[HP] Illusion

"You asked me to protect him?" There was a little disbelief in the voice he heard, and there were more emotions that he couldn't understand.

"Yes." The old man's face looked quite tired, "Voldemort is not dead yet, he will still come back, maybe then the boy will be in greater danger."

Snape looked at himself pursing his lips tightly, with a bit of struggle in his expression, he could even recall how he felt at that time - in fact, he didn't need Dumbledore's persuasion, even he said to himself in his heart ,Harry was the last to come to Potter's house, he didn't know why he came here, he didn't even know how the young man...lost his life in this place.

He obviously did everything, he used all methods, the blood of the unicorn, his blood, and those carefully developed potions are all necessary elements for the soul binding spell, in order to make the blood and soul of the two people Even closer, he had made Harry drink the potion for so long that he felt he was successful, but the man's soul was too weak to take it.

—Maybe...he killed him?

Because he always wanted to find out what he was doing, so he joined the Death Eaters at that time, desperately trying to gain Voldemort's trust, so he told Voldemort the prophecy, at first he didn't know what the prophecy meant It was the Potter family. Later... he thought that if Dumbledore hid them, nothing would happen to them, but in the end...

In fact, it was his own fault that caused the current situation.

——Even until this moment, he had no idea what exactly Harry was looking for.

Snape saw his face getting darker and darker.

"That's the person he desperately protected, isn't it?" the old man said softly, as if he was afraid that he would anger him because of this question.

"Yeah..." He heard himself say this, he looked at his face ashen and lifeless, he seemed to have no attachment to life, it seemed that he could leave this world at any time, because... at that time, he had already There is no reason to live.

Maybe there is another one, "That's the person he desperately protected."

He can still find out what he wants to do and finish it, which is his final compensation.

Although he didn't know what happened there, there was only a ruin left in that place, and that boy was the only one who survived in that ruin and had the same name as him.

"So, you agreed?"

He looked at himself and nodded, but didn't say anything more.

……

There was a sudden crackling sound from the fireplace, and Snape woke up suddenly, someone was calling him.

He jumped off the bed and walked quickly to the fireplace. In the flames was a rather scary-looking head with a long white beard.

"Severus, can you come to my office?" Dumbledore asked in a deep voice.

Snape rubbed his forehead, didn't say much, but turned around and changed his clothes, then he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

"Why did you find me so late?" The sequelae of the dream were constantly affecting him, and Snape now felt a splitting headache. He looked at his watch and asked in a hoarse voice, "It's three o'clock in the morning." What a great time.

"You don't look very happy."

Isn't this nonsense, who would feel happy after being woken up at three o'clock in the middle of the night, but Snape knew that it was not because of this that he was upset, but because...he hadn't had such a dream for a long time.

"I've been thinking about what to do." Seeing that Snape pursed his lips and said nothing, Dumbledore didn't continue to dwell on that question.

"About Potter?" Little Snape had heard about what happened before, and now he was practicing Potter, and a circle of Weasleys were sent out of school in advance, even if Christmas was approaching , which is unheard of and unseen in Hogwarts.

"I want you to do me a favor."

"Can I say no?"

The old man didn't speak, but his expression was a bit strange, it looked like——

"Looks like you've made up your mind."

"I know you are a master of Occlumency," said Dumbledore, "I hope you can give him a little help so that he can learn to protect his brain."

"Protect his brain?"

"There is a mysterious connection between him and Voldemort." Dumbledore frowned slightly. "This can be confirmed, so he can see what Voldemort saw..."

"I heard that he saw all this from the snake's point of view." Snape mercilessly exposed the old man, "Potter said, he was that snake——Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake, Isn't that strange?" The old man already knew something, but he didn't want to tell him.

"That's true." The old man tapped the table lightly, "I think he probably saw the picture of Voldemort instructing Nagini, or that Voldemort somehow controlled the snake. Knowing that either way, it sounds incredible, I have an idea, but I can't confirm it yet..."

Perhaps realizing that he had talked too much, Dumbledore quickly changed the subject: "But I think if this goes on, Harry will encounter more dangers. If he can connect to Voldemort's brain, then Voldemort may also be able to escape from it." In his head, seeing everything we do..."

"I see." Little Snape said coldly.

"You promised?"

Snape didn't speak immediately, but soon, Dumbledore heard the cold voice of the potions professor: "I have only one condition."

"What?" Dumbledore looked at the calm man in front of him in a little surprise. He thought this man would resist. After all, if he wanted to practice Occlumency, the boy had to open his brain.

And so did Snape.

Many people are reluctant to train Occlumency because they no longer have any desires during the practice, and not everyone can accept this.

"Your Pensieve."

"Okay." Dumbledore agreed without much thought, and he said directly: "You can take it now."

The old man did what he said, stood up, walked to a cabinet, and took out the Pensieve. While pulling out the memory inside, he looked at Snape who also stood up and asked, "I think you should Will it work?"

"I think so," Snape said softly.

But even with the Pensieve, it was impossible for Snape to take out all his memories, and the Potions Professor seemed quite clear about this.

Snape returned to the office with the Pensieve in his arms. The moment he put the Pensieve on the coffee table, he slumped on the sofa as if all his strength had been exhausted.

So you're telling me, help that Harry?

Obviously he hadn't had such a dream for a long time, but before Dumbledore came to him today, his memory ran out.

Terrible coincidence.

What Snape never understood was that although Harry and this little Harry looked a little like each other, they were fundamentally different people. Little Harry was impulsive, reckless, self-righteous, and self-centered.

Completely different from the person I remembered.

But it was as if it was destined somewhere, whenever he wanted to give up, such memories would come out automatically, forcing him to continue to protect him.

Snape slowly pulled some memories out of his brain, watching them slowly melt into the Pensieve that was emitting silver smoke.

He has too many memories to put in.

He wanted to hide those private memories that were only between him and that person.

No one, not even the boy with the same name as him, could share.

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On the eve of Christmas, an unwelcome person came to Black's old house. When Snape appeared, everyone's expressions were not very good - of course there are many things that have nothing to do with Snape. The relationship is right.

"What are you here for?"

Being stopped by Sirius, Snape wasn't in a good mood at first, but now it's even worse. "Nothing to do with you."

"This is my house, you're on my property." Sirius yelled at Snape.

"If I remember correctly, this place has become the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Get out of the way. I need to tell him something."

Harry shuddered, he always had a weak-legged feeling when Snape looked at him through Sirius, and he didn't even understand why he felt that way.

"What is your identity? Potions professor? It's a holiday now." Sirius said resolutely.

"Get out of the way." Snape almost said hell, "If you have any questions, I welcome you to ask Dumbledore, provided that... he"

Sirius was stunned, and then said resignedly, "I am Harry's guardian. I have the right to listen to whatever you want to say to him."

Snape felt a strange irritability in himself, especially when he heard Sirius say that he was the boy's guardian, but the man was right, he could indeed do so.

"What do you want to say?" Harry, who had been standing on the stairs, said bravely, "Professor Snape, is it about Mr. Weasley?"

Snape twitched his lips, "This is how you treat guests, blocking people in the entrance, a place where anyone can apparate and even overhear information."

Harry, Sirius: "..."

The three of them finally moved to the kitchen. After talking nonsense with these two for a while, Snape felt a little thirsty, but it was obvious that the two of them didn't have a deep understanding of how to treat guests.

"Dumbledore asked me to teach you a skill, even though I don't think you can learn it at all," Snape said sarcastically, "Occlumency, since you went back from vacation?"

"Brain what?"

"Occlumency, a spell that can prevent the mind from being invaded by outsiders. It is a remote branch of witchcraft, but it is very useful." Snape explained tightly, "Obviously this is beyond your comprehension."

Sirius jumped up, "Dumbledore asked you to teach Harry this? Why? Why did he do that?"

"Perhaps because...you can't teach him anything?" Snape said with a sneer.

A series of cursing burst out of Sirius' mouth in an instant, and Snape thought that the other party was farting. He still didn't like such a small curse.

"It's okay, Potter, I know you don't quite understand it now," Snape took out a notebook, "This is something you need to read, read it by heart before we start class, I'll even figure it out for you My reason for going to class, how about your potion needs extra tutoring?" The boy's potion grades were so poor that he couldn't read it at all.

Some people, no matter how you look at them, you don't like them. Even if they have the same name and similar appearance, they are just the same name and surname, and they are not the same person after all.

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