Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

Harry seemed to finally let go of his heart, and laughed.That laughter seemed particularly harsh to Snape's ears.But that dull Potter couldn't feel it all, and Snape heard him say happily: "Oh... I knew... I asked Professor Evans this question once, and she answered me that way ...You know, I once accidentally looked at the Pensieve in Professor Snape's office...I saw something...some very confusing things. The memory bottle that Professor Evans left me was even more fascinating Confirmed my speculation... She gave me some very detailed and vivid memories, did you let her hide in the cabinet when you talked with Professor Snape?... I thought... Thought... you know, that's why I said that in the face of Voldemort!..."

Snape finally couldn't stand this meaningless conversation, which only made people feel angry, surprised and humiliated, he slammed the door of the headmaster's office hard.

For a moment, all the portraits hanging on the wall of the principal's office, as well as Harry Potter, the only living person in the room who was sitting at the long desk, all turned towards the door.When he saw clearly who it was, Harry seemed a little panicked, he quickly stood up from the chair, and murmured, "Good evening, Professor Snape."

Snape glanced at him in disgust, and asked coldly, "If NEWT takes the test tomorrow, are you sure you'll get all O's, Potter?"

Harry froze for a moment, then shook his head blankly. "I don't understand, professor... Isn't the NEWT exam rescheduled for October?"

Snape didn't bother to talk to him that much.In fact, he doubted that even if he satirized the great savior, with the terrified look of the savior now, he would not be able to recognize the irony.

He waved his hand at Harry, as if trying to wave away a nasty Cornish elf that was flying right in front of his eyes to annoy him. "Potter, let me remind you, you are now a great savior who has saved the entire wizarding world. If you don't get good grades in the NEWT exam in October, I guess those who worship you Maybe it will make you talk so much that you just want to dig a hole in the ground to hide?"

Harry was dazed for a moment.It was the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall that saved him.

"Oh, Harry, it's almost curfew, why don't you go back and get some sleep?" He winked at Harry, "It's a pleasure talking to you tonight."

The expression on Harry's face instantly relaxed, flashing those emerald green eyes that Snape hated, he said goodnight to Dumbledore very affectionately, and then murmured very stiffly to Snape He said "Good night, Professor Snape", and left the principal's room quickly.

Snape stared at the largest portrait in the headmaster's room hanging behind the long table.

Dumbledore had already changed into his nightgown in the picture frame - still wearing a dazzling pattern of stars and moons - as if he hadn't seen Snape's annoyed eyes, he asked with a smile: "Oh, West Fleurs, are you in a bad mood today? Didn't things go well?"

Snape gritted his teeth and stared at the portrait for a few minutes, then with a sudden wave of his wand, two more velvet curtains flew from opposite ends of the room, covering the other portraits.

As usual, there was a cacophony of loud complaints coming from behind the curtain.The gossiping hearts of those old headmasters really didn't die—or, were they spoiled by the old wizard who newly joined their camp?

Snape stood upright in front of the table, tightly holding the birch wand in his right hand, and cast the Silencing Charm again, the back of his hand turned white from the force.He paused and said, "You shouldn't talk about the past with that Potter, Albus—especially when those things involve other people's privacy!"

Dumbledore pretended not to understand him.He blinked and smiled reassuringly: "Oh, Severus, you're so nervous—come on, sit down and rest. How about a glass of milk before going to bed? It will relax your tense mind... He clasped his hands in front of his face, and stretched out his right index finger at this moment, pointing to the special seat belonging to the principal directly under the frame of his picture. "Harry needs someone to listen to the hardships and troubles he's been through... He's been guessing too much, he's had too many questions and uncertainties... And the kids who are growing up now need to hear the truth, you know."

Snape ignored his gesture to sit down, and said firmly: "Yes, the truth is that you tricked me into risking death to protect the safety of that little Potter cub, but in the end I found out that you raised Watching him is like keeping a pig for slaughter - you keep him alive just so he can die in due time!"

"How touching, Severus," said Dumbledore gravely in the frame. "Are you really starting to like that boy?"

"Like him?" Snape exclaimed, feeling incredibly absurd.Why did this conversation fall so quickly into old ruts, as they did here one night before Dumbledore died?

"...You lead him to think about the Patronus! What on earth are you trying to do? If I don't break in in time to stop you, do you want that self-righteous brat to understand that I haven't broken his illusions? The relationship between the incredibly great father and his mother? Or do you want him to know that the one who gave him the real Gryffindor sword was not the impostor, but me!?..."

He stopped suddenly, staring angrily at the picture frame on the opposite wall, his nostrils fluttering, as if he was extremely angry.

Dumbledore watched him sympathetically from his frame.

"Severus, you should know what it means for your Patronus to be mistaken by Harry for Lily—Bigonia—." He said in a quiet and unquestionable tone.

"But...you let me lead that little Potter boy to get the Gryffindor sword without his knowledge! You didn't let me reveal that I was the one who gave it to him, because Voldemort Will see me in Potter's mind and suspect me..." Snape yelled suddenly after a few seconds of silence, hissing like he was about to choke.

"Yes, Severus, I made you do it." Dumbledore replied calmly, looking at him with a strange look.

"But I don't have the ability to control the appearance of your Patronus. None of us. Only you—only you can control what your Patronus looks like—"

Snape's face was pale, his bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of his own sockets, and he looked as if someone had strangled his neck.

"I still remember the night when I told you about Harry's real mission. Here, you also used the Patronus Charm." Dumbledore continued in a narrative tone without any emotion, "That Didn't you feel that something was wrong?"

Snape finally seemed to be able to regain his voice a bit, and he couldn't wait to shout as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "At that time, my Patronus was a doe! Still a doe..."

"That's right, Severus, it's a doe." Dumbledore stared at him from the frame with a strange expression, "but you didn't notice that the color of that doe was much lighter than the normal Patronus." Is it? It’s like a drop of ink dripping into clear water is about to melt—”

"I thought it was because of the moonlight that night!" Snape interrupted Dumbledore loudly and rudely.His face flushed.

"Ah... Moonlight. Yes, of course you can think so..." Dumbledore nodded kindly, as if he understood the situation so well.

"Your situation is very special... Severus, what I want to say is that there is probably no one like you who has to face the choice of whether the person in his mind is an appearance or a soul..." He changed his face With a thoughtful expression, he slowly said: "Maybe this is why the transformation of your patron saint cannot be completed before you realize it."

Snape took two steps back, staring at the portrait with a fear he was not familiar with.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." He said forcefully in a refusal tone as if evading.

Dumbledore sighed.

"That is to say, before you realize that the person you love has changed into another one, it is impossible for your patron saint to change." His blue eyes, hidden behind half-moon glasses, were piercing. He stared intently at his successor who looked panic-stricken outside the frame. "When did you fully realize that you had responded to Bigenia's feelings in your heart before you even knew it, Severus?"

Snape let out a suffocating hiss.His face was frighteningly pale, and the blushes that had flushed from anger before had completely faded away.This question was so scary that he felt for a moment that he would never be mentally prepared to answer this question head-on.

"I don't think I need to answer all your questions, Albus." After a long silence, Snape finally recovered a little bit of his former composure, and he replied stiffly to Dumbledore.

"Ah, of course." Dumbledore replied good-naturedly, as if he didn't mind Snape dismissing his painstakingly drawn inferences and questions.

"The answer to this question, you don't need to tell anyone—except Bigonia herself." He looked at the wizard in black with pity and sympathy, "If you can see her again."

Snape's features twisted at that moment.He turned around without hesitation and walked towards the bedroom inside, intending to end this ridiculous conversation that lasted too long.

"Severus." The seemingly benign but cunning old wizard called him again from the frame behind him.

Snape stopped impatiently at the door leading to the bedroom, staring at the portrait that was always as long-winded and troublesome as it was in life, and always gave him a headache.

The old wizard pushed the half-moon glasses on his nose, and said slowly in a tone like reciting poetry: "What does the name matter?"

Snape stared at him, sick of his cryptic expression.Normally, to him, when Dumbledore made that look, nothing good was going to happen.

Like a philosopher, Dumbledore slowly continued to finish the second half of the sentence that sounded very philosophical: "...the rose is not called a rose, but it is still fragrant."

Snape stifled, glared at him angrily, let out a breath, and said in a bad tone: "...Do you want me to ask Pomona to come in and chat with you about these herbal medicine stuff?"

"Oh, Severus, it's okay, I can visit her in her office if I wish." Dumbledore replied still smiling, as if he didn't catch the sarcasm in his tone.

Snape didn't bother to pay attention to him, and didn't want to delve into the meaning of his sudden two words.

He turned around abruptly and continued walking towards the bedroom.

Behind him, Dumbledore said again slowly, raising his voice, "Perhaps you should improve your knowledge of Muggle literature a bit, Severus."

Snape froze, turned his head angrily, and asked viciously: "Albus, what do you mean? I have no interest in Muggle literature, and I don't want to know - I assume you can figure it out, Now my time is precious..."

"Oh, oh, why are you so angry, Severus." Sitting on the comfortable sofa chair in the picture frame, Dumbledore smiled at him kindly, like a kind elder, He said earnestly: "Knowing some Muggle literature may be very helpful to you."

Snape: "..."

He didn't say another word to the old wizard who always loved to play tricks, he turned his head in silence, and continued to walk into the bedroom.The billowing back of his black robe has fully explained his displeasure.

However, behind him, Dumbledore also fell silent in the frame, as if he didn't intend to take this opportunity to hunt him down.

This is really strange.

In Snape's memory, Dumbledore was always good at gently pushing others and himself to the unbearable limit, forcing others to walk in the heart of thousands of arrows like himself, seeking balance, and achieving the goal with bruises.What he did tonight was no different to Snape than the night he had ordered Snape to tell Harry himself that Harry had to die voluntarily.

But that cruel task was not completed by Snape in the end.He was one step too late, that fake Lily had already sent the Potter boy whom he had painstakingly protected for so many years to voluntarily die.Gryffindors were as cruel as Slytherins, he thought.

And it was worse.Because unlike Slytherin who is good at hiding in the dark and unfavorable desperate situation to find a way out, Gryffindor will even play with his own life when he is ruthless.

Like Albus Dumbledore.

Like Harry Potter.

Like Lily Evans.

The counterfeit.

He never imagined how many times in this principal's office, when Dumbledore made new demands on him time and time again, asking him to do things that became more and more difficult to accomplish, that fake Lily was hiding in this room. Somewhere in the room, peeking at all this from a place he couldn't see, peeping at his embarrassment, his reluctance, his helplessness, his struggle and anger!

Maybe her original intention was only to prove for him at the last moment-in case he couldn't or didn't want to clear up his almost life-long bad reputation, he had served Dumbledore's plan and Haribo with the utmost sincerity. But he really didn't care about all of this, what she did for him was something he didn't care about - so what finally touched his hateful heart?

He couldn't figure it out.

Maybe it's all just some kind of illusion, he thought.His patron saint who turned into a phoenix was an illusion, and the fake Lily that those nosy people emphasized many times after the war, intentionally or unintentionally, was also an illusion; the Lily he met by the river when he was a teenager It was an illusion to suddenly become another person, and it was also an illusion that the fake Lily had already died with Nagini in Godric's Hollow.

Snape pulled open the drawer of the bedside table with a little irritability.

Oh shit, the dreamless potion ran out.

The author has something to say:

February 7:

I would like to explain specifically that some of the content in this chapter has been tried before, but I have replaced the two chapters I tried with a brand new episode with more words.You can go back and watch the new episode.

I feel that there are about five chapters left in this volume and it should be over?Then there is the sub-long line.

In the future, if I have a good idea, I should write a small episode for Sirius hhh

Next update: tomorrow at midnight.