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Nothing in this world lasts forever, he knew that from a long time ago.

Snape froze for a second, then recovered quickly, waving his wand to show the time as he surveyed his dark, dank dormitory - it was only an hour away from when he left.

He lowered his head, clutching the Time-Turner that brought him back.And Lily's broken time-turner was still lying quietly on the desk.

He put the two time converters together, and then picked up the book he was reading before leaving - he tried the time magic recorded on it, but unfortunately failed completely.

Fortunately he is back.

He is back.

Snape picked up a piece of scratch paper and began to write. He filled the entire sheet quickly, without pausing for thought, and wrote his thoughts on time magic on it.Then suddenly he stopped.

In the end, he crumpled up the whole piece of paper and threw it in a corner.

He lowered his head, picked up the book again and began to read, forcing himself to immerse himself in his studies, even though he had finished reading the entire book, he still had to find something to plug his brain.

Maybe it wouldn't stop at all - his mind was full of Harry.

As if he could still hold that hand.

But he knew that he gave up with his own hands, and he chose to come back.

From a disembodied ghost back to himself, greasy and dirty no one likes, always alone and enjoying this loneliness for fun, this is the real him.

Completely different from the ghost in front of Harry, he was always in the shadows, struggling in the dark mire.Not the pearly white, luminous purity in Harry's eyes.

The original silly boy would not even know his real name, he would only remember that there was a prince in his life.

But he was never a prince.

And his boy was a true savior.

"You are mine." He kissed his fingers reverently, as if the touch of the other's skin was still on his fingers.

The sweet and faint scent of strawberry shower gel was mixed with the boy's breath, entangled in his sleep like a nightmare.

He let himself be addicted, briefly and without trace.

He is like a distant dream.

His smile, his crisp voice.

His ridiculous integrity, his tolerance and warm love.

It used to be something that was within easy reach, and he had to let go after holding it tightly.

Harry doesn't exist in this world right now.

his Harry.

"Your Time-Turner." He returned the intact one to Lily.

The enthusiastic red-haired girl took the Time-Turner and stared at his friend silently, gloomy and greasy as always, looking terribly miserable, "You've been studying all night again?" She pointed at the blue eyes under Snape's eyes black.

Snape frowned slightly, and he stepped back so that the finger didn't reach under his eyes.

Maybe it's because he's been away for a long time, and he's not very used to the enthusiasm of his friends - he stares at those emerald green eyes, which are not covered by glasses, making these eyes shine like colorful gemstones.

Similar but not alike, Harry's eyes are much quieter, his boy is so unique in this world, no one else will be like him.

"Snotlite, get the hell out of Lily's way!" The noise came at the same time as a spell, and Snape turned his head away, turned and quickly drew his wand at his nemesis - the inseparable two of the quartet.

"Potter, I've never known anyone who likes to be beaten so much. Maybe this is your unusual preference." He said eccentrically, using a silent spell to bounce James Potter away and hit the wall. It made him cry out in pain—Snape's mouth twitched, eyes glistened with pleasure.

"Your mouth is so stinky, it should be filled with bezoars." Sirius sneered and rushed forward when he saw his friend being knocked into the air, and beat Snape to blood without even using a spell.

Snape and Sirius wrestled, and soon James got up and wanted to join the fight, but met Lily's eyes, like looking at garbage.

"Don't you guys just like to bully others for fun? I'll tell Professor McGonagall!" Lily angrily turned to the four of them, especially Sirius who was still holding onto Snape's collar. She turned to Professor McGonagall's The office ran.

"Oh, Lily, it's not like that, please listen to my explanation - the snot man is not a good person, he has a bad stomach..." James hurriedly followed.

Sirius threw away the collar he was holding on to like a rag that had soiled his hands, and he spat right in Snape's face, "Another great day, you've made a lot of money."

He laughed and planned to follow.

Then hit by a silent jinx, he knelt down and held his aching belly.

Snape stood up, looking down at Sirius who was under the Abdominal Cramp Curse with a blank expression, and picked up his collar to beat back all the humiliation he had just suffered.

So when Lily found Professor McGonagall, what she saw was that Snape beat Sirius into a pig's head.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor each deducted 10 points, you all write me a review." Professor McGonagall stepped forward to separate the two. She heard the cause and effect, but the unilateral beating she saw made her unable to favor Snape, even if he was the victim.

"Go to Madam Pomfrey, and then Mr. Potter and Mr. Black, please come to my office." She pressed her aching forehead.

These kids are getting more and more of a headache, and she needs to have a good talk with them, whether it's not enough homework or too easy work that keeps them doing nothing all day.

Snape looked gloomily at James, who was giggling aside, he was chanting a curse in his heart, but there was nothing he could do when the professor was here, he could only turn around and leave.

He can spare that face, but he can't promise anything else.

Sooner or later, he will make them regret for life.

Snape made his way gloomily to the stairs, to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, thinking about his and Harry's secret room, and burying himself in potion-making.

Time magic research is still fruitless.

His luck was as bad as ever, so hopeless that there was no hope at all.

Snape closed the book, wondering if he should curry favor with the old chameleon in exchange for permission to enter the Restricted Section.

And then he recalled the benefits of the ghost state, even though it almost drove him crazy—he felt nothing, couldn't touch it, like a dandelion seed floating between the sky and the earth, and finally made him fall to touch In that world is Harry - he is his fulcrum, like his whole.

"... What are the recommended dishes for Mrs. Puddife's Tea House?" Lily's voice jumped into his ears, and he raised his head to meet those emerald green eyes. She was staring at the leaflet in her hand in distress.

"You could try earl gray tea with strawberry shortcake," Snape suggested, looking into those emerald green eyes and getting a surprised look.

"Have you been there? - No, didn't you have permission? Your parents allowed you to go?" Lily asked a series of questions in succession.

"No." Snape picked up the book and stood up, taking one more look at the pretty redhead before leaving.

"Are you going on a date with Potter?" he asked softly.

Lily's face flushed instantly, "I, we are not—anyway—not the kind of relationship you think. Well, he asked me out—I just want to see what he has in mind, not... ..."

Snape looked at her silently, "You don't need to explain, your wavering attitude towards Potter has nothing to do with me." The corners of his mouth curled up in a familiar sarcasm, like a habitual disguise of his appearance.

"Anyway, we are not the same kind of people." He paused, and finally called out the title contemptuously, "Mudblood."

Not surprisingly, Lily's originally smiling face was completely drained of blood.

"You're hanging out with those Slytherins again, aren't you?" She stood up and asked loudly, attracting Mrs. Pince's attention.

Snape turned away without turning himself back, silence was his answer.

He had made up his mind when he had received Malfoy's letter yesterday.

He needs money.

He needs fame.

Just as he thought before, proceed step by step.

So he accepted the single potion making, and he had to show his sincerity.

This road is full of thorns for the mixed race, he gritted his teeth and wanted to go on.And old friends will only be his burden.

He can give up all - as long as he can learn time magic.

On Saturday, Snape stood in front of the eighth-floor window and watched the red-haired girl and her friends make their way to Hogsmeade.

James Potter slid his way through the crowd like an eel towards Lily, and they ended up walking side by side.

He took that hand.

Got a slap though - deserved it.

Snape turned around with a cold snort, and walked to the Room of Requirement alone.

He wrote back to Lucius Malfoy that he could finish the potion, but he needed permission from the Restricted Area.

The author has something to say:

I have a headache, let me write a chapter first.The little professor still wants to go back now, the way he struggles against fate is so cute