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Chapter 157 A Desperate Man Stands in the Dark Night

Sherlock looked at him from the side, shook his head helplessly, did not urge him, just waited like this.

Snape stared blankly at the small building for a long time, and finally drank the Polyjuice Potion.

His appearance changed rapidly, his hair became fresh and smooth, and his face full of vicissitudes returned to his youthful appearance.

Apart from the uncharacteristic teenage look in his eyes, Snape had returned to his 17-year-old appearance.

After climbing over the fence that surrounded the yard, he walked into the garden. He still remembered Lily's room, which was on the far right of the first floor.

They, who hadn't broken up yet, once chatted together through a window, thinking about what house they would be assigned to after going to Hogwarts.

And this meadow, where Snape sneaked over to find Lily during the summer of second year, only to be found by his older sister, Petunia, who exclaimed that he was a freak and told her mother that he had trampled their lawn broken.

There is also a small back garden behind the small building. In summer, he and Lily like to sit by the wall together and look at the stars in the sky. Although the sky is always dark and misty, according to the positions of the constellations in astronomy class, They can always guess what the starry sky above the black clouds looks like.

Snape never really thought that he could set foot in this small courtyard again one day.

Yes, he had fantasized about it, many times, but those were all dreams, and now he came here in reality, the person who made him yearn for days and nights was on the other side of the window.

The sockets of his eyes became moist at some point, Snape sniffled, he looked at the dark windowpanes covered by the curtains, and tapped lightly with his fingers.

The person inside didn't seem to be sleeping deeply, a little movement woke her up, and the soft light of the table lamp beside the bed turned on.

"Who's outside?"

Listening to the voice inside that had only appeared in dreams for more than ten years, Snape insisted on his tone and said in a trembling voice.

"Me, Severus."

The people in the room seemed to pause for a moment, and after two or three seconds passed, she got out of bed and opened the curtains.

It was a beautiful girl with wavy wine red hair, on the other side of the window, frowning beautifully, just staring at Snape.

Looking at that face, Snape couldn't bear it anymore, tears silently slid down his cheeks, he opened his mouth and just stared at Lily blankly, like a wooden man who can only cry.

On the other side of the window, Lily couldn't help being at a loss seeing Snape showing such an expression, she opened the window.

"What do you want? Snape."

Snape propped his hands against the wall, almost in tears, and apologized in a low, humble, regretful voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I'm not right. I shouldn't scold you like that."

Lily looked at him, pursed her lips, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"You have apologized to me many times for this matter." Her voice was cold, "I also told you that I will not accept your apology, never will."

Snape raised his head and looked at her with such pitiful eyes. He had never begged someone so much, begged her forgiveness so much.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just ask you to forgive me, and nothing else matters. I haven't thought about anything else. As long as I have your forgiveness, that's all."

The words he said in front of Sherlock before, about taking Lily back and taking revenge on Black and the others, all of that was thrown away by Snape.

His request now is so simple, all he needs is forgiveness from the girl in front of him, a word of forgiveness is enough.

But Lily still looked at him with those cold eyes.

"Do you really need my forgiveness? Mr. Snape, your talent in the Dark Arts is obvious to all, and the students of the entire Slytherin house regard you as an idol. You have your own friends, Rozier, Wilk Si, Mulciber, and your most beloved senior Malfoy, even if Malfoy has graduated and joined those people, you still keep in touch with him. If you have a good relationship with them, why do you need mine? forgive?"

Snape tried to explain, but nothing came out.

Because what Lily said was not wrong, that Mudblood was just the final fuse. In fact, long before this sentence was uttered, their relationship was because Snape was obsessed with the study of black magic, and his love for pure blood estranged from friends of theory.

He could only keep making promises, constantly hoping to make her trust him again.

"No, I will sever all ties with them in the future, and I will not study black magic anymore. As long as you don't like it, I don't have to do it!"

"You told me these words before." Lily was still unmoved, "But every time you make a promise, you haven't changed at all. During the summer vacation of the fifth grade, I have been thinking about our relationship for a long time , Snape."

Lily looked at the embarrassed Snape calmly, and she didn't even want to call him by his name.

"I should have figured it out when you pulled me in fourth grade and wanted me to study the dark arts with you. You were like those friends of yours, you liked torture, you liked that theory , and made no secret of your admiration for him, that sentence is just what you said in your heart."

"All our friendship has long since ended, and there will be no future. You don't need my forgiveness, and I won't say against my will that I won't blame you. There is no relationship between us anymore."

Snape's face was ashen, his eyes became empty again, and he was unable to utter half a word in despair.

After discovering that he went back to the past, he fantasized that as long as he apologized to Lily more sincerely and sincerely, she would forgive him, but these were just his fantasies.

The things that have been done, the mistakes that have been made, after all, it is not a word of sorry, but a promise that can be easily forgiven.

If Sherlock took him back to not 77, but 75 or earlier, Snape still had a way to recover, but now he had done all the wrong things.

He even planned it on the Knight Bus, as long as Lily was willing to forgive himself, he would immediately find a way to replace himself at this time.

Immediately after graduating from Hogwarts, he took her out of England and flew far away, changing the future and letting that damned fate go!
However, these are only fantasies in his mind.

"It's very late, I'm going to bed." Lily said lightly, and then she was about to close the window.

Snape pressed the window frame nervously, staring at Lily.

"You don't have to forgive me, but you must not be with Potter! It will be dangerous for you to be with him! It will kill you!"

Hearing his words, Lily's face became angry.

"We're not even friends now, you're too lenient! It's not up to you to decide who I want to be with!"

"No! You trust me, Lily! Please trust me! You really can't be with him! That man will kill you, he will kill you!"

Their quarrel was so loud that Petunia, who lived upstairs, opened the window and looked down and screamed threats.

"If you continue to quarrel, I will wake up Mom and Dad!"

"Oh!"

Lily closed the window heavily, then drew the curtains, and turned off the desk lamp in the room.

Snape stood motionless in front of Lily's room window like a shell that had lost its soul.

In the dark night, stood a desperate man.

At this time, Sherlock sighed softly and walked to Snape's side, looking at his current appearance, he couldn't help shaking his head.

He took Snape's arm like a lifeless marionette, and led him out of the Evans house.

"Look out, man."

Sherlock was leaning against the wall while Snape was talking to Lily, and he heard everything they had to say.

On the side of the dark and silent road, Sherlock dragged Snape aimlessly.

At this time, he knew that what Snape needed was of course not consolation. If consolation was useful, Snape would never regret it even after more than ten years.

While walking by a side of the road, Sherlock saw a Muggle pub that was still open, and immediately dragged Snape into it.

The city is small and few people are willing to come out at night, so there are hardly any people in the bars.

Sherlock took Snape to find an empty table and sat down, and threw a gold Galleon at the boss who was wiping his wine glass, first let him distinguish the gold from the fake.

He carried Muggle currency for emergencies when he needed it, but those banknotes were all issued around 90 years ago, so they definitely couldn't be used in this era, so he could only pay in Galleons extravagantly.

"Whisky, rum or tequila, as long as it's a strong drink."

The owner of the bar quickly judged that the gold coin was real gold, and immediately satisfied Sherlock's request and sent them two bottles of whiskey.

"If not enough, the guest can call me again."

Sherlock waved his hand, indicating that his services are not needed here.

He set the glasses and filled them for himself and Snape.

Snape stared at the wine glass in front of him, and he still hasn't recovered from the state of losing his soul.

"There's nothing more to say, Severus." Sherlock looked at him and raised the glass in his hand, "Drink it, you won't think so much after drinking it."

At this time Snape finally made a move.

He picked up the glass of wine with a numb face, the glass reflected his pale and embarrassed face, and then he drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)