Since many years ago, Snape had turned himself into a knife.
No matter whether he was under Voldemort or Dumbledore, he was always such a knife, and he did it willingly.
The former was because of his ideals, the latter was because of … love.
It was a little ridiculous.
A knife could not be sharp enough, not be strong enough, but it could not have feelings.
Moreover, love was such a deadly thing.
But who could control himself not to have feelings?
Snape failed, so he became a tool for Dumbledore.
All for the sake of protecting that child.
Sometimes, even he found it ridiculous.
"Kacha."
The door was unlocked gently, and Snape walked in with the person in his hand, then closed the door.
The unconscious Bayer was as heavy as a corpse. Even with the help of magic, Snape did not want to continue carrying this black Wizard.
There was a stench from America on his body.
Snape frowned, threw him on the ground, cast a binding spell and a silence spell, then took Bayer's magic wand and walked into the bathroom.
He had to clean himself up a little.
The bathroom was not big, and there was nothing else besides a mirror on the sink.
Snape did not like to look in the mirror.
Because once he saw himself in the mirror, he would feel unhappy.
This face was too old.
After washing his face, Snape looked at the face in the mirror that was completely different from before, and shook his head.
When did he become like this?
Snape could not remember clearly why he became like this. After she died, he lived alone all these years, and did not even feel that there was anything wrong.
He was like a walking corpse.
Other than work and lessons, he helped Dumbledore with these matters.
There was nothing wrong, of course.
Snape wiped the water off his face, walked out, and sat in front of the study table.
There was an unfinished book on the table, and in the corner, there were two photos.
One was of a young and cute girl.
She had died long ago.
The other looked much newer, and was of an old lady planting flowers in a small garden.
She was a mother.
Madam Prince.
Snape's mother.
But they had not seen each other for many years.
He was not abandoned, but Snape had given up on his own accord.
After leaving his father and becoming a child of a single-parent family, he almost took the initiative to "abandon" his mother.
Why?
That was something he did when he was young and impetuous.
Perhaps it was because of poverty, or perhaps it was because he was angry at his mother's cowardice.
In short, he left his mother and never went back.
Of course, he regretted it all these years. However, he no longer wanted to disturb his mother's life.
In the past, when he was still a Black Wizard, he did not disturb them. Now, he had no intention of meeting them.
It was fine to just take a peek in the dark.
In the past, as the Black Wizard, he could not get involved with his mother. Now that he had betrayed the Black Lord and come to the Hogwarts, he had to be more careful of the Black Lord's followers hiding in the dark.
Those unscrupulous lunatics were the ones who were truly worth being afraid of.
Because they would kill his family just because they felt happy.
This was the only family he had left.
So he hoped that Mrs. Prince was safe.
Even if he himself wasn't safe.
Snape stared blankly at the photos for a while. In the end, he kept both of them.
That child would enter school next year.
He had to prepare in advance so that he could get into character faster.
But in fact, he did not have to deliberately get into character.
He heard that the child looked very similar to that bastard Potter.
Then he did not have to deliberately adjust his emotions.
Snape laughed coldly and cleaned up the things on the table. Then, he looked at the person lying by his feet.
He was already awake.
…
Bayer struggled to wake up.
The place he was lying on was cold and hard. It was definitely not the soft bed he usually slept on.
The throbbing pain in his head made it impossible for him to concentrate.
Back then, in order to kill that student as soon as possible, he added a large amount of mental energy into the pocket watch. He also remembered that the black magic stored in the pocket watch two days ago had been successfully completed.
Why did he have to kill that student?
He heard a voice in his head ask this question. He wanted to answer, but could not open his mouth.
He felt very sullen in his heart.
Actually, he did not have to kill that student. It was just that his junior had died here, and his teacher had prophesied that his junior's death was related to a student from Hogwarts. He had no choice but to spend so much effort to find out who had interfered with the entire plan.
If he did not kill that student, he would not be able to explain himself when he returned!
Furthermore, was it worth it for a dead student?
"Who told you that the student is dead?"
Snape slightly relaxed his torture on Bayer, so that he could hear his words clearly.
"Furthermore, is Hogwarts a place where you American Black Wizard can behave atrociously?"
Looking at this dark Magus' ignorance, Snape found it hilarious.
But he did not laugh out loud. Instead, he increased the torture on Bayer.
Against these dark sorcerers, simple mind control and truth-telling potions were useless. Dark sorcerers all had their own defensive measures. Hiding candy sacs in their teeth was already an outdated method. Dark sorcerers who were slightly more powerful would usually prepare a fake memory.
Besides his own specialization in magic potions, Snape was best at these things.
Bayer was swallowed up by the sudden torment again.
He could not understand why Hogwarts, which was known as the cleanest place in England, would have such proficient black magic methods.
Unfortunately, Kelly, who could answer all these questions for him, was already dead. Snape did not have the desire to explain all these to him.
He only wanted to quickly dig out all the words and send him away.
He did not know why Dumbledore wanted him alive, but he would not ask.
What did that have to do with him?
As a knife, he had to have the self-awareness of a knife.
But even if he was a knife, not everything was pleasing to his eyes.
Bayer, who had recovered from the pain, looked at the man standing above him in fear, afraid that he would do it again.
The man's face was full of disgust. He could even see his own reflection in the man's eyes, who was paralyzed on the ground, unable to speak due to being trapped by magic, so he kept twisting and turning.
And the man's voice was as cold as ice.
"Let's go, I'll bring you to see Dumbledore."
Then, he was lifted up again.
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