Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 48 You're going to be unhappy again.

On this drizzly morning, the Daily Prophet was delivered to every wizard's home.

Hampshire, Winchester.

A clothing store that had opened early to prepare its inventory was visited by an uninvited guest dressed in tattered clothes.

"Sorry, sir! We are not open yet. If you need our services, please wait another two hours. We will open promptly at 9 o'clock!"

The salesperson, already in a bad mood due to morning grumpiness, shouted angrily at the man who was shut out by the openwork iron gate.

But the stubborn customer persisted.

"No, no, miss, I found this at the store entrance. Did you drop it by accident?"

The saleswoman was drawn in by his words. She went to the door and saw that the man was holding a 50-pound note in his hand!
Her breath caught in her throat for a few seconds, especially after she saw the man's face.

The salesperson's face flushed slightly, but she took the banknote from the man's hand without the slightest hesitation.

"Oh! Yes, it's mine. I probably dropped it when I opened the door."

"Since I've been so honest in returning this lost item, could you please open the door and let me in to pick out some new clothes?"

"Of course! I mean, this is the kind of preferential treatment that someone of your character deserves."

When the store door was opened, the salesperson saw that the elegant and handsome man looked like he had just come from a steel factory, with his clothes covered in burn marks.

He quickly selected a casual summer outfit in the store, changed into it in the fitting room, and paid for it very efficiently. The whole process took less than three minutes.

“My job is very relaxed, and I have plenty of time almost every evening to have dinner together.”

The salesperson's eyes sparkled like spring water as she slipped the receipt with the landline number written on the back into the man's jacket pocket.

Despite her actions, the man remained polite.

"It is my honor to have this opportunity."

After saying that, he turned and left the clothing store without looking back.

The man, naturally Severus, threw the receipt into the trash can without hesitation shortly after leaving the house.

After a night of counter-pursuit, he now has to endure the mockery of Snape, the ghost within him.

I thought you would stay.

“If I really stay, you’ll be unhappy again,” Severus retorted expressionlessly.

Ghost Snape was numb to it all; no matter what he said, he couldn't get anywhere with Severus.

“It’s the same problem with potions.” Despite his setback, Ghost Snape still spoke up, “Last night when you were facing those people, the casting and use of various spells seemed fine, but in reality, they lacked consistency. Otherwise, if it were the original me, at least five of those Aurors would have lost their fighting ability.”

Severus could tell that he was serious, so he humbly asked for his advice.

How do you think I should avoid this flaw?

"This is because your conscious habits haven't reached the required level, and they can't keep up with your body's muscle memory. The solution is simple: consistently cast at least 50 spells every day. If you have enough natural talent, you can overcome that rustiness and lack of consistency within a month."

At this point, he couldn't help but revert to his old habit of being sarcastic.

“But if you’re a troll like me, you’ll never get rid of me!” This time, however, Severus didn’t argue back, but instead seriously considered Ghost Snape’s words.

"You're right. My way of thinking has brought me both benefits and drawbacks. I definitely need to find a way to solve the problems with spellcasting. Not only do I need to solve them, but I also need to find a way to become even stronger than the original you."

"But we'll have to wait until the current issues are resolved."

After changing into his new clothes, Severus did not linger in the city for long.

He hailed a taxi and headed to the place he had arranged to meet Harry and the others the day before.

In a coffee shop on a highway in the southern suburbs of Winchester.

Harry, Bloodny, and Wolpe sat at a table by the window, all staring at a brand-new copy of the Daily Prophet with worried expressions.

Volpe managed to get his hands on the newspaper; they saw a front-page report about last night's chase.

Even though the news said that Severus ran away in the end, Harry and the others were still worried, after all, there were more than a dozen Aurors!
"Why hasn't the teacher come yet? Is he injured?" Harry was restless and barely ate the sandwich Wolpe had ordered for him.

Blood Nymph kept shaking his head.

"Definitely not, definitely not! If they really hurt Mr. Snape, the newspapers would definitely report it, and the Ministry of Magic would boast about it as an achievement!"

Compared to them, Volpe, though also worried, didn't have as much time to express his opinion.

He was still rushing to finish his manuscript early in the morning!

Just as Harry couldn't resist looking out of the coffee shop to see if that familiar figure had returned.

The shop door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"A latte and a double-filling ham sandwich, I'm starving after this trip!"

Upon hearing that all-too-familiar voice, even Volpe, who had been struggling with the choice of words, stood up!
"teacher!"

"Mr. S (Wolpe slapped Bloody on the head)!"

The other customers in the store were drawn to the commotion and looked at them in surprise.

Severus had to nod apologetically to the guests before walking over to Harry and his friends' table and sitting down.

"Why are you so excited?" He saw the Daily Prophet on the table. "Wow, you got the newspaper so early? I want to see what they have to say about me."

Harry and the others sat back down. They didn't see any obvious wounds on Severus, nor did they notice anything wrong with his complexion, which relieved the three of them.

Severus read the front page of the Daily Prophet with great interest and couldn't help but comment.

“Shakel and Robaz were unfairly criticized, especially Shakel. He even drank Felix Felicis yesterday to find us, and Scrinker called him lazy and incompetent, which is unreasonable.”

"But as I expected, Shakel didn't tell us that we went to see Xenno. He clearly already guessed what we wanted to do."

"Capturing me is an Auror's duty, and keeping it a secret is a matter of loyalty to Dumbledore. This brother is trustworthy."

After casually glancing at the other pages of the newspaper, Severus broke into a light smile.

"If no one interferes, Xie Nuo should make a move this afternoon."

(End of this chapter)