HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Dumbledore was writing something behind the desk with his head down, his naturally hanging white hair and beard were dyed with a golden halo by the sunlight projected from behind him, which made Snape slightly dazed, even Three years later, the old man seemed to be as unchanged as the castle they were in - Dumbledore when he was in school, Dumbledore three years ago, and Dumbledore now, they all seemed to be the same .

Dumbledore looked up after writing the last word in his hand.His bright and clear blue eyes seemed to be shining even in such a backlit angle, watching his potions professor gently.

"Severus," he smiled slightly, "the weather is so nice, why don't you accompany me for a walk outside?"

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, looking half helpless and half mocking: "Am I your leg, Dumbledore? So that you have to go out with my company?"

Having said that, he still stood firmly in place and waited for Dumbledore to come to him, and the two walked out from the door of the principal's office one after the other.

The last class this afternoon has long since ended, and most of the students have already returned to the common room of their respective colleges. The deep and magical corridors of Hogwarts are almost empty, only the movable stairs They operate silently according to the laws they have adhered to for thousands of years, and occasionally some portraits can be heard chatting together.

Neither Snape nor Dumbledore were people with heavy footsteps, they walked side by side along the already familiar path towards the outside of the castle.

In the twilight, the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts was deserted early in the morning and no longer lively during the day, but both the white wizard and the former Death Eaters were obviously used to this, and they walked silently on the soft grass.

"I'm glad to note," Dumbledore said first, "that you are gradually learning to regulate your life."

Snape raised his eyebrows, and did not reply him immediately, and the old man was not in a hurry to get an answer, the two walked forward slowly in silence.

"I guess I have to."

It wasn't until he had walked half of the Quidditch pitch that Snape replied slowly.

"After all, it's really flattering that you care so much about the health of a little potions professor like me." He recalled Dumbledore's interviews from time to time in the past three years, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. A little bit - no one can really hate other people's real concern for themselves, even if that person is Snape who wants to be considered lonely and weird - he doesn't believe that Dumbledore will not know that he is definitely not that kind A person who was so depressed that he gave up his life because of grief, not to mention that he still had the responsibility to protect Potter that he had promised Dumbledore.

Then the old man's attention in the past few years can only be for him - just for Severus Snape, not for anything else.

Dumbledore laughed—the kind of energetic and enthusiastic smile that only belonged to Gryffindor: "Then you'd better get used to this kind of concern, Severus, the sorrow of the past should not hold people back from moving forward." rope, and I hope at least it helps you realize that."

Snape's softened expression froze slightly, and he relaxed again under the old man's gaze.

"Dumbledore's philosophy again?" He even let the other party see the arc of his perennially tight lips.

"Of course, that's Dumbledore's philosophy."

The old man replied with an obviously happy expression.

The two tacitly stopped talking, and walked the remaining half of the journey in a quiet atmosphere.Snape, who was about to go to the Forbidden Forest to pick potion ingredients, said goodbye to Dumbledore. Standing in the darkened twilight, he silently watched Dumbledore walk into the entrance hall of Hogwarts shining with warm candlelight. Turn around and walk away.

Perhaps it was the white wizard's persistent interviews that really paid off. Gradually, Dumbledore was able to get more friendly comments on Snape from other old colleagues who had worked with him for many years. The initial 'indifference' and 'arrogance' gradually turned into 'serious', 'meticulous' and 'hot outside but hot inside', as if watching a boy who likes to hide in the dark cautiously learning to stretch out from his corner Stepping out into the warm room, although the process was slow, the joy it brought to his guide was incomparable - he couldn't help but feel sincerely proud of his friends' praise of the boy, because only He understood what a heavy and unforgettable burden the young man was gradually letting go of.

While the old man was guiding Snape to integrate into the environment bit by bit, time was passing by unknowingly. Hogwarts professors sent off students one after another, and ushered in another class of students. One freshman after another, Snape could clearly find that the students' fear of the Dark Lord was getting weaker and weaker. On the contrary, more and more people showed their respect for the child Lily had protected—that Bo Special adoration.

He knew these children had grown up hearing Potter's name, but why?A baby who does nothing is praised by everyone, but who remembers who is the hero who really resisted the Dark Lord?

Snape's inner anger was not difficult to detect - at least not difficult for Dumbledore who knew the inside story, but what could he say?This is a thought that a man must never touch directly, and it is not a problem that can be solved after a few interviews. If this problem is not resolved, I am afraid that this kind of anger will be poured directly on the completely innocent Harry.

When Dumbledore was in a dilemma and Snape suppressed his anger secretly, the old man received a letter from his long-time friend Nicole Flamel.

Different from ordinary letters of greeting and exchange, this letter came in an extremely urgent manner. It seemed that the sender didn't even have time to find a suitable envelope, so he just tied the letter paper with a rope hastily and handed it to the owl.

Dumbledore, who received the letter at the breakfast table, gradually sank while reading, and his previous smile disappeared completely. Before he even had time to say hello to the surrounding professors, he pushed away the half-eaten plate in a hurry Leaving the table, leaving behind only a burst of disbelief in the auditorium

Snape's heart sank subconsciously - he hadn't seen Dumbledore's stern expression in all these years.In the past ten years, it seemed that everything would be easily resolved in front of this white wizard who enjoyed the highest praise in the wizarding world, and it was indeed the case. Snape could only have one guess to make the old man show such an expression——Dark Lord, came back.

He looked around, both the professor and the students had already forgotten about Dumbledore's departure, and only left in a hurry as if there was something urgent at the principal's house, and started a new round of topics.

——I hope it is really what these people think.The Potions Professor swallowed the food in his mouth reluctantly.

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Yesterday I hand-rolled a cover, and I feel that I haven’t drawn in six years and it’s okay to draw it... But the tools are too simple, only the mouse_(:з」∠)_ draws until he vomits blood ORZ

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