Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock looked at him from the side, shook his head helplessly, without urging, just waited like this.

Snape looked at the small building like this for a long time, and finally drank the compound decoction.

His appearance changed rapidly, his hair became fresh and smooth, and his face full of vicissitudes returned to his youthful appearance.

Except for the look in his eyes that didn't match a normal teenager, Snape had returned to his seventeen-year-old face.

After climbing over the fence that surrounded the yard, he walked into the garden. He still clearly remembered Lily's room, which was on the far right of the first floor.

They, who had not yet broken up, once chatted there through a window, thinking about what house they would be assigned to after they went to Hogwarts.

And this grass, Snape sneaked over to look for Lily one time in the summer of second grade, only to be found by his sister, Penny, who exclaimed that he was a freak and told her mother that he had trampled their lawn broken.

There is also a small back garden behind the small building. In summer, he and Lily like to sit by the wall and watch the stars in the sky. Although the sky is always dark and misty, according to the constellation positions in astronomy class, They can always guess what the starry sky above the black cloud looks like.

Snape never really thought that he could one day set foot in this small courtyard again.

Yes, he had fantasized, many times, but those were dreams, and now he is here in reality, and the person who made him think about it is on the other side of the window.

His eyes became wet at some point, and Snape sniffed. He looked at the dark windowpane covered by the curtains and tapped lightly with his fingers.

The people inside didn't seem to have slept deeply, and a little movement woke her up, and the soft light of the table lamp beside the bed came on.

"Who's outside?"

Listening to the voice inside that has only appeared in dreams for more than ten years, Snape said with a trembling voice, insisting on his own tone.

"Me, Severus."

The people in the room seemed to pause for a moment, and then after two or three seconds, she got out of bed and opened the curtains.

It was a beautiful girl with long, burgundy, wavy hair, and on the other side of the window, she was staring at Snape with a beautiful frown.

Looking at that face, Snape couldn't bear it any longer. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks. He opened his mouth and stared at Lily like a wooden man who could only shed tears.

On the other side of the window, Lily was a little helpless when she saw Snape's expression, and she opened the window.

"What do you want? Snape."

Snape leaned against the wall with his hands almost weeping, and apologized in a low, humble, regretful voice.

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...I'm wrong...I shouldn't have scolded you like that..."

Lily looked at him, pursed her lips, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"You've apologized to me many times for this." Her voice was cold. "I also told you that I won't accept your apology, never will."

Snape raised his head and looked at her with those pitiful eyes. He had never begged so much to a person, so much for her forgiveness.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I just ask you to forgive me, the rest doesn't matter...I didn't think about anything else...As long as there is your forgiveness It's alright, as long as this is enough..."

The words he said in front of Sherlock before, what brought Lily back, revenge on Black and the others, all of which were left behind by Snape.

His current request is as simple as that, all he needs is the forgiveness of the girl in front of him, a sentence of forgiveness.

But Lily still looked at him with those cold eyes.

"Do you really need my forgiveness? Mr. Snape, you are so talented in the dark arts that you are idolized by all the students of Slytherin House. You have your own friends, Rozier, Wilke. S, Mulseb, and your most beloved senior, Malfoy, even if Malfoy has graduated, join those people, you still keep in touch with him. You have a good relationship with them, why do you still need mine forgive?"

Snape tried to explain, but nothing came out.

Because Lily said nothing wrong, the mudblood sentence was only the final fuse. In fact, long before this sentence was uttered, their relationship was because Snape was obsessed with the study of black magic, and he liked **** with pure blood. estranged from theoretical friends.

He could only keep making promises and keep hoping to make her trust him again.

"No, I will cut off all ties with them in the future... I will not study black magic... As long as you don't like it, I can stop doing it!"

"You told me these words before." Lily remained unmoved, "but every time you made a promise, it didn't change at all. During the summer vacation of the fifth grade, I had been thinking about our relationship for a long time. , Snape."

Lily looked at the embarrassed Snape calmly, and didn't even want to call him by his name.

"I should have figured it out in fourth grade when you pulled me and wanted me to study dark magic with you. You are just like your friends, you like torture, you like that guy theories , and did not hide his admiration for him at all, that sentence is just what you said from your heart."

"All our friendships have already ended, and there will be no more. You don't need my forgiveness, and I won't say against my will that I won't blame you. There is no relationship between us anymore."

Snape's face was ashen, his eyes became empty again, and he couldn't utter a single word of despair.

After finding himself back in the past, he fantasized that as long as he apologized to Lily more sincerely and sincerely, she would forgive him, but these were just his fantasies.

The things that have been done, the mistakes that have been made, after all, it is not an apology, but a promise that can be forgiven lightly.

If Sherlock took him back not to 77, but to 75 or earlier, Snape still had a way to salvage it, but now he had done all the wrong things.

He even planned it on the knight bus, and as long as Lily was willing to forgive himself, he would immediately find a way to replace himself at this time.

Immediately after graduating from Hogwarts, he took her out of the UK, flew away, changed the future, and let that **** fate go away!

However, these are only fantasies in his mind.

"It's very late, I'm going to bed." Lily said lightly, and then closed the window.

Snape pressed the window frame nervously, staring at Lily.

"You don't have to forgive me, but you mustn't be with Potter! You'll be dangerous with him! It'll kill you!"

Hearing his words, Lily's face became angry.

"We're not even friends now, you're too lenient! It's up to you to decide who I plan to be with!"

"No! You believe me, Lily! Please believe me! You really can't be with him! That man will kill you, he will kill you!"

Their quarrel was so loud that it alarmed Penny, who lived upstairs, who opened the window and looked down, screaming threats.

"If you keep arguing, I'll wake up Mom and Dad!"

"Bang!"

Lily closed the window heavily, then drew the curtains and turned off the lamp in the house.

Snape was like a body without a soul, standing motionless by the window of Lily's room.

In the dark night, stood a desperate man.

Sherlock sighed softly at this moment and walked to Snape's side, looking at his current appearance, he couldn't help shaking his head.

He pulled Snape's arm, like a dead marionette, and brought him out of the Evans house.

"Keep your eyes peeled, man."

Sherlock was leaning against the wall while Snape was talking to Lily, and he heard everything they were talking about.

On the dark and silent side of the road, Sherlock dragged Snape and walked aimlessly.

At this time, he knew that what Snape needed was of course not comfort. If comfort was useful, Snape would not regret it even after more than ten years.

While walking by a road, Sherlock saw a Muggle bar that was still open, and immediately dragged Snape into it.

The city is small and there are very few people willing to come out at night, so there are hardly any people in the bar.

Sherlock took Snape to an empty table and sat down, and threw a gold Galleon at the boss who was wiping his wine glass, letting him identify the real and fake gold first.

He was carrying Muggle currency for emergency use when he needed it, but those banknotes were issued around 90 years ago, so they definitely couldn't be used in this era, and he could only pay with Galleons.

"Whiskey~www.NovelMTL.com~rum or tequila, as long as it's a spirit."

The owner of the bar quickly judged that the gold coin was real gold, and immediately complied with Sherlock's request, sending them two bottles of whiskey.

"If it's not enough, the guests can call me again."

Sherlock waved his hand, indicating that his services were not used here.

He set the cups and filled himself and Snape each.

Snape stared at the wine glass in front of him, and still hadn't recovered from that lost soul.

"There's nothing else to say, Severus." Sherlock looked at him and raised the glass in his hand, "Drink it, you won't think about it anymore after you drink it."

Only then did Snape finally move.

He held up the glass of wine with a numb expression, the glass reflecting his pale and embarrassed face, and then he drank the glass of wine.