The day to become the final boss

Trust Snape completely?What a joke!

"I don't think I need it." Little Potter turned his head away. In his opinion, if he wanted to trust Snape completely, he might as well let Voldemort continue to patronize his mind.

Snape's eyes flickered for a moment, and for some reason, Harry felt his face grow darker.Snape looked at him, those dark eyes were eerily silent.

The oppressive aura made Harry feel the air around him grow colder, and he shrank back under the covers like Snape had turned into a dementor.

After a long while, Harry heard the malicious sarcasm slowly spit out from those two mean thin lips, the tone was like a slug that had lost its medicinal value, "Hmph, Potter—"

Arrogant, brainless, high-spirited, self-righteous Potter!

Although Headmaster Snape was full of anger and had no place to vent his anger, the work that should be done had to continue. After he came out of the medical wing, he went to the Ministry of Magic - Arthur.Weasley needs a potion for snake venom.And when Madam Pomfrey interrupted his class again three hours later because of little Potter, Snape still had to go to the medical wing immediately.

"Self-study! Then everyone put your potions on the podium before class is over." The headmaster, whose face and robes were all black, strode out of the classroom. The corners of his black robes rolled up like bat wings, When he left, the door of the Potions classroom closed with a bang.

"What the hell happened to Potter?"

Snape was moving like a black hurricane, and Madam Pomfrey had to trot to keep up with him. "His scar hurts again and he's rolling all over the floor in pain - I can't detect what's going on with the kid at all."

Snape opened the door to the hospital wing and saw little Potter twitching unconsciously on the floor.

"Merlin!" Madam Pomfrey immediately stepped forward to help him up, Little Potter's face turned into a strange blue-gray, and the lightning scar on his forehead was so red and swollen that it was half the size of a fist.

Snape pinched the savior's jaw with a gloomy face, and poured the soul stabilizing potion into his mouth roughly. Madam Pomfrey gently massaged Harry's throat, helping him to swallow.

After a while, little Potter stopped pumping, and his face turned from gray to pale, but he was still unconscious, and the scar on his forehead was still terribly swollen.

Snape frowned.

"Bobby, I'd like to trouble you to go down to the cellar, you know the pet that stays in my office?"

"Of course, isn't that the talking lizard? You've had it since you were a student... What's wrong?" Madam Pomfrey tried to get Potter to the hospital bed, but Snape stopped him.

"It's called Ferrigues, and you tell it I need it to come over."

Madam Pomfrey looked disbelieving, "Severus, what we should do now is deal with Mr. Potter's problem, not your lizard."

Snape stared at her with dark eyes.

"Well, I hope you're not joking."

After Madam Pomfrey left, Snape found charcoal in the hospital wing, drew a complicated magic circle on the floor, and then floated the unconscious savior into the magic circle, waiting for Ferrigues.

A pair of big, glass bead-like golden vertical pupils appeared in his line of sight baldly. "What do you want me for, Severus?"

Snape looked behind the lizard. Madam Pomfrey had not returned.

The lizard dragon grinned, revealing sharp white teeth. "I'll let her take a nap." It poked little Potter with its tail on the floor and smacked its lips. "Is it because of this brainless cub?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me Lord Ferigus can't see that something is wrong with this brat."

The lizard dragon scratched its chin with its sharp claws, "Of course, it's very simple—are you going to close the soul connection between this cub and another guy?"

"Obviously." Snapera raised his voice.

Just as Snape guessed, little Potter's mind was filled with some disgusting things - pranks, Quidditch, adventures, playing truant, an idiot-faced Black, and so on.Watching one outrageous memory after another slip past him, he regretted it now, regretted entering the mind of a Gryffindor - none of the concerns in this troll-like mind were about seeking knowledge.

This made Snape more firm in his cognition that the little Potter was born by the old Potter alone.

Snape looked at Harry.What happened to Potter at the Dursley's house, he was silent for two seconds, and walked towards this deeper place.In the deepest part of those messy memories, there was a cloud of cold air entrenched there. Snape couldn't see it, but he could feel its cold tentacles taking root in Little Potter's brain like tangled spider webs.

Snape waved his arms to trace the magic circle in the air, every inch his hand passed, the place glowed faintly.

He was careful not to irritate the cold mass, and tried his best to gently leave the sealing magic in the little Potter's mind-now it was in the little Potter's mind, if the mass of things struggled, it might make Potter feel emotional Collapse, this is extremely unfavorable to him, if he resists with abundant magic power, then the unlucky one will be Harry.Porter.

Everything was going smoothly, but just when Snape was about to complete the magic circle, the cloud suddenly moved, it began to twist, and the savior's brain space produced a huge suction force.

Snape gritted his teeth and joined the magic circle, and some illusory shadows were stripped from him—that was part of his memory, some of which belonged to reality, and some of them came from Snape's dull and painful nightmares .

The moment Snape completed the magic circle fit, a huge sharp claw suddenly appeared in the mind space of the savior, hooked his robe and took him out.

Snape, who was lying on the floor, opened his eyes. He sat up abruptly, and looked at the sleepy little Potter next to him—the savior had woken up. His big emerald eyes stared at Snape in a daze, and his little face was pale. .

"Potter—"

The savior's body trembled violently, he got up from the ground at an astonishing speed, knocked a bed "creak", and stumbled out of the hospital wing as if being chased by a dementor.

"What's wrong with him, Severus?" Ferrigas blinked.

Snape pursed his lips and let out an annoyed hum from his nose. With a wave of his hand, the magic circle on the floor slowly disappeared as if it had been weathered. "Ferrigas, how can you ask a human to guess what the troll is thinking?"

Harry.Potter stumbled all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, scaring everyone he met with his ugly face.He ran into the bedroom in a trance, closed the door forcefully, and then, as if all the strength had been taken out of him, he leaned his back on the door panel panting, and slowly slid down.

Those inexplicable images that appeared in his mind flooded him like a tide - he never thought, never thought that he would see a man named Severus.Snape's man suffered, depressed and desperate for most of his life-he never thought that he had headaches all the time, and that his lack of Slytherin blood was the reason for the Parseltongue, and he never thought that he was like Dumbledore Lido would say grimly to Snape "that boy must die—"

There are a lot of things he never thought about.

Little Potter inserted his pale fingers into his messy hair, and shivered in a corner.He choked up, tears streaming from his eyes.He really never thought that he, who thought he was the most pure and righteous Gryffindor, would be Voldemort's Horcrux, and the secret weapon carefully kept by the old headmaster!

The so-called savior is actually a living sacrifice for the wizarding world to pacify Voldemort!

"Son, oh baby, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the boy's abnormal behavior, the Porter couple couldn't help feeling sorry for their son.

Harry lifted his tearful green eyes.

He suddenly thought of something - no!There are two extra memories in his mind!In the memory of being forced to go to the altar, the last scene was in the 7th grade, and he is only 14 years old now!In that dark memory, Snape's complexion was yellow and thin, his eyes were as hollow as a walking dead, but now the Snape who really taught himself looks much younger and healthier!

That dark memory was that Rhysnape loved his mother, and the other memory was that Rhysnape had a partner—although he couldn't see that person's face clearly...

correct!Little Potter stared blankly at the portrait on the bedside, and asked uncertainly, "...Dad, Mom?"

The couple in the portrait were taken aback at the same time.

"Harry, you know?!" James asked.Potter blurted out, his face full of astonishment, and Lily was wondering who told the secret to her son while being surprised.Is it Moores?That couldn't be, Lily could tell he never cared about his son, but it was even less likely for Severus.

"Are you really my parents?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then he felt all the strength in his body come back, he ran to the portrait in a few steps, and held it up high, "But how do you Is it like this?"

"Because we were under the spell of concealing our true faces - how did you know, Harry?" Lily jolted in the shaking picture frame. "Oh honey, put me and your dad down."

"It's Snape—" Harry placed the portrait on his chest.

"Professor, it's Professor Snape." Lily said disapprovingly.

Harry's expression seemed to have just swallowed a rotten cabbage, and the old Potter twisted his face in the portrait and "cut".

"Oh dear, sometimes you really are just as unpleasant as your dad." Lily gave her husband a sideways look, James.Potter immediately fell silent.

"Listen Harry, Professor Snape is mum's best friend—"

"How is that possible!" Harry screamed frantically. "Snape once called you a Mudblood! He's a filthy Death Eater!"

"That was our plan. Severus joined the Death Eaters because of me, because of Dumbledore's request—who did you hear about Harry?"

The green-eyed savior kept his mouth shut tightly.

Lily said gravely, "Listen, Harry, I don't know where you got this information, but I can say for sure, definitely - Severus is my best friend, best friend. If it weren’t for the blood relationship, we would be brothers and sisters with the best relationship! I don’t allow anyone to speak ill of him, you don’t know how he has protected you behind your back these past few years, you should thank him, Harry - I don't want my child to be seen as ungrateful!"

Little Potter sat down on the edge of the bed, completely calm now.

He came to an unbelievable conclusion - the extra memories in his mind should belong to Snape, one of them belonged to reality, and where did the other come from?

No matter which memory Snape is always protecting himself, even if he hates it—then, although the real Dumbledore was killed by the invading Death Eaters, would he have also tried to protect himself for the greater good? The interests of forcing someone to kill him, forcing an already exhausted and suffering soul to die step by step-and he, Harry.Is Potter another living sacrifice?