Chapter 348 Method of Return

"Gryffindor stole it from the Goblin King. Oh, it's coming... to make amends." Daisy flipped the barrel and stood it upright.

This sentence contains a lot of information, both serious and informal. Several professors at Hogwarts were silent for a few seconds, and finally decided to pretend that they had never heard this.

Hermione's eyes blinked, and even if she didn't speak, Loren understood what she wanted to express.

Gryffindor has something to do with this place, so are the other members of the Big Four also something to do with it? Coupled with the conjecture about the prison... Loren felt vaguely that he seemed to have glimpsed something extraordinary.

"Drill in from here, and the wine barrel will lead to a time node in your existence. Slowly stay there for a few months or years, and when the magic power is exhausted, the Sands of Time will bring you back to the "now". "The female boss pointed at the wine barrel and said to them.

Snape's lips pressed into a tight line, and an indescribable feeling gradually emerged. It started as a gurgling stream, then became more and more turbulent, until it piled up into a huge wave.

It seems to be fear, but it also seems to be expectation...

"But I must remind you! No changes are allowed to the real history that has happened. This is the rule of time!"

Snape was unmoved. He had already tasted the pain thousands of times. So what if he could experience it again. If he could see those eyes again...

Loren and Hermione pushed away Professor McGonagall's arms and stuck their heads out to look into the bucket. There was nothing. It was so dark that they couldn't even see the bottom. Occasionally, there were a few scattered golden lights flashing away.

Professor McGonagall pulled the two little wizards back behind them by their collars. She probably underestimated their weight, so it was a bit difficult to pull them.

She looked into the barrel and asked Daisy, "Are we all going in?"

"That's not necessary. Five people can do it, four people can do it...it's not impossible for one person." Daisy spread his hands indifferently, "The total amount of magic power remains unchanged. If one more person shares it, the time each person has to bear will be less. Some."

Professor McGonagall looked at the dark barrel, with no change in expression on her face.

The situation in the barrel cannot be ascertained, and this place is full of weirdness. Professor McGonagall cannot safely hand over everyone's safety to a stranger they meet for the first time, even if the female boss is mentioned in the records of the history of magic. A good man with a kind heart.

Loren and Hermione, who sensed something was wrong from her question, looked at Professor McGonagall. Before they could speak, Professor McGonagall had already made a decision and said calmly: "Filius, stay here." Look after Morgan and Granger here. Severus, let's go in."

Professor Flitwick was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Professor..." Hermione whispered. .

Professor McGonagall ruffled her hair and said nothing to the two young wizards. Instead, she turned to explain the matter to Professor Flitwick.

Loren also felt something strange in his heart. He looked up at Snape, only to see him curling his lips in disgust.

"..."

Everything that makes you moved is fake and cannot move you at all!

"I'll go first." Snape was probably not used to this kind of situation. He waved his wand quickly and turned into an afterimage and rushed into the barrel.

"It makes me look like a bad guy, can I show it to you?" Daisy muttered dissatisfiedly and poured a glass of mead into the barrel.

A golden flame rose from the barrel, burning slowly and quietly, illuminating a small area around it with a soft glow. Snape's face emerged from the flames. The mature face was undergoing a strange change. The frame and facial features were gradually shrinking, and the loose skin became tight... The entire face returned from mature to immature, and gradually turned into a larger-than-life figure. Loren and Hermione were still small children.

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Cokeworth, Spider End.

The riverside of Spider Tail Alley is always littered with garbage. However, there is a rare piece of pure land in the arms of the wide river. It is guarded by a tall tree. On the thick trunk, the scorching sun cannot penetrate the thick leaves. , leaving only large, cool shadows.

There is a swollen cavity at the root of the tree, which is cool and dark. In the memory that has not yet been born, it is a place that can isolate all worries.

Snape stared blankly at the strange and rugged lines in the tree hole, unable to believe that fate would be so kind to him.

He reached out and touched the cracked tree. It was hard, rough, and had some fine powder. His eyes stayed on his hands, which had not yet been treated with the callus marks left by various medicinal materials. The most important thing was that these hands were very small.

Snape took a deep breath. The deep woody fragrance was mixed with moist water vapor and the fishy smell of moss. It was so beautiful that it was unbelievable.

A loud voice suddenly came from outside the tree hole:

"Freak! Don't run! I'm going to tell mom you're a freak! You're a freak, Lily!"

Snape got out of the tree hole and saw a dark red-haired girl being chased to the tree hole in a panic. She had light skin and spots with freckles. The most important thing is that the girl had a pair of dark green eyes.

He glanced at Penny who was chasing him with the eyes of a student. Maybe it was because his eyes were very oppressive, or maybe it was because he was wearing an unusually big coat and had dirty hair. He looked very weird. In short, he was frightened. Penny turned and ran.

Snape stared deeply into those eyes. Lily seemed to have said something, but he didn't hear anything.

Follow the rules of time and don't change anything.

The tall trees were reflected in Lily's eyes, full of green. Snape bent down and broke off a blade of grass from the ground, and used his magic power to turn the blade of grass into a bird according to his ideas, which flapped its wings and flew to her hand. superior--

"That's it."

Professor McGonagall shook her wand to disperse the flame that was burning quietly on the barrel. It was just a flame showing an image and was extinguished easily.

"Filius, the original plan remains unchanged. You stay here to look after Morgan and Granger." After Professor McGonagall said these words to Professor Flitwick, he turned around and waved his wand, turning into an afterimage and disappearing. In a wine barrel.

"That's Harry's mother, right? Professor Snape..."

Although the face was different, the dark green eyes were almost the same. Even though Loren mentioned some things from that year, Hermione couldn't help but widen her eyes when she recalled the image she just saw.

Loren shook his head and said in a deep tone: "For the sake of future Potions lessons, I think it's best for you to forget this matter."

Professor Flitwick on the side ignored the gossip discussion between the two, walked towards the long table next to him, and said in a slightly shrill voice:

"Ms. Doddridge, I still have some questions I would like to ask..."