Dad's usual potions, and I also listed the other potions he took. On the above, including his usual diet and occasional conditions when using wandless magic."

Madam Pomfrey took the parchment in surprise. They watched Tom complete it in front of them. It was absolutely unreliable. It wrote down every word and every word Harry's usual practice of taking the long-term soul potion. It was very clear, whether it was the method of handling the materials or the slight improvements made to the potion, and it was obvious that Tom and Harry took good care of Harry on weekdays.

"I have to say," Madam Pomfrey's astonishment at the items listed on the parchment had already given up entanglement with Tom's life experience, "the way you take care of Professor Evans is comparable to the most senior nurse."

She seemed perfectly satisfied with everything listed above.

"Oh, but I think we can still make some improvements on this, Severus, come and see." Madam Pomfrey pulled Snape who was still in a daze, "These two little guys have already done a good job. It's good, but I think we can maybe try to improve in other areas."

Snape looked at Harry with a complicated expression, then at Madam Pomfrey, and nodded belatedly.

"But this still needs your help. Oh, concerning the safety of a professor's soul, no matter how busy you are, you should spare some time. After all, Tom and Harry are still young and cannot support all the potions. Of course, if you really If you can't help, I can contact St. Mungo."

Seeing Snape's more gloomy expression than usual, Madam Pomfrey thought that he was very unhappy with her arrangement. You must know that Severus is always very dissatisfied with extra work on weekdays, so she made up for it later. said a word.

But before she finished speaking, Snape interrupted her: "No, Bobby." Snape said, he stared at Harry, but no one could see the emotion in his expression, "I will Match yours."

"This really surprised me." Madam Pomfrey murmured, "But it's a good thing that you are willing to help."

An unintelligible sound came from Snape's throat, and then fell silent again.

After everyone finished their work and Harry persuaded Tom and Harry to go back to the common room to sleep, he had time to explain his purpose to Snape: "I originally wanted to ask Professor Snape about your last semester. The content of the substitute class." He was a little helpless, obviously he didn't expect to meet Tom and Harry here, and was further pulled over for an inspection, "It's a bit late now, maybe I can make an appointment for tomorrow night. "

Snape was silent and didn't speak. In fact, he basically had such a silent expression after the others left.

Harry tried to make himself able to hear the nearby voices, but unfortunately, Snape was not even breathing so lightly that he couldn't detect it.

This was an uncomfortable thing for him. He was blind, but he acted like an ordinary person.