HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Dumbledore still knew the origin of the diary, although the youngest daughter of the Weasley family cried and said that she had picked it up.

Principal's office.

"Severus, do you know what this is?" Dumbledore pushed the things on the table towards him, asking him to guess in a childish way, "You can look at this and guess. Where did I get it.”

Snape ignored Dumbledore's mysterious look. He reached out and picked up the notebook on the table that Old Bee had shown him, which had a big hole in the middle and was obviously contaminated by an unknown black liquid.

This is an ordinary diary, even an ordinary diary sold in Muggle areas.

"This is that person's thing," Dumbledore said, looking at Severus's expressionless expression, and added to the fire. "Tom Riddle is the name of that person when he studied in this school. Fifty years ago, he was still a handsome, outstanding and talented child..."

"That's enough." Snape rarely interrupted Dumbledore. He didn't want to hear him praise the mysterious man for how smart and capable he was as a student.

Don’t you know what kind of person he used to be?

Wasn't he impressed by his personal charm at that time?

He made his young and ignorant self more convinced that only strong power can make him stronger and more fearsome, and he will not be bullied by others.

He has never looked back on the road of studying black magic, and thus he has gone in the opposite direction from the person who has the closest relationship with him, and will never go the same way again.

I even eavesdropped on the prophecy for his trust and killed the person I loved most in my life...

Lily won.

My path is wrong.

For this reason, he agreed to Dumbledore's plan and even joined the Order of the Phoenix. Only the person in front of him can stop the mysterious man who is killing indiscriminately.

"Oh! Don't be too impatient, kid, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Dumbledore seemed to have not seen the sadness emanating from him at that moment, and spoke again, "You don't want to know where this diary came from. Where did it come from?"

Snape had no idea what to do with Old Bee's sudden "jokes" sometimes. He just looked at Dumbledore with empty eyes.

"This is your daughter's thing," Dumbledore said directly, "Aren't you curious about where she got it?"

Emotions appeared in the man's eyes again. Is this Licoris's thing?

Where did she get such a thing? This diary exudes an ominous aura of black magic. Will she be hurt?

"Severus, don't you want to know?" Dumbledore said, "If you ask, I think she will talk."

"Got it." Snape left without saying a word.

Watching the big bat fly out of his office, Dumbledore felt that he might really regard him as her godfather.

He clearly knew what he meant at that time, and he acquiesced in his behavior.

There are too many weirdnesses and secrets in this little girl, but at such a young age, she cannot bear even one Legilimency.

In order to keep a close eye on her, she allowed him to recognize her as his goddaughter.

How could there really be love between the dementors and the imprisoned prisoners?

From the beginning, the purpose was impure and the intention was ulterior. Can such a relationship really be sincere? That little girl doesn't look like someone who would forgive betrayal.

Dumbledore looked away, turned around and touched Fawkes on the shelf.

Slytherin office.

Instead of waiting for Dumbledore's invitation, Licoris was a little confused when the prefect came and said that the dean was looking for her.

"Thank you, I'll be there right away." After politely thanking the prefect, Licoris walked to the office.

"The headmaster pointed to a destroyed diary on his desk and said it was yours." Snape opened his mouth, shattering all the scenarios Lycoris had imagined on the way. "What do you want to say?" of?"

"That's not my thing." Licoris said very frankly, "If I say that, dad, do you believe it?"

It's really not my thing, isn't it?

This is Malfoy stuff.

In order to insult Potter and curse Potter for being unlucky, Malfoy, one of Voldemort's Seven Horcruxes, was accurately found among Lucius Malfoy's many dark magic contrabands. In a sense, he was also the Emperor of Europe.

I just borrowed this diary for use. how to use? Naturally, learn the language of snakes. Although I was told to borrow it for a while, I never said when I would return it to him.

The right to belong is really not me.

Neither Malfoy nor his father could be me.

"You said it, and I believe it."

That's what Snape said, and he really meant it.

Didn’t no one ever believe in me?

Most of them have plans for themselves, they want to learn curses from themselves, or they want to get magic potions from themselves.

Trusting others without reservation is also an ability that most people around you don’t have.

Unfortunately, Snape was.

So does Licris.

The girl really laughed and sat on the chair relaxedly, "I know who asked Dad to ask me, and I also know what he thinks. Now I know what you think, so what do I think? It doesn’t matter.”

Doesn't it matter?

indeed.

As long as she is safe and the savior is not dead, nothing else matters.

As for making up for her mistakes, it has nothing to do with her.

"I know all this, but I didn't interfere in anything." Especially in the savior training plan, I was just invisible as an audience, and I just took advantage of it.

Anyway, if I don't catch this one, the basilisk will rot, isn't it a waste? Speaking of which, there are still some good things from the basilisk that I haven't gotten back, so I wonder if there will be a chance to go there a second time.

This is a basilisk hatched by a senior Slytherin. It would be rude to leave it to rot.

"Dad, there is a good place, do you want to go?" Licoris felt that Nott and Malfoy were not good at all, and she should change to someone more reliable.

"Let me remind you, Miss Snape, it is still school time and you are not allowed to leave school."

"Dad, you don't have to leave school," Licoris smiled evilly, "I'll take you to a good place."

A "good place" indeed.

Snape's body radiated cold air, and Myrtle was scared away by him.

"This is the women's room."

"Obviously," Licoris pushed her father's waist, "Hurry in, it's not good to be seen."

You also know it’s not good?

Snape spoke with a strange aura as when we first met, "Miss Snape, if you remember correctly, your professor is an adult male. If you don't remember, is it because of overwork and cognitive confusion?"

"There is a secret room down here," Licoris said. "If you don't go, I'll go alone."