The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Roaring flames illuminated the path ahead, and the roaring Cruciatus Curse passed by.

Harry's right hand was pulled so hard that it hurt, and his legs flew backwards, stumbling towards the woods.

Half a body ahead was Professor Snape, who was incredibly fast. I had never noticed that his legs were so long before.

She glanced back hastily, and saw Bellatrix chasing closely behind her. Her sprinting movements made her look ferocious. She wondered if her breath would be interrupted when reciting the spell. She was not a blood relative, so it would be best if she looked back. He can also fall down and use his body as a speed bump for the Death Eaters behind him to help them escape pursuit.

"You run ahead, and I'll fight the curse."

"Good professor."

Harry ran out of breath and could hardly recite a spell, so he gave up. "Professor, is it really okay for Loren to stay alone to deal with Voldemort? How about we go back?"

"Idiot, burdensome."

Calling him a fool because it's impossible to go back in this situation.

He was said to be a burden because he couldn't help even if he went back.

The Potions Master's words were sharp, but not very clean.

Snape quickly waved his wand, scattering invisible blades and dark green light. Although the hasty casting reduced the power, the invisible blades often splashed blood, making one or two Death Eaters lose their ability to pursue. , the improved Death Curse is even weirder. Even if it is blocked and broken by other spells, the remaining breath of death can make Death Eaters afraid.

Not all Death Eaters are as desperate as Bellatrix. Lucius, Rookwood, Old Nott and others are more like fishing in troubled waters. The curse is released at will. The fleeing people are not hit, and the branches along the way are blocked. It exploded and splashed everywhere.

One wand faced off against dozens of wands, and for a moment it actually gained the upper hand.

The two sides gradually distanced themselves.

While he was running away in a hurry, a bright red light suddenly lit up behind him, even shining through the dense branches and leaves to illuminate the path ahead. Then there was a boom, and there was an obvious vibration on the ground.

Harry was startled, and Snape was also stunned for a moment. His expression suddenly turned serious. He turned around and saw a rainbow shadow that penetrated the sky and was gradually dissipating.

The Death Eaters chasing behind also saw it, and a series of air blasting sounds sounded in the woods.

Harry was very familiar with this sound, and he asked in confusion: "They Apparated and left, why?"

"Because Voldemort is calling."

Snape stared into the distance, his left hand resting on the outside of his right forearm, where the Dark Mark was exuding scorching heat.

"The battle is over!" Harry opened his eyes wide and quickly realized, "Then Loren..."

Snape glanced at him, and did not hide his disdain for his intelligence: "If something happens to Loren, it will only be Voldemort who catches up. Now that he summons the Death Eaters to leave, it can only prove that something happened to him."

"..."

Harry opened his mouth, and his first reaction was to look at him with disdain. Then he reacted and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Loren defeated Voldemort!?"

"Because Dumbledore is there too."

"Dumbledore?"

"You don't think Loren was the only one who saw you leaving the castle, do you?"

"..."

Without the Death Eaters chasing them, the two of them stopped running and stopped to rest.

Snape didn't say a word. Harry slowly took a breath and glanced at his mottled gray hair. Unknowingly, the disgust and even hatred accumulated in the past few years had disappeared.     When did the change occur?

Perhaps it was when he learned that the Half-Blood Prince was Snape.

Maybe it was when he saw Snape waving his wand at Voldemort.

Or maybe it was when Snape asked him to run ahead.

Harry decided to say something: "Professor, about the ritual of resurrecting the dead..."

"I will start preparations again."

Although Snape tried his best to restrain himself and maintain a calm tone, some emotional fluctuations could still be heard in his voice.

Harry fell silent, and silence began to fill the trees.

After about a few minutes, rustling footsteps were heard not far away, and two familiar figures slowly walked out of the forest. There were basically no traces of a fierce battle on their bodies, and it was completely impossible to tell that they had just defeated the history. The most powerful dark wizard ever.

After a year, Loren finally saw the retired Potions professor head-on. His hair color had changed, but he was still greasy, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm, like the surface of a black lake without ripples, and there was even a trace of... The stock is dead silent.

A faint silver glow shone through the gaps in the leaves, and the semicircle moon slanted down. Dumbledore's shadow was stretched and widened, and the shadow spread to cover Snape, who was resting against the tree, as if the mastermind behind the stage was dragging people in. Dark metaphor.

"Severus."

"..."

"Maybe you should talk to her."

"who?"

"Lily."

Snape suddenly looked up and saw a half-moon hanging over Dumbledore's right shoulder. Following the pale moonlight, he saw the old man's right hand reaching into his sleeve, taking it out and opening his palm. A black gem lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Snape held his breath, stood up straight and walked up to the old man. He lowered his head and looked at the cracked black gem. A vertical line divided the triangle and the ring. The unique symbol reminded him instantly of the poet Beedle. The legend of the three Death Brothers, the legendary Deathly Hallows slowly overlapped with the black gem in front of me.

"Summon... the souls of the dead."

Snape murmured softly. He slowly stretched out his right hand to touch it, but was too scared to face it.

After thinking about it for thousands of times, he still couldn't make up his mind, so Snape turned his head and looked at Harry not far away, wanting him to touch the gem. Just like the previous resurrection ritual, his memory was also transformed by Harry.

After hesitating for a long time, Snape lowered his eyes. Even if he couldn't get Lily's forgiveness, he decided to be selfish again, for the last time.

He reached out and held the black gem, turning the stone in his hand three times.

A cool breeze blew, and the soil scattered by the branches on the ground in the forest made a sound. The moonlight was attracted and gathered around him, condensing into a soft body.

"Li..."

Snape's lips moved, and the air passed through his throat, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Lily's figure was no longer transparent and illusory, but more solid. She put her long hair behind her head and walked in front of Snape and Harry, with a gentle expression and clear green eyes.

Harry touched his upper and lower lips twice, but failed to call out a sound. He just looked at her face intently, as if he could never see enough.

Loren was concentrating on observing the state of Lily's ghost. He felt Dumbledore beside him gently touch his shoulder. He understood what he meant with just one look, nodded, and quietly followed him to the side, leaving this space for them.