[HP] Illusion

Have a holiday!Have a holiday!Have a holiday!

——and dropping piles and piles of homework accurately, bang!

In fact, when anyone sees this word, their body temperature will be higher than usual, and some people have even been dazzled by the blood boiling.In fact, Hogwarts is now in a high-fever atmosphere. Even if the group of professors headed by their most admired Professor Potter smashed down piles of homework that made people dizzy and their hands and feet were cold, it couldn't make this A joyous warm current turns into a cold current in a second.

At this moment, the students couldn't wait to rush to the Hogwarts Express, which had been running for four months.

Today's weather is very good, the sun shines brightly on everything in the morning, a burst of fresh air blows over the cheeks of the teenagers with the gentle breeze, people come and go on the Hogwarts platform, and the red locomotive Steam is being blown, and the atmosphere of "going home" is everywhere.

When there were only 10 minutes left before the departure time, most of the students were already seated, and only a small number of students came out to breathe after placing their luggage and——

Standing on the farewell stage with all the professors from Hogwarts, Harry received a lot of farewells brimming with embarrassment, excitement, happiness—what’s wrong—and countless blown kisses—not for nothing People tried to rush forward to fight it, but our Professor Porter has always kept himself clean, so it is not so easy to be successfully attacked. Professor Porter, who always goes through this twice a year, said very calmly that he is used to it.

"I don't know if there are any students who chose not to go home in order to stay and spend Christmas with you this year." Slughorn smiled and waved to the students who looked energetic in the cold winter, and at the same time sent off the professor in a way that only a few The volume that can be heard said, "You know, Harry, during the three years you stayed at the school, many Christmas students stayed at the school and told others how they spent a wonderful Christmas holiday with you in a lucky tone. It made our Christmas break a lot more lively."

Harry: "..."

"I looked at the list of this year's students staying in school, and it seems that there are no savior fanatics," the small Flitwick coughed, his whole face almost wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and he patted Harry's thigh ,"don’t worry."

Harry: "...huh."

The teasing and jokes from the professors did not make Harry feel that the world is full of malice. In fact, our Professor Potter has already tempered his face, but maybe...he still needs to continue to exercise.

After seeing off a group of students, the group of professors who saw them off walked back to the castle, and then parted ways.

Although the students have left, it seems that the professors are also on vacation, but it does not mean that they have no aftermath to deal with. As Slughorn said, there are still many students staying in school this year. There is also a faculty summary meeting at the end of the semester.

In fact, compared to some things that are still clueless, the intense work seems to make Harry more relaxed, so when his heavy work at the end of the semester is over, after McGonagall has arranged the personnel on duty for the day, Harry, who was not arranged, was completely decadent in the bedroom.

A while ago, he worked very hard to find out about the world in memory. He checked the Pensieve, looked up the information about the Pensieve in books, and even asked about the ghosts that have been floating in Hogwarts for 1000 years. He almost checked All the wrong parts, but in the end they didn't come to a reason.

The biggest problem is that during this period of time, he also found time to enter Snape's memory, but he failed to enter that world twice. The busy work can make him temporarily forget this bad thing, but once After stopping, the negative emotions became a little out of control. It has to be said that Harry hadn't felt such a sense of frustration for a long time.

It was one thing that things were out of control, but on the other hand, he had promised little Snape there that he would look for him again.

Anyway, since the Pensieve was the medium through which he traveled through that world, he would keep trying, whatever it was.

It's just that Harry didn't expect that when he traveled to that world again, things were more out of control than he imagined——

It was still the same dark and depressing little room.

The room was so quiet that only heartbroken sobs could be heard, but the moment Harry heard it, Harry felt as if he was being strangled by a tightly wound rope, followed by a burst of Another bout of anger.

--What's up with him?Why are you still crying?Did his father do anything else?

Harry felt palpitations. From Snape's childhood and even after he entered Hogwarts to study magic, the man's family was full of violence from his father.

Irene Snape's attitude was quite obvious last time. She was cowardly and cowering. She was not powerless to fight back, but she just chose to endure. Even if she had her own way to protect her son, she didn't understand how to do it. For Xiao What kind of shadow the child will leave.

—but she didn't want to talk about it at all.The attitude of this woman was quite obvious last time.

But soon, Harry thought of another possibility.

——Or even if we talk about it, the final result is still the same.

The room wasn't hot. Compared with the high temperatures experienced the previous two times, this temperature was obviously more suitable. Although the small room was irritatingly stuffy and there seemed to be a strange smell in the air, Harry The last time I was here, it didn't taste that good.

And all this made Harry, who already felt that the situation was not good, fall into a panic again.

"Luminescent flashes." Then he did not forget to add a silencer spell.

This time, the little boy lying on the bed still turned his back to him. I don't know if it was his illusion, but the little boy seemed to have grown up a lot compared to last time.

The little boy didn't turn back, but his thin back was trembling slightly, and he looked rather stiff, and the crying he heard when he came here gradually became smaller, leaving only sobs from time to time.

Harry couldn't help holding his breath, he wasn't sure what happened, but at this moment he didn't dare to easily touch the door that might annoy him.

Harry thought for a while and waved his hand, a green light appeared in the air, showing that the time was 08:30 at night, which was similar to the time on his watch.Harry approached the bed cautiously, thinking about how he should greet the little boy who still turned his back to him.

The last two times when he came, he had already managed to talk to little Snape, and maybe he still had a little trust, but this time there was something unusual in this world that made him not dare to directly ask what happened to the little boy.

"Hello..." Harry muttered for a while, before he spoke a word that was so weak that it was almost a sigh, but it was too common.

The little boy ignored him.

Harry took a deep breath, and spoke again.

After he said "Hello" three times in a row, the little boy sat up stiffly and turned around slowly.

Fluorescent flickering could not brighten up the whole room, but the weak light allowed Harry to successfully capture the expression on the little boy's face. For a moment, he saw the little boy's pupils constrict, and he seemed to be taken aback. Jumping, soon Harry only saw the little boy's tense face, and the guard and alienation in those black eyes, but more of it was an emotion that Harry couldn't understand.

— like a grown-up Snape.

It's just that the little boy was not successful in concealing it at this time.

"Who are you?" The childish voice of the little boy sounded, Gujing's tone was as cold as ice scum on his hair.

However, Harry was keenly aware of the slight tremor hidden in the voice.

But at the moment when the little boy said "who are you", the young man who was doing psychological construction for himself felt that his heart was shot hard by a sharp arrow, and the dull pain swept through his body, and then slowly It became sharper, making it difficult for him to breathe.

- Don't remember?still……

"I'm..." At this moment, Harry's voice faltered a little. He tried to clear his throat and try again, but his mind was on other things.

——He didn't panic too much, nor did he call out to the adults, but asked him this question relatively calmly.

Harry wasn't entirely sure the boy was lying, but the suspicion kept creeping up in him.

"I'm Harry, you remember me, don't you?"

The little boy froze, and he stared at Harry for a long while, until the expression on his paralyzed little face disappeared.

"I don't know you." Little Snape said coldly.

——Compared to the voice that seemed to be muffled by saliva last time, although the little boy's mouth was still waxy this time, it was quite clear.This discovery made Harry's heart beat faster, and his bad feeling was getting heavier and heavier.

At this moment, Harry clearly felt the changes in his body - his body was stiff, his hands and feet were cold, his back began to sweat coldly, and the feeling of dizziness made him unable to control his magic power, and the small room was suddenly plunged into darkness .

Harry tried to light up the room again, but he failed several times. He also tried to find his voice, but failed again.

Harry had realized that Snape had a big influence on him a long time ago, but when it did happen, he found that his tolerance was much lower than he thought.

When he came to his senses, he hugged the little Douding in his arms fiercely. Harry, who was trembling all over, didn't hear the creaking sound of the bed, nor did he notice the little boy being hugged by him. Not even a struggle, just stiff as a rock.

"Let me go—" After an unknown amount of time, the little boy said coldly.

Harry hugged him even tighter, his chin resting slightly on the little boy's head, constantly adjusting his breathing.

Can't let go.

"I'm sorry." Harry heard the choking in his voice, and the heat that was about to well out of his eyes. "I'm sorry." He closed his eyes tightly to stop himself from losing his composure.

"Let go—" The little boy suddenly pushed Harry with his hand, but it was not very successful. I don't know if it was because he felt the little boy's struggle, Harry almost hugged him in his arms. "you liar--"

"I'm sorry." Apart from apologizing, Harry didn't know what to say now.

"I don't know you!" Continue to push, suddenly, "Hiss—"

"What's the matter?" Harry nervously let go of the little boy, this time, he successfully lit the fluorescent flashes, and then found the little boy's annoyance that it was too late to take back. "Did I hug you too tightly and hurt you?"

The little boy looked at him with a dark face, and Harry could clearly see the little boy's cold expression, as well as the tangled strands of hair wet with tears, and a faint shadow on the pale, almost transparent chin.

"I don't know who you are..." Little Snape gave Harry a hard push, but of course a boy of a few years old cannot shake a young man who is still in excellent physical condition even though he often squanders his physical capital.

He gave up after pushing without success, but he soon realized that something was wrong with the other party. The little boy looked at the young man who seemed to have suddenly lost his movement, and was a little at a loss.

— what happened to him?

At this moment, Harry was attracted by some kind of traces on Snape's body—the little Snape's struggle just now lifted up his ill-fitting clothes, revealing a small piece of pale skin, and there was a patch of it on it. A bruise looks horrible and an eyesore.

"What's going on here?" Harry stared at the bruises and bruises on that thin and small body, the anger in his body spontaneously arose, like a firecracker being ignited in an instant, crackling and crackling to burn his sanity, which was fundamental. It can't be that he just carried it out too hard, so there is only one possibility, "Did your father hit you?"

The little boy seemed to be taken aback by such an angry young man. He looked very stiff, and for a moment he showed shyness and indignation again, but soon he calmed down again. He lowered his head, a little frustrated, and the other party He looks very angry, shouldn't he be the one who is angry?

"Tell me, did he hit you?"

Little Snape didn't speak, and the small room was silent.

"He can't do that." Harry took a few deep breaths. "Where's your mother?"

The little boy clutched his clothes tightly, and seemed determined not to speak.

Harry gradually calmed down, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a desk calendar not far away that looked messy, and the time displayed on it was September 1964.

1964 years?

... Sure enough, the time is not right.

Harry suddenly realized that he could not control the time and place of traveling to this world, because what he traveled through was the other party's memory, so everything was limited by the other party's memory.

This memory, from what he entered a few days ago, has passed for more than a year.

For a child who is only three or four years old, it is difficult to remember a stranger who has only met twice, but it is clear that Snape still remembers him, even after more than a year .

When he was sorting out Snape's memories last time, he only found a few sporadic childhood memories. The first memory was in August 1963, and the following ones...

Harry regretted it a little.

In fact, from the very beginning, he shouldn't just appear in front of little Snape.

But he also knew in his heart that it was about Snape, even if it was a four or five year old Doudin, he couldn't control his behavior at all, instinctively, he wanted to get close to everything about him.

It's just that he didn't expect such a consequence.