Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

As the summer draws to a close, Severus Snape returns from Hogwarts to his home at 19 Spinner's End on an ordinary weekend.

He hadn't been back for a long time, and as soon as he entered the room, he was almost coughed up by the dust raised by the furniture and the floor as he walked.

He frowned in disgust, and managed to get the situation under control by throwing a dozen cleaning spells around the room.

While doing this, he suddenly remembered the last time he frequently threw cleansing spells around this room—that was in the darkest days before the decisive battle, one night at the restaurant. After another fierce battle broke out between the Dead Apostles and the members of the Order of the Phoenix, he picked up Lily who was pretending to be Bigenia at the corner of a dark alley and who was weak due to the exhaustion after the fierce battle and the double attack of high fever.

Standing behind the sofa, he threw two cleaning spells on the sofa before he felt he could almost sit down without stirring up dust.But when he was going to bypass the backrest and sit on the sofa, he suddenly remembered the way she was sitting here last time — leaning on the backrest, resting her head on the backrest of the sofa, her bright eyes looking up Looking over, she happened to intercept his downward gaze in mid-air; she hummed the Christmas song that he had almost recalled and memorized all the melody by heart, and raised her eyebrows towards him and said: Know who you are from the start, Severus.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa irritably, feeling that the old sofa, which was not considered comfortable at first, seemed as unbearable as thorns growing out of it.

Likewise, being in the old house suddenly became unbearable--for the last time she had visited the house were reduced to fragments of auspicious memories, one after another. Pieces flew out to occupy his mind, leaving him frustrated, lost, and angry; the room was so full of memories that he couldn't stay any longer.

Severus Snape walked to the gate of No. 19 Spider's End Lane, paused for a moment, and then pulled open the mottled old wooden door vigorously.

He decided to take a walk around the neighborhood on this afternoon when he had nothing to do—since his home temporarily made people not want to go back, he decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to relieve his tension at Hogwarts It's probably a pretty good idea.

Before he stepped out of the gate, he took off his long black wizard robes, because the post-war Ministry of Magic had much more onerous rules than before the war-for example, when going to the Muggle world, you must Disguising himself as a Muggle - and he felt that the black suit he was wearing buttoned up to his chin was enough to make him look like a Muggle; Muggles, as they were many years ago.

He strolled along the sidewalk.The neighborhood hasn't changed much around here, and the paving stones on the sidewalks look old; but he's just here to pass the time anyway, because the old headmaster in the biggest frame on the wall of the Hogwarts headmaster's office Slyly disturbing his peaceful life with things that upset him, he couldn't bear it, so today he had the idea of ​​temporarily avoiding it for a while.

Go back to face Dumbledore's unsuccessful Soul Magic Discussion Conference at night.thought Snape.

He walked along that sidewalk for what seemed like a long time until he stopped abruptly.

He was surprised to find that across the road, where he was now standing, was across the street from the Muggle shopping center that he and that fake Lily had visited together many years ago.

He still remembered that at that time, because of a very accidental coincidence, they walked up the steps together and stood in front of the gate.And then the Muggles burst into a meddlesome cheer, demanding that they stand together under a mistletoe wreath at Christmas in accordance with the stupid Muggle custom of—

His face seemed to be paler.His hands were clenched into fists under the cover of the long placket hem.

He didn't know why he came here again.

He didn't know why he had to cross the road and push open the door of the Muggle shopping centre.

It was late summer and there were no mistletoe garlands hanging over the gates.Through the two large panes of glass inlaid on the main door, he could see the scene of the shopping center behind the door—the shops on both sides of the corridor, and the Muggles who looked very happy while shopping and chatting in the corridor.

There weren't too many Muggles in the mall.The number was still within the range that Snape could tolerate.While he felt that he must have been under some kind of Imperius Curse to enter this shopping mall obsessively, he continued to walk in the middle corridor in this subtle self-disgust.

A soothing, relaxing song is playing on the radio in the mall.

【I will remember you

Will you memberme

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for thememories】

The lyrics of that song were also disturbing for a while.Snape stopped impatiently and looked around.

Next to it are two women's clothing stores, a coffee shop, and a bookstore.Snape had no interest in these Muggle shops, and felt that he had come to the wrong place today.

When he was about to turn around and leave the shopping mall, he stopped for some unknown reason, and turned his eyes to the Muggle bookstore next to him.After standing there for a few seconds and hesitating, he turned and opened the door and walked in—maybe it was because he suddenly had a slight interest in Muggle poetry.

Because this bookstore is opened in a shopping mall, the glass used is much thinner than that of a store on the street—so even if he walks into the bookstore, the songs playing in the corridor outside are still intermittent. into his ears.

[Remember the good times that we had

Iletthemslipawayfromuswhenthingsgotbad

HowclearlyIfirstsawyou□□ilinginthesun

Wanna feel your warm thuponme

Iwannabetheone】

Snape thought to himself, the lyrics of this part of the song are still a little bit poetic - although he is not interested in poetry at all, it does not prevent him from making a correct evaluation.

He walked between rows of bookshelves, looking at the titles of books on the shelves.He still remembered the name of the great Muggle playwright that Hermione Granger had mentioned, perhaps subconsciously he suddenly became a little interested in that great Muggle playwright, and wanted to see what that person had written—

However, before he found the works of the great Muggle playwright, he stopped suddenly.

Because, he suddenly saw, in the middle of the aisle formed by a row of bookshelves that he was passing, a young Muggle woman was standing there flipping through a book.

He moved his eyes to the entrance of the aisle formed by the row of bookshelves, and saw that there was a category sign that read "Poetry".

There didn't seem to be many Muggles interested in poetry, and she was the only one standing in that aisle now.

The young woman's appearance was completely unfamiliar to him. Her long black hair was slightly curly and scattered on her shoulders; the long hair outlined a beautiful curve on her profile.She looked extremely young, only in her early 20s, staring at the opened page of the poetry collection in her hand for a long time without turning it.

Outside the door of the bookstore, the song continued to sing:

[I'm sotired but I can't sleep

Standing on the edge of something much too deep

It's funny how we feel so much

But we cannot say a word

Wear escreaming inside

But we can't be heard]

As if aware of his gaze, she raised her head and turned her face, accurately catching the source of the gaze staring at her, and then seemed a little surprised—as if she didn't expect someone to stand in the aisle of the bookshelf at all At the entrance, I saw myself reading a book in a bookstore without any scruples.

She seemed a little shy at first, then quickly adjusted her expression, smiled politely at him, then quickly put down the poetry book, and quickly left from the other side of the aisle.

To Snape it was all a bit of an episode - but for some reason, that utterly polite smile made for a stranger stuck in his mind.Therefore, after watching her figure turn a corner and disappear at the other end of the aisle, he suddenly stepped up and walked in that aisle until he reached the place where she was standing; then, he paused for a moment, not knowing whether Some force caused him to reach out and pick up the book of poetry she was flipping through.

The name that Hermione Granger had mentioned was not written on the cover of the book of poetry.

For some reason, at that moment he actually felt a subtle disappointment rising in his chest.

Yet the strange, knee-jerk impulse to open the book of poems still persisted.Maybe it was because of the relationship that the young woman had been flipping through for a long time just now, and he just turned to the page she had read.

The collection of poems was like a hodgepodge of various excerpts, each page by a different author; and on the page she turned, there were these few simple lines of poetry—or, rather, beautiful sentences .

【I go into the jungle because I want life to have meaning

I want to live deep and take all the essence of life

Destroy everything that is not life

lest when my life ends

Find out that I have never lived]