Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

"Only you know that helping an old man from pain and disgrace will not hurt your soul," said Dumbledore, "Severus, I beg you to do this great thing for me, because death is a certainty for me. Like the Chudley Cannons are going to be last in the league this year. Honestly, I'd rather end my life quickly and without pain than procrastinate and embarrassingly, say, with Greyback Involved—I hear Voldemort enlisted him, too? Or fell into the hands of dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it?"

His tone was light, but those blue eyes were looking at Snape sharply, as they had looked at other people before, and seemed to see the souls they were talking about.Finally, Snape nodded slightly.

Dumbledore seemed satisfied.

"Thank you, Severus..." he said, and finally settled back into the broad back of the chair, tired and exhausted—and perhaps a little sick—seemingly all at once. It seemed to come up and surround him.He closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.

Liu Quan froze for a moment, and leaned forward to check Dumbledore's situation, but she was stopped by Snape.

"Let him rest here for a while." He said blankly. "Spells will always make him uncomfortable for a while...Even potions can't completely make him comfortable immediately."

Liu Quan: "But..."

Snape glanced at her impatiently.

"Other than that jinx, he'll be fine with a little rest. But maybe if a loud Gryffindor babbles around here and interrupts his much-needed sleep." Even spitting venom sounds like singing an aria.

Liu Quan: "...Okay."

She really felt that she had nothing to do here.Dumbledore had already fallen under the curse that Voldemort cast on the Resurrection Stone ring, and the only thing that could help him a little bit might be Snape's potion.As Lily, her stay here was originally only for moral support—and to give Snape a hand—that's all.

Now, they have done everything they can.Dumbledore had already said everything he should have said to Snape.As a witness present, she has already deeply engraved this scene into her mind—maybe these memories will still be useful on the day of the final battle at Hogwarts in the future.

So she just said to Dumbledore, who was resting in the chair and closed his eyes, "If there is anything I can do, please tell me, Professor Dumbledore", and followed Snape into the up the fireplace.

However, the destination she called was not "Muggle Studies Office", but "Potions Office".

So when Snape got out of the fireplace and turned around only to find her following behind him, all the features on his face wrinkled together.

"What are you here for?" He asked coldly, while striding towards his desk, he put the little dragon leather bag with bottles and cans on it.

"If you have any special feelings as a Gryffindor who is also aggressive, I suggest that you go to Minerva to confess." He said coldly, "I don't feel sorry for you Gryffindors. No interest. Tonight I've got a night watch--"

As he said this, he opened the door of the potion office with a bang, as if he didn't care whether Liu Quan would knock over the precious potions in his room, and walked out with strides.

Liu Quan stood there for a while, and when she saw that the heavy wooden door was about to slam shut, she suddenly rushed up, opened the door again, and ran to the corridor outside the door.

It was already past midnight, and the cellar was as deserted as a cold and damp tomb.

The billowing back of Snape's black robe was more than ten meters away in front of her. She quickened her pace and ran towards him, but she didn't speak immediately when she reached his side. She just adjusted her pace and speed, and walked beside him.

"Are you angry, Severus?" Liu Quan asked suddenly after the two of them had been so silent, but walked faster and faster as if wrestling for a long distance.

Snape turned his head angrily like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

"Angry?! Are you saying that after I have been repeatedly tricked by you Gryffindors into arranging difficult tasks for me, I still need to show my demeanor and step into your trap obediently? -"

"You deserve to be angry, Severus," he heard the impostor say softly.

"Because you have accepted a task that no one but you can complete. Not even Dumbledore..."

Snape's footsteps faltered slightly, and then he strode forward again.

Dumbledore can't either?This counterfeit is now deceiving people to say that his speech is really one-on-one, not repetitive, and too fluent.

Of course Dumbledore couldn't.Because of Dumbledore's person and name, it is impossible to win the trust of the Dark Lord.What's the use of this imposter saying these meaningless facts?

He sneered coldly.

"You don't have to say it so nicely, I will accept that difficult task." He said annoyedly. "I should have known a long time ago that Slytherins could only be that unwelcome outlier when you reckless Gryffindors were always able to shine and get all the victories and accolades; even And at the end of the day—”

He couldn't utter more mean words, because the impostor stopped abruptly.

He didn't stop for a while, and took a few steps forward in big strides. Then the mind dominated by anger, confusion, confusion and pain realized dully that she hadn't followed.

He stopped abruptly, but he couldn't decide whether he should turn his head to take a look - after all, this seemed to represent some kind of concession on his part, which would definitely make the imposter very proud!

However, just as he turned his back to the impostor, he heard the impostor's voice ringing again.

"It's not like that, Severus."

In the quiet and deserted corridor in the middle of the night, her voice sounded neither high nor low, but it was clearer and clearer, like raindrops falling from the eaves when it was raining.

"Professor Dumbledore is indeed a beacon that will light our way in the dark."

She paused at this point, as if thinking of a better wording.Then she said:

"We need the sun in the dark...but even in clear days, who says shadows don't matter?"

Snape: "..."

The imposter didn't seem to expect any exciting response from him, and continued: "We hid in the shadows, looking forward to a short cool-down, so that our sun-heated minds can calm down—— "

She was standing behind him, but he could guess without turning his head that there must be a smile on her face at this moment.

She said, "On a hot summer afternoon, during the long wait—"

"There's nothing more refreshing than the cool shelter of the shade under a tree.  … Don't you think so?"

There was a hint of a smile in her tone.And for a moment he felt unable to respond.

It seemed that no reaction was superfluous, no reaction was enough to express exactly how he felt or was shocked at that moment; although he knew her ability to deceive people and believed that he had absolute self-control and would not be fooled , at that moment, he did clearly feel a sense of bewilderment caused by an unexpected shock in his spirit, and——

He felt as if he couldn't handle this strange feeling of embarrassment, so his face darkened, and his expression became more and more severe.

"I don't know what use it is for you to say this now." He said in a stiff tone. "If you saw that this kind of shadow would eventually devour your so-called sunshine and lighthouse, you probably wouldn't use that kind of wishful thinking. Unfortunately, you should have heard it with your own ears just now, and I agreed to accept this task; And, when that day comes, I will carry it out without hesitation. Because I am not a duplicity philanthropist, what I promise—even if I have to sell my soul to do it—I will meeting……"

"Yes, I know." The imposter readily agreed, but Snape was not going to be naive enough to think that this was the end of tonight's strange conversation.

Sure enough, the impostor continued behind him:

"Your soul is flawless, even if you accept this task that no one else can do."

Snape: "..."

He was silent for a moment before replying:

"You talk like a child. What powerful and self-righteous wishful thinking! It's not up to you to decide what happens to my soul—"

However, the impostor didn't seem to hear the disgust and resistance in his voice.Her voice was soft and calm, with a certain powerful and unquestionable confidence.

"However, what about your soul cannot be judged by you alone," she said.

Snape: "... what?!"

He heard her suddenly chuckle.

"You want to say how your soul is. Others will make a judgment based on what you have done, right? For example, if you do something that is unforgivable in the eyes of others, then they will immediately become angry and think that you His soul has fallen—isn't it?"

Snape was speechless.Compared with his indifference, the impostor of Gryffindor behind him seemed more than capable.Even though she said such a hurtful truth with a smile, she still seemed relaxed and happy, and continued to throw out more impactful points of view.

"Well, even if you think your point of view is right, other people will judge your soul from what you do - well, what I conclude from what you do is that your soul has no Flawless, and the future will be so - even if you complete the task that Dumbledore entrusted to you."

Snape was silent for a while, then clenched his teeth angrily and raised his head, taking a hissing breath.

"I don't have a word for your sweet words—"

"Ah, why don't we think about the problem from a different angle?" the imposter said leisurely.For some reason, Snape felt that her tone of voice was inexplicably similar to that of the Hogwarts headmaster who had just forced him a difficult task.

And it is also free to speak, the content is whimsical!

The imposter said, "For example, about the jinx in Professor Dumbledore—"

Snape clenched his fingers patiently, warning himself not to cast a spell on his colleagues in the corridors of Hogwarts; otherwise he really wanted to—

"I said... since you have successfully imprisoned that evil spell in one of his hands, why doesn't he just chop off that hand?" said the impostor in a light tone.

Snape turned around abruptly!

Liu Quan had expected his fierce reaction long ago, so he was not startled by him, but shrugged slightly.

These foreigners probably didn't have the awareness that a strong man would cut off his wrist if he was poisoned, which was not at all the same as the characters in the martial arts novels she had read in the real world.In her impression, in martial arts novels, no matter heroes or cannon fodder, the first reaction is always to cut off the poisoned arm or leg with a knife, so as to prevent the poison from traveling up the blood. Something like that - but maybe Voldemort's spell's reaction mechanism and contagion rules are not the same as poison poison bugs in martial arts novels or something?Perhaps the spell automatically attaches itself to the victim? ...

【Hello! !Didn't I just say that you don't care about things you shouldn't care about! ! 】The system bacteria started roaring in her brain again.

Liu Quan sighed silently.

The author has something to say:

February 5:

Actually... I just had some strange brain holes when I read the original work... I want to write them all [I was kicked away]

The plot of the Half-Blood Prince will not last for a long time, and the HP scroll will definitely not be as long as the sword man scroll [.

Of course, I will write all kinds of bloody old stalks, I hope everyone will not kick me www

Next update: tomorrow at midnight.