Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 371 Sorry, Lily

The words drowned Snape like a tide.

A buzzing sound gradually began to ring in his ears, making it difficult for him to hear anything in the world around him.

He just, just looked at it.

Look into those green eyes.

The next moment, Harry turned into a dark shadow and attacked him.

An iron claw grabbed his throat and slammed him to the ground.

"Don't you hate it?" Harry sneered, "Look, does my smile look like the one when James hung you upside down?

It's just that kind of complacency, it's just that kind of - despicable!"

As he spoke, Harry waved his hand in front of his eyes.

The green eyes were hidden.

It turned into a dark pupil.

Snape's figure turned into black mist and escaped from Harry's iron claws.

Then, he stopped again not far in front of him.

"Potter," he began slowly.

"Tsk." Harry smiled and shook his head: "What's the meaning of your sad expression? You look so pitiful. Do you want me to pity you?"

"Kill me, Potter," Snape said absentmindedly.

"What are you pretending for?" Harry still had that sneering look on his face.

"Everyone in the school knows that you don't like me and Neville. Why are you making this expression now?"

As he spoke, he suddenly clapped his hands.

"Hey!" Harry said in surprise, "You said, you don't like Neville so much, could it be that you feel

If the Longbottoms had died that year, that night, then your beloved Lily would not have died?"

"I—" Snape froze in place.

"Haha." Harry laughed: "It seems I was right."

As he spoke, Harry no longer hesitated and cast spells towards him.

Snape's body flew high up like a piece of rag, and then fell to the ground.

Harry put away his annoying smile.

He just stood in front of Snape in silence.

The other person was covered in blood and mud, his face full of sorrow, and he just looked at him without saying a word.

"Since you don't resist, I'm sorry." Harry shook his head, and the golden snake staff turned into a dark and sharp sword.

"Goodbye, Snape." He shook his head and held his sword high.

Then, he stabbed fiercely.

Snape closed his eyes as well.

Perhaps, dying at the hands of Lily's son is a good ending.

As he was thinking, he seemed to see the woman with red hair appear before him.

Those green eyes seemed to be as bright and gentle as the waves.

He slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch, to get closer——

Snapped--

His hands were slapped away.

Those green eyes were still before his eyes.

But there is no red hair like the sun, and no smiling face as bright as the spring breeze.

On the contrary, it was James's face that made him feel sick the moment he saw it.

The sword passed Snape's ear and cut his hair.

The next moment, a heavy fist landed on his face.

"Go ahead!" Harry roared, "You coward."

"You never had a chance to give James a proper punch or a curse, did you?!"

boom--

Another fist landed on Snape's face.

Harry grabbed his collar and kept hitting Snape with curses and fists.

"Are you that fucking weak?"

"You'll always be like this."

"Who are you showing that guilty expression to? You're complaining about yourself here, and you're wrapping yourself in regrets for the rest of your life—"

Bang—blood splattered.

"What the hell's the use?"

"Do I want your fucking disgusting apology?"

"Speak up, Snape? Uh-huh, Snotlout?! Do you like me calling you that?"

"You love nothing more than to vent your malice towards James on me, don't you?"

boom--

Finally, a heavy fist broke Snape's nose.

Harry weakly raised his fist again, then looked at Snape's broken, tear-stained face.

Gradually loosened his hand.

He drew his sword, turned it back into a wand, and then put it away.

"Lilyly" Snape's eyes were blurred by blood and tears, and he could only see a shadow.

"Kill me, Lily," he said absentmindedly.

Harry raised his head and looked at the sky, at the cold moon.

Then he whispered.

"It's over, Professor."

"Your love is so strong, so hot, and yet it makes me sick." Harry said coldly.

"I'm sorry," Snape murmured, "Lily. I'm sorry."

"Stop fucking Lily," Harry scolded in a low voice.

"I am - Harry Potter, Lily's son. I am now speaking for Lily Potter, or Lily Evans, and I say: 'It is all right, I forgive you, Severus'."

After that, Harry dragged his feet and walked slowly towards the castle.

"If you want to feel guilty, then feel guilty. If you want to escape, then go ahead and escape.

However, you don't need to project your love and apology for Lily onto me.

I don't need it either.

I have people who love me—they love me, not my eyes.

I don't need your stuff.

You leave it to someone who doesn’t exist.”

Having said this, he stopped again and spoke without turning his head.

“By the way, don’t project the same emotions you have towards James onto me.

I'm not a fool, nor am I an emotionless robot.

You've been using me as a trash can to vent your hatred for James since first grade.

It's time to stop here.

So be it! "

The voice gradually echoed in the empty lake, and then disappeared.

Snape remained lying on the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

"Don't be fucking sorry," Harry roared. "It's over, got it? Lily forgives you."

"I'm sorry." Snape still just said stiffly and weakly.

But this time, the person I felt sorry for had changed.

"I'm sorry Potter."

Harry, who was about to leave, suddenly froze.

Until the wind blew from the forbidden forest and swept over the hill of the Expo Hall.

Harry finally spoke slowly.

"Call me Harry, Professor. Harry from Harry Potter!"

Then, the figure gradually returned to the castle and disappeared in the light.

Time passed slowly, and Snape just lay on the ground.

Until late at night, until the moon hangs high in the sky.

Snapped--

The sound of branches being stepped on slowly awakened Snape from his daze.

He opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore standing beside him in the moonlight.

"Severus." Dumbledore said softly.

Snape just sighed, as if the person in front of him didn't exist.

"You seem disappointed that he didn't kill you."

"Ah" Snape just let out a breath, making a low sound in confusion.

It seems to be affirmative.

"You should have waved your wand," said Dumbledore. "That boy... He was just angry.

He took a leave of absence during Christmas and went to Sirius specifically because he wanted to know what James had done to you.

He knows James owes you, so... maybe he just wants to fight you.

This is actually a good thing for both him and you.

This can be seen from the fact that he has been provoking and scolding you. "

"You don't need to teach me." Snape murmured, lying on the ground, looking at the starry sky.

"Of course I know what he's thinking, waving his wand and letting out those damn emotions, I know, but what's the use?"

As he spoke, he shook his head.

"I-I can't do that, Dumbledore, I can't wave my wand over Lily's child."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and said, "Just like you already know that Potter is an excellent child different from James, you can't help but inflict your disgust for James on him, right?"

Snape was silent again.

Also the default.

That was who he was, he couldn't deny it.

"What about next?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"After what?"

Dumbledore said, "He said that he doesn't need your help or help that involves James or Lily's feelings."

"Why ask?" said Snape.

"But like he said, James is dead, and he apologized, even today..."

As Snape spoke, Dumbledore's gaze fell to the beech tree.

'Hanging upside down here, exposing those ridiculous underwear.'

"And her?" Dumbledore asked again.

Snape staggered to his feet and walked towards the castle.

Dumbledore looked at Snape's back and couldn't help but speak seriously: "Severus!"

Snape slowly turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"He has forgiven you. Now, it's time for you to forgive yourself." Dumbledore said softly.

"That child, he also wants to give you salvation, don't you understand?"

Snape was silent for a moment, then staggered towards the castle.

"Dumbledore, my life is still as I said before. I will give it up at any time - for him, for Lily's son!"

"He said he didn't need it!" Dumbledore couldn't help but shout, trying to stop him from thinking this way: "Now you are the only one who can't forgive--"

"I can't do that," Snape interrupted.

"He can say forgiveness, I am not qualified"