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History cannot be changed, because fate will change accordingly.

The more you change, the more unknowns and mutations.

Dumbledore tried his best to avoid this tragedy, so he forced Harry to go on the road of defeating Voldemort again, and forced Snape to tell Voldemort the first half of the prophecy.He tried his best to make it all go smoothly, but tragedy still happened.

Harry Lily Potter was born on July 1980, 7.His eyes weren't clear green, he wasn't Harry reborn, and he wasn't even the prophesied savior.

The words that Dumbledore said while holding the baby before he died flashed in Snape's mind over and over again. He didn't understand why Dumbledore would ask to see the baby at that time, and he didn't understand why he wanted to see the baby. Why did you hug him and say those words.He also failed to see any mystery in this two-year-old child.

He is just like an ordinary child, with a brain smaller than a peanut, who knows how to cry, make trouble, and eat milk all day long!

This young master Potter is not sensible, not well-behaved, not considerate and not docile. He is Harry's nephew and inherited his name, but he is not like Harry at all.

Snape would always appear outside the Potter Manor, quietly watching the Potter family, but never went inside.Even though two years had passed, even though James and Lily had forgiven him, old Mrs. Potter still looked at him with hatred.

Whether Snape was voluntary or not, and whether he had any intentions or not, it cannot be denied that he indirectly killed Harry.

Snape didn't complain about this, he just watched from afar, at the family that Harry bought with his life, watching them continue to live happily.

How can they not be happy?How dare they not be happy.

Most of the time, Snape had been thinking, trying to recall every word Harry had said, trying to find something out of it.And thinking about Dumbledore's so-called amazing and wonderful secret over and over again.

He was waiting for Harry to come back.

He is waiting for him, whether it is a few years or ten years.He waited, even if he could catch a glimpse.

In November 1982, Snape obtained the national pharmacist intermediate skill qualification, which was enough to teach potions.

In 1983, Snape went to teach at Hogwarts and became Professor of Potions.

He remembered that Harry had asked him if he had considered teaching at Hogwarts, so he had come.However, there is no Harry here, only a lot of his memories.

He still remembered that Harry would always complain about the cold in the house, so whenever it was getting cold, he would turn on the stove to make the house warm.Yet Harry never showed up even once.

He still remembered that Harry had an iron box full of odds and ends, which was Harry's favorite treasure, and he was often ridiculed for it.But Snape turned the house upside down, but couldn't find it.He suddenly remembered that Harry seemed to have said that he would hide it in Hogwarts.

Snape was always remembering, he always had so many memories.

They fight in the classroom, taunt each other in the hallway, make up in the dorm, study, take a nap, celebrate birthdays, or avoid the administrator Pringle.Even Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley are full of their footprints.

He has nothing left but these memories.Even just being in the house in Spinner's End, the air that smelled like Harry could kill him.

What he has is patience, what he has is perseverance.Gradually, however, his patience and determination seemed to leave him.He waited day after day, year after year, and he became more and more irritable and depressed, but he still didn't wait for Harry, even if it was just a letter, a note.

He lives in endless regrets, his expectations, his enthusiasm, his time and his heart are all exhausted in this endless regrets.

Finally, he became that dark, greasy, bitter old bat, wearing black clothes like mourning all day long, treating his students severely, taking pleasure in deducting points and punishing them.

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The Little Frink Orphanage is located on the outskirts of London. It is the only orphanage in the town and the only one in this area.There weren't that many children in orphanages, children were dropped a lot less these days, and there were always infertile couples who came to adopt.

The dean of the Little Frinkle Orphanage is a middle-aged woman with a plump figure and a kind appearance.But she is not easy to bully, if she is angered, the residents living in the next street can hear her screams of anger.But she is also a sentimental person who is easy to soften her heart, otherwise she would not be elected as the director of the orphanage.

Ms. Scott, the dean, occasionally organizes activities and takes the children out for charity sales. The money is used to improve food, so the building of the orphanage has been dilapidated for more than ten years, but the children inside But all of them are round and round like a group of piglets.In Ms. Scott's words, nothing is more affordable than eating it in your stomach.

All in all, compared to the metropolis of London, which is three hours away by car, this can be regarded as a truly simple place.

Ms. Scott always likes to look at people sideways when she is angry, with a soft and hard look. If anyone touches her brow, she must retaliate severely.At this very moment she was standing in the doorway of the office, with her hips up, yelling at the little ghosts running around, "Go back to your house! Patty? Patty! Get them all back!"

A black girl ran over with a broom. She grabbed Lucas and Jerry, who were usually mischievous, and took them away.Several other children stood behind Patty, rolling their eyes and making faces at the two little boys who were taken away.

The dean's wife was about to go back to the office angrily, when she saw a little boy slipping into the office door.She turned and walked in the door, and saw the little boy standing in the office.

"Ms. Scott," the little boy, who looked only about five or six years old, held a piggy bank in his arms. He raised his head and said to Ms. Scott, "I want to go to London."

Ms. Scott stood in front of him and looked down at him, "Well, London?" She took out a map from the desk and held it up to the little boy: "Take it, the whole of England belongs to you gone."

little boy:"……"

"Let's go, you should go to bed." Ms. Scott pulled the little boy out of the office.

"I want to go to London." The little boy stayed at the door, continuing to look at Ms. Scott with moist green eyes.

Ms. Scott felt her eyelids twitching. She widened her eyes and poked the little boy's forehead with her finger. "You are only seven years old. You can't walk out of this gate until you are an adult!"

The little boy covered his forehead with his right hand, "I want to go to London."

The fat lady narrowed her eyes fiercely, bent down and poked his belly bitterly, "Okay, okay, there is another way, you can find the right adoptive parents and let them take you away, and then beg They take you into town."

The little boy shrank back holding the piggy bank in his left hand, "I have parents, and I have money." He raised the piggy bank in his hand, and there were a bunch of steel coins stuffed in the transparent glass jar, and a few Paper money folded into small squares.This is his wages for participating in bazaars and delivering newspapers.He didn't buy snacks and toys when he got pocket money like other children. If Ms. Scott didn't always favor him, he probably didn't even drink much.

Miss Scott looked at his piggy-bank and said, "That's not enough. Not even the fare. Tickets to London are too expensive now. Twenty pounds!"

The little boy narrowed his eyes and looked at Ms. Scott suspiciously, which made Ms. Scott blush. She shoved the jar back into his arms angrily, and stretched out her hands to pinch his chubby little face. He said angrily, "Go save money, it will be enough for your travel expenses!"

"Ms. Scott," he protested, "you always lie to me."

"..." Ms. Scott was stuck. She hugged the little boy and stroked his little face warmly. You, my sweetheart~ What MaMa told you is the truth, there are monsters in London who eat children! A cute child like you will definitely be captured by monsters!"

"...but I want to go to London."

Facing such a kid, Ms. Scott couldn't help sighing. She squatted down her fat body with great effort and asked him, "Harry, why do you always want to go to London?"

The green-eyed little boy named Harry pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and said, "My parents are in London."

Ms. Scott's eyes couldn't help but widen: "How do you know?! They left nothing but a note with their names on them. How can you be sure they are in London?"

The little boy winked at her playfully, "I just know."

Ms. Scott looked at him and sighed involuntarily, "Harry, you know what this place is, and I know it's cruel, but this is an orphanage."

"But I do have parents!"

"Yeah, they didn't give you anything but a name!" Ms. Scott said angrily.

The little boy looked at her and tried to explain, "No, they love me. It's just...something bad happened and I had to be here."

Ms. Scott looked at him. This little boy was the sweetest and sweetest boy in the orphanage. He was smaller than the others and had big clear green eyes.Ms Scott swore it was the cleanest eye she had ever seen, even for a child her age.Of course, there are also his chubby little face and playful messy hair that can't be straightened out.

But he has not been adopted for several years.Before he could speak, he would cry whenever a couple came here to adopt a child, as if he had sensed sadness at such a young age.Until now, he has always believed that he has parents, and his parents will come to take him away. He has always believed in the man and woman who gave birth to him, but for seven years, no one has come to ask about this child, no one has come to see him he.

"God..." Ms. Scott hugged him hard, her fat and powerful arms almost bent the poor little boy, and she rubbed his black scraggly black hair, "Who would have the heart not to want you?" Well, except for your cruel parents! If God is really just, he should send them to hell!" The fat woman picked up the little boy MUA, and MUA kissed him twice, and then walked back to the office, "Oh—my little darling Rourou, what do you want to eat? MaMa will give you extra meals."

Well, from this point of view, it is impossible to succeed by relying on foreign policy or negotiation.

But he must go out.He has to get out.He knew that someone was waiting for him outside, and he had to find a way to meet him, and he couldn't wait 11 years to get together.Merlin, that's really sad.

Before the age of three, he couldn't walk steadily. Before the age of six, Dean Scott didn't allow him to go out at all. Now, he is seven years old!He sold candy, he sold newspapers, and he made money!He has the fare, he knows the address, and all he needs to do is knock on the door at Spinner's End!

The plan is very comprehensive, applause.But for this, I can only say that reality is always skinnier than ideal.

The big iron gate of Little Frink's Orphanage was always closed, and even if they were playing in the yard, it was impossible for them to run outside.Only when the workers go to and from get off work every afternoon will they open a small door next to it, but it is really difficult to get out.

Maybe by magic?But he doesn't even have a wand, and probably all he can do right now is a magic riot.

But Huang Tian paid off, on a day when the weather was bad, he took all his belongings, took advantage of the early dark, secretly followed the off-duty workers, and slipped out of the orphanage.

He stood in front of the station waiting for the train, he should have shouted with joy, but his heart was full of guilt and uneasiness.If Scott's mother found out he was gone, she would go crazy, and she'd have no toffee for a whole month.The little boy with a mature and sturdy soul felt very uneasy.

Perhaps it was because his expression was too disturbed that the driver of the long-distance bus paid extra attention to him.The tall and thin old driver looked at him with his dead fish eyes and asked, "Where are your parents?"

The little boy looked at him and tried his best to put on an innocent smile, "They're going shopping and they'll be here in a while. Mom asked me to buy the ticket first." He then handed over a banknote.

The driver glanced at him, then looked at the height scale next to him, "Infants don't need to buy a ticket."

little boy:"……"

=Dish=!In fact, I am seven years old, seven years old, really seven years old!And I used to have 1.7 meters more than 1.7 meters!

He got into the car resentfully, and chose a seat farthest from the driver, but before the departure, the driver stood up and swayed around again.As soon as he saw the driver approaching, he immediately pretended to be asleep and leaned his head on the arm of the man sitting next to him.

The old driver walked up to him, glanced at the little boy and then at the man sitting next to him who didn't bother to push him away, and walked away.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief.

The journey into the city is long and tedious.A black box-like radio was placed next to the driver's seat, and the sound of buzzing music came from it. He was working tenaciously in the bumpy carriage, bringing the only entertainment to the passengers.

The little boy couldn't help looking around for a while, but after a while, he couldn't help yawning.The car has been driving for almost an hour, and the energy of the passengers has long been exhausted by the bumpy journey, and all of them are dozing off with their heads drooping.Harry rubbed his eyes and fell asleep in his chair, too.

He had a dream in a daze.

He dreamed of snot slugs.The snotlite looked more eerie than before, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, like two black holes.The snotlite approached him ferociously, bared his fangs, and grabbed him.In the blink of an eye, his pants were torn to shreds, and a fat beating fell on his body.

He woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw the face of the dead fish-eyed driver right in front of his eyes.

The little boy took a deep breath and looked at the driver with a pale face.

The old driver's eyes narrowed, looking extremely ferocious, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are your parents?"

Only then did the little boy realize that there was no passenger left in the car.He overslept.

"Huh?!" The old driver looked at the little ghost in front of him.

"Uh...I..."

The driver stood up, grabbed the boy roughly by the arm, and dragged him out of the car.This terrified the little boy, who kicked his legs in terror, only to be resisted by the driver.They walked into the pitch black night, and there was no light around them.

The old driver walked to a lonely small house in the open space, knocked on the glass, put down the kid in his arms, "Hey, there's a kid with a problem here."

"He evaded the fare?" The policeman in the room was reading the newspaper and replied weakly.

"No, it might be..." The old driver looked at the boy and said, "Missing persons."

"Missing persons?!" The policeman suddenly put down the newspaper, went to the window to look at the child in the driver's arms, and looked again and again, "Hey, child, where do you live?"

The little boy looked at the policeman tremblingly, "Will you take me home?"

"of course."

The little boy's green eyes widened, and the water was as clear as a timid deer, "Sir, my family lives in Spider's End Alley."

The old driver said to the policeman, "This kid is smart and dishonest."

The policeman looked at the little boy, and he asked, "Is Spider's End Alley your home?"

"Yes, sir." The little boy replied obediently, "The head of the household at Spider's End is Severus Snape...he is my father."

"Oh," the policeman nodded. He came out of the sentry box, bent over and hugged him, and asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy wrapped his arms around the police uncle's neck, and replied in a childish and crisp voice, "My name is Harry, Harry Snape."

Harry Snape obediently lay on the policeman's uncle's shoulder, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, like some dark snotling.The corners of Snape's mouth were raised slightly, his expression was so sluggish, he stretched out his little paw, and beckoned to the kind driver with dead fish eyes, and got on the car heading towards Spider's Tail smoothly. Lane's... Paulis Express.