Under the awning not far away.

Except for Hermione and Ron, several professors came, including Dumbledore, who arrived earlier than the other professors.

Professor McGonagall frowned, her face full of worry, holding her wand, wishing she could jump out and stop the fight between the two men. Dumbledore tugged at her robe and shook his head to signal her not to go over and disturb them.

McGonagall also knew something about the past of James Potter and Snape, but in her opinion, those things were not enough to support such a big conflict between them.

She hadn't seen a weather spell of this magnitude in many years.

When Percy informed her that Harry had beaten a professor again, this time it was Professor Snape, she was almost scared out of her wits.

Dumbledore stopped me from stopping them.

Such a big fuss!

If this continues, the castle will be in trouble.

They dueled fiercely.

Snape was doing three things at once.

The dark magic he cast did not have much effect on Harry, only causing him a momentary trance.

Just as the water chain was about to wrap around him, Harry lunged forward, turned around and slashed it with his sword.

With a splash, water splashed everywhere.

Harry waved his wand, and the water that had not yet hit the ground made a few whooshing sounds and shot out rapidly like arrows.

Flying things are the hardest to deal with.

The witcher's greatest advantage was difficult to bring into play for a while. On the contrary, Snape in the sky became familiar with the two giant snakes' attack patterns and became more and more adept at it. Endless transfiguration and binding spells poured out from his wand.

Harry gritted his teeth and flicked his wand.

A third giant snake burst out from the forbidden forest.

Next came the fourth and fifth.

The effect of the thunder potion is better than expected. In thunderstorm weather, there is almost an endless supply of magic power.

Five giant snakes entangled Snape. Even with the fierce fire, as soon as one snake was burned out, another one would take its place.

"A soft spell." Harry stepped on the giant snake and jumped up. "Snape, where is your determination and faith to cast the spell?"

"This is what you mocked me for."

Snape gritted his teeth and his face darkened, but he said nothing and waved his wand.

The soft strip of cloth, wet by the rain, became even heavier and flew at an extremely slow speed. Any little wizard could easily deal with it, let alone catch Harry.

Harry raised his hand and gently caught the strip of cloth, holding it in his palm. He stood on the snake's head, level with Snape: "Is this how you tried to keep my mother after you broke up with her?"

"Aunt Petunia said she saw you sneaking around her house many times at night."

"No one can save you like this."

His voice was gentle, and his words were simple, without any dirty words.

But it is more useful than the Yaxic Signet.

Occlumency could no longer contain the thoughts, and memories came flooding back.

Those things that he once thought would be painful and would drown and suffocate him, instead, became the few things left in his body. They still tasted good when he chewed them over and over again - even though they were bitter and stung the root of his tongue, at least they were not as dull as plaster.

The giant snakes stopped.

The fierce fire leaped and became more violent under the heavy rain.

"One more question. How long do you think I can live?" Harry jumped up, grabbed Snape's robe, and pressed him down from the air. He slammed heavily on the ground, splashing a line of water more than one person high mixed with earthy brown mud.

"You can't save anyone."

The same words again, piercing Snape's heart, as if to remove all the flesh and blood from his entire body.

Snape recalled.

That night, after learning who the prophecy pointed to, he found Dumbledore and begged the greatest white wizard to save Lily.

Dumbledore asked him, "What price can you pay?"

He replied: "Anything."

But even if he could do anything, Lily still died that night.

His will could not change anything, just like Lily went to Gryffindor at the sorting ceremony, just like Lily and he parted ways after the fifth year, just like Lily was no longer there.

Time can dilute everything. Thirteen years have passed.

Sometimes Snape felt that when he thought about what happened in the past, his heart didn't hurt so much anymore.

But that's an illusion.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, I'm just used to it.

The raindrops hit his cheeks, causing slight pain. He looked at Harry's calm face, then turned his head to look at the white figure under the awning.

Suppose Dumbledore asked him now: "How long are you willing to protect Lily's child?"

Snape was sure that he would answer without hesitation: "Always."

The look in his eyes gradually became firm.

The two were so close, and the faint smell of poison permeating Harry's body kept flowing into his nose, reminding him of a terrible fact: Harry had indeed drunk the bottle of "poison" a long time ago.

I was powerless in the past.

But now, at least now, he wanted to save Lily's child.

He waved his wand and chanted a spell. The impact pushed Harry backwards. The giant snake jumped over, curled up and caught Harry.

"That's right, Professor." Harry's eyes became firm.

Snape held back no longer.

Potions, Transfiguration, the Dark Arts.

A fierce fire blazed up, burning the entire lakeside. The sharp sword was invisible, flattening countless huge rocks. One giant snake after another fell down, and another one jumped up again.

The rainstorm grew heavier, as if the sky was falling, with bolts of lightning falling one after another.

No one except Dumbledore could see the battle clearly anymore.

McGonagall and Hermione wanted to rush over more than once, but were stopped by Dumbledore more than once.

Surrounded by fierce fire.

Harry raised his head, his face flushed unnaturally, his temples bulged, and veins popped out.

He had already drunk the second bottle of thunder potion.

All the armor on his body was cut into pieces by Shenfeng Wuying, one glove was broken and half of the breastplate was cut into pieces, leaving a hideous but not very deep wound on his chest. He perfunctorily applied a handful of white water, but it had no effect and the bleeding still did not stop.

There were several medicine bottles scattered around his feet, with a lot of blood-replenishing potion left in them.

Snape was floating in the air, his face pale and gasping for breath, with no scars on his body - he had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that the snake-bone sword was laced with basilisk poison. In a battle like this, being poisoned meant defeat.

He was different from Harry. He was just an ordinary person, even weaker than an ordinary person. His physical strength had been almost consumed when he was dodging the giant snake and the snake-bone sword.

The effect of the lucky spirit potion was still there, allowing him to barely dodge the thunder and the sword time and time again.

But the magic power was overdrawn, and the body felt as if it was being drained.

The giant snake swept across, and Snape barely managed to cope with it. His movements were quite slow, and Harry seized the opportunity. Just like at the beginning, he grabbed his collar and smashed him down hard.

The snake-bone sword grazed his head and nailed it into the ground.

"Are you so strong now?" Snape turned his head away. At this moment, he still didn't want to see James' face again. He looked at the snake-bone sword. The rain fell on the sword and slowly slid down. Occasionally, some small water droplets would stop, reflecting the snake venom and magnifying the faint green color.

"If you had been more determined at the beginning and not so weak, I might not have been able to defeat you." Harry supported his sword, his tone still calm.

Snape closed his eyes.

That wasn't something James Potter would say, maybe Lily would say that.

No, that's what Lily would say.

He opened his mouth, and the rain, perhaps tears, poured into his mouth, making his voice sound unclear: "Kill me, Lily."

My senses are blurred and time seems to be going backwards.

He felt like his whole body was twisted, as if he was stuffed into a small box. He stumbled around, thinking that he had been walked very far away. But when he mustered up the courage, pushed open the box, and looked inside, he realized that he had not gone anywhere and nothing had changed.

All time stopped at that point in time.

"Kill me, Lily," he began, begging.

Harry took back the snake-bone sword and put it back into the Sorting Hat.

And drew the sword of Gryffindor.

Swing hard——

Blood splattered, and a broken arm flew out and fell to the ground nearby.

The pain made Snape frown. He shivered and opened his eyes, looking at Harry, then followed his gaze to his severed left arm, and asked blankly, "Potter?"

"This is a punishment." Harry didn't look at him.

He kicked his arm away, turned away, and walked towards the awning.

Snape struggled to stand up: "Wait, Potter, the poison in you..."

"Professor." Harry turned around with Snape's usual sneer on his face, "Did a troll eat your brain? It's been almost an hour."

"It's just a potion. To me, it's probably the equivalent of Professor Dumbledore drinking a glass of bitter melon juice."

Snape was stunned, but then he felt relieved.

He raised his right hand, pointed it at Harry's chest, drew out the last bit of magic power in his body, and chanted a sharp counter-spell. The bleeding from the wounds on his face, chest, and hands stopped immediately.

Harry walked under the awning.

"Severus is still alive, right?" Dumbledore looked at Harry with a complicated tone.

Harry ignored him.

He didn't have the strength, nor did he believe that Dumbledore would be unaware of the outcome of the battle.

Hermione walked up to Harry and looked at his face. There were more than ten wounds on his face, which made her heart ache.

She opened her arms and hugged Harry: "Cry if you want."

Dumbledore sighed, pushed up his glasses, walked out of the awning and walked over to Snape.

“哈利下手可真是够狠的。”他挥动魔杖，还残余着的厉火渐渐平息，露出大片被烧白的土地，可很快些许绿意冒出，蹿着个的，又在这一片土地上，铺上一层草衣。

斯内普没理会他。

邓布利多又一挥魔杖，从分院帽里咻得飞出白鲜，替他涂抹伤口：“你其实可以不用这么早来找他。”

“是你逼我的，阿不思。”斯内普终于开口，哽咽着回答他的话。

邓布利多转回头，看向还在被赫敏抱住的哈利，眼神温柔，轻声开口：“现在，你还愿意保护哈利吗？”

斯内普打断他的话，咬牙切齿，语气坚定，不假思索：“一直如此。”

“阿不思。”

“我会一直如此地保护莉莉的孩子。”