Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the slightly cold potion preparation room, the cauldron is steaming with strange colors. The liquid boiled “whistling” sound echoed in the quiet air.

Snape is squeezing the sleeping beans with the side of the silver short blade, with precise, subtle, one-step action.

On the side of the potion preparation room, the Marx is lying on a bed that has never been used, and one hand is gently placed on a small hourglass.

This is an hourglass with only 5 seconds. Every 5 seconds, he will turn the hourglass over and make a chopstick-like crisp sound.

“…咔哒…oh…”

“…hey.”

“Slow quarter of a second.”

Snape didn’t look back, but his voice rang in this quiet space, low and cold, full of boring.

“Ah.”

Marx sighed softly, and the tail seemed to tremble with a restlessness.

“Hey.”

Quiet, still going on.

Probably when the “beep” sounded for about ten times, Marx suddenly laughed.

“Professor Snape, do you know ‘harassment 虻’?”

“What?” Snape said casually.

“Harassment,” Marx said, turning the hourglass over again. “‘It’s a creature that can’t be seen by the eyes, it will float into people’s ears, messing up people’s brains…”

“I haven’t heard of it.” Snape replied quite simply.

“You haven’t read The Quibbler? That magazine is very interesting…”

Snape wiped the silver knife clean, put it back in the tool box, and walked to the cauldron still boiling.

“never heard of that.”

As he walked, he said that even the content of the answer was not bad.

“Don’t be like this, the professor’s words are always so dry, it is easy to make people sleepy…”

It was a quiet moment.

After a few more squeaks, Snape gently dripped the juice from the sleeping beans into the cauldron, and a few faint white smoke emerged.

“……once.”

“en?”

When he heard Snape suddenly open his mouth, Marx was about to turn the hourglass hand and paused.

“Once, there was a boy who lived in the suburbs of a ragged town. There were low old houses everywhere, broken and few people…”

“The boy’s parents are very bad… Mother is a little better, but it’s still very bad. They will fight from time to time, never look at the time…”

“Well, it’s worse to think about father, because every time he picks up… sometimes he can play mother, it’s really bad…”

“So the boy has been ignored… the family, there is no temperature.”

“But one day, he saw a female child in a waste park on the outskirts of the city…”

Snape’s cold voice hovered in the air, as if he was really telling a story that had nothing to do with him. But Marx knows that the protagonist of this story is Snape himself.

“The boy, when he saw the girl’s first sight, fell in love with the girl. Because he could feel that the girl, like herself, was smart, calm, full of curiosity…”

“So, the boy and the girl met, they naturally came together and made friends. They often played together in the ragged suburbs, lying on the river and listening to the sound of the water, looking at the clear sky.”

“Well, that ragged suburb…” Snape seems to be recalling that there is a little warmth in the cold tone. “The suburb is really broken, nothing, the facilities in the park are still bad.” No one can use it.”

“It’s that the river is very reassuring, the grass is everywhere, and the town can be seen from afar… The female child often said, ‘The big chimney on the town never smoked. What is it doing?'”

He whispered, and even the voice became softer. However, this rare softness quickly became disappeared.

“in case……”

His voice suddenly cooled down, and it was particularly awkward.

“If there is a man, meet the child of a woman he once liked and still likes now… What do you think the man should do?”

Because this problem came too suddenly, in a little bit of awkwardness, Marx’s originally groggy brain suddenly became clear.

To say that the “man” in Snape’s mouth is undoubtedly also refers to himself.

However, how to answer this question?

Marx thought of Harry the first time, and then thought of Harry’s mother, the little girl in the story, Lily.

In the end, he thought of Luna at Hogwarts Castle at the moment.

If this happened to him… No, he found that he couldn’t imagine it… or that he didn’t want to think about it at all.

Snape has been living for so many years!

Not only must we face the loss of love, but also the death of a cherished person, and even guard the woman that I like and the son of another man.

And this kind of feeling, he just can’t let it go, and it continues to the present.

In order to show respect for this heavy and unrelenting love, Marx forced himself to think about it and then gently sighed it.

“… Anyway, that child…is part of the person you love…?”

Marx finally understood why Snape has always been a dry tone. Because his voice is almost the same, it is so dry, not a little angry.

The same is true, and if Marx is in that situation, I am afraid it will be this feeling! Being entangled by his own contradictory psychology, he must not be liberated for a moment.

Just as Snape never had a good face for Harry… In addition to acting for Voldemort, probably the pain of love and hate is one of the reasons.

“Part of her… is that really the case…” Snape turned his back to Marx and said, “Sure enough!”

The voice was quietly settled, and in the sound of “squeaking” again and again, both people felt a little depressed. It seems that something is stuck in the chest, and people can’t help but want to breathe.

“The child… is called ‘Harry Potter’?”

Marx suddenly felt that he had to say something. After all, Snape suddenly said this thing here, although it is not clear, but it is indeed a disguised pour.

You know, with Snape’s awkward character, it’s not easy to do this. And this man, who has been in the depression for too long, needs an opportunity to vent.

And Marx, willing to give him this opportunity.

Marx didn’t expect it, but Snape was surprisingly calm at the moment.

“Do you know?” There seems to be no surprise in his tone. “Is Dumbledore telling you?”

Marx hearing this, I just want to push it to Dumbledore – because he was supposed to do so.

However, at that moment, he jerked a bit.

“River… low house… big chimney?”

Each and everyone vocabulary flashed through his mind one by one, and a certain picture in memory was re-excavated by him, and it was clear little by little.

It should be right, that is… but why? What is the truth?

Inside, it seems that there is still a lack of a key point to connect before and after!

“No,” Marx muttered. “Tell me a photo.”

“what?”

Snape squinted back and raised his eyebrows.

“What photo?”

“A photo of a muggle.” Marx gradually came back to his senses, his face full of incomprehensibility, “Yes, a black and white photo taken by a muggle camera.”

“What the hell is going on?” Snape hurried to the hospital bed and asked quickly.

Marx looked over Snape and quickly realized what Snape was anxious about.

“No, not what you think…” he said immediately. “The photo has nothing to do with Harry’s mother.”

He didn’t even think about himself. Just because of the body potion, the thinking was a bit slow, and he couldn’t help but say it.

“Well… you wait, I just thought… you asked me to sort out my thoughts first.”

After all, Marx frowned and thought about it.

Snape stood on the side of the bed and looked a little intolerant, but when he saw Marx a few more eyes, he forced himself to calm down.

Marx’s current state of affairs is very bad, he is very clear. In this case, he can’t ask for too much from Marx.

In fact, in Snape’s mind, Marx has long been recognized as a “premature” teenager who is both a student and a friend. If not, he couldn’t just pour out his story.

So, in the potion preparation room, it was quiet again.

For a long time, Marx finally put out a breath, but his brow wrinkled even tighter.

“Professor, is your mother a long black hair?”

In Snape’s anxious look, Marx didn’t immediately explain it, but instead threw an inexplicable question.

“…Yes.” Snape wondered. “Why are you asking this?”

“Is the skin white, and a pair of black eyes?”

“Yes,” Snape said impatiently. “So why do you ask this? What do you see is my mother’s photo?”

“No, maybe your father…” Marx hesitated. “Dark short curly hair, tall, thin, flat face… and a double chin?”

“Just like this?” Snape hurriedly said. “Although I don’t know where you saw my parents’ photos, can this have anything to do with my question?”

“Background, the background of the photo is the same as you described!” Marx was powerless. “Especially the big chimney… people who have seen it carefully can’t forget it.”

“So, I have one last question -“

He paused and slightly increased some volume.

“Professor, do you have a younger sister?”