HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

The freshly mowed grass in the early summer was moist, and Snape came to a place he was very familiar with according to the address written on the letter sent to him through a special channel.

His footsteps paused when he saw the monument in the central square that only wizards could see, looked up at the face of the girl who had lived in his heart and smiled slightly, then walked around the statue and walked towards Dumbledore Hope the direction he was going.

"Welcome, Severus." Dumbledore opened the door and welcomed Snape into the house. "Would you like a drink?"

Snape glanced at him, and slowly smirked: "Of course, without telling the Ministry of Magic, it is very important to meet Mr. Dumbledore, the most dangerous criminal of this century, who is at large. I would like to ask for some drinks to comfort my panicked heart. reasonable."

"That's what they claim?" said Dumbledore with interest.

"Then I should really be honored by such a prestigious honor." He turned around and poured Snape a glass of gin, and put the glass in front of the Potions Professor, "Have a nice day, Severus."

"Don't tell me you don't know what they think of you." Snape raised his glass to him, "—as we all know that Mr. Dumbledore has a habit of reading the newspaper before going to bed." He was not in a hurry to taste this Instead, he held the wine glass in his hand and looked at the inside of Dumbledore's house.

"Is this your house?" He asked, looking a little puzzled, "I've never heard you mention it..."

Dumbledore understood what Snape meant.It was a strange thing that no one knew that he lived so close to the Potters' old house, and it was no wonder Snape found it strange.But the old man had no intention of explaining anything to him—even Dumbledore himself didn’t understand why he wrote this address instead of Aberforth’s Pig’s Head Pub—which was obviously farther away from Hogwarts than Hog’s Head Pub. Closer, but also more convenient.

Snape didn't dwell on the issue too much.As someone who was mature enough, Snape didn't care how much Dumbledore kept his past secret.He tilted his glass and took a sip from the rim.

"The Dark Lord still doesn't trust me," he said. "I'm afraid your plans for me—whatever they are—will mean nothing."

"Oh," Dumbledore said with a sigh, somewhat fondly, "don't you understand, Severus? I knew from the start that he probably wouldn't trust you. To be honest, I'm afraid he'd give you Not even as much trust as he could have given Malfoy—even if that friend declared with such fanfare that he was under the Imperius Curse."

"Since you know that," said Snape, "why ask me to come to him?"

There was a silence.Dumbledore smiled, but didn't answer his question.

Snape obviously became annoyed by the silence, and he leaned towards Dumbledore: "Since you already expected that he wouldn't trust me, what's the value of me being a Death Eater again?"

"You'll find it valuable," said Dumbledore without hesitation, and smiled again, "but not now."

The black eyes and the blue eyes looked at each other for a while, Snape frowned and snorted coldly, and sat back.He didn't take the wine glass that was put down before, and leaned on the back of the sofa with his arms folded.

"Is that all you want to ask, Severus?" asked Dumbledore. "I thought you'd at least say something about my being kicked out of Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic—ah, embarrassingly so. opinion."

Snape raised his eyebrows: "If you remember correctly, I expressed my opinion on that matter from the beginning. And I didn't invite you here."

"Okay." Dumbledore shrugged.In fact, he was already prepared for the potions professor to taunt, but it would be better if Snape didn't have that interest.

"How's Harry doing with his Occlumency?"

"Potter has no talent at all..."

"Yes, I know. We can't expect him to suddenly have extraordinary talent," said the old man, crossing his fingers. "At least you're still teaching him?"

"..." The Potions Professor looked away under the gaze of the other party.In fact, they hadn't continued teaching Occlumency since that time when Potter peeked at his memories, "Umbridge is very strict—" he tried to defend himself.

"Not long after you left Hogwarts, she forbade us from teaching students anything beyond what they were taught—"

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "it was foreseeable. But you must be thinking of other ways..."

"I can't help it!" said Snape, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes.He didn't think of any way - the learning of Occlumency was a mutual torture for him and Potter, so since Umbridge issued this rule, he just let himself not go to Potter again. T-Of course, if Potter is so eager to learn, he can't teach him for Dumbledore's sake, but since Potter hasn't mentioned learning Occlumency since that time... …

Dumbledore frowned and said nothing.Snape took another sip from his glass nonchalantly.

"What are you doing these days?" he asked, almost eager to change the subject.

The Potions Professor's intentions were too obvious, causing Dumbledore to look at him again: "I walked around and investigated some things that I don't know." He simply brought his experience during this time But, "Has Voldemort been doing anything lately?"

"I said he didn't trust me..."

"Yes, I mean, did he act more cheerful than before or—"

Snape frowned: "I think it's not much different all the time. Of course, it's better than before - after all, he looks more pleasing to those who came out of Azkaban than us."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

After a while, he stood up and sent Snape out.

"Nice to meet you, Severus," he said.

"I don't see much point in today's conversation."

The old man smiled slightly: "Sometimes, seemingly meaningless things can have unexpected effects."

Snape shrugged noncommittally. "If Potter knew you lived here, he'd be thrilled, I promise."

Dumbledore's expression softened visibly.

"Goodbye, Severus." He didn't respond to the young man's words, "Concentrate on Harry's Occlumency, will you?"

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I think it is necessary for me to translate the emotional line......Forget it, I am too lazy to translate [Decadent]