Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at a certain Hogwarts

"do you died?"

Snape opened his eyes in a daze, his mind still groggy.

In the dim world, there was only a golden beam shining through the gap, which made his eyes sting and he couldn't help but squint.

The only thing he could see clearly was the man bathed in the beam of light, as if emitting golden light.

"Crack."

The man was holding something in his hand and kept making clicking sounds towards himself. He seemed to be muttering strange words such as "the light is not good", "it's a waste of film again", "should I adjust the movements"?

The voice sounded like a lullaby, and it seemed as if Snape's will was gradually returning.

Only then did he realize that every muscle in his body was exuding a sense of fatigue, as if every ounce of energy in it had been consumed!

The more his brain recovered, the clearer this feeling of exhaustion became, allowing him to unconsciously ignore the dirt of the floor and lie there quietly.

Wait, Snape's mind suddenly cleared.

This familiar movement, this familiar voice, this damningly familiar tone...

Ignoring the brilliance of the sun, his eyes widened suddenly and he barely raised his head.

really!

"You're not dead?!"

Seeing that Snape was awake, Tweel put away his camera and looked at him teasingly.

"Why, listening to your tone, I actually feel a little bit of pity?"

A smile appeared on Snape's lips unconsciously, feeling that the tension he had been tense since last night finally relaxed, and he continued to lie back on the ground.

"That's a real pity."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that on the night when Tver disappeared, he saw with his own eyes that Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic were in an inexplicable panic.

Obviously they still have a great advantage. It is obvious that everything is within this man's expectation and they have made sufficient response plans. It is obvious that everyone has actually done much more work than this man who thinks about being lazy all day long. .

Obviously, I hate this man's mouth so much.

But as soon as he saw him standing in front of him intact, Snape knew——

This war is over.

If even death cannot stop this man, then victory will eventually belong to them, and there will be no more accidents.

"Hey, are you just going to lie here all the time?"

Tweel came over with a strange expression and kicked Snape's foot in annoyance.

He had seen this situation in many people, but he had never encountered Snape in such a lazy state.

Snape was like a machine with sufficient energy. No matter what difficulties lay ahead, no matter how dangerous the mission he had to perform, he still moved tirelessly towards his goal.

But now, the machine is rusty?

Snape waved his hand. He didn't know why, but he inexplicably enjoyed his current state.

"What I have to do has been completed, and what I have to do next has nothing to do with me."

"But I saved you?" Tver's eyes widened and he looked at the confident Snape.

I don't know why, but my body followed my soul into a trance, and it was hard to get out for a while.

More importantly, the founders’ claim that they are the controllers of the world is also a lie!

Just like there is no death, there will be no controller in this world.

It's just that because Tver's strength has reached the upper limit of this world, and after detecting death, he has reached a certain state of detachment.

To a certain extent, he has now reached the level of strength of the four founders, but each has its own focus, thus displaying different abilities.

But the problem is that compared to people like the Founder, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Tver's strength is all focused on combat.

If they were to compete in real combat power, even if they were tied together, they would not be intimidated...

Well, there is no need to be so arrogant.

But the problem is that trance is equivalent to a new field at that level. Compared with the founders, Tver's accumulation in this area can only be compared to children who have just gone to school!

Therefore, he had to struggle for so long, staying there for a long time to study, and finally even got out of the trance and illusion a little embarrassedly before returning to the real world.

Of course, arriving early is worse than arriving at a good time. As soon as he showed up, he met Snape who was on the verge of death.

For Twil, who has already discovered his death, let alone Snape who is on the verge of death, even if he is really dead...

Well, it's better not to set this kind of flag randomly.

All in all, we have to thank Voldemort for not using the Death Curse because he still had some doubts, allowing Tweel to casually revive Snape.

Of course, it’s normal to take a few casual photos of “world famous paintings”!

"Thank you very much," Snape said perfunctorily, getting up from the ground awkwardly.

"But why do I feel that there is something malicious in your smile?"

Of course, he would not lie on the ground forever. He still had to maintain his image in front of Tver.

It was just that he had just recovered from his injury, his body felt quite tired, and his mood was relaxed, which made him want to take a rest.

After so many years, it was not until the moment of his death that he truly felt that he had been freed from his past.

Speaking of which, if Tver hadn't given him the Resurrection Stone so that he could understand his wishes, he might not have been able to hold on long ago.

To a certain extent, he was literally "resurrected."

Although on the surface it seemed that his movements and demeanor were calmer, Tweel was still vaguely aware of the change in Snape's mentality.

His strange eyes looked at Snape's face, but considering that there was still a fight outside, the two stared at each other for a while, and finally withdrew their gazes.

"By the way, since you appear here, doesn't it mean that you are determined to meet Lily?"

Tweel casually opened the door of the house and said casually, but the word "eat melon" was written all over his face with his back to Snape!

Snape's face turned dark instantly, and the little emotion he had finally accumulated disappeared.

"The two are not necessarily connected. If you delay any longer, Hogwarts Castle will be captured by Voldemort!"

"Don't be in such a hurry."

After walking out of the door, Tver was not in a hurry.

At this time, the brilliance of the sun had penetrated from the distance, and the entire sky was filled with a hazy light.

By the light, he looked thoughtfully in the direction of the castle, feeling the breath coming from him, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"How can such an important event not have an audience?"

"audience?"