[HP] look at you

It is said that they are exactly the same, but in fact, if you look closely, there are many differences.

Snape's figure was slightly muscular, and even though he was wrapped in layers of clothes, he could still see that he had strong and powerful muscles.His skin is slightly fair, but lustrous, with a healthy color of blood on his cheeks, and his hair is a little shorter, neatly groomed.

His eyes are very energetic, and there is light in the deep pupils-the shining eyes that have never experienced deep-seated despair and are nourished by love.

Although his expression was dull, he was not gloomy. Whether it was his posture or temperament, he revealed confidence and firmness, and he seemed not afraid of any blow that might be thrown at him.But that is different from the overly arrogant and frivolous, it is a calmer, calmer aura that makes people unconsciously convincing.

As for Snape, who was leaning on the bed, his complexion was gloomy and his figure was thin. He was just recovering from a serious injury, and he looked even weaker and haggard.

There are faint lines between his eyebrows and the corners of his lips, not from the years, but from the ruthless mockery of fate.His eyes are always alert and hostile, as if he is always in a dangerous situation where no one trusts him, so that he instinctively repels everyone's approach.

The two of them stared deeply at each other face to face, and the vibrating resonance from the soul proved the fact more directly and effectively than the similar appearance—they were exactly the same person.

But—this was so unbelievable, Snape couldn't understand why this happened, he even wondered if he was dead, the scene in front of him was the absurd world after his death.

What broke their speechless gaze was Ron's exclamation from outside the curtain, "You are Professor Snape's wife?!"

Then a woman "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Ron's voice was gone too.

Surely this wasn't his fantasy world, Snape thought - he couldn't get another Weasley to get in his way.

He looked at Snape and noticed that he had tilted his head slightly, turned towards the drawn curtain, and although his view was blocked, his gaze seemed to pass through the curtain and fall on someone outside.

This made his eyes warmer.

Snape felt a little weird.

It was hard for him to accept such a tender look on his face, which made him look like he was full of holes waiting to be defeated by others.

Snape sensed this too, and turned back to face Snape.

"Maybe we can make a brief statement," he said.

Snape knew what he meant.

"You first?" He tentatively asked.

His reaction made Snape's expression slightly subtle, but he nodded briskly.

"Severus Snape, born in Spider's End, mother Irene Prince, father Tobia Snape. He entered Hogwarts at the age of 11 and met Olivia on the train Orpington. Inherited the Prince Manor at the age of 12, became a couple with Olivia at the age of 13, transferred to Ilvermorny together at the age of 14, graduated from Ilvermorny, and went to Castrobushe for exchange and study. 19 Returned to England in March when he was 20 years old, became the professor of Potions at Hogwarts, and eliminated Voldemort in August. He married Olivia at the age of 32, until now, at the age of [-], before Christmas, because we are also incomprehensible An accident, came here by accident, and saved you who was dying."

Snape finished summarizing flatly, looked at Snape, and made a gesture of "it's your turn".

Snape found it difficult to understand every word of his words.

"Olivia Orpington?" He repeated the frequent name, vaguely remembering fragments of a dream - which he thought was a bizarre dream.

Snape leaned forward slightly, stared at him and asked slowly, "You - don't know her?"

"As far as I know, there is no one with that name around me." Snape recalled the appearance of the girl in his dream, thinking that it was impossible for him not to remember this person after meeting him once.

Snape exhaled lightly, nodded, "Go ahead."

The other's habitual expression of concealing his emotions was so familiar, and not as clever as his own, that Snape, who could see through his annoyance at a glance, couldn't help but want to pierce his useless defense.

But he restrained himself and moved his gaze to the ceiling above his head.

"Severus Snape, it was the same until the age of eleven—" Snape paused, then suddenly remembered, "I met Lily Evans when I was ten."

But he couldn't remember how the two met and how they got along. He could only feel that it was an untouchable tragic memory.

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Lily? I know her too." He didn't seem to understand why he singled out this one.

"She married Potter in March at the age of 19, and is now Lily Potter, and has a son who is as annoying as Potter, and has just entered Hogwarts Gryffindor."

Snape's expression was blank, his voice was numb, "Is she - is she still alive?"

Snape finally realized something, fell silent for a moment, and said softly: "As an excellent Auror, he is quite energetic."

At this moment, Snape lost his language ability and his proud ability to pretend, and stared blankly at the man who was still mocking his gaffe in his heart just now.

The memory is lost, but the unforgettable feelings are still there.

Just mentioning this name, there will be pain like being torn apart.

And the man said that in his world, Lily was still alive.

At this time, a soft cough sounded from outside the curtain, "Sev, can I come in?"

Both of them turned their heads.

Snape glanced at Snape, got up and drew back the curtain.

Snape saw a woman standing outside the curtains in a dark green velvet dress and a reddish brown cashmere coat, her long black curly hair tied behind her with a pearl headband.

When she saw the person facing her after the curtain was opened, she smiled naturally as if the sun was pouring in through the window.

Then she looked at him again, something seemed to flicker in her eyes, but they were soon bent back with a smile.

"Nice meeting." She greeted the person next to her in the same way, "Mr. Snape." But she added, "Nice to meet you."

The "nice to meet you" she said didn't seem to be a polite greeting, Snape could intuitively feel the undisguised pleasure in her eyes and tone.

This is a completely strange experience. When a person sees him, it is not disgust, indifference, fear, disgust, guard, or suspicion, but sincere, abundant, and satisfied joy.

The smile even made Snape feel burned, and subconsciously looked away.

Sure enough, it was the same person as the girl in the dream.

Snape knew it wasn't a dream, but another memory of himself.

She didn't care that he didn't respond, and put a high-necked glass bottle in her hand next to his pillow, with silver-blue mist flowing in it.

"I made my own claim and got the memory back for you. I don't think you would want it to fall into someone else's hands--I hope this is not my self-righteousness." She said cheerfully and playfully.

This tone was exactly the same as that of the girl in the dream, and he couldn't help but want to use the intimacy of his other self to joke with her.

But he just lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Thank you."

Olivia didn't interrupt their conversation, she backed out again, looked at the trio looking over there, smiled and waved to them, and led them out of the infirmary.

After rescuing Snape, Olivia and Snape sneaked into Hogwarts to find out, and found that Harry had defeated Voldemort, and the rest of the Death Eaters had also fled, so they sent him to Hogwarts. Into the infirmary.

Then until Snape woke up, she was explaining her origins to others—even though no matter how many times she said it, they always had a "what? What are you talking about? I don't understand, I don't believe it" look on their faces.

Olivia really felt that apart from teaching magic, Hogwarts should also teach physics—after all, the end points of the two are the same.

Hermione hurriedly followed Olivia, speaking quickly, "I still can't understand what you mean. I have used a time-turner, and I can see my past self, but I can't touch her, Influence her, why can you appear in our world?"

Ron murmured in the back, "Is now the time to study this?"

Shouldn't it be shocking that Snape can have a wife - and such an outstanding beauty!Could there be deviations in the aesthetics of different worlds?

Harry nodded absentmindedly, too.

Olivia shrugged, "I don't really understand, time and space are the most profound issues in the world."

If she can figure it out, she will go through every world and repeatedly brush Voldemort as an experience monster.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Severus Snape in this world, her most urgent question now was how to return to her original world.

"Do you know where Draco is?" Olivia walked through the corridors full of dirt and rubble after the war, looking around.

"Malfoy?" Ron said the surname in disgust. "What's your relationship with him?"

"Relationship." Olivia ignored Ron's distorted expression as if he had eaten shit.

Seeing that she was looking for it seriously, Hermione said, "I have the Marauder's Map here. If he is still at Hogwarts, I should be able to find him."

Olivia looked at her in surprise, and patted her on the shoulder, "Dear Hermione—I hope you don't mind, I've always called you that—if in my world, I really want to give Greg Twenty more points from Lanffin."

Hermione blushed a little, and happily took out the Marauder's Map when Ron complained that "if the Death Eaters had tempted her with extra points before, she might have rebelled immediately".

Olivia opened the map to search, and quickly locked on three overlapping Malfoy names.

They are coming here very fast.

The two sides met in a blink of an eye. Lucius, who was in a mess, hugged Draco who was unconscious, and Narcissa, who was next to him, walked anxiously to the infirmary. Olivia called out, "Lucius .”

Lucius turned his head and glanced at her perfunctorily, then paused.

He looked at Olivia's face carefully, a little confused and a little horrified, and tentatively asked in disbelief: "Olivia... Via?"

There is also her in this world?

Seeing Olivia nodding, Lucius showed fear, "Aren't you already dead?"

This news... is not very surprising.

Olivia asked with mixed feelings: "How did I die?"

The question was so strange that Lucius froze and didn't know how to answer it.

"Forget it, leave that alone, let me see Draco."

Lucius subconsciously wanted to show her Draco in his arms, but was blocked by Narcissa.

She was like a mother beast guarding her cubs, and said on guard: "Who are you?"

Olivia thought for a while, then smiled, "yoursister-in-law."

Because Lucius and Narcissa didn't trust Olivia who suddenly appeared, and she didn't have time to explain her identity in detail, so she could only imprison them both under the shocked eyes of the trio, and directly put De Laco snatched it up.

"Wow..." Ron muttered to himself, "I now believe she is Mrs. Snape." With such a sharp and brutal style, it was hard not to associate the two of them.

Hermione looked at Olivia and said longingly, "She's so cool, isn't she?"

Ron discouraged with a sense of crisis, "No, not everyone is suitable for this route."

Harry looked at Draco who was laid flat on the ground by Olivia, his brows were furrowed, as if he was in great pain.

During the previous confrontation with Voldemort, he who had been slowly walking towards the Death Eaters under the call of the Malfoys suddenly stopped, and looked back blankly at Harry, who was held in Hagrid's hands.

"I...I don't want to..." He took two steps back and covered his head, "It shouldn't be like this..."

"Draco! What are you doing! Come here!" Lucius shouted nervously and panicked.

Draco glanced at him and shook his head, "Father...no...you're not..."

He suddenly turned his head and ran away in a panic.

Harry was so surprised he almost jumped off Hagrid.

He thought Draco had been cast with the Imperius Curse, and apparently the Malfoys thought so too, knelt down and begged Voldemort for forgiveness, but fortunately Voldemort had no time to answer them and brushed them aside.

It now appears that this is not the case.

Olivia checked Draco and found that, like Draco over there, there was no abnormality in the body, but the spirit fluctuated.However, the state of his soul has stabilized as observed before the accident, only slightly damaged, which is why he feels pain now.

Thinking that there was still a little soul repairing potion left by Snape, Olivia floated Draco, ready to send him to the infirmary.Looking at the imprisoned Malfoys with distorted expressions, she thought for a moment and decided that the three of them should float over together.

She was tired of explaining and didn't want to talk anymore.

"Hermione, can you please explain to them for me?" Olivia asked for endorsement.

Hermione looked at the family floating upright in the air, and was very relieved. She smiled happily and showed her teeth. "Of course, I am very happy to help you."

The author has something to say:

The original professor is a bit difficult to write, and it is so important that I dare not treat it lightly, that is the feeling.

So I was able to double-update a few days ago, and I have to grind slowly when I write to the professor.

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