who moved my coffin

Snape was sitting in a dark corner, drinking whiskey glass after glass, his slightly trembling fingers implied that he was not at peace. He wanted to know who killed Lily, but was afraid to know.

He hoped that this matter had nothing to do with Vidi Gunther, so that at least he could convince himself not to commit suicide. He told Gunther the prophecy, and he spread it through his hands. At that time, he vaguely felt that it was inappropriate. When Berat When Ricks pointed the finger at the Potter family, he wondered that he had hoped that the Potter family was strong enough that James Potter was capable enough to protect Lily.

However, he was wrong, and fate seemed to deliberately oppose him, making Lily die on that desperate night.

The note was tightly clutched in the palm of his hand, the handwriting on it was written with a magic potion that would not fade, but Snape insisted on squeezing it so that the writing was blurred and deformed, Snape used all the knowledge he knew Black magic came to find the origin of this note, but to no avail.

Then, Snape unconsciously raised hope, "Perhaps, this so-called Deathly Hallows can really bring Lily back to life..." Since Snape knew Imerton and Cyrus, Knowing that resurrection from death is not impossible, that's why he was so excited.

But after calming down and thinking about it, Snape realized rationally that even if Lily was resurrected, it would not change the fact that she loved James Potter, their dangerous situation, and the fact that he and Lily would never be together. Then, why wake up Lily from sleep? Even if Lily is woken up, will she really be happy?Or will another strange soul live in that body.

Snape thought a lot, thought deeply, as if repeatedly piercing the wound in his heart with a steel file, and finally became so numb that he couldn't feel the pain.

He will never forget Lily Evans for the rest of his life, but he will not disturb Lily's peace, so anyone who takes advantage of the pure relationship between him and Lily should die.

Therefore, he accepted that person's appointment and wanted to find out who the so-called death saint was. If he found out that that person was related to Lily's death, he would never let that person go, even if he risked his life.

Just as Snape was downing his tenth glass of whiskey, a man walked up to him.

Seeing the man put down his hood and revealing a familiar face, Snape restrained his urge to kill. He was surprised that he accepted the appearance of this man so calmly. Perhaps, he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. As long as Vidi Gunther does not appear in front of him, he seems to have such a hope.

At least, the guilt in his heart was no longer so hopeless.

"Severus, it's a pleasure to see you again..." Voldemort looked at him with scarlet eyes, his face showing the confidence that everything was under control.

Snape lifted his eyes, the emptiness in them not requiring Occlumency to see.

"This man's soul is dead..." Looking at Snape in front of him, Voldemort didn't know why he thought so. For a moment, he regretted that he didn't listen to Snape's request and let the mud go. But soon, the crippled reason was replaced by crazy ambition, "Impossible, he just can't accept the reality for a while, can the power of being alive be inferior to the dead illusory crush?"

So, Duke Voldemort lost one last chance to right his fate.

Snape calmly listened to Voldemort's plan slowly revealed, which included the price of resurrecting Lily Evans - killing Albus Dumbledore.

Snape even admired his composure, he didn't stand up and give Voldemort an Avada Kowalah immediately, he attributed this abnormal behavior to his numb heart and tried-and-tested instincts.

Voldemort was satisfied with Snape's calm, which meant that his potions master was far less obsessed with Lily Potter than Harry Potter said, and still maintained a semblance of sanity.

If Snape agreed to his exchange terms immediately, Voldemort would still doubt whether the master of potions was obsessed with ghosts, and then believed Harry Potter's remarks that Snape was a double agent. For the Mudblood woman to be able to do that, Snape's reaction would not be so calm at this moment.

Lord Voldemort, who has never experienced love and family affection, seems to have never heard of a saying called "There is nothing more sad than heart death".

"Impossible!" Snape, who had regained his absolute sanity, heard himself negotiating conditions with Voldemort in a cold tone, "Dear Master, I am not trying to evade, but killing Albus Dumbledore is definitely not my level. What a wizard can do, let alone just to resurrect a dead woman who doesn't love me."

"You surprised me, Severus, I thought you wanted that woman." Voldemort replied in a tone of surprise on purpose, but he couldn't hide his complacency and contempt.

"But you underestimate yourself, Severus, I don't need you to fight Dumbledore head-on, my potion master is not wasted on this kind of scene that is not even a conspiracy, you can properly Use some auxiliary measures, I mean, I have a combined curse here, combined with your potion, I want to make that old guy much weaker..." A piece of parchment appeared in Voldemort's snow-white and slender fingers .

Snape lowered his eyes and looked at the parchment. He had already made a decision in his heart. After a long silence, he took the parchment and said softly, "I'll try it."

"I look forward to your answer!" Voldemort smiled, knowing that half the battle was done.

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"Do this, and you may die..." Vidi Gunther sat behind the desk, crossing his hands and resting his chin, looking at the calm expression of Severus Snape, "He will definitely sign a contract spell with you. Kind of, to make sure you don't reveal the secret and kill Dumbledore as agreed, which, you know, if that person is really another me, I will definitely do it."

"I know that Lucius has a prop that can delay the casting time of spells, and I can also configure some potions that divert damage..." Snape tightly pursed his lips, as if he was discussing a topic that did not involve his life. .

"...Should I be glad I didn't kill Ms. Lily Evans?" Viddy was silent for a while, sighed, and looked at Snape with ulterior motives.

"Everyone has their own bottom line, Viddy, anyone...", Snape confessed surprisingly this time.

"I will write a letter in my own hand and ask you to give it to Dumbledore. I think this old lion has better arrangements..." Vidi nodded, picked up a brush and wrote a few lines, " Finally, I would like to say, Severus, you are outstanding, and I hope to discuss the improvement of potion formulas with you after the war."

Snape bowed slightly, took the letter of recommendation and turned to leave.

******

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dumbledore lowered his head and looked into Snape's eyes from behind his half-moon glasses. He still had Vidi Gunther's letter of recommendation open in his hand, or rather a temporary letter. Snape's cooperation agreement with Dumbledore.

"Tonight at the latest, I have to give that person an answer. This is an opportunity. I don't see any reason why I shouldn't do whatever I can..." Snape stood in front of Dumbledore's desk with an obviously expressionless face , but let Dumbledore fully feel his persistence.

Dumbledore seemed to sigh softly, and soon fell into thought. Not long after, he raised his head, his expression was no longer that of a kind and gentle old man, but a wise leader who planned strategies, "So, Severus, In accordance with your wishes, I have the following plan, first of all I want to make sure that, at the right time, I will hand over the Elder Wand to you and cause my death... ".

"This is the real face of the greatest white wizard of this century who can rival Voldemort..." Snape thought in a daze, and then began to listen carefully to the old headmaster's plan.

One after another, meticulous and full of adventurous spirit, Snape looked at Dumbledore in a daze, and suddenly understood why Vidi Gunther was jealous of this old guy, Slytherin would never make such a bold plan, Only Gryffindor-like bravery and adventurousness could count themselves into each of these traps.

Vidi Gunther can't, and the so-called Voldemort is even more impossible.

Maybe it was infected by the old headmaster's calmness with crazy wisdom, just after he successfully implemented Dumbledore's suspended animation and charged himself as a traitor and murderer, he was able to concoct a similar story at that tense moment. A ploy to replace Vidi Gunther in front of crazy old Voldemort.

Maybe, deep down in my heart, I wish I could die as soon as possible.

******

"Dad, Dad Snape, Dad Sev!" Zhang Yang's voice always disturbed his sight and interrupted his memory, but he had to look, because it was very likely that the little green-eyed monster did something earth-shattering again. big event.

He should have thought earlier that Lucius Malfoy would never let the children of the Potter family entangle the little dragons. Last time he wanted to send Harry Potter away by expelling Sirius Black, but the influence of the Black family was not built. , Malfoy almost turned against the Black family because of this. Although Orion Black didn't pay much attention to Sirius Black, his son Regulus Black was a spoiler, and brotherly love was the most annoying thing.

But this time, Lucius clearly pinned his hopes on Severus Snape, and his letter clearly hinted that he hoped that Snape could think of a once-and-for-all way to keep Potter boy away from the little dragon, so that the little dragon Stop telling Sissy about Potter's heroic fight with the bearman as a bedtime story.

Xiaolong doesn't seem to have found a female partner of the same age. He spends all his time discussing the annoying "scar head". intonation.

Snape followed the sound, and sure enough, the little monster with black hair and green eyes hanging on the window shelf was looking at him innocently.

Don't think that hiding the moonshine grass in his pocket can hide it from his nose, Snape thought angrily, "Maybe I should give him a dose of petrifaction, and let him stand by the moonshine grass and watch the plant grow. How does the difficult potion material mature..."

"Papa Sev..." The little lion looked at Snape pitifully, water dripping from his green eyes.

Snape, grimacing, went over to put the cub down, and watched him cheer like a stray dog ​​before running away.

"I must be crazy to keep a Potter..." Snape muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead and shaking his head, he felt that he was practicing tolerance every day, "One day, I will Boil that kid into a pot of escape potion and use it to treat polio!"

But first, I've got to finish improving the Fertility Potion, Snape thought, damn it, let me know who stole my formula and I'll kill him.

******

The green-eyed lion cub finally ran to a place where no one was around, took out the double-sided mirror, and whispered the godfather's name.

"Hey Sirius, can I name the baby when it's born?"

"Of course, my little Harry, tell me quickly, it's really moonshine grass, isn't it achnatherum?"

"Will Sever's father really not be angry if I do this?"

"Harry, if you knew how Chris was born, you'd understand how keen your Papa Sev was to have your Uncle Regulus have children, especially mine."

Um?Why was Sirius' voice full of gnashing of resentment? Harry shook his head, and soon he stopped dwelling on the matter, but seriously read the formula he had memorized.

Harry remembered that Sif's father seemed to say that confusing the difference between Achnatherum splendens and moonshine grass would directly turn the side where the seeds were planted into the soil that grew grain.

"However, Sirius shouldn't mind, no matter who gives birth, it's their baby, isn't it?" Little Harry blinked, and soon stopped worrying about this simple question.