HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

"To confirm my guess," the old man replied, "Unfortunately, the guess we are least willing to accept is probably correct." He looked at Snape's hesitating face, and sighed, Smiled up.

"Harry is, I have to say, a very good boy indeed, Severus," said Dumbledore, "and he's done better than I expected him to be - of course, I have to admit, I didn't expect that the kid would know all this and impulsively run to stop him."

Snape paused following Dumbledore's steps: "Impulsive? You think so?" he asked, his expression darkened with disgust.

"I just warned them during the day—reckless! Arrogant! Never thinks about the consequences! Just like his damned godfather—"

"Severus!" The headmaster looked at the young man's distorted and ferocious face mixed with anger and disgust, and stopped him in a deep voice, "He is not the epitome of anyone, Severus, don't let prejudice blind you s eyes."

Snape's words stopped, he stood in the dark corridor for a while, calmed down, and strode to catch up with Dumbledore in front of him.

The two walked in the hallway one after the other for a long time—Snape really wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a word to break the tense atmosphere.

When he reached the door of the principal's office, Dumbledore turned around and watched Snape's eyes soften: "It's getting late, go back, Severus."

Subconsciously, Snape didn't like the old man treating him like a child who made a mistake, and he frowned.

"The Philosopher's Stone..."

Dumbledore stopped walking towards the headmaster's office, turned to look at Snape, and sighed: "I'm afraid I need to discuss it with Nicole—Voldemort will not give up the Philosopher's Stone easily."

The Potions Professor understood what the principal meant, and his expression became heavy—obviously, there was only one way to completely eliminate the possibility of Voldemort being resurrected by using the Sorcerer's Stone—to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone.And Nicole May used the Philosopher's Stone to live forever, and the consequences of destroying the Philosopher's Stone are self-evident.

Seeing Snape's heavy face, Dumbledore smiled reassuringly: "I think, Severus, you are sober enough that you are not so afraid of death like a child?"

The old man turned his head to look at the moonlight shining through the window in the corridor, the emotion in his eyes was dark and inexplicable.

"I think... Nico will make the right choice."

"It's getting late, Severus, you should go to bed."

On the way back to the dungeon, Snape couldn't help thinking about the look in Dumbledore's eyes. He didn't know—whether the old man wanted Nicolas May to choose to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, keep it, or... Give the power of choice to God?You know, if Dumbledore wanted Nico to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone, he would definitely have the ability to convince his friend that way.

Three days later, Madam Pomfrey judged that Harry, who had been in a coma in the hospital wing, was about to wake up. After receiving the news, Dumbledore rushed over—about what happened in that room, he was afraid that the child would have Not a little doubt.

In fact, Harry did have a lot of doubts.After confirming the safety of the Sorcerer's Stone with Dumbledore, he proposed to know the 'truth'.

'Truth', which sounded childish to the old man, made Dumbledore smile slightly—what is the truth?Does it exist objectively?Or do you choose to believe?

"Truth." He repeated the word, sighing, "it's a beautiful and terrible thing that needs to be treated with extreme caution. I'll try to answer your questions, though, unless I have a good reason to keep my mouth shut, In that case, I hope you can forgive me. Of course I can't lie to you."

Harry quickly asked a few questions - questions that Dumbledore expected the boy to be mostly puzzled about - though he hadn't expected Harry to wonder so soon why Voldemort wanted to kill him.

Until Harry asked about Snape.

"Quirrell said that Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father back then. Is this true?" The boy asked, his eyes full of doubts and grievances.

Dumbledore paused, feeling a little helpless—he had promised the Potions Professor that he would never disclose his secret protection of Harry, but this question had to be answered, otherwise the boy would easily realize that something was wrong.

"Well, they really don't like each other. It's a bit like you and Mr. Malfoy." He replied thoughtfully, "Then, your father did something that Snape could never forgive him."

"What's the matter?" the boy asked quickly.

Dumbledore was silent again briefly: "He saved Snape's life."

Apparently, this strange logic confuses Harry very much—why does the saved person hate the person who saved him?At least Little Gryffindor can't think of a reasonable reason at the moment.

"Yes..." Dumbledore said quietly, "human thinking is indeed very wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such favors... I believe that the reason why he tried every means to protect him this year You, because he thinks that this will make him even with your father, and no one owes anyone. Then he can relive his hatred for your father with peace of mind..." The old man said solemnly, and his heart Sighing secretly, it was too difficult to find a reasonable reason for Snape's contradictory behavior...but he couldn't tell the real reason.

He watched Harry wrestle with the complex logic involved, wishing that the simple-minded boy would accept such an impromptu, flawed reason.

"By the way, sir, there is one last question..."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and tucked up the quilt for little Gryffindor: "Is it the last one?" He smiled again.

"How did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the magic mirror?"

The question pleased Dumbledore, who happily answered the boy's question, stood up and walked out of the hospital wing after unluckily eating an earwax-flavored Beanie.

A few days later, when Harry was finally allowed to leave the hospital wing by Madam Pomfrey, it was already time for the year-end banquet - where he received Dumbledore's lavish extra points, not only for him, but also for him. For the three of them, and Neville - which won them the House Cup this year.

For this reason, Snape, who was secretly proud that Slytherin was about to win the House Cup for the seventh year, shook hands with Professor McGonagall, who was genuinely happy, with an awkward smile on his face.

The next day, full of the joy left over from the night before, Harry ushered in his first summer vacation after entering Hogwarts.

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