Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Harry?

After hearing the name, Snape's head lowered.

Of course, he knew what was going on in Harry, after all, the two of them would meet as long as they were in Potions class, and Gryffindor would deduct points on a daily basis.

"Harry... What the hell is going on?"

Seeing that he bowed his head and was silent, Lily couldn't help but ask again.

She almost already had an idea in her heart about her son's current situation.

"He's nice and has a big group of friends at school. "

Snape heard the inquiry and replied in a low voice.

Just like James Potter back then, that face is getting more and more similar.

He hated seeing that face at Hogwarts, as it brought back memories he didn't want to remember.

"Yes. "

Lily leaned against the wall as well, and nodded lightly when she heard the answer.

She didn't know if what Snape said was true or false, but being in Hogwarts meant that sooner or later she would see her son.

When that time comes, she must take a good look at her son.

Remembering what the blonde wizard had said, Lily subconsciously clenched her side teeth.

Penny Dursley!

She never thought that her own sister would let Harry sleep in the cubicle of the stairs, where people could sleep?

Sooner or later—she's going to question Penny properly!

The snowstorm outside was getting more and more intense, the windows of the house were already covered with thick frost, and the fire was slowly burning, providing warmth to the silent room.

Snape didn't know when he was already sitting on the ground, and the wand he had hidden in his sleeve had fallen out of his hand.

He looked up, and his eyes that had been like falcons were now dim.

Just looked at Lily in front of him in a daze.

Anything that happened tonight was unbelievable to him, as if he were in a dream.

But... Everything in front of you is real.

Lily, who is dead, is presented to him as a gift.

Who the hell is the one who resurrected Lily...

What is he trying to do?

Snape couldn't figure it out, after all, there was no clue to the matter.

"You became a Potions professor?"

Lily's emerald green eyes looked at the jars around her, and asked Snape, who was already sitting on the ground.

As a childhood sweetheart, she naturally knew Snape's talent for potions - arguably better than any wizard in the same class.

However, when she was dying, she had heard from Jaime that Snape had gone to help Voldemort.

But why can a Death Eater be a professor in Hogwarts?

What's even more outrageous is that Headmaster Dumbledore apparently agreed.

She really couldn't figure it out.

"That's right—I went to see Dumbledore after you died, and he allowed me to be a Potions professor at Hogwarts. "

Snape looked at her and said.

"The condition is to help him do anything. "

Anything?

Lily strolled to her desk, and she subconsciously looked at the picture frame on the table.

The frame looks very delicate, but only half of the photos stored in it remain.

"This picture - is it?"

She muttered to herself softly.

Although only one body remains in this photo, the part of the face has long been burned to ashes.

But Lily was still recognizable at a glance.

After all, this photo was taken when she first entered Hogwarts, and Severus had not yet uttered the insulting word.

Seeing the picture frames on the table, Lily's heart became complicated.

When Snape saw Lily, who had already picked up the frame, he didn't stop him, but slowly stood up with his hand on the wall.

Step by step, get closer to the past.

"I originally wanted to use the Repair Charm, but the first half was blown into powder by that stinky rat, and the Charm couldn't be restored at all. "

He said in a trembling voice.

Stinky rats?

Lily quickly realized that Severus was referring to Peter Pettigrew.

She gently stroked the edge of the frame with her slender fingers, then carefully placed it on the table.

"Your robes—where did you come from?"

Snape asked in a hoarse voice as he looked at her green robes.

This green robe is exclusive to Slytherin.

“...... Sorry, I can't tell. "

Lily was silent for a while, shook her head and said helplessly.

She wanted to tell the blonde wizard about it, too, but the controlled body couldn't make any sound, as long as it was about the person.

"Yes. "

Snape understood what Lily meant.

A truly terrible spell that can manipulate the dead at will—the person who invented this spell is far more terrifying than Voldemort.

The sky was getting darker, and the fire in the fireplace was getting darker and darker.

Snape used the levitation charm to add some firewood to keep the room from getting cold.

If it's just him, it doesn't matter if it's cold or not.

But now it's clear that there's one more Lily.

"It's getting late, you can sleep with me—I'll go out. "

Snape looked at Lily, who was sitting in a chair wrapped in a tight robe, and couldn't help but speak.

It's not a way to stay silent like this, especially since he might as well go outside and calm down.

At least adjust your mentality first, and then face Lily who has been resurrected.

With that, he was ready to get up and leave the basement.

But as soon as he reached the doorway, Snape heard a noise behind him.

He lowered his hand from the doorknob and leaned over slightly.

Lily, who was sitting in a chair, didn't know when she had followed him.

"I can't leave you..."

Lily shook her head in disbelief and replied that her body was now out of her control.

She was relieved to see Snape prepare to leave the room.

But the body involuntarily followed.

Is that what it means to be a gift?

There is no escape, there is no way to stay away...

That damn blonde wizard - why bring me back to life!

.........

Responsive to requests inside the house.

Miss Granger was sitting cross-legged on the bed, quietly looking at the astrology book in her hand.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Lorne also lay on her side.

Thinking of the gift he had given tonight, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Professor Snape will love that gift!

"What are you thinking, smiling so much... Evil interest?"

Hermione asked softly as she shrunk her little white feet in.

"Of course I was thinking—dear Miss Granger. "

Lorne replied with a smile.