"Whoosh — Bang!"

There was a loud noise outside, and then there was a lot of noise, as if the whole school was shouting about something. There were footsteps going up and down the stairs, screams, whistles, and roars. Snape and Harry looked at each other in surprise.

"What — what happened?" Harry asked, puzzled. His hand was still soaked in the sour juice of the Motley Mouse's tentacles.

"I don't know." Snape pulled out her wand and walked towards the door.

Someone seemed to be running towards them. Snape pointed at the door with her wand and pulled it open.

"Professor!" Malfoy held the door and panted in panic. He pointed at the sky and said, "Fireworks!

Professor Umrich — Potter?

What's he doing here? "He saw Harry in the room.

"Potter is tutoring in Potionology," Snape said calmly. "What fireworks?"

"Oh..." Malfoy nodded with a knowing expression. He turned to Snape and said anxiously, "I don't know who it is... Professor Umrich asked all the teachers to deal with it —"

At this time, a blue firework stick quickly floated down the corridor, spelling out the words "Umrich pig" along the way.

Snape looked at the firework stick with a strange expression as it floated away. He then lazily kept his magic wand.

"Well, then I'll — go." He turned to Harry and said, "Stay here."

Snape went first, and Malfoy stayed behind.

"Ha!

Tutoring in — Potionology? "He laughed at Harry triumphantly." Your level is really — terrible, isn't it? "

Harry didn't bother with him.

Malfoy soon left, and Harry looked at the closed door in boredom.

The twins' fireworks seemed to have caused a lot of trouble for Umrich, and Snape had not returned yet.

Harry looked at Snape's office with interest.

He used to feel gloomy when he came in, but now his mentality had changed. He looked at the room with a sense of familiarity, and he could see traces of Snape's daily activities everywhere.

He picked up a quill from the table and toyed with it for a moment. Then he wandered over to a glass jar containing a dead eel and bent down to look into the eel's eyes. There was a flash of silver on the jar, and Harry blinked. Suddenly he realized what it was.

His heart began to pound, and he instinctively glanced at the door.

Snape should be back for a long time. If he —

Harry could not wait to know more about Snape. He opened the cabinet door with a smirk, took out the meditation basin, put it on the table, bent, and buried his face in the cold silver memory.

Snape came to the top of the stairs and saw fireworks flying everywhere with a 'swoosh' sound.

Umrich roared and ran around, waving his wand to get rid of the cursing fireworks, but it was all in vain.

Ferch, the gatekeeper, followed her, bending down.

Snape saw Umrich cast a Vanishing Spell on a red firework, but the firework did not disappear. Instead, it expanded several times and then exploded with a new sentence, "Umrich HAMA."

"Don't cast a Vanishing Spell on them, Ferch!"

Umrich shouted angrily at the gatekeeper, as if the spell was cast by Ferch.

"You're right!

Professor Umrich! "Ferch panted and bowed. Snape knew he was a dud.

Snape saw many colleagues standing in the corridor, watching the fireworks indifferently. No one wanted to help Umrich — neither did he.

After gloating for a while, he was ready to go back. Harry was still there.

Snape was suddenly shocked. He turned around and wanted to walk back, but Umbridge saw him at that moment.

"Senior!" She cried and ran to him. "Senior!

Look at these annoying students — help me get rid of them!

Help me! "

Snape was not in the mood to deal with her. "Get out of my way."

"You can't go!" Umrich held him tightly. "They're all bullying me —"

"Let go!"

"Senior —"

"Get out of my way!"

It took him a while to get rid of Umrich. In the end, he pushed Umrich aside, ignoring her shocked and angry expression. She and her damn Ministry of Magic could go to hell!

Snape ran all the way back to the cellar, feeling inexplicably panicky.

The green-eyed boy kept pestering him, saying that he liked him. But if he saw the past and knew the unbearable truth — would he still like him? Definitely not...

Snape found that he was beginning to crave the warmth that Harry brought to him, especially when Harry said those words with a serious face last time. He unconsciously began to look forward to it and began to imagine... and that hug...

Even if it was a dream... please let the dream be longer...

I don't ask for forever... as long as... as long as it's longer... a little later...

"Bam!" Snape violently pushed open the cellar door.

Harry Potter stood in front of the table with his back to him. There was a meditation basin on the table, and the thoughts in the basin were spinning and emitting a cold glimmer.

When he heard the door open, he turned his head and stared at him with red eyes.

It was over...

The dream... was over.

Harry looked at Snape in front of her with tears in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.

He had a cold expression from the moment he came in, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"You... don't you have anything to say?"

Harry looked at him in despair. Half of her heart wanted to pounce on him and bite him. For him telling the Lord Voldemort that fatal prophecy, the other half wanted to kneel down and beg for his forgiveness — for her father's cruel humiliation.

"Say what?"

Snape closed his eyes.

It was a fact that he killed Harry's parents. It was also a fact that he made Harry an orphan when she was born...

"You... you like my mother, don't you?"

Harry didn't mistake the way Snape looked at her mother in those memories. It was gentle and affectionate, exactly the same as the eyes that she couldn't forget, but even gentler and more affectionate.

"No... you love her."

So you always look at me like that. The gentleness and love that I thought was... it was all my wishful thinking...

Harry painfully remembered that everyone said that his eyes were like his mother's. He used to be happy when he heard such words, but now he would rather never know... such an embarrassing truth.

Snape opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Explain!

Tell me... you actually like me a little bit... it's not just my mother's shadow... Harry Potter is standing in front of you... I... I'm also a living person!

Harry felt like her heart was being torn apart.

"What right do you have to like her!

What right do you have to love her! "

Harry roared like a wounded animal, fiercely pushing Snape, and wildly beating him. Her heart seemed to be broken into pieces. "You killed her!

You killed my parents! "

Snape's face was pale as he let her kick him. His body leaned back and hit the table. A bowl fell down with a bang, and black liquid splashed on the floor.

Snape and Harry both stared at the bowl in a daze.

Just a moment ago, the atmosphere was so peaceful, and there was a faint sweetness in the air — why did it suddenly change?

Harry looked at the bowl, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

A few minutes ago, he was still full of joy for Snape's occasional show of concern.

A few minutes ago, he was still thinking about the beautiful future with Snape.

The bowl was broken, the medicine was spilled, and there was no going back.

"Severus Snape," Harry shouted fiercely, emphasizing every word, "I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you — "

His tears flowed down again. He turned around and quickly ran out of the cellar, without looking at Snape again.

Snape stood there in a daze with one hand on the table. His eyes were dead, and there was no expression on his face.

After a long time, he slowly squatted down and reached out to pick up the broken bowl on the ground one by one.

His movements were very light, as if he was afraid of startling something.

As he picked up, he lowered his head and coughed. Slowly, the cough turned into a low whimper.

Severus Snape sat on the ground like a child, deeply burying his face in his knees, and hugging himself tightly with both hands.