Alice's Travels

"That man is Lucius Malfoy, a seventh-year Slytherin student," Snape said in a nonchalant tone, leaning against the wall with folded arms, looking at the gloomy sky. Work, and now rarely go back to school - except to see his fiancée, Narcissa Black."

"Malfoy..." Alice lowered her head and muttered.

"Don't think about what you shouldn't have, Alice." Snape glanced at her with a calm tone, "It's not worth it."

"Are you having a conflict with Evans, Sev—" Alice said suddenly, "are you stealing black arts?"

"This is between me and Lily—"

"You broke her heart—" Alice looked up at him, paused, and said, "Dark magic itself is not wrong, it depends on the person who uses it. You are talented and hardworking, and you have outstanding abilities. Opportunities to realize your ambitions. It’s good to be famous or to gain glory, but you have to think clearly about where you want to stand—”

"What are you talking about, Alice..." Snape looked at her deeply, with an unfathomable expression.

"Don't put on airs in front of me, Sev. You want to befriend dark wizards—you've always been interested in the dark arts, potions are your forte, and so are dark arts. But Evans won't like it, you've Do you understand?"

"I'll take care of it myself, you don't need to worry about it." Snape said blankly.

"You have to make a choice earlier, or be honest with her." Alice turned her face away, lifted her foot and slowly left the corridor. "This is my advice to you, Sev."

In the dead of night, Alice drank the invisibility potion and walked out of the bedroom.

Starting from the spiral staircase, she walked up floor by floor, walked through the narrow and dark corridors, passed the foyer, one classroom after another, and offices, and arrived at the tallest tower of Hogwarts without stopping. A faint twinkle of light in the middle.

The cold wind howled and swept in from the window sill, bringing a little cold rain on Alice's face.

She reached out and touched her cheek, listening to the faint and vague sounds mixed in the wind and rain, her lips were tightly pursed.

The images of memories in her mind gradually melted into the darkness intermittently, and Alice suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten something.

Important, cherished, in the bottom of my heart...

The sound of the wind and rain whistling on the top floor carried a chill, and the pattering drizzle was like a person's soft weeping, filled with inexplicable and inextricably heavy sadness, mournful and sentimental.

Just like this, day and night alternate, the sun rises and the moon lasts.

Time flows silently.

Alice liked wandering in the tallest tower of the castle in the dead of night, shuttling silently through the stairwells.It was also at this time that she discovered a secret room in Hogwarts again.

And this secret room is different from Page's tree house, which is just a room. The space inside is very large, and there are many towering stone pillars engraved with coiled and entangled snakes, which seem to reveal an unusual and treacherous atmosphere.

Most importantly, there is a living creature in this secret room - a huge snake.

At this moment, the big snake was facing Alice, raised its huge snake head to the wall, and the huge snake body circled and disappeared into the depths of the dimly lit room.Alice temporarily stood in the entrance of the tunnel and did not move. The invisibility potion still worked, and the big snake didn't notice her.

Alice subconsciously stretched out her hand to aim at the snake without pulling out her wand.

She closed her eyes, and felt a strong magic power gradually pouring out from her body and suddenly gathered in her hand, and then a white light suddenly enveloped the whole body of the big snake.

After the light disappeared, just as Alice thought in her heart, the big snake turned into a stone statue——sealed by her.

After removing the threat, Alice walked into the secret room.She looked around the entire room, and found that this secret room was actually prepared for the big snake. Could it be that someone wants to secretly raise that snake here?

After thinking for a moment, Alice quickly came up with an idea. She left a more flexible paper doll in the room and gave it instructions—as long as anyone stepped here, call herself over.

With the paper man guarding the secret room, Alice stopped staying and left there.

The four of Snape and Potter were still hostile to each other, and as they grew up, the situation not only did not improve, but intensified.But because of Alice's intervention, the four of Potter couldn't get any advantage.

In Page's tree house, Alice found Snape who was brewing the potion with a straight face.

"The potion of invisibility is already on the shelf over there—" Snape glanced at her and said, "But I would like to advise you that potions also have side effects. Don't complain about the situation to others..."

"Thank you for reminding me, Sev, I'm thinking about it too." Alice walked over and sat down and said.

"You've been saying this for two years, Alice," Snape said mockingly, curling his lips. "Isn't two years enough time for you to wander around in the middle of the night? Are you planning to spend time at Hogwarts?" Dig a secret passage secretly, huh?"

"Clean it up." Alice waved her wand at Snape, stood up and put the potion in her pocket before turning to look at him and said, "What about you, two years is not enough time for you to develop a clean boy." Are you used to it, Sev?"

"Be careful that Evans hates you in the future." Alice continued under Snape's annoyed gaze.

Snape glared at her, pursed his lips tightly, turned his face and continued to stare at the cauldron, but did not speak again.

"Annoyed her again?" After a pause, Alice said with a look of understanding, "What is it this time—black magic?"

After a long time, Snape's deep voice sounded faintly. "She took Potter's things."

"Oh, so, do you mean that you are angry with her this time?" Alice raised her eyebrows and leaned against the wall beside her with folded arms, "When are you going to be silent for—"

"Evans is so popular, and it's not like you haven't seen Potter's battle. When are you going to speak up? Tell her clearly, Sif, you should do it."

"What do you know, you don't understand at all—" Snape twitched his lips, turned his head and stared at Alice with a strange smile, and said, "You only talk about others, so let's talk about you, Alice—remember that Malfoy you stared at for so long, huh?"

"It's different, it's different..." Alice tightened her fingers and said, "At least Evans is different to you—otherwise, why do you think she likes to stay with you all the time, and why she keeps rejecting Potter?" If it weren't for your obsession with the dark arts, she wouldn't have quarreled with you at all."

"I need great power!" Snape gritted his teeth, with all kinds of emotions in his eyes. "This is where Lily doesn't understand me—but she is willing to believe that arrogant Mad Potter—"

"No, you don't understand her!" Alice said immediately, "You lack honesty, your thoughts, your desires, your positions—you should think clearly about what you want to choose, and you should tell her clearly! "

"Evans will never associate with dark wizards. You must know this better than anyone else." Alice gave Snape a deep look at last, and left after speaking.

People in twos and threes walked by in the huge campus from time to time, talking and laughing past Alice.

Peter walked up to Alice with a pot of piss in his hands.He had tried to send Alice a lot of things over the past two years, but Alice never received them again.

Peter's face was still fair and immature, his watery eyes would habitually droop after seeing Alice, and his thin body just stood still before moving his gaze to the flower pot.A faint crimson color quietly crept behind the ear, and Peter's fingers underneath suddenly squeezed the bottom of the flower pot tightly.He wanted to care about her, to take care of her - even though she probably didn't need to.

The white and delicate flowers sway gently in the flower pot with the breeze.Alice stood under an old and strong tree and looked at Peter calmly.

She had seen the potted flower, Peter had carefully cared for it for a long time in and out of class, and even bid farewell to Potter many times and they went out alone just to take care of it.And now it should look like it first bloomed.

"It's a white iris, isn't it beautiful?" Peter said softly.

"Indeed." Alice nodded.

"Do you like it, Alice, then?" said Peter, with his eyes downcast, slowly but firmly, in a very light tone. "I want to give it to you."

"It's not necessary." Alice refused without hesitation, "I don't need it."

Peter turned pale, and his lips quivered slightly before he said, "You hate me—especially my eyes, don't you, Alice?"

"I don't know," Alice said after a moment's silence.

"I've never seen you smile happily. I, I just want to make you happy..." Peter raised his eyes and glanced at Alice, then quickly lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering.He held the iris tightly in his arms, bit his lip and said after a while, "I just hope—"

"You're thinking too much." Alice interrupted him suddenly, and said calmly, "Get along with your friends like you treat real friends—no one will always be your umbrella, cater to others It can only be temporary. You need a little sincerity."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at him quietly, turned around and walked away without a pause.

Peter raised his eyes, his far-reaching eyes closely followed her figure, and the glint of water flickered in his gloomy eyes.

But I just want to follow you forever.Looking at the back of Alice leaving, Peter thought, You are my belief.