Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 97
"I remember the night I went back to Hogwarts, and you were here to greet me, Professor—"

When he came, the sky was covered with snow, and when he left, he was dressed in starlight. Amosta stood still and looked at Snape, who was leaning on the giant iron gate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the thousand-year-old wild boar sculpture, with a smile on his face.

"Otherwise," Snape straightened up, sneered, "do you expect someone to throw you a big farewell dinner, Amosta?"

Amosta smiled and did not speak. Under the brilliant star river, the two faced the refreshing breeze, staring at the old castle standing on the high ground, the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the bright lights of Hagrid's hut, and the vast playground. The breeze passed through the tall cue and groaned cheerfully. Amosta was in a trance. For a moment, he seemed to really see the existence of 'eternity'.

"Have you been working for Headmaster Dumbledore?"

It would be wishful thinking to expect Snape, who is like a gourd in private, to say something first. Amosta spoke first, but his question was very strange. Since the fall of Voldemort, Snape has always been the demon of Hogwarts. The pharmacy professor, in theory, has indeed been working for Dumbledore.

But Snape obviously knew that Amostar's question wasn't asking for that, and he answered in the affirmative with a slightly nasal voice.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Amosta's mouth, he shook his head, and pointed to the office on the eighth floor of the castle that was still flickering with candlelight,

"for what?"

Snape's eyes were no longer dark, but clearly hesitant. He glanced at every plant and tree in the great school in front of him. Like a volcano erupting in my mind.

Pain, helplessness, loss, hatred.
Snape couldn't describe his mood at this moment. He had an urge to tell all his secrets to the outstanding young man beside him who had witnessed his growth, but when those words reached his lips, there was not even a sigh left. Down.

"For redemption."

After a long time, Snape said indifferently, besides Dumbledore, this is the first time for Snape so far to remove the disguise of magic and soul, and return his truest side to himself.

Amosta stared at the stars like the sands of the Ganges, and heard Professor Snape's answer in his ear. He was not surprised. Human emotions may be the most complicated thing in the world. It's ridiculous to be able to hide your heart perfectly.

"I have some experience, it's about life"

What Amosta said out of nowhere made Snape instinctively want to show sarcasm, he wanted to remind Amosta and himself of the age gap, but his eyes touched the pair of purple eyes brimming with gleam, Snape Suddenly he was stunned, he didn't know why there were more vicissitudes in the eyes of a young man in his early 20s?

"I have passed through the rounds of the world"

The words that Amosta whispered made Snape even more puzzled. He stared at him blankly, not knowing how to understand this sentence. Perhaps what Amosta meant was to enter the mysterious world from the Muggle world. The wizarding world?

Amosta closed his eyes wearily, and he opened them again after a while, and his turbulent soul regained its calm.

"I have seen the most terrifying and selfish darkness of the human heart, and I have also been bathed in the brilliance of a pure and pure soul, Severus, for everyone, life is only once--"

It was the first time for Snape to hear Amostar call him by his own name, but the strange thing was that he couldn't feel any offended anger in his heart, and he didn't even feel a little bit of disobedience. It should be that this strange feeling made Snape even ignore what Amostar was saying.

"Those painful pasts shouldn't be the ropes that bind us to move forward. Those who have protected us with their lives don't want to see that they are burdened with pain, immersed in memories and unable to extricate themselves. Severus, compared to atonement, don't you Don't you think that living better is more worthy of those who sacrificed?"

"You don't know what I've been through, Amosta"

Snape's miserable appearance was unbearable to look at directly, his hoarse voice was like the desperate howling of an explorer lost in the desert.

"There are many people in this world who have lost everything, Severus, the dead are gone, the lost will never come back, don't let yourself live in self-blame and hatred--"

Amosta looked at the office on the eighth floor of the castle again, and suddenly smiled,

"How many heart-wrenching losses do you think a wizard like Dumbledore has had in his life, huh?"

"I'm not him, Amosta—"

Snape's panting voice was more like a sob, he lowered his head, his tone seemed to be justifying himself, but also seemed to be convincing himself,

"The great Dumbledore, the omnipotent Dumbledore, is admired by everyone, but I am just an ordinary person"

Sometimes, Amosta feels very headache about the existence of Dumbledore. On the one hand, he recognizes the indelible achievements Dumbledore has made in his life for the peace and stability of the entire European magic world. On the other hand, He also thinks that Dumbledore is like a mountain pressing down on the hearts of every wizard in the contemporary magic world, making them afraid to have the idea of ​​​​surmounting in their hearts.

To some extent, the existence of Dumbledore itself seems to limit the development of the wizarding world.

Just like the Severus in front of him, he clearly expressed his disgust in front of Dumbledore in private many times, and acted rebelliously, but when it came time to face his heart, he almost instinctively He believes that Dumbledore is insurmountable by mortals, whether it is magical power or wisdom in life.

Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

Amosta doesn't mean naively that he can persuade Severus to let go of his 20-year obsession, he just hopes...to plant a seed in this man who deserves to be loved and embraced by the world, at the right time , this seed will take root and sprout, and bear fragrant and pleasant fruit.

"Well then, for now, Professor Snape—"

The twilight aura lingering around Amosta is gone, and now, he is that excellent young wizard who has both "strength and beauty" and has infinite vision for the future.

Snape also knew that this conversation would come to an end, and with difficulty, reason regained control of his brain bit by bit, his lips pursed, and he wanted to say some farewell words, but unfortunately, he didn't understand the sensational thing. Apparently not as good at brewing potions, before he could think of what to say, Amosta opened the suitcase, took out a large stack of thick parchment and handed it to him .

"A bit of Gilderoy Lockhart's dirty stuff, which I found by accident—"

Looking at Professor Snape, who was looking at the information, his eyebrows were getting higher and higher, Amosta's tone became brisk, and the corner of his mouth was smiling,
"I hope you can wait until the final exams for the little wizards are over, and then report to Dumbledore. Or, it's fine to hand it over to the Ministry of Magic."

Clang!

The big iron door of Hogwarts closed heavily with a sound of heavy metal clashing.

The breeze sings late, when it comes, it is alone, and when it goes, it is alone.

"Goodbye, Professor Snape, I wish you a happy life--"

Amosta waved his hand, turned and left, striding into the boundless darkness without hesitation
ps: Let's go, Hogwarts!









(End of this chapter)