HP told my dad to hit you after school

"Who are you?" Isa sat on the toilet, dripping wet, looking at Severus Snape sharply, "Are you really Severus Snape?"

Snape's brain was racing, and he was thinking of words frantically, but he began to wonder, this person Isabella Lyttering - is there really nothing wrong with her?

"Who are you?" Snape retorted. "Are you really Isabella Lyttering?"

Isa raised her eyebrows: "I'm asking you."

"I'm asking you too." Snape lowered his voice, trying to intimidate her with his aura, "Miss Slytherin, you are an unborn genius, you really can't act like an 11-year-old girl. You have too many flaws, too much. Obviously, I wonder why you have not been exposed so far by your father's side."

Isa looked a little flustered: "I am Isabella Lytherin, as if it were a fake—"

"But you're not an eleven-year-old Isabella Lyttering." Snape pressed, "You really talk about everything when you're drunk, and I already know it all, about you, and— —”

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth and gave her a sweet "you know" smile.

Isa panicked.She had no recollection of what she had said after the drink.Thinking of opening the secret room to face the huge basilisk today, she was too scared to sleep last night, so Tolusius brought a bottle of vodka to bolster her courage.But her wine is 100% crazy, and she doesn't know what she will be crazy about.

"I, I, I, I'm really Isabella Lytherin." Isa pinched her arm and kept calm, "If it's fake, it's ten penalty, my father can't see that it's because of him I thought my child must be a genius—”

"What's your problem? Be honest, I'll spare your life—"

"Wait." Isa raised a hand, "You have problems too."

"Are you Severus Snape?"

Snape raised an eyebrow: "I am, of course I am."

"Can you swear to Merlin, you're Severus Snape, and it was never, ever, not at all another soul that took possession of this body or—"

"So," said Snape slowly, "you're just another soul taking over this body?"

Isa shut her mouth quickly.

The two confronted each other in silence for a while.

It took a while for Isha to find the courage to speak.

"We trade," said Isa, "telling each other the truth—"

"What qualifications do you have to exchange with me?" Snape sneered, "I already know your details, so why tell me about mine?"

He turned back to unlock the door, and started to leave. Isa didn't care much, and pressed everything on her vague guesses, desperately shouting at his back: "You don't want to know that after you die, Voldemort Are you dead or not?!"

Snape froze.

"You don't want to know—" Isa continued without hesitation, "Whether Harry Potter succeeded, whether Voldemort was killed, and what happened to the wizarding world in the end!?"

Snape turned quickly, eyes red.

"Who are you?" He locked the lock again and asked in a low voice, "What the hell do you know?!"

Isa was already surprised by his reaction.

"...Professor?" she asked hesitantly, "Professor Snape?"

Snape narrowed his eyes: "Are you from the war?"

Isa didn't answer.She already had tears in her eyes.

"You are not dead...you are reborn..." Yisha murmured, "You are reborn, the professor is actually reborn...what is the plot of this article...the professor is reborn..."

Snape was so shocked by the shocking thunder that he didn't lose his mind.He slowly took out the potion he had just brewed last night from the inner pocket of his school uniform.

"You know what it is." He leaned closer to Isa, pinched his chin, and held up the glass vial containing the colorless, odorless and transparent medicine to her eyes, "I can force you to drink it—what are you doing! !???"

Isa snatched the Veritaserum, took off the bottle cap and poured it into her mouth. By the time Snape got back the vial, it was already too late. The smell roars."

Snape: "……………………… Do you know that with this bottle, you won't be able to tell a lie for a month."

Isa's current mental outlook is completely different from when she first woke up.She was full of energy and joy, with a completely trusting look of "it's okay, just ask you".

"...Are you mentally handicapped..."

"I'm not! Although sometimes it looks like it!"

"Didn't ask you that!" Snape yelled at her. "Who the hell are you?"

"Isabella Lytherin," she answered honestly.

It seems true, "How do you know what happened after the war?"

"I've read novels that record your deeds in my previous life." What Isa said was really all the truth, but it was an abridged version. "It was written from the perspective of Harry Potter. It was written until after the war."

There was a thought in Snape's mind: ...fuck Potter didn't survive, and wrote his autobiography, right?

"So, is Voldemort dead?"

"Dead. Harry Potter destroyed all his Horcruxes, and finally threw himself into the trap. Voldemort used the Killing Curse, but it didn't kill Harry Potter, only the last soul piece attached to him. Then Harry Potter dueled Voldemort and killed Voldemort."

Snape was stunned for a while, he was going to digest the news slowly.

"And what about the Elder Wand?" he asked tremblingly. "Voldemort has the Elder Wand, and no one can defeat him."

"Draco Malfoy handed over Dumbledore's wand on the tower. At that time, the old wand recognized Draco Malfoy as the master. Later, Harry Potter defeated Draco Malfoy before the duel, so when the duel Unwilling to kill his true master, the Elder Wand deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse."

Snape thought it was a farce.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, as if he was about to fall, Yisha quickly supported him and gave him the seat on the toilet seat: "Professor, you sit—"

"Wait," Snape gripped Isa's wrist desperately, "You know your father's future and what kind of demon he is, don't you—"

Isa slowly pushed Snape onto the toilet and sat down, then squatted down to be at eye level with him.She looked into Snape's eyes and said very seriously, very sincerely, "Of course I know what he's like."

"But now, he has not committed any crimes in the future. As far as I know, he has never even made a horcrux. You see, this is one of his horcruxes in the future," she said, taking the locket out of her clothes. Pick it up, "He's very sober now, and he's on a very different path now than in the future. I can't judge him by what didn't happen."

"And," said Isa, "he was a nurturing father to me."

"If he wants to do those things, those cruel things—" Isa put her hand on her heart, "I will do everything in my power to stop him. I swear."

Snape looked at her complicatedly.

"Have you ever told anyone else about the future besides me?"

"No." She said, "Even my father didn't know. I didn't even tell Ronaldo."

"You're talking shit to a cat," Snape said through gritted teeth.

Isa shrugged.

The two sat and squatted, staring at each other for a long time.

"Is there anything else to ask?" Isa finally asked softly.

"No more." Snape stood up slowly, "...no, there is one more thing."

"You used to be my student?" Snape looked at her inquiringly. "Why did you look so ecstatic when you heard that I was reborn. If you ever took my class..."

If she had attended his class, she would have wished for him to die.

"No!" She showed a very bright smile, "We just like to call you Professor! Professor, do you know that after the publication of that set of books, you have the most fans! Professor, I am your fan girl, Professor!"

Snape was dumbfounded.

"You, don't tell anyone about me and the future." Snape gritted his teeth after reacting.

Yisha nodded desperately: "If you can't believe me, we can make an unbreakable oath!"

"Idiot, how can we stand without witnesses! Five points will be deducted from Slytherin!"

After Snape blurted out, even he was stunned.

Isa's smile froze on her face, and then she asked tentatively: "...Your deductions should be useless now...don't really deduct them..."

Snape: "...ineffective. It's cool. Ten points for Slytherin."

Isa: ...Oh.as long as you are happy.

After the showdown, Snape felt a little tempted to go around Isa.Because after he went back and thought about it carefully, she must be a post-war student who read Potter's autobiography, and Potter who got his memory must have written all the bad black history in his memory... …

Not to mention, when he sees Isa now, he feels that the way her eyes are shining is not showing good intentions.

Goodbye manual, Harry Potter, you yourself should bless it from falling into his hands again after decades.

But after the showdown, the relationship between Isha and Snape is now advancing by leaps and bounds.I mean, relationships on a friend level have grown by leaps and bounds.

"The results of the general election will be out tomorrow." While eating breakfast, the owl brought the "Daily Prophet" of the day.Isa flipped through the newspaper with a spoon in her mouth, "Hey hey, I feel a little excited when I think that I will soon become the daughter of the Minister of Magic."

She spoke quietly, and only Narcissa and Snape, who were sitting next to her, heard her.Snape rolled her eyes wide.

"You should be concerned about today's quiz," Snape said. "Your Potions grades weren't as good as you said, genius girl?"

"That's because your potion covered up my brilliance for the first time." Yisha said indifferently, "I'm just pretending to be forced to you, male god."

Snape sneered: "If Hogwarts offered making excuses, you would definitely get an O."

Isa shrugged: "Okay, but there have been so many things recently, who cares about the potion quiz... My father's election, next week Quidditch Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, next week It's going to be a Christmas holiday...By the way, are you going back for Christmas?"

Snape nodded: "Back...but what the fuck?"

Aggrieved, Isa turned back to her porridge.

Snape had been in a bad mood these days.His bad mood came to a head after seeing Voldemort succeed in his election.

"The youngest Minister of Magic!" Slughorn toasted all the guests with Isa in his arms at the last Slug Club before Christmas, "Let's toast my favorite student from a distance! Although he is still here Busy giving his inaugural speech! I guessed it when he was still at school, he was definitely going to be Minister for Magic!"

Snape, who was also invited to participate, sat in a corner and silently sipped the mead Slughorn offered.

"You are here!" Isa, who finally escaped from Slughorn, found him, "Why are you drinking alone?"

"You're drinking hard liquor again." Snape glanced at the whiskey in her hand, "You're only eleven years old, please remember your own age, Miss Isabella Brainless."

Isa returned the wine glass to the house elf holding the tray among the crowd, and took another glass of champagne: "Is this low enough?"

Snape rolled his eyes: "I didn't force you to change."

Isa smiled and said, "But I must listen to what the professor said! Otherwise, the professor will deduct points for Slytherin again."

Snape was expressionless: "That's what you said. Slytherin deducted ten points for drinking in school."

Isa: ...Oh.

Snape was amused by her expression, but nothing changed.He slowly drank the bottle of mead in his hand, and Isa stood shoulder to shoulder with him, watching the crowd laughing and frolicking in the corner.

"I don't know what the wizarding world will be like with Voldemort as Minister," Snape said slowly. "The future is unknown. That's the worst."

"I don't know." Isa lowered her head and kicked the cashmere carpet in Slughorn's office, "but he should—won't do something too extreme?"

"When he was not the Dark Lord in his previous life, all those who defected to him thought so." Snape said quietly, "I thought so too."

The corner fell into a strange silence.

"I'm going home for Christmas to attend his inaugural dinner so I can meet some of the people he works with," Isa concluded. "I'll try to find out what his future plans are."

"If he's going to go back to the old path of his previous life," Isha said, "I will do everything in my power to stop him."

Snape looked back at her, meeting Isa's bright eyes.

There was so much in her eyes.

Worship, longing, admiration, and determination to move forward.

"...be careful," was all Snape could say at last.

Isa nodded and gave him a big smile.

"I'll give you a present for Christmas," she said with a smile. "You'll love it."

Snape replied with a smirk, "I'm not sure I'll return the salute."

Yisha shook her head, looking like a fan girl: "It's okay! As long as you receive it, I will be satisfied!"

With that, she slipped out of Slughorn's office just in time.Snape drank the wine in his glass and watched the office door close with a soft "click".

It hit his heart.

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In the next chapter, the big boss will appear.

...I feel that my bad name has already ruined the image of the big boss.

I really can't come up with the name...