What Else Could He Do, Get Divorced?

Snape seemed to want to freeze himself into a snow sculpture.

Dumbledore looked around to make sure that no one else was eavesdropping besides the two of them.

"Severus, there's one more thing I need to ask of you..."

Snape turned to look at Dumbledore, his eyes gleaming.

The light of fury.

What does it mean to infuriate someone with just one sentence? Dumbledore is a perfect example!

Snape was so angry he could barely breathe. He said angrily:

You won't help me, yet you expect me to help you!

He asked Dumbledore to write a letter to Petunia, but the headmaster refused and made up a bunch of excuses.

She just rejected him, and now she's asking him for help?!

Are you there?!

Snape's thin face flashed with anger as he shouted:

"Dumbledore, do you think it's my duty to help you?! I don't want to work for you anymore!"

"You swore an oath, Severus, to serve me, do you remember?" Dumbledore's voice grew weary and worn.

"How can you bear to refuse an elderly person like this?"

"..."

Snape glared at Dumbledore, as if he wanted to curse him for being utterly shameless.

"Now, Severus, listen carefully." Dumbledore's smile faded, and he spoke seriously:

"At some point, Voldemort might worry about the life of his snake."

"That Runespoor?" Snape seemed astonished.

"Not bad." Dumbledore his eyes, staring at Snape:

"If at some point Voldemort stops sending the snake to carry out orders, and instead lets it hide, or entrusts it to one of you for safekeeping..."

Snape held his breath.

"I need you to kill that snake," Dumbledore whispered.

"Why? Is it that important?" Snape asked, puzzled.

Voldemort had an extraordinary desire to control this snake, Snape knew this.

But that snake wasn't anything special.

Snape had heard Wormtail say that he caught it in the forests of Albania.

Along the way, they encountered William and Hermione, along with Voldemort, who set fire to the Albania forest, nearly burning it down.

"I can't tell you the reason right now," Dumbledore shook his head.

"You don't trust me?" Snape's anger flared up again.

He hated it; Dumbledore gave him tasks but didn't explain why.

"This isn't a matter of trust or distrust, Severus." Dumbledore's blue eyes gleamed.

"I told you before, I can't put all my secrets in one basket."

Especially the basket that Voldemort often carried on his arm.

"Then don't give me the task!" Snape scoffed. "Give it to whoever you trust most, like that Shidake!"

"Only you can do it. When Voldemort senses something, only you will have the chance to get close to the snake."

Dumbledore patted Snape on the shoulder and gently brushed the snowflakes away from him.

"I'll tell you the reason at the crucial moment, and then you'll understand..."

Dumbledore emphasized:

"It's precisely because I completely trust you that I'm letting you do this."

Snape remained silent, seemingly still hesitant.

Dumbledore sighed, took a letter from his pocket, and handed it over.

"This is a letter that William found while Kreacher was cleaning the old Black house. I'm giving it to you now."

Snape took the letter, and as he gazed at the familiar handwriting, tears instantly streamed down his hooked nose.

That was a letter Lily wrote to Black Sirius years ago, introducing him to Harry, who was just one year old, and also mentioning the History of Magic Bathilda.

She recounted many stories about Dumbledore's past.

Snape paid no attention to the content; all his attention was focused on the familiar handwriting.

Since Lily falling out, the two have had no further communication, neither verbally nor in writing.

Snape only knew Lily's handwriting before she turned sixteen; he never interfered in her life after that.

Now, looking at each letter, Snape could almost see that gentle smiling face.

Her hand once moved across this parchment, injecting ink into the letters.

Finally, Snape carefully tucked the page with Lily's signature and the words "infinite love" into his robes to prevent it from getting wet from the rain and snow.

Dumbledore also turned and walked into the snowstorm.

With this, Snape will definitely accept the mission.

Dumbledore, however, recalled a line Lily had written in the letter:

It's hard to believe that Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were friends.

Looking at the heavy snowfall, Dumbledore couldn't help but think:

When will Gellert be back?

Ahead of Christmas, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team won three games in a row.

William was basically coasting the whole way, but still won easily.

It's not that they are too strong, but that their opponents are too weak.

Hufflepuff is a group of newcomers with little experience.

At the beginning of the season, he was able to hold his own against Ravenclaw, relying on his youthful fearlessness.

After a few games, they collectively hit the rookie wall, their true colors were revealed, and they reverted to being rookie bastards.

Professor Sprout's boasting for most of the semester that "I, the badger, have the makings of a champion" has become the saying, "Wolves travel a thousand miles to eat meat, badgers travel a thousand miles to eat excrement."

In short, the future looks promising, although this "future" might be the next century.

Slytherin Quidditch Team was also a disappointment.

Draco spent all his time practicing Occlumency; during the match, he would just sit on his flying broomstick, lost in thought.

Calling it a freebie is absolutely accurate.

Even the Hufflepuff gang of silly badgers can gain confidence from them, acting like war gods.

Gryffindor, on the other hand, has very strong individual players, but the team is on the verge of falling apart.

Dean and Ginny constantly flaunt their affection, severely affecting Harry's mood and making him want to kick Dean out.

And then there's McLaggen, that guy who's always trying to build cliques and factions within the team.

He tried to sideline Harry as captain.

But Harry couldn't do anything to him, at least not fire him, since they couldn't find a better goalkeeper right now.

In short:

What else can we do but "divorce"? We'll just have to make do.

But Harry really wants a divorce, even with the cooling-off period!

He was just waiting for Ron to be discharged from the hospital so he could find an excuse to kick McLaggen out and then smoothly promote Ron to the "official" position as the goalkeeper.

Harry's idea was good, but unfortunately Ron abandoned him and began searching for his true love.

Or rather, it was Ginny's provocation that spurred Ron to start letting loose.

He's dating Lavender.

There is only one way for two people to fall in love:

That's kissing.

That didn't really count as a kiss; in Ginny's words, it was more like mutual biting.

The occasions are also very casual, such as on a hospital bed, in a classroom, in a washroom, in a field, on a flying broom, in a reed bed...

In short, in those Japanese adult videos, places that could be used for studying are instead used by the two of them to kiss.

Harry is having a hard time.

He looked around and realized, good heavens... Lavender sneakily raided his base.

Now, he's the only one who's single, just like his the Godfather, Sirius.