I'm playing a big knife at HP

The author has something to say: Warning!Warning!

There are only three chapters in the epilogue, the style of painting changes suddenly, there may be ooc, little angels read carefully.Specifically, if the painting style of the ending chapter is similar to "Evil in the East and Poison in the West", then the epilogue may suddenly become "East and West".If you don't like the little angel... well... either for the sake of the information to be revealed or watch it?

Snape had imagined what the afterlife would be like, but his imagination did not include a steaming cup of English tea.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in front of a round table covered with a floral tablecloth. The round table was placed in the center of a living room covered with beige wallpaper.The windows are open, and the breeze passes through the white gauze curtains, raising a hint of hot tea, snacks, and the sweet aroma of the midsummer sun.The living room of a very standard British middle-class family—if it weren’t for the Quidditch posters thrown on the sofa, the people laughing and fighting in the photo frames on the wall, and the one on the floor walking around cleaning up A laundry basket for socks, and everyone believed it was from Petunia Dursley's family.

Snape clearly remembered that he was lying in the Shrieking Shack just now, bleeding all over the floor.Surprised, he stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and found two large holes on the aorta. The mouth of the hole opened listlessly, not even bleeding.He almost knocked over the teacup, grabbed a shiny silver spoon and held it up in front of his eyes, stretching his neck to try to see the wound on his neck from the reflection.

That's right, there are clearly two cavities in the teeth, which are so big that you can put your fingers in - can I still be alive with this kind of injury?

Snape was dumbfounded.

"I said brother, can you stop sticking your fingers into the wound and stirring it around? It's weird." A young man's voice sounded.

"It doesn't hurt," said Snape dully, "I don't feel any pain."

"Of course it doesn't hurt, you are dead." The young man said carelessly.

The voice sounded familiar to Snape, who had listened to it for seven years with the deepest loathing.As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, a young man with messy black hair suddenly appeared across the table.Snape's mouth fell open.

"Hello, Sev." Another young woman's voice sounded with a smile, "Long time no see."

Snape stared dumbfounded at the two familiar faces in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Lily...James...where am I?"

"Since you're asking, I don't want to be so blunt..." James, who seemed to be in his early twenties, spread his hands, "How can I tell you tactfully? You..."

"I'm dead, I know!" Snape interrupted him impatiently, "Didn't your euphemism come too late? You told me just now!"

He stretched out an index finger: "I saw you, Lily, so this should be heaven." He turned his finger and pointed to the man beside her, "But I saw you too, Potter, so this place is also very Possibly hell. So what exactly is this place?"

Lily and James looked at each other and smiled, and Lily smiled and said, "This is Godric's Hollow, our home."

"That's the 'side' too." James shrugged.

"Speaking of which, you have never been a guest at our house. Since the fifth grade, we—" Lily smiled helplessly, "We haven't seen each other since graduation."

Snape looked at Lily, then at James: "This is really weird." He shook his head, "You look about the same age as my students."

There is a time gap of more than ten years on the faces of the three of them. The once strong love and strong hatred have suddenly become old toys in the attic, with the warmth of old times that make people want to smile.

"Indeed, it's been ten years. Would you like a scone?" Lily asked kindly.

Snape felt he needed to calm down, so he nodded, took a bite of the scone.He choked.

"This... is this a carrot?!"

"That's right, Sev, it's carrot scones." Lily smiled and handed one to James Potter. "It must not be wasted. I made it myself."

Potter chewed hard, with a pained expression on his face.

"Sev, please be sure to finish it too. Oh yes, I heard that you and Harry don't have a good relationship?" Lily continued to smile, "I've always wanted to ask you...why do you bully my son?"

"Yes!" Potter slapped his thigh angrily, and took the opportunity to throw the half-eaten scones into an inconspicuous corner, "Why do you bully my son!"

The majestic Head Slytherin didn't expect to be questioned by his parents one day, but he didn't panic - facing Potter, it was always so easy to start the battle mode.

Snape rolled up his sleeves, opened his posture and sneered at James: "Your son, hmph! Your son burned my robe in the first grade, stole my medicine in the second grade, knocked me out in the third grade, and stole my medicine in the fifth grade." Seeing that I remember sixth grade publicly choking in my class and almost killing little Malfoy and killing me by the way—" He gasped, "As soon as seventh grade started, I just met him and died. This Forget it, why do you say he keeps staring at my medicinal materials? Didn’t you leave the inheritance to him! Doesn’t he know how to mail order what he lacks?!”

Snape felt refreshed once his seven-year grievances were released.

Lily smiled and handed him another scone: "I'm tired, why don't I have another scone for a rest? By the way, we still have celery sticks, and I'll get you some later."

At that moment, Snape remembered the childhood terror of being dominated by celery sticks.

James Potter cleared his throat: "Hey, Harry is a child, so he is inevitably naughty. I think other teachers like him very much, but you have more opinions."

"Speaking of other teachers," Lily raised her eyebrows meaningfully, "Martha, huh? I didn't expect that."

Potter's expression seemed to have eaten something hard to swallow: "I have the impression that Martha is still an immature pudding, no matter how you think about it, it feels weird."

Lily's expression was also a little weird: "I told her back then that you might be... er, forget it, don't mention it."

Snape thought Lily had changed.Enough of this place, he thought, time to ask reincarnation where to go.

James Potter scratched his chin, and became happy again: "But does this mean that you have no idea about Lily?"

Lily threw up her hands and yelled "For God's sake, James!" in despair, but James ignored her and asked, "Then why did you show him when Harry said you loved her all your life?" What is memory, and what is your patron saint?"

Snape faintly felt that there was some great information in that sentence, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he replied directly: "I was about to die then, your son hated me, and I had to convince him that I was a Phoenix I showed him some memories from when I met Lily and at Hogwarts, and a few others, which did include a clip of me releasing a Patronus. My Patronus was a female red deer .”

Lily asked hesitantly, "Then why is Harry so sure..."

"I thought at the time that Harry Potter might not be able to tell the difference between a female red deer and a doe." Snape showed a slightly embarrassed smile, "He really couldn't tell the difference."

James felt that even if there were no wands in the afterlife, he and the middle-aged snotling could still fight for three hundred rounds.

Lily sighed: "It's all our fault for not being able to grow up with Harry. We should have taught him these things."

As soon as she finished speaking, the living room fell silent.

Snape put down the teacup, crossed his fingers on his knees and said slowly, "Why on earth did I see you? I saw your phantom before I died, and why? Are you ghosts? Why didn't you' continue Forward'?"

"We are spirits of the dead, but unlike the ghosts at Hogwarts, we no longer set foot in the land of the living," Lily explained, "Lily and James Potter have 'moved on', but you see We, because you failed to move forward. For more than ten years, you have engraved the death of James and me in your soul and memory again and again, and you have given us strength. Ghosts are actually a strange concept, different from the living , we are not alone. Everyone who refuses to forget us or cannot forget us will have a backup of us in their world. I guarantee that in Sirius' world, there is a James."

James scratched his head a little sadly.

Snape nodded, didn't ask any more questions, just picked up the glass again.James Potter and Snape, who had never sat peacefully at the same table in their lifetime, actually shared an afternoon tea relatively peacefully and quietly after death.

After drinking the last cup of hot tea, Snape smiled: "I think I should 'keep on going', too."

"Yes, you should go." Lily also smiled.

Snape stood up, and James said suddenly, "I have one last question!"

Snape looked at him.

"You don't mean that to Lily..." James scratched his head (Lily rolled her eyes), "But you betrayed Voldemort for her, and you have been a double-faced under him for more than ten years." Spy. I didn't expect you to go to this extent—brave, yes—but if you don't love her, why?"

"James Potter, why doesn't even death add wisdom to you?" Snape smiled faintly, "If you were in my position, you wouldn't do this for Sirius Black huh? I know Blake will absolutely do that for you, and more."

James froze for a moment, thought for a while, and then smiled: "You're right."

Snape paused, "I have one last question too.

He turned to Lily, looking her in the eye. "Am I forgiven? Am I atoned for?"

Lily sighed and looked at James.James shrugged: "We never really blamed you. Even if we knew that you told Voldemort the prophecy, we didn't really blame you—well, I did curse you secretly!— But we were at war at the time, and you were on that side. It was a good thing that you tipped us off. There was nothing we could do about it when things turned out like this, and we never blamed you, let alone Sirius."

James lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "In the beginning, I hated Wormtail the most, but after so many years of death, I couldn't even hate Wormtail anymore. He betrayed us, but he has betrayed us since he was a child." He is not very courageous. Sirius himself is willing to die for his friends, and he feels that others should do the same. But think about it carefully, even if it is the best friend, what qualifications do we have for him to sacrifice his life?" He raised his head, " Speaking of Wormtail, how is he?"

"Good or bad, he tried to escape, was imprisoned in a dungeon by Voldemort, and suffered a lot." Snape curled his lips indifferently, "but he is still alive. If we win, he will have to live in Azkaban For the rest of my life."

Lily said sadly: "Wormtail betrayed us for his own survival. But after that, he hid as a mouse for 12 years, and then he was also afraid under Voldemort, and then he would enter Azkaban again. In exchange for these years , has he really lived?"

Snape felt that he hadn't been much kinder in death, and he had no sympathy for Wormtail.

"So, did you forgive me too, Lily?" he asked persistently.

Lily smiled: "You already know the answer. More importantly, have you forgiven yourself?" Seeing the expression on his face, her smile widened, "Let's go! There are people waiting for you!"

"Someone is waiting for me?" Snape was surprised. "Who? My mother?"

"Martha."

Seeing him suddenly horrified, Lily explained with a smile, "Oh no, she's not dead. But in a second, she'll walk into the Shrieking Shack and bring you back to the world of the living. Goodbye Sev, hope we We won't see each other again for a long, long time."

Severus Snape opened his eyes and saw nothing but pure white.Then a soft white hand touched his cheek, and a smiling face appeared before his eyes: "Welcome back, Severus."