London.
Fog, fog, mist.
In front of an abandoned red phone booth, two people with the same tall, thin and tall figures faced each other. The wind and snow naturally bypassed the two, leaving them looking at each other for a long time.
It's hard for anyone to imagine that this abandoned red phone booth is the guest entrance of Ministry of Magic.
Similarly, it is difficult for Muggle people to imagine that the people standing here are two wizards.
Under a pavilion not far away, a wizard with a long and white beard blinked:
"Oh - of course, of course, such an interesting scene must be put into Pensieve..."
His words were soon blurred in the wind and snow, and then the two people facing each other spoke.
"Severus, I hope you are not talking nonsense."
Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed sternly and urgently, and she couldn't imagine what she heard.
"Professor McGonagall, I said, I will be responsible..."
Snape's face was expressionless, and his voice was hoarse and low. But the heart is like magma underground, calm on the surface but boiling deep down.
"Who else could love you? Severus?
You once begged outside the Gryffindor Tower, are you going to add a Ravenclaw Tower now? "
The words of that little knight rushed through Severus·Snape's heart.
So he spoke slowly and firmly:
"I'll be responsible..."
Professor McGonagall never thought she would hear these words from Severus. She was shocked but couldn't help but feel angry.
Of course, she knew that the little guy had bright green eyes, but just because of this...
"There will be no good results in being impulsive. You should know this, Severus."
Professor McGonagall was originally angry, but when he looked into those deep eyes, he seemed to recall something, and her tone softened a little.
Dumbledore in the distance also slowly suppressed his beard... Of course, if there was no impulse... would there be another possibility of appearing in Hogwarts Castle...
Dumbledore cast his profound gaze into the distance. People who laugh at other people's scars are even more contemptible than the darkness behind the scars.
"Of course - of course -"
The expression on Professor Snape's face is unclear.
"I don't understand this, of course, Severus."
Professor McGonagall looked cold,
"Do you think-who is that child's replacement?!"
She had already suppressed the raging anger in her heart. The unique child in her eyes - a child who was tenacious, determined, gifted, humble and friendly - actually became a substitute in someone's eyes -
"With all due respect, Severus, you should think carefully about what you know——"
She glanced at Professor Snape for the last time, and angry flames burst out from her usually calm eyes.
She stepped into the phone booth, not ready to say anything.
This flame not only burned herself, but also made Professor Snape freeze in place.
But in just two seconds, he quickly caught up again.
"Of course I understand—"
The corners of his mouth were still as cold as Dungeon - that eternally dark and cramped prison. Only real hope breaks through here.
He thought he saw a name that made him miserable...
But he didn't expect that he only saw himself. A new possibility that will never be repeated, firm and faded from darkness.
In Dungeon, the little knight is always angry and hates iron. Over more than ten centuries, he had witnessed many tragedies, but few were more heartbreaking than this.
"Of course, Severus, you stupid thing - you are Death Eater, a lonely freak, a wretch who wears your mother's blouse as underwear... But how do you know that you are not worthy of touching beauty?
No matter how pathetic and despised you are, don't you understand...Severus, your love is not. "
"Of course I - understand -"
Severus·Snape refused to give in. He swore to Merlin that he would not tear his soul apart in guilt and regret.
"Severus..."
Minerva·McGonagall was a little stunned, and the white snowflakes blurred her vision.
There was a pile of snow under the red phone booth, and even the top of the metal shell of the phone booth was covered with a white cap of snow.
So, for the first time, snow fell on Minerva·McGonagall's head. She stared at him with the same suppressed turmoil in her eyes.
Telephone booth in the distance.
"Oh - oh -"
The old man with a long and white beard took a sip of honey tea, which made his hands tremble for a moment. Although his expression remained calm, his hands had already touched some strange candies.
"Okay, enough drinking. Time to start enjoying some sweets.
Ah——Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Reminds me of my youth. I was really unlucky at that time, and accidentally ate a stinky-smelling bean. It's been a while since I've had a Pacman – but I guess it's always a foolproof choice to choose a toffee flavor at this time. "
He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said:
"Bah, bad luck again! It's earwax!"
Ministry of Magic.
Its main hall is located on the eighth floor and is the lobby and reception area of the Ministry of Magic headquarters, used to welcome incoming Ministry of Magic visitors and employees.
After entering the elevator blocked by an exquisite golden fence door. On each floor, a cold woman's voice in the elevator would announce the department on that floor.
The eighth floor has arrived. It is a long, splendid hall. The dark wooden floor on the ground is polished to a discernible shine. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with Winky glowing golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge bulletin board hanging high in the sky.
Numerous gilded fireplaces are embedded in the walls on both sides of the main hall: the one on the left is for arrival, and the one on the right is for departure.
At this time, the staff member responsible for troubleshooting Muggle glanced at the two people again:
"Dear Sir, Madam, are you... husband and wife?"
Professor Snape almost took out the wand, Professor McGonagall replied seriously:
"This isn't funny, Ellie."
"Professor, what I mean is that if you really want to achieve that goal - then this is the simplest false alarm. You know, Ministry of Magic makes a hundred troubles every day, not less than this one. This matter is too small and will not be reported again, and as I watch it, no one will know about it."
The clerk named Ellie Whiteman blinked. Even though she had seen countless outrageous incidents, this incident ranked high.
"There's no need—"
Snape glanced at Ellie Whiteman coldly, and walked straight to the center of the main hall in her large black robe.
What is Ministry of Magic?
Just a grassroots team.
He Severus·Snape isn't that strong enough to abide by those idiots' rules.