The Culprit

After hearing Lily's words, the hall immediately filled with buzzing murmurs.

They all stood up, craning their necks and fixing their eyes on Lily's face.

At the staff table, every professor except Dumbledore wore a look of astonishment.

Snape, in particular, roared without concealing his anger, "Lily!"

Harry was surrounded by curious students.

Even Ron and the others could not hold them back.

"So what Eyes of the Future said was true! Harry, you lied to me!"

"Harry, you didn't know she was your mother either?"

"Your mother really married Snape?"

On the stage, Lily Evans continued, "Twelve years ago, I did not die.

Instead, Severus saved me, and I remained asleep all this time.

Over the years, he persisted in giving me all kinds of potions, hoping to restore me to normal.

You should all be familiar with what happened afterward.

Not long ago, on April 4, I woke from my long sleep.

Dumbledore and the others all suggested that I take on a new identity.

That would be more suitable for James.

And I could begin a new life of my own.

For that reason, I even concealed my identity from Harry.

I stayed by his side as his aunt.

But Eyes of the Future's report not long ago made me realize that perhaps I could simply acknowledge my identity honestly.

"Zhang Wuji's mother was right after all. The prettier a woman is, the better she is at lying."

Ryan looked at Lily Evans on the stage, who appeared so utterly sincere, and muttered.

If he had not known the truth beforehand, he might have been fooled too.

"Pretty? Let me see. Women old enough to be your mother—

Molly Weasley, eleven times; Narcissa Malfoy, fourteen times; Lily Evans, twenty times.

What, have you fallen for them?" Kate