Chapter 338 Memories Come True
The wind and rain outside the window are getting stronger.
In his home on Spinner's End, Snape closed a small window to block out the falling rain.
He slowly took a sip of the cooled tea, looked out through the yellowed glass, his eyes silently fixed on the small courtyard he had opened up with magic.
For some reason, his thoughts drifted back to two years ago...
At that time, the yard here was not as desolate as it is now, with only mud left, and the air was not as dead silent as it is now.
Fresh green everywhere, Chinese kale that bites dogs everywhere... and unusually fat and strong cattle, sheep and chickens... Sniffs that often break out of jail and dig holes...
This made the originally quiet and deserted Spider's End Alley extremely noisy, even to the point of being noisy.
He had almost exhausted his patience in dealing with them, and after the culprit left, he even felt a little relieved that "this ancestor is finally gone."
But somehow, at this moment, he inexplicably missed that kind of noise.
Perhaps it was because he was already stuck in the quagmire, with the Dark Lord's rock pressing down on him... the shackles of love and guilt around his neck...
The shadow of death followed him like a maggot on his tarsal bones, making him nervous all the time...
Just then, during this rare moment of leisure, some relaxing images suddenly popped up in his mind, causing the corners of his mouth to slightly smile unconsciously.
But this picture did not last for a few seconds, as the rustling sound from the secret door on the stairs brought him back to reality.
That was one of the people he hated the most, Peter Pettigrew.
His existence was like a thorn stuck in his throat and a grain of sand in his eyes, making him feel nauseous all the time.
But he had to endure it all... It was the Dark Lord's warning, surveillance, suspicion...
He didn't know what the road ahead would be like, he only knew that after a long period of pain, guilt and hatred, he was no longer able to sort out his emotions.
He always looked down on the weak who acted on their emotions. He was good at controlling his emotions, making his disguise perfect and flawless.
Sometimes he even felt that he could not be called a human being, but a strange creature that could only think mechanically and wander among enemies.
But beneath his expressionless and indifferent appearance, love and hatred are so surging.
——Especially facing Peter Pettigrew under the same roof.
Snape sneered, strode out of the room, and fired a spell at the secret door under the stairs!
"ah--!"
A rat-like, thin, sharp scream and a loud noise sounded, and Pettigrew's wretched face appeared, his eyes dodging:
"You...you attacked...the master sent me to help you...you attacked your assistant..."
Snape looked down at him and sneered:
"It is the duty of an assistant not to disturb the master's rest. I have warned you since you came here, Wormtail, that you must keep quiet at night."
"If you can't do that, I'm afraid I can only give you a dose of life and death water. After all, an unconscious person can't speak."
Pettigrew shrank back and touched the hole in his ear that was cut off by Shenfeng Wuying. He suppressed his hateful look and staggered upstairs.
The room returned to its deathly silence, desolate and deserted.
......
Snape returned to his room with a sarcastic smile on his face, preparing to perform Occlumency and fall asleep.
When he is indecisive, beating up Pettigrew first is the only way for him to find joy in his suffering.
But lying on his back in bed, his thoughts continued to rise and fall——
He knew what the Dark Lord was planning to do next:
He wants his own wand back... He is infiltrating the Ministry... looking for information about the wand...
He wanted to become more powerful... He not only sucked his flesh and blood... He also wanted the blood of his enemies... He used the children of the Death Eaters to ambush Hogwarts...
He had to pass on information very carefully to avoid exposing himself.
But he knew that the Dark Lord had never truly trusted him, and he would not trust anyone, but was conceited that he would not have the guts to betray.
And Pettigrew's arrangement of being an assistant but actually a surveillance was a manifestation of his suspicion of him.
He needed a reprieve... an excuse...
Snape lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his next move.
He should have cleared his mind before going to bed, not letting it get too heavy, so that Occlumency could work better.
But no amount of measures could allow him to sleep well.
His memories were so depressing that even the Pensieve that stored his memories could not bear the weight.
As his memories and emotions were gradually suppressed by the brain occlumency technique, he felt his mind gradually withdrawn... as if everything had nothing to do with him...
But a feeling of loneliness gradually came over me. It didn't hurt anyone, but it was as obvious and painful as a thorn on a finger.
Snape had a dream.
In his dream, he returned to the summer vacation two years ago, the same Spider's End Alley, the same wall of books...only the people were different.
He was putting down PPt... something Jian Yu called PPt, and the two of them had a heated discussion about fecal stones and Gobarot's Third Law.
Perhaps it was the sight that brought back memories, he actually felt that this scene was rather heartwarming...and could be described as nostalgic.
But soon his nostalgia value was completely reset to zero.
Because the dream is short, it destroys a lot of things.
Sometimes it was a cow chewing his herbs, sometimes a sheep gnawing his books...
One moment there was a bunch of chickens running around and shitting, and a bunch of Chinese biting kale showing off his robes...
What's worse, the swarm of Sniffers began to dig holes, dedicated to making all-round hollow decoration in his home -
The poor old professor felt so angry that he was about to sing a song about flammable and explosive!
He roared Jian Yu's name and began to sniff around.
But his good student turned a deaf ear and picked up his wand to start adding to his battle-damaged decoration!
He only felt that the sound of hammering on the wall was like hammering on his forehead, and the crackling sound of falling bricks was hitting his heart!
And in the distance, he could faintly hear the passionate shouts of his good students, "Eighty, Eighty!"
Fortunately, the training throughout the summer vacation made him familiar with waving his wand according to his memory, preparing to cast the silencing spell -
But his wand suddenly paused.
At this time...the clanging sound of chiseling walls and renovations?
Are there any voices of “eighty” or “forty” mixed in?
Snape suddenly woke up from his dream and subconsciously let out a suppressed roar:
"Jade Jane! It's you again!"
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