HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Severus Snape spread his wings and flew out of the headmaster's office like a hungry bat in a hurry to find food. He wanted to ask his daughter why she signed a blood pact with Draco Malfoy.

But as smart as he was, he quickly understood what Licorice meant.

And he also knew that his daughter was not afraid of being discovered by him.

Severus Snape, who had thought it through, still looked gloomy as he returned to the cellar office.

He didn't look for Lycoris.

How could Severus not know that Dumbledore and his daughter did not trust each other?

Dumbledore asked me to be her godfather and guardian because he suspected Lycoris in the beginning, and he agreed because he suspected her.

And any Slytherin student with eyes could see that Lycoris disliked Dumbledore.

Especially those students who had experienced the incident where Snape reminded Gryffindor to give extra points, all knew that Licorice hated the headmaster.

Who would like someone who roasts himself over a fire?

If it weren't for Lycoris's cleverness and quick wit, how could the anger of the Slytherin students be calmed?

She will be isolated and ostracized.

Lycoris didn't know that Dumbledore and her father would know about the blood token so soon. She had already finished teaching her students and was about to return to the Slytherin common room.

As soon as he walked out of the Good Hunger Club, he saw Draco waiting for him.

"Let's go." Lycoris trotted a few steps and took his arm.

Draco smelled a faint rose scent. Lycoris looked up at him, "How was Quidditch practice today?"

"Of course it's good. I'm the captain, so what can't be good about that?" Draco saw Lycoris mentioned Quidditch and began to talk about training with great interest.

The shadows of the young couple were stretched out on the ground, and their shadows leaning against each other seemed to merge into one.

Melt into one.

This was Potter's only thought as he woke up in a sweat, feeling as if he had merged with Voldemort himself.

This is horrible and ridiculous.

Before, he became a snake, and now he has become Voldemort himself?

Ron looked at Harry, who seemed to be stunned with his eyes open, and nudged him, "Harry? Are you okay? Are you having a nightmare again?"

Then Ron thought of his last dream, and nudged Harry again, asking anxiously, "You didn't see the snake again, and you saw my dad again, did you?"

Harry was shaken back to his senses and said, "No, this time I am Voldemort himself."

Ron was stunned. He quickly stood up and said, "We have to tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this! Your last dream predicted it successfully."

Ron's anxious look made Harry calmer. He shook his head and said, "I don't want to disturb the headmaster."

The principal is still avoiding me, how can I disturb him?

Harry didn't know that he didn't want to bother the Headmaster, but that didn't mean no one else was bothered.

Who is the unlucky guy who was disturbed?

Of course it was Lycoris who served as his sparring partner.

Licorice never thought that she would be suddenly attacked by Voldemort.

Lycoris, who was performing Revelation on Potter, saw a terrifying face, and then instantly withdrew from Potter's memory.

too ugly.

Seeing that Lycoris was still not recovered, Porter asked with concern, "Lycoris, are you okay?"

Not particularly good.

This is a bit of a mental drain.

Lycoris waved to Potter to indicate that everything was fine.

"Mr. Potter, you can go back and come back the day after tomorrow." Snape said, and Potter left.

Before leaving, Harry looked back at Lycoris. Is she really okay?

It's not a serious matter, but that glimpse was indeed ugly.

"Dad, I saw that person." Lycoris looked up at her father standing in the shadows and continued, "Potter has memories of that person."

"That's normal." Snape came over and sat next to Lycoris. "He saw him at the Triwizard Tournament."

They both knew who "he" was.

Licorice shook her head and continued, "No, it was a dark room. I or Potter saw it from the mirror from a first-person perspective. The person who looked..."