In the slightly cold potion preparation room, strangely colored steam was emerging from the crucible. The "cooing" sound of the liquid boiling, echoed in the quiet air.

Snape was squeezing sleepy beans with the side of a silver knife, precise, subtle, and in one step.

On the side of the potion preparation room, Maca lay on her side on a bed that had never been used before, with her hand gently resting on a small hourglass.

This is an hourglass with a timing of only 5 seconds. Every 5 seconds, he will turn the hourglass over, sending out a crisp sound like a broken chopstick.

"... click ... click ..."

"... click."

"A quarter of a second slower."

Snape didn't look back, but his voice sounded in this quiet space, deep and cold, full of boring.

"Ok."

Maca gave a slight reply, and the ending seemed to tremble with anxiety.

"Click."

Quiet, still going on.

Probably when the "click" sound sounded about ten times, Maca suddenly laughed.

"Professor Snape, do you know harassment?"

"What?" Snape said casually.

"Harassment," Marka said, turning the hourglass over again, "'It is a creature that cannot be seen by the eyes, and it will float into the ears and mess up the human brain' ..."

"I haven't heard of it." Snape answered quite plainly.

"Haven't you read" Singing Contradictions "? That magazine is quite interesting ..."

Snape cleaned and wiped the silver knife, put it back in the tool box, and then walked to the still boiling crucible.

"never heard of that."

As he walked, he said that the answer was not bad.

"Don't do this, the professor always says so dry, it's easy to make people sleepy ..."

It was quiet again.

After several more clicks, Snape gently dripped the juice from the dormant beans into the crucible, emitting a few white smoke.

"……once."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Snape's sudden opening, Maca was about to flip her hand in the hourglass.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived on the outskirts of a shabby town. There were low, old houses everywhere, broken and few people ..."

"The boy's parents are terrible ... the mother is slightly better, but still terrible. They quarrel from time to time, never looking at time and place ..."

"Well, it's worse for my father to think so, because he always picks it up ... sometimes he hits his mother, which is really bad ..."

"So that boy has been neglected ... the family has no temperature at all."

"But one day he saw a girl in an abandoned park on the outskirts of the city ..."

Snape's cold voice hovered in the air, as if he were really telling a story that had nothing to do with him. But Maca knew that the protagonist of this story was Snape himself.

"The boy, when he saw the girl at first glance, liked the girl. Because he could feel that the girl was as smart, calm, and curious as himself ..."

"So, the boy and the girl met, and they naturally came together and made friends. They often played together in that tattered suburb, lying by the river listening to the sound of the water and looking at the clear sky."

"Well, that shabby suburb ..." Snape seemed to be remembering, and there was a hint of warmth in the cold tone. "That suburb is really broken, there is nothing, and the facilities in the park are still It's bad, you can't use one. "

"But the river is very reassuring, the grass is everywhere, and you can see the town from a distance ... the girl often says, 'The big chimney in the town has never smoked, What does it do? '"

He spoke lightly, and his voice softened. However, this rare softness quickly disappeared.

"in case……"

His voice suddenly cooled, and it seemed particularly abrupt.

"If there is a man who meets a child of a woman he once liked and still likes now ... what do you think that man should do?"

Because the problem came too suddenly, in a moment of surprise, Maca's groggy head suddenly became awake.

To say the "man" in Snape's mouth is no doubt referring to himself.

But how do you answer this question?

Maca thought of Harry for the first time, and then immediately thought of Harry's mother, the little girl in that story, Lily.

In the end, he thought of Luna, who was still at Hogwarts Castle at the moment.

If it happened to him ... no, he found he couldn't imagine it ... or he didn't want to think at all.

What kind of life has Snape been living in these years!

Not only must we face the loss of love, but also the death of the cherished person, and even guard the sons of women whom we like and other men.

And this feeling, he just couldn't let it go, and it has continued to the present.

In order to show respect for this heavy love, Marca forced herself to think about it, and then sighed softly.

"... Anyway, that child ... is part of the person he loves ... right?"

Maca finally understood why Snape had always been that dry voice. Because his voice is almost the same now, and he is so dry, not a little angry.

The fact is the same, if Maca is in that situation, I am afraid it will be the same! I am always entangled in my own contradictory psychology and cannot be liberated for a moment.

Just as Snape had never looked good to Harry ... except for the show to Voldemort, the love-hate pain was probably one of the reasons.

"A part of her ... is that really the case ..." Snape said with his back to Maca, "It really is!"

The voice quietly settled, and in the "click" sound again and again, both felt a little dull. As if something was stuck in the chest, people couldn't help but want to breathe in a big mouth.

"That kid ... is it called 'Harry Potter'?"

Maca suddenly felt that he had to say something. After all, Snape was suddenly talking about it here, and although it was not stated, it was indeed a disguise.

You know, it's not easy to do this step with Snape's awkward personality. And this man, who has been in the depression for too long, needs an opportunity to vent.

Maca is willing to provide him with this opportunity.

But Maca didn't expect it, but Snape was surprisingly calm at the moment.

"You know?" There didn't seem to be many surprises in his tone, "Dumbledore told you?"

Marka heard that she was just going to push Dumbledore in this way-because he had intended it.

However, at that instant, he gave a sharp jerks.

"The river ... low houses ... big chimneys?"

Words flashed in his mind one by one, and a certain picture in his memory was rediscovered by him, clearing up little by little.

It should be right, that is ... But why? What's the truth?

There seems to be a key point linking the front and back!

"No," Makam murmured. "Tell me a photo."

"what?"

Snape turned back and frowned slightly.

"What photo?"

"A photo of Muggles." Maca gradually looked back, her face full of puzzles. "Yes, a black and white photo taken by a Muggle camera."

"What's going on?" Snape hurriedly approached the bed and asked hurriedly.

Maca tilted her head and looked at Snape, and soon realized that Snape was anxious.

"No, it's not what you think ..." he said immediately. "That photo has nothing to do with Harry's mother."

He didn't even think about it himself, because he had a slow mind just because of the potion in his body, so he couldn't help speaking out.

"Well ... wait a minute, I just realized ... you asked me to sort out my thoughts first."

After all, Maca frowned, thinking.

Snape stood beside the bed, looking a little impatient, but when he looked at Maca for a few more times ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, he forced himself to calm down.

He is very clear about how bad Maca is now. In this case, he couldn't ask too much of Maca.

In fact, in Snape's mind, Maca was already recognized as a "precocious" boy who was both a student and a friend. If not, he would not be able to pour out his own story.

As a result, the potion preparation room quieted again.

After a long time, Maca finally exhaled, but his brows frowned even tighter.

"Professor, does your mother have long black hair?"

In Snape's agitated expression, Maca didn't immediately explain, but instead raised an inexplicable question.

"... Yes," Snape said puzzledly. "Why do you ask this?"

"Is the skin very white and a pair of black eyes?"

"That's right," Snape said impatiently. "So why do you ask this? You see a picture of my mother?"

"No, maybe your father ..." Maca said hesitantly. "Dark dark curly hair, tall skinny, stiff face ... and a little double chin?"

"That's it?" Snape said sharply, "Although I don't know where you saw my parents' photos, does it have anything to do with the question I just asked?"

"Background, the background of that photo is the same as you described!" Maca said weakly, "especially the big chimney ... probably not for anyone who has watched it carefully."

"So, I have one last question--"

He paused and raised the volume slightly.

"Professor, do you have ... sister?"

(End of this chapter)