Knowing that Snape was going to concoct potions, Gryffindor had specially sent over a crucible, measuring cup, and other utensils. He had also sent over two white robes, which Snape guessed were what the potioneers of this era were used to wearing. Snape readily put the white robes over his Victorian-style costume. Hence, when Snape put away his wand and put his hands into the pockets of his robes and slowly walked towards Harry, he looked very much like a perverted doctor with a dangerous aura.
"Lily, you're talking about Lily?" Snape stood less than a foot in front of Harry and lowered his head to look at him. The question mark in his voice was faintly discernible. In fact, his gaze did not seem to be looking at Harry, but at the floor behind Harry.
But Harry, who was extremely sensitive to danger, still took a step back subconsciously. But the smile on his face was still stubbornly hanging on, and it was getting brighter and brighter. He chuckled and asked, "Lily Evans, your best friend, isn't she? If she can come back to life … you will be happy, right? She was so young when she passed away … No, Severus, we can push the timeline back a little, a little, and let everything restart in the era of the Hogwarts. You can go and apologize to her. She will definitely forgive you … Tell me, Severus, you will be happy, right? "
Harry was laughing so hard that he didn't realize that his voice was getting sharper and his eyes were in a daze. That was a sign that he was habitually using Brain Seal. In fact, he couldn't see anything now. There were only red and green lights darting around in his field of vision, so he didn't notice that Snape had taken another step forward.
Snape hated Harry for being like this, and also hated Harry's unknown brain circuit. He cursed under his breath, and then reached out to strangle the boy's neck, pinning him to the wall. Harry was forced to hit the back of his head, and was forced to wake up from his confinement. Only then did he speak fiercely.
"Tell me, the omnipotent savior Potter." He tightened his grip and forced the boy's tears out. "Tell me, how am I going to face Lily after my foolish betrayal killed her and her husband?"
Harry's face was red. Snape bent over, almost face to face with him. "Tell me, does rebooting mean that nothing happened? Hmm, tell me, the experienced Harry Potter! "
He let go of his hand and let Harry slide down the wall. Harry leaned against the wall and coughed while he sat down on the other side.
The magic potion, which had long passed the preset time, began to boil and emitted a strange smell. Snape immediately used Spring Water to extinguish the flames in the crucibles.
Harry woke up a little later, but he was still lying on the floor and didn't raise his head. The violent treatment earlier must have hurt his throat, so his voice was a little hoarse.
"Things that don't exist in anyone's memory are equivalent to never happening." Harry was still trying to curl his lips, but his tired facial muscles couldn't complete the movement. He could only squeeze out a hoarse laugh from his throat. "Really … I have experience." Were there still ghosts wandering around the ruins of the Hogwarts?
"If you really mind, we can also erase your memory …" Harry could also understand how Snape felt. He had once made a similar request to Jia Mei. "Then everything can be redone, and there will be no more betrayal …" and no more death.
But Snape looked at him as if he was looking at the pile of useless magic potions. He didn't even bother to refute Harry. He directly asked, "So, Potter, are you going to tell me that in your great story, there is no sacrifice, no regret, and no regret? Everything can be changed, everything can be forgotten, just like the Ming Dynasty's army that was wiped out? What kind of story is this? A fairy tale? Or a myth? If this is what you think, tell me, what are you crying for? "
Harry quickly wiped his face, raised his head, and looked directly at Snape. "Tell me, if Lily can be reborn, will you be happy?"
"Of course I will!" Snape still looked like he wanted to beat Harry up. "And I won't tell her that she has a stupid son. I'll keep this secret in my heart, in the cellar!"
Just like what he did in the past. Severus Snape, ever the tragic man, would have been praised for his forbearance.
Harry was stunned. Snape stared in disgust at the face that looked even more stupid because of the red and swollen eyes and the undried tears, and turned his head away.
"I'm sorry …" Harry curled up and sat up, leaning against the wall and muttering.
Of course you should apologize. Snape pressed his temples tiredly and thought to himself, "Since you entered the Hogwarts, you have dragged me into this story endlessly, and now you have the nerve to ask me to pretend that it never happened? As for Lily … "The image of the red-haired girl floated in front of him, and Snape's eyes dimmed.
"You should apologize … for your stupidity."
So, when Gryffindor came to deliver lunch and asked the two to see the serpent, there were only a few pots of obviously useless potions on the experiment table. The considerate Leo only took a glance at the sesame paste and threw it aside. He should not have mocked the younger generation's ability to make potions.
The three of them finished their meal in silence. Gryffindor also noticed that although Alan and Daniel looked calm, there must have been some conflict between them. Hence, he did not say much, and only briefly mentioned the danger of Delfina, as well as the things to take note of.
The centaur who led them into the Black Forest. Although only one centaur was guarding the entrance, there were dozens of well-built centaurs in the dark, observing the dangerous and unreliable intruders. The centaur who came to act as the guide was also the one who usually negotiated with Gryffindor. He was tall, his hooves were steady, and his face was dignified. He only nodded slightly to the group.
"This is Sarril," Gryffindor introduced.
He did not introduce the names of Harry and Snape to Sarril because he knew that they were fake names. Centaurs were very arrogant creatures. Concealing and lying would only make them angry.
Sarril did not ask any questions. He just stomped on the ground and went into the Black Forest. The three of them quickly followed. Harry walked at the back, thinking that centaurs were the second best stargazers. They should also be creatures who could decipher the "Secret Language of the World". He wondered how they were related to Merlin.
As he was thinking, a cold gaze was cast over. Harry shivered and looked forward. Sarril was looking back.
Delphina's captivity was not in the depths of the Black Forest. Wizards were not allowed to enter Thestrus Nigra's territory, so Slytherin just drew a magic circle near the place where Snape would grow his potions and left the basilisk there. The reason was …
"She's still growing. She's not suitable for long journeys," Gryffindor explained.
Harry looked at the giant snake that was hovering on the tree trunk. It raised its huge head and stuck out its tongue at them. He could not tell if it was thinner than the one in his memory.
Snape's thoughts were more complicated. On one hand, as the dean of Slytherin, he had a sense of admiration for the snake ancestor's pet. On the other hand … this was a very good potion material!
Delphina did not open her eyes. It was most likely Slytherin's order. However, the basilisk felt the wizards approaching and stuck out its tongue. It swam towards the edge of the magic circle and showed its sharp teeth. It was obviously not a friendly signal.
Harry hurriedly signaled the other two to step back. He adjusted his state of mind and switched to the second language.
"Delphina, we're not enemies."
The giant snake slightly restrained its ferocity, but it was still quite vigilant.
"You're not Salazar. You know how to speak our language. Who are you? "
Harry hesitated for a moment and explained.
"I'm William's friend. Do you remember? Old William, the forest keeper? "
Delphina coiled up, her thick and long tail poking in the wet grass.
"He's gone. He's dying, so he's gone. "
So their guess was correct. But Harry still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Delphina's words.
"Do you know where he went?"
It was hard to see the expression on the snake's scale-covered head, but Harry still felt that Delphina was mocking him.
"You should ask the centaur over there. He knows better than I do."
Harry looked back at Daryl. The centaur was silent and dignified, just like his distant ancestor.
"Then … what about Salazar? Delphina, did Salazar leave any words before he left? "
The snake monster lazily shook her head.
"Don't run out. Don't open your eyes. Don't eat the students. That's all. "
Harry wanted to ask more, but Delphina was impatient.
"Ask the centaur over there. He knows better than I do."
Then, she turned back and climbed up the giant tree without any hesitation. With a rustling sound, Delphina could be seen swimming deeper into the tree.
Gryffindor came forward and patted Harry on the shoulder. "How was it? Did you get the information you needed? "
Harry shook his head, then looked at the silent centaur. "She told me to ask Daryl."
"What do you mean?" Snape heard it too.
Harry didn't know either, so he looked directly at the centaur who had been paying attention to him since the beginning. Daryl looked back at him, his firm and dignified face still resembled the statue of an ancient Greek god, but his dark brown eyes gradually filled with tears.
"What's going on?" Gryffindor had never seen the centaur like this.
Daryl didn't explain, just walked to Harry's side and bent his knees. "Come up."
Snape quickly pulled back Harry, who was about to get on the horse. "Where are we going?"
Daryl didn't look at anyone, but looked deep into the Black Forest. "I saw the star chart shattering, the Fire Stealer bound between the cliff and the evil eagle, until the blood of Hydra appeared on Charon's table."
Only Harry was familiar with Greek mythology, and only he understood the deeper meaning of Daryl's words, so he nodded. "I understand. Take us there."
Daryl was still half-kneeling, but he shook his head firmly. "Go alone."
Harry pondered for a moment. Snape would never let him go alone, and if he didn't bring Gryffindor, he probably wouldn't be able to get past Charon, so …
"Daryl, why don't you get up? We'll walk."
The centaur's steady body swayed slightly, and after a long time, he slowly stood up, turned, and walked away.
Harry pulled Snape's sleeve. "Follow him!"
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