[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Another academic year at Hogwarts is coming to an end, and this is also the last semester of Professor Elrond and Professor Thranduil's stay at Hogwarts.

By the Black Lake in summer, the two elegant figures sitting under the tree reading and taking a nap will never be seen again. The professors and students of Hogwarts feel it is a pity.

"Albus doesn't want to keep them. I'll see where he can find such a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts and Divination professor." The four heads of Hogwarts still like to get together and have afternoon tea, By the way, gossip.

"Oh, Albus walked over to find them." Slughorn suddenly put down his cup and said cheerfully.

The current peace and stability of the wizarding world is incredible. After the Dark Lord disappeared for no reason, Dumbledore began to be more proactive in advocating the unity of all classes and colleges in the wizarding world.The Malfoy family persuaded the Black family master to take the lead in seconding Albus Dumbledore's proposal while maintaining the basic principles of the Slytherin nobles, actively participating in the cooperation, and trying to profit from it.

Slytherins are still a proud bunch, but have basic respect for Muggle-born wizards.

——To put it bluntly, this place in the wizarding world has always been respected by strength.Those who are worthy of respect are bound to be respectable, and have nothing to do with identity or blood.

Everything is heading down a completely new, completely different path from the past.

In such an atmosphere of turning the wind and the gods, no one noticed that Slytherin was missing two students, even Lily Evans, a lively girl who would not give up communicating with "Slytherin friends" despite bad luck, I also forgot the object I was obsessed with.

"Is he okay?" Dumbledore changed a cushion for himself and sat next to Thranduil and Elrond.

In the entire Hogwarts at this moment, he was probably the only one who remembered that it was not two elves who liked to have a picnic by the Black Lake, but four people.And only he knows that Hogwarts—no, the wizarding world, can have such a brand new look, all because of the sacrifice and dedication of one soul, and the heroic commitment of one soul.

Elrond looked at the water of the Black Lake—he already knew after Hope that it was the passage to the core of the world, but since the world was reborn from nirvana, the passage has never been opened.

and so--

"We don't know either." Elrond shook his head. Seeing Dumbledore's sad look, he could only comfort him, "At least his safety doesn't need to be worried."

The old wizard with the white beard accepted the elf's kindness, even though they all knew that there were far more things to worry about in this world than safety.

"Are you leaving too?"

"The fragments of the code have been absorbed by me, and this world will slowly begin to reject our existence until we are sent away."

said Elrond softly.

Every second the elves stood at Hogwarts, they felt an incompatibility. It was just the instinct of the world, and had nothing to do with the core will.The best way is to go with this rejection and leave this world.But Elrond still refused to leave, and even Thranduil did not object to this decision.

They all wanted to see the kid again.

And Elrond had a presentiment that they would not wait long.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Thank you for everything you left to this world and to Hogwarts."

There was a soft hum, and the world around them seemed to freeze suddenly, and a black-haired child quietly appeared beside them.

"Severus." The older trio couldn't help but look surprised when they saw the sudden appearance.

"You should go." This was the first sentence Severus said after he appeared-his words were low and soft, between youth and youth, as if his slender fingers brushed the fine silk That wonderful touch.

Severus Snape's time stopped forever when he inherited the core of the world.

This world has no secrets for him. He can see how his fellow Hogwarts students who are still in the third and fourth grades grow up, graduate, get married, and die, but he will never be able to see what he looks like when he grows up.

——This is also one of the costs.

"Are you okay, Severus?" Elrond was not angry or disappointed by the other's unkind words, he could feel the faint concern under the other's cold words.

After possessing divinity, Severus seems to be more similar to Thranduil in temperament.Whether it's the ice barrier that keeps people away from thousands of miles under normal circumstances, or the warm concern under the pretended indifference, shrouded in the aura of "God", it is still the child they have taken care of.

Severus didn't know how to answer.

He did have a lot to say to the two elves before he appeared.

It seems like staying here is not good for the elves, like urging them to leave as soon as possible, like why they didn’t tell him when they knew the result, like he was actually terrified of the "future" in his heart—even though he had already There is no future.

Past, present, and future mingled within him, and after the first rage had seized upon him to drive the evil god out of the world, all that remained was the fear of a long, endless time in sight.

But when Severus saw the elves and Dumbledore, he was at a loss for words.

Because he understood that no matter how powerful they looked, he and they were no longer of the same class.

Even Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, can see through his life's fate at a glance.

Even Elrond and Thranduil, the immortal, mysterious elves from another world, could not answer his doubts and understand his feelings at the moment.

Perhaps someone once knew this burden—but that person also fell with the death of a thread of fate.

On this endless road, he is doomed to be lonely.

So he just shook his head.

Speak again.

"You should go."

He stretched out his hand, and a passage formed in the direction of his fingertips. He didn't know where this passage led, but he knew that it must be the direction indicated by fate.

"Elrond, Thranduil, I am here to bless your path."

That is the blatant order to evict guests.

But the elf smiled softly.

"We've been waiting for you, Severus, not just to catch a glimpse."

Alpha appeared beside Elrond, a white lion holding a bit of starlight in its mouth.

The starlight was so faint that it seemed that it would go out with a little force, but Severus' face suddenly lit up.

"Hope..." he murmured, that power was the lost old world itself.

"I'm sorry, even with the power of the Soul Codex, we can only preserve such a small piece." Elrond explained, his figure gradually turned into white stardust, and flew into the passage opened by Severus .

And Thranduil had already stood silently behind the half-elf, firmly holding Elrond's hand.

Severus shook his head.

Because Elrond, Thranduil, and the power of the Soul Codex do not belong to this world, they can do this almost impossible thing.However, this does not mean that it is easy to do this. If they are not careful, they themselves will be involved in the collapse of the world.

He knew what gentle elves were for—

This soul is a remnant of the old world, not in the newly formed destiny like him, but truly belongs to this world.

Regardless of whether this soul can be transformed back into "Hope", he can be with him.

"Thank you for leaving 'hope' for me."

At the end of the elves' disappearance, Severus smiled.

It was the rare and precious smile that belonged to the young Severus Snape, the gloomy, stubborn and shy child.

The passage was closed, and the elves disappeared.

Severus looked at Dumbledore.The old wizard remained silent as he bid them farewell.

At this moment, the old man showed a gratified smile: "I'm glad that the god of this world is you, Severus."

His blue eyes blinked.

"Because if it's you, it must be a gentle path of fate."

The smile still hasn't faded from those obsidian eyes.

"I won't see you again."

Holding a bit of starlight in his hand, the boy disappeared into the depths of the black lake.

The world in Dumbledore's eyes has returned to normal.

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Even though he has traveled through the world many times, Elrond is still not used to the feeling of suddenly waking up and changing the world.

The senses of the elves are very sensitive. After absorbing the power of a code equivalent to a part of the rules, they can more easily feel some indescribable things.

Yet the world is still very, very different.

Elrond looked at Thranduil beside him with his eyes closed, and while An Xin was finally not separated this time, he immediately realized that this world was so incompatible with their existence.

This is a world that is orderly and rigorous, as if printed from a mold.

Although there are blue sky and white clouds, green grass and green fields, but...they are all neat and perfect, which makes the elves who admire nature feel weird and awkward.

"who are you?"

Strange voices came from the air, one word at a time, a male voice for a while, a female voice for a while, a child for a while, and an old man for a while.

"I'm Elrond, he's Thranduil, I'm sorry to bother you, what is this place?"

"Search, Elrond, information, 14395 items, related information, 0 items."

"Search, Thranduil, information, 21453 items, related information, 0 items."

"I am, the machine, you, who are you?"

The author has something to say:

The world view of POI (Person of Interest Tracking) is quite simple, but since some people may not have watched the drama, let me briefly introduce the characters that may appear.

Machines: Simply put, artificial intelligence.Created to predict crimes, it can predict premeditated crimes for a week or so.The information she processes is divided into relevant information (related to large-scale terrorist incidents) and non-related information (common crimes). After the black box operation is processed, only a social security number will be spit out, which may be the murderer or the victim. Further check by yourself, this is the condition limited by the creator.

The main role of the POI article in this article.

Harold Finch: the creator of the machine, the father of artificial intelligence in this play, No.1 in the computer field, billionaire, invisible man (currently, there are many, many identities in the fraudulent death), the original creation of the machine is In order to help the country prevent large-scale terrorist incidents, let the machine delete irrelevant information, but the death of a close friend (the machine predicted the death of the friend, but deleted the information following Harold's rules) made him want to save those who had irrelevant information Victim, so he found a partner and started urban legend work.

John Reaser: Former CIA, because of work, he gave up the happiness with his beloved woman, and then the woman married someone else.Then he was sold by the state because the machine was involved, and he faked his death when he was not dead. At the same time, he found that his ex-girlfriend called him for help, and when he went back to find her, he found that he was killed by her own husband.So after a period of decadent life, he was picked up by the rich boss Finch, and began to receive numbers and save lives.

Mainly write these three first, which will help to understand the background of the story a little bit.

I will add it when other characters are written.

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