Snape Extra

Extra - Snape

Hogwarts during the Christmas holidays is always in an excited state.

Even if it is snowing outside the window, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of the little wizard.

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"Have you heard? Actually, the town last night was the Shrieking Shack before Hogsmeade..."

In the corridor on the first floor of the castle, a mysterious voice sounded, and the speaker was a red-haired Gryffindor.

Although the tone and demeanor were very mysterious, the volume... did not decrease at all, as if he was afraid that others could not hear clearly.

Sure enough, this voice seemed to have a strong appeal, and soon many people gathered around the red-haired boy.

"The Shrieking Shack? Is it the original haunted house?"

"How is it possible? I've been there before, and it was shabby..."

Faced with all kinds of discussions, the red-haired boy was not in a hurry to refute, and just listened calmly. Because he knew that he had to satisfy the desire of the people around him to talk, otherwise it would be difficult to start the topic later.

…

Coincidentally, this kind of discussion is not limited, but has become a trend in the castle.

Corridors, halls, common rooms... wherever there are people, there will be all kinds of chattering discussions.

However, this kind of discussion probably only stays at the level of fun and novelty.

After all, the little wizards never thought that what they saw and heard was between reality and illusion.

However, there is never a clear definition of truth and falsehood.

It's like a gust of wind. When the wind blows, the leaves flutter, and when the wind is calm, everything is quiet.

Only those who have experienced the wind will understand that although the wind is calm, it has really existed.

...

Underground of the castle.

At the deepest part of the corridor on the first floor below, the Potions Office.

The office, which was previously illuminated by only a candlestick, has now changed a lot.

Three one-foot-sized magic lamps are firmly attached to the wall in an equilateral triangle arrangement.

Under the warm orange light, the once slightly dim room becomes warm.

In front of the large desk, Snape quietly flipped through a brand new photo album.

I don't know if it's because of the light, but now his face is no longer as gloomy as before. Now not only is his face clearly revealed, but even the lines of his facial features are much smoother.

For a long time.

Snape closed the album in his hand, and on the cover was a black-haired little wizard riding a broom, waving his hands and cheering.

Under the photo, the date clearly reads 1991 Hogwarts House Cup.

The photo was taken fifteen years ago, and the person in the photo is Harry who caught the Golden Snitch for the first time.

Snape stared at the album cover again, but this time his eyes were not focused on the emerald eyes, but on the cheerful boy riding a broom.

Gradually, a faint smile quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

...

For Harry, Snape is always very complicated.

On the one hand, he hates the appearance of old Potter, and on the other hand, he wants to protect Lily's eyes. This contradictory state has lasted for five years.

But after learning about the Horcrux, the contradictions that had once been entangled also changed unconsciously.

Harry is a living Horcrux.

After hearing this news from Dumbledore, Snape felt unreal and extremely absurd at the first time.

But after reasoning and verification, he had to accept this reality.

Perhaps from this moment on, everything changed, and any previous complex and contradictory mentality disappeared, leaving only one goal - to keep Harry alive.

For this goal, he did not hesitate to study and make Horcruxes. He even used self-mutilation to find a safe way to completely solve the problem through potions.

But fortunately, everything is over now.

At the table, Snape opened the drawer and carefully put the album in.

Then he stood up and walked slowly to the locker where the potion was stored.

Soon, he took out a bottle of ink-black potion from the depths of the cabinet, unscrewed the lid and drank it without thinking.

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Outside the Hogwarts Castle, snowflakes were still falling gently.

The snow scene was like a beautiful painting, spreading before everyone's eyes.

The snowflakes falling on the stone walls of the ancient castle seemed to be given life by magic, flashing a faint silver light.

The surrounding forests were also covered with snow, and the branches were covered with crystal clear icicles, like a wonder in a fairy tale world.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, and the branches swayed gently, scattering snowflakes, like elves dancing in the sky.

Snape walked along the corridor.

His pace was slow, but every step seemed to be a measured distance, and coupled with the brand new plain black robe, all the little wizards subconsciously retreated along the way.

Snape turned a blind eye to the performance of the little wizards around him. His destination was the principal's office on the top floor of the castle.

...

"So, you're asking me to leave now? During the Triwizard Tournament?"

Professor McGonagall was a little angry, but also a little helpless.

After all, she was just the headmaster, not a medieval noble lord. Between professors and Hogwarts, it was always a two-way choice, so Snape's request to leave was reasonable.

On the side, facing Professor McGonagall's questioning, Snape did not explain too much, but used a silent silence to express his attitude.

As if sensing that the other party had made up his mind, Professor McGonagall could only sigh.

"What about the Potions class? And what about the Dean of Slytherin?"

This time Snape did not choose to remain silent. After a little thought, he spoke:

"Damocles or Hermione Granger, these two people are fully capable of teaching the Potions class. As for the Dean of Slytherin, Swinburne is a ready-made candidate."

Hearing the candidates recommended by Snape, Professor McGonagall nodded slightly subconsciously.

All three of them met the requirements and were wizards with real skills, but she was embarrassed by the first two.

After Damocles was rescued from the werewolf's lair by the Ministry of Magic, he appeared a little confused. The diagnosis given by St. Mungo's Hospital was the sequelae of being controlled by the Imperius Curse for a long time, and he needed to rest and recover.

As for Hermione, as the youngest female judge of the Wizengamot, it is quite difficult to convince her to become a professor at Hogwarts.

However, hiring professors is the responsibility of the headmaster, and Professor McGonagall did not complain or complain, but looked at Snape with a concerned look.

"If, I mean if you encounter something..."

Before Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she was interrupted by Snape.

"I'm fine, I just want to take a break."

A moment.

Looking at Snape's back, Professor McGonagall opened her mouth silently, but didn't say anything else.

She vaguely knew some things.

...

In the evening.

The bright Potions Office welcomed another guest.

Looking at the former dean, Ino sighed deeply.

Perhaps others could not detect it, but he had long known that there was something wrong with Snape's soul, and that he could hold on for seven more years, probably thanks to his superb potion ability.

Besides, everything seems to have a price.

Harry can use mild potions to remove the remaining soul of Voldemort, but the price behind this is the effect that Snape has improved again and again by using himself as an experimental subject.

But in the adult world, any choice must bear a price. Compared with Snape in the original story, the current result may be much better.

Facing the somewhat fragmented Snape, Ino didn't know what to say, because he was powerless.

Just like some people, when they were young, they moaned without illness and even boasted about their pain everywhere. However, after experiencing vicissitudes of life, they realized that some small troubles are not worth talking about, and the real big pain has nowhere to talk about.

"Professor! If possible, I hope to do something..."

After careful consideration, Ino expressed his thoughts.

One is to let the broken soul stagnate in the summer dream, and the other is to open another small shop in the town of the Screaming Shack...

Although he can't bring the dead back to life, it's still easy to make up for the regrets.

...

At the same time.

After hearing these two choices, Snape also fell silent.

In the past, he would have chosen the former without hesitation, but somehow, whenever he wanted to say it, the photo album in the drawer would come to his mind...

Faced with Snape's silence, Ino also remained quiet patiently.

The right to choose was once again given to Snape, but this time, no matter what choice he made, there would probably be no so-called tragedy.