An Unbelievable Request

At 11 o'clock, Room of Requirement.

"Who are you?" Snape stared wide-eyed in surprise.

He gazed intently at the boy sitting high on the Bronze Throne.

He remembered everything.

This is a student who enrolled at the same time as Harry.

Even he couldn't help but marvel at his handsome appearance for a moment.

They also remembered the boy's name— Ryan Smith.

Why?

Why had he never seen Smith again after the division of labor?

I never thought about it again.

He clearly corrected Smith's homework.

Even the top student in the grade is Ryan Smith.

But he ignored it all.

It's as if this person never existed.

Ryan Smith.

Why are you acting like you're seeing me for the first time?

"Professor, you gave me an O (Excellent) in Potions Class, didn't you?" Ryan said with a smile.

"Who exactly is Your Majesty?" Snape immediately changed his form of address.

Time stopped, Kamen Rider Cronus appeared once in Rotherham, Dumbledore's speculation—the awakened God of Time, and the Time-Turner that the Ministry of Magic had deactivated.

These messages instantly connected in Snape's mind.

Could this boy be the manifestation of a lost deity resurrected on earth?

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

Snape's inner thoughts were laid bare before him.

Even with Snape's Occlumency, which surpassed Dumbledore and Voldemort's, he couldn't hide his brain from Ryan.

"Didn't you already guess?"

"Severus Snape pays his respects to Your Majesty (Greece: /Ελληνικ)." Snape immediately switched to another language.

He humbly prostrated himself on the ground.

He placed his hands behind his back, making a peculiar gesture.

"Truly learned."

Professor, you also know the etiquette and language of servants.

"Speak English." Ryan stood up and skipped over to Snape's side.

Snape quickly shifted his position, keeping his head facing Ryan.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Did Harry Potter really resurrect his mother?

Ryan squinted.

He could now clearly see Snape's inner thoughts—that Harry Potter would pay any price for the resurrection if it were true.

"The resurrection is real," Ryan said, a smirk playing on his lips.

He noticed that Snape's breathing had suddenly become heavier.

My heart suddenly started racing.

The body experiences a surge in dopamine secretion.

"But Harry would lose his life too. I'm hesitating—" Ryan deliberately paused here with a wicked grin, drawing out the last syllable.

As expected, Snape's pupils dilated slightly, and he almost roared, "Your Majesty, this is Harry's wish."

You should grant his wish.

Moreover, he was Voldemort's Horcrux.

This is better for everyone.

"But isn't he your favorite student?" Ryan said. He jumped to Snape's side with a mischievous grin.

Then Snape repeated his previous action, bowing his head again towards Ryan and prostrating himself on the ground.

"I am like this precisely because I like him."

This is his dream.

Moreover, resurrection is a grand ritual that goes against the laws of nature.

As Ravenclaw, I think Harry would be willing to sacrifice his life even if it's just to get a smattering of knowledge about resurrection.

As his teacher, all I can do is encourage him. Snape paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Whatever you need, I'm willing to do it."

Please let Harry have his way.

If you want to use your invincible power to change the future because this will hinder His Bleach Death.

Please allow me to speculate that this small matter should not affect your relationship with Bleach Majesty Death.

If the price Harry paid to resurrect his mother wasn't enough.

I would gladly give my humble life.

"Good heavens, Snape actually thinks I have connections with Bleach," Ryan thought.

He frowned unhappily.

He decided to get to the point as soon as possible.

Otherwise, who knows what Snape would have thought.

"Your life?"

This is worthless to me.

On the contrary, your being alive has only a negligible value to me.

"I am honored by Your Majesty's favor." Snape pressed his nose against the carpet.

"I will not stop Harry Potter from resurrecting his mother."

I'm happy to see all of this.

But—my relationship with Bleach is not one of friendship. Enemies would be a more apt description.

"Crutch in the wrist!" Snape pointed his wand at himself. "Allow your lowly servant to punish himself."

"How dare you presume to speculate about the relationship between Your Majesty and His Bleach Death!"

Goodness.

Even when faced with the Cruciatus Curse, he did not scream or change his expression.

"You're pretty quick on the uptake."

Here's another piece of news.

Harry Potter resurrects his mother.

They will not sacrifice their own lives.

"But the Resurrection Stone will lose its power to resurrect the deceased," Ryan said calmly.

Then Snape laughed.

The next second, she turned pale with fright.

Ryan couldn't help but sigh.

Goodness, a waxy yellow color can turn deathly pale in an instant.

Snape's skill could have eliminated the need for makeup.

Moreover, he could hold back the Cruciatus Curse just now, but he couldn't hold back when faced with the news.

Snape said, "Please forgive your lowly servant, who is as insignificant as dust."

I'm just happy, happy that Harry didn't have to sacrifice his life.

Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Considering how humble and respectful Snape was.

He didn't expose Snape because after hearing that James Potter couldn't be resurrected, a fleeting image flashed through his mind: Sirius's pained expression because his best friend couldn't be resurrected, Sirius in his groom's clothes with Lily in her bride's dress, and Harry calling him "father," and he felt happy.

"Mortals shouldn't take themselves too seriously."

Your smile is nothing more than an invisible speck of dust to me.

"Your Majesty, have mercy." Snape's mouth almost touched the ground.

His eyes darted around, and he quickly asked, "Is there anything else Your Majesty wishes to instruct?"

"There really is." Ryan pretended to suddenly realize something. He punched his right fist into his palm.

And Snape.

My forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But I didn't dare wipe it at all.

He's just feeling lucky right now.

I'm glad I asked that question.

He subconsciously felt that if he didn't do something for Ryan's promise would just be a promise.

Who knows— James Potter might be resurrected someday.

Na Lily—

Snape quickly closed his eyes, trying to erase the image of Lily and that bastard being resurrected and embracing Harry from his mind.

For the first time, Snape realized how useful his Occlumency was.

Not only can it be used for espionage, but it can also quickly erase images that shouldn't be thought of.

"Your Majesty, please give your orders." Snape, whose mind was churning with turmoil, asked respectfully in a low voice in the real world.

He was almost touching the ground with his whole body.

"It's very simple."

From now on, I'll have hot pot during every one of your Potions Class.

"Hey, here's the list." As Ryan finished speaking, a piece of parchment flew to Snape's face.

"Remember to prepare the ingredients for me before class, and do it yourself."

"Don't worry, no one will notice, just like this—" Ryan waved his hand.

When Snape opened his eyes, he had returned to the state he had just been standing opposite the Tapestry of a Troll Clubbing Barnabas the Barmy.

Time resumed its flow.

It was like a dream.

But the parchment pasted on his face proved that it was not an illusion.

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