The stairs spiraled upwards and at the end was a shiny wooden door with two bronze knockers in the shape of a griffin's head.

Snape reached out to pull open the door and walked in.

Sunlight shone through the window into the circular office.

The place looked very comfortable. There were many oddly shaped and exquisite silverware on the wide wooden table, and white steam was spurting out from the rotating silverware. Fox was resting quietly on the fiery red shelf. There were many portraits of male and female wizards hanging on the wall. Some of them had their eyes closed, still in deep sleep. Some of them were curiously looking at the gloomy man in the black robe standing in the office, whispering to each other and whispering to each other.

"So," Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "He wants to … I guess he wants to know about the prophecy —" Snape heard Dumbledore say the word "prophecy" and her face became unusually gloomy.

"— the second half of it."

Dumbledore said thoughtfully. He looked up and saw Snape's expression. He smiled comfortingly at her. "Don't blame yourself, Severus. It's not entirely your fault.

To be honest, the environment in the Pig's Head Bar … even if it wasn't you, it would be someone else.

Sit down … Do you want a cup of coffee?

No sugar? "He waved his hand gently and two cups of steaming coffee immediately appeared on the table.

"I'm fine."

Snape said in a low voice, avoiding Dumbledore's gaze. She strode to the chair and sat down. Her face was expressionless.

"So he wants to use Potter … What's the second half of the prophecy?

He already knows the most important information, and he already … already took care of it. "Snape said with difficulty.

Dumbledore shook his head. "He didn't take care of it. Otherwise, you and I wouldn't be sitting here today."

"He already killed James Potter and … and Lily!" Snape looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Yes, yes.

He killed James and Lily, and then he turned to Harry. But now, Harry is still alive and well, and he has suffered a great loss. He must have been puzzled for a long time, "Dumbledore said calmly." I think Lord Voldemort may want to get the complete prophecy to deduce the reason for his failure.

With his personality, he would only think of power. He firmly believes that only violence can subdue everything … and once he thinks that he has found the reason … "

He would not hesitate to get rid of the obstacle that he had not solved in the past — Harry Potter, the boy who was prophesied to be an obstacle to his ascension to the throne.

The office was silent. The silverware on the table was spinning and making a buzzing sound.

Snape's face was pale, and her fingers under the robe tightly gripped the armrest of the chair.

"What did the second half of the prophecy … say?" His voice was a little hoarse.

One must die at the hands of the other. Both cannot live.

Dumbledore looked at the pale man in front of him, and a trace of hesitation flashed through his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "You already know the first half of the prophecy. It said, 'The person who has the power to conquer the Black Devil is approaching, and will be born at the end of the seventh month.'"

That was the sentence.

Snape closed her eyes in pain.

If it were not for this sentence … If he had not hurriedly told this sentence to The Dark Lord, would Lily not have died?

That boy would not have had to suffer so much. He would have grown up healthy and happy, with a naughty smile in his green eyes like his mother's. He would not have been as cautious as he was now, afraid that something would not be good enough.

Dumbledore looked at his expression and sighed slightly. "The second half of the prophecy said, 'The Black Devil personally marked him as a strong opponent, but he had the power that the Black Devil did not understand, and in the end … he completely defeated him.'"

Snape opened her eyes as if she had caught something. "'In the end, he completely defeated him?'

Then you're saying … Potter … won't die? "

She stared at Dumbledore, eager to hear the promise. She did not even realize how eager her expression was.

"Well, um …" Even if Dumbledore had already made a decision, he felt that he could not bear to lie under such a gaze. He quickly nodded and pushed the coffee that had cooled down to Snape. "Have some coffee. It's very good."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief and then realized that she seemed to be too concerned about Harry.

She looked at Dumbledore's eyes that seemed to understand everything. She coughed awkwardly and said, "Of course the life of the savior is not so fragile. She will save the whole world of magic in the future."

She proudly picked up the cup and took a sip elegantly, trying to prove that she was not panicking to the point of losing her composure. But as soon as the coffee entered her mouth, her expression immediately became strange.

"Ah …" Dumbledore looked up and saw her expression. She pretended to be suddenly enlightened. "Sorry, I seem to have put the cup in the wrong place. That cup should be mine."

Snape frowned and endured the disgusting sweet taste in her mouth. She did not even want to say anything.

She put the cup back on the desk heavily, snorted coldly, and quickly left.

Dumbledore looked at her back with a smile, but in the end, he sighed slightly without leaving a trace. A trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows.

"Fox." Dumbledore stood up, walked to the shelf, and gently touched its gorgeous feathers.

"What I did … is it really right?

This road … is really too long. "