Chapter 142 Always

What Snape saw was not an illusion, but Cyrus himself.

Not long ago, after leaving the Magical Injury Hospital, he returned to Dawlish's home for a short time, but he always felt a little uncomfortable staying there.

So he decided to come to Godric's Hollow, where the Potter family once lived, to look for traces of the ancient magic that Lily mastered.

This was his first time in Godric's Hollow. Unfortunately, perhaps it was too long, so the traces of magic had dissipated. He was still thinking about going into the house to see if he could find anything, and Snape appeared.

Cyrus never thought that he would see Snape here. Today was obviously not a day off, and Hogwarts was still in class.

And——

"This kid is really reckless. He really thinks he can kill me by sneak attack?" He hovered in the air, and the night could not block his sight.

Cyrus wondered whether he should go down and show his face. He was not afraid of Snape. On the other hand, Dumbledore seemed to have guessed his identity now, so he didn't have to worry too much.

So he flew a circle in the air and landed behind Snape.

This pathetic man seemed to be still immersed in the pain of not being able to take revenge, and his bones seemed to be pulled out. He had just held the wand so tightly, but now his fingers seemed to be unable to bear its weight and let it slip.

Cyrus turned his palm upward and summoned Snape's wand before it fell to the ground.

"Severus, you should hold the wand tightly at all times, otherwise you will miss the opportunity for revenge." Cyrus chuckled and handed the wand to Snape from behind.

Snape suddenly felt like he was in an ice cellar, looking at the wand held by the slender fingers, but he dared not move.

His lips were trembling:

"Master..."

"Take it!" Cyrus ordered.

Snape quickly calmed down. He was ready to die, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

He took the wand, turned around and took a step back, keeping a distance from Cyrus.

His black eyes looked at Cyrus, looking at this Dark Lord who was completely different from his impression, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.

The two sides didn't speak for a long time.

Snape was waiting for his upcoming punishment, and Cyrus, he simply didn't think of what to say. He and Snape were naturally not friends, not even acquaintances, and meeting him was just a whim.

After a moment, Cyrus took the initiative to break the silence.

"Come in with me, Severus, come in and sit down." He walked into the old house of the Potter family with Snape, who was full of surprise, as if he had returned to his own home.

He walked in front and turned his back to Snape.

Snape looked at Cyrus's back, subconsciously clenched his wand, and then let it go.

He had already realized that he had missed the opportunity, or rather, he had never had any chance from the beginning. The blood in his body cooled down again, and he followed Cyrus into the house without saying a word.

Cyrus grabbed the rusty iron gate in front of the yard, and then a wooden sign rose up in front of him, emerging from the messy nettles and weeds like some strange, fast-growing flower.

The words on the board were written:

On October 31, 1981, Lily and James Potter died here. Their son Harry was the only wizard to survive the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, was preserved as it was, as a ruin to commemorate the Potters and warn of the violence that destroyed his family.

In addition, many wizards who came here to see the escape place of the "Boy Who Lived" left their handwriting here.

Cyrus shook his head.

"I never noticed that they died on the night before Halloween."

Snape seemed to have been hit by a sword again, but at this moment he had enough wounds on his body, so that he not only did not show any pain, but instead sneered contemptuously.

"You didn't notice it?" He seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. Moreover, when he said this, Snape was ready to die.

He was laughing at the day of the Dark Lord's death.

He was laughing at his own stupidity and powerlessness.

Of course, he didn't intend to surrender, even if it was in vain, he had to let the Dark Lord know that his trusted subordinates had betrayed him long ago, not because of a woman, but because of "love".

But Snape didn't wait for his punishment, Cyrus just glanced at Snape lightly, he had already noticed Snape's little move. But he didn't care at all.

"Put down the wand, Severus, you can't kill me, there's no need to taint your soul for it. Not to mention, facing an enemy you can't defeat, if you really want revenge, you should be more rational and calm. Even if you have to endure humiliation." Cyrus pushed open the iron door and walked into the house.

"It's braver to live than to die."

The house was old and shabby, with a strong smell of mold, dust, and rotten wood.

"Please clean the room, Severus." Cyrus said casually.

Snape didn't know what he was thinking, but he picked up the wand like a machine and waved it:

"Whirlwind clean."

A whirlwind immediately blew in the room, blowing away all the dust.

Cyrus was very satisfied, and thought that Snape could actually use a similar spell on himself to make him clean. But Cyrus didn't say it, the atmosphere was not so suitable.

He conjured up a few chairs and tables - the original ones here were rotten and almost unusable - and asked Snape to sit down.

"Please sit down. How about something to drink? Tea, coffee?" Cyrus greeted Snape like the owner of the house.

Snape didn't know what Cyrus was thinking, but now he had no choice but to obey. He sat down obediently, without a trace of dissatisfaction, and was more obedient and calm than ever in his life.

"Tea will do."

Cyrus immediately summoned two cups of tea, which was a summoning spell.

"How is Harry recently?" Cyrus took a sip of tea and asked a question that caught Snape off guard.

He was stunned for a long time, with a confused expression on his face.

"You mean - Harry - Pott?"

Snape felt how ridiculous everything that happened today was.

The Dark Lord, whose name cannot be mentioned, invited himself into the home of the woman he loved the most, and then asked him about the child's recent situation like the owner of the home and the parent of the child.

What did he think today was?

Hogwarts Home Visit Day?

Cyrus didn't know what Snape was thinking. He was a little sad, and seemed to feel sorry for Harry: "I mean, Harry probably doesn't know yet? His parents both died on Halloween."

Ridiculous!

It can even be said to be absurd!

An unspeakable anger rose in Snape's heart. Did he forget who took away the boy's family? Did he forget who cast the killing curse on the woman who begged desperately?

This flame seemed to light up the entire night, as if it was going to light up the house!

However, it eventually extinguished in his heart, which had been silent for a long time, and turned into the remaining hot ashes.

Perhaps it will ignite again, but at this moment, only the residual heat is left.

"He knows nothing, Master..." Snape sat straight, with only his face moving, or even his mouth opening and closing. His voice sounded gloomy, like a person wearing wet clothes.

"He knows nothing, cares nothing, and only cares whether he can go to Hogsmeade on Halloween. Of course, he is not allowed." Snape said half sarcastically and half reminded.

It was as if he was deliberately telling Cyrus that Harry would not leave the safe castle, reminding him not to make plans for Harry.

"Maybe no one is willing to tell him." Cyrus excused Harry.

"I don't understand what you mean, Master..." Snape slowly expressed his inner doubts.

"You think I will hate him more, Severus?" Cyrus chuckled. "In a sense, you are right. Voldemort hates him to the core. But I also believe that Dumbledore must have told you that I am different from Voldemort, right?"

Snape was silent for a while before answering: "Yes, he did."

He still thought about every word clearly before speaking, just like he did more than ten years ago.

"I am very happy that he found this out, because we have a common enemy." Cyrus sipped the tea slowly. At this time, he should have some dessert, so he summoned a few more cakes, "Please have it, Severus, don't be shy."

One of the cakes was placed in front of Snape, and he didn't touch it at all.

"I don't understand."

"Voldemort." Cyrus once again read out the terrifying name.

"But Master, you yourself are-"

"Of course I am different from him, and he will not let me go unless I am willing to bow to him." Cyrus said calmly.

He was not actually speaking to Snape, but to Dumbledore, as he knew Snape would pass on the news to the old man.

"But how can I be willing to bow to a man without a nose? Not to mention, he might be more willing to do some research on me to see what kind of accident happened to me that caused me to escape his control." Cyrus said with a relaxed look on his face.

Snape was silent.

His problem was that he didn't know what kind of relationship there was between Cyrus and Voldemort. He didn't know about Horcruxes, and Dumbledore kept this secret and didn't tell anyone.

"It seems you haven't figured it out yet. But it doesn't matter, Severus, I know you are protecting Lily's child, and by chance, I am his friend." Cyrus said.

"You are his friend?" Snape's emotions were stirred again, and he didn't know that someone could say such a thing.

But Cyrus actually liked Harry very much.

Harry was a good boy, although his emotions often outweighed his rationality, but he was kind and upright.

"It's understandable that you don't believe it, but Severus, let me tell you, maybe I care about Harry more than Dumbledore does." Cyrus said slowly, "He has hidden too many things from you."

In Cyrus' eyes, Dumbledore is a great and terrible man. He is like a machine that calculates everything clearly. Perhaps in his eyes, the world is just a game of wizard chess.

When each chess piece should be sacrificed - as long as it is necessary to sacrifice - he will ruthlessly arrange it to die.

He always mentions the power of "love", but Cyrus can't see who he loves. Or rather, he loves everyone equally, so he can make choices with absolute rationality.

This is why Cyrus is not so willing to contact the other party.

"Let's stop here, Severus." Cyrus stood up naturally to see him off, "By the way, if I need a little help from you in the future, I believe you will still be willing to stand by my side, right?"

Snape didn't know how to respond. After he walked to the door in a daze, he realized that this was not Cyrus's home. But he didn't return. He had the courage to fight for his life, but that didn't mean he wouldn't feel fear.

Moreover, some of Cyrus' words also planted seeds in his heart.

Snape is different from others. Although he also works for Dumbledore, he is not superstitious about Dumbledore. Lupin and others trust Dumbledore even more than they trust themselves.

And Snape was just out of hatred.

He quietly blew the cool breeze for more than ten minutes at night, and then left Godric's Hollow.

There were some things he needed to tell Dumbledore, and some things he needed to confront Dumbledore about.

He broke into the headmaster's office, and the white-haired old man was leaning over the desk at the moment. Seeing Snape coming in, he greeted him:

"Good evening, Severus. What do you want to see me so late?"

"I met the Dark Lord, in Godric's Hollow, Lily's house--"

"Oh, so he went there. Since--" Dumbledore looked as if he hadn't expected it, "If you don't mind, you might as well tell me in detail."

Snape didn't speak, but directly pulled out his memory. After waiting for Dumbledore to finish reading his memory, he dragged his voice and said slowly:

"Tell me-he said that he cared about Harry more than you do, what does this mean?"

He was almost questioning Dumbledore.

However, Dumbledore was not too flustered. He was very calm and even looked a little surprised.

"It seems that he has told you a lot of things. I am thinking about how to tell you." Dumbledore paused immediately after he finished speaking. During this time, he and Snape did not speak. The atmosphere was so tense that the portraits in the principal's office did not dare to make any sound.

Dumbledore pondered for a long time.

He did not know how to answer Snape's question.

Doesn't he care about Harry?

This is obviously not the case. He also hopes that Harry can grow up healthy and happy, and hopes that Harry can know what love, friendship, and family are. But all this is limited.

In other words, all this is based on the premise that Harry is destined to sacrifice.

Even the happiness that Harry has now is what he buried for Harry to voluntarily sacrifice. Only if he cherishes something, he will be willing to fight with his life.

From this point of view, Dumbledore can be said to be almost cold-blooded.

Harry and Snape were like his tools, the blades that killed Voldemort, and even he himself was just a force that pushed the blade into Voldemort's body.

But in his opinion, all this should be worth it.

Because the sacrifice was for a greater good!

"Can't you tell?" Snape suddenly felt very ironic.

The dark devil said in front of him that he cared more about Lily's child than Dumbledore, and Dumbledore couldn't find words to refute.

He felt like he was betrayed by something in his heart.

"I just don't know if it's appropriate to tell you some things now." Dumbledore said hesitantly.

"Don't you believe me?"

"This is not a question of trust or not. Some things must be done by Harry himself. I don't want to put all the secrets in one basket."

"You told me that the Dark Lord will come back one day, and you asked me to protect Lily's child because he has a pair of Lily's eyes."

His soulless and empty pupils stared directly into Dumbledore's blue eyes, and Dumbledore actually wanted to escape from his sight for a moment.

"Tell me, if I really love Lily Evans, then my path ahead is clear! But now - tell me, Dumbledore, you don't care about him, why do you let me protect him?"

"Why, don't tell me you like that child now?" Dumbledore could only fight back.

"Like him?" Snape sneered ridiculously. He could never like James Potter's child, especially when he looked so much like James Potter.

Except for the eyes.

He drew out his wand, waved his arm in the air, and silver light gushed out from the front of his wand, slowly taking shape in the small space of the headmaster's office.

"Expedimentum!"

A silver doe slowly took shape as the silver light rushed.

Dumbledore stared blankly at Snape's Patronus, watching it fall to the floor, leap out of the window, until it sank into the darkness and disappeared, and then he turned to Snape.

The poor man's eyes were already full of tears.

"It's still like this after so long?"

"It's always been like this."

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