After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Thinking of this, Snape suddenly had an idea and recalled the purpose of Narcissa's visit.

So, as if he had grasped at a life-saving straw, he tried to change the subject a little clumsily, trying to keep himself calm, and began to talk to Narcissa about various matters related to potions.

Narcissa naturally took in all of Snape's subtle changes in expression. Seeing his uncomfortable look, she couldn't help but find it a little funny, but at the same time she also understood the principle of knowing when to stop.

If he continued to tease her like this, Severus, who was always thin-skinned, would probably be so angry that he would overturn the table and walk away.

Therefore, she quickly put aside her joking intention and discussed with Snape seriously the various difficulties encountered in the mass production of potions and possible solutions.

Only after watching Narcissa disappear from his sight did Snape breathe a sigh of relief.

Although, even he himself couldn't explain why he suddenly relaxed.

He walked to the old desk and gently placed the crystal ball on the table.

Then, he just stared quietly at the crystal ball in front of him, his whole body fell into a trance, lost in thought.

He stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost and carefully touched the smooth surface of the sphere.

At the moment when his fingertips touched the crystal ball, the red light suddenly jumped. Snape quickly pulled his hand back as if he was burned, as if the light was scorching hot.

Looking at the crystal ball that was still faintly flashing red light, Snape's eyes became more complicated.

Those long-forgotten memories now surged in like a flood, filling his mind.

He almost forgot that he once followed that man wholeheartedly - the Dark Lord who made the entire magical world tremble.

At that time, he was full of awe for the Dark Lord, regarded him as the supreme being, and served him willingly.

Even later, when Voldemort gradually lost his mind and became crazy and cruel.

Because the other party's attitude towards him was consistent and had never changed, Snape felt a little uncomfortable, but the respect in his heart did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, it became more and more intense like a burning flame...

Who doesn’t like to be special?

But... I had clearly promised him personally that I would let Lily go...

Even though he later chose to secretly cooperate with Dumbledore out of a glimmer of hope, Snape still firmly believed deep down in his heart that Voldemort would keep their agreement and would not harm Lily in the slightest.

Until that day, when he rushed to the scene in a panic, what he saw was Lily's cold, lifeless body.

At that moment, all the things that were once believed in, all the beautiful fantasies that had been built up, all collapsed in the face of this cruel reality, turned into countless broken bubbles, and dissipated into nothingness.

He is simply a guy who is extremely stubborn and stubborn, and it is helpless to deal with him.

From the moment he was born until he grew up, he had very little.

And Lily was undoubtedly the most special person in his childhood.

He himself could no longer clearly distinguish whether his love for Lily was a deep and unforgettable love or a pure possessiveness like a child's for a favorite toy.

But he didn't even want to distinguish between the two clearly.

Because, to him, Lily was like a beam of bright and dazzling light that penetrated his extremely dark childhood years; just like a sunflower emitting charming fragrance, it brought him endless warmth and hope.

Lily was undoubtedly a kind, gentle and considerate person, but later because of his obsession with studying black magic, the distance between the two gradually became greater and greater.

He knew clearly what Lily was worried about deep down - that he would be corrupted by dark magic, lose himself, and eventually go down a path of no return.

However, Snape held a completely different view on this. In his eyes, magic itself has no absolute good or evil, and its power depends entirely on the intention of the person who casts the magic.

He was simply keen on exploring the mysteries hidden in the magical world.

His extraordinary sensitivity and pride prevented him from speaking these things frankly to Lily.

Because of James Potter and the others, he and Lily eventually broke up...

Snape slowly closed his eyes, and the heartbreaking and painful memories of the past came flooding back like a flood, overwhelming him and seeming to swallow him up completely in the next second.

His hands, which hung casually on both sides of his body, were involuntarily clenched into fists. Due to excessive force, the knuckles had already turned pale.

But he was completely unaware that as long as he held on tightly like this, he could firmly grasp the beautiful past that had long passed and would never come back.

Ever since Lily's death, he has been trapped in the quagmire of hatred and self-salvation, struggling and wavering.

His once ardent heart now seemed to have fallen into an endless dark abyss, sinking deeper and deeper...

However, even in this dark abyss, Snape's heart still burned with longing for that ray of light that had not yet been extinguished.

The Voldemort who was once so familiar to Snape has now become unrecognizable and feels completely unfamiliar to him.

The man who once pursued magical power with him had already gone further and further down the dark path and degenerated into a creepy demon.

However, because of his love for Lily and his promise to her, Snape agreed to Dumbledore to protect Harry, the child who carried Lily's life.

This mission became his only light of salvation in his endlessly dark life.

Although the predetermined destiny was abruptly broken by Draco's unexpected intervention, Snape had already read the original works that Draco and others brought back from another world.

He knew clearly what his final outcome would be.

The "he" described in the book is like a puppet in Dumbledore's hands. Even though he knows that there is a road of death waiting ahead, he still steps forward without hesitation.

"He" took risks again and again, silently providing assistance to Harry Potter behind the scenes.

Even though his actions were not understood by others, and even his always gloomy face often caused misunderstanding and disgust from others, he never had the slightest intention of backing down.

Whenever Harry Potter encounters a crisis, "he" always appears silently like a black panther hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike, and silently dispels the dangers one by one.

The wand hidden under the dark black robe silently exudes "his" final love for Lily.

For Harry Potter, the emotions deep in his heart are like a tangled mess, so complicated that it is hard to understand.

On the one hand, "he" hated Harry Potter's personality and temper, which were exactly the same as James'. Every time he saw that face, those similarities would prick "his" nerves;

On the other hand, "he" couldn't help but want to protect this child, just because he could vaguely find the shadow of Lily in Harry Potter.

These conflicting emotions intertwined together, like the deadly poison in the Muggle world, bit by bit eroding his originally tough soul.

Then, "he" fell before dawn.

When he finished reading the last page of the original book, Snape's once tortured heart was stirred again.

Today he is no longer the "Snape" in the book who is full of strong self-destructive tendencies and buries all his thoughts deep in his heart.

His godchildren taught him a crucial lesson through their words and actions: learn to communicate with others.

Snape's slender fingers gently fell on the table. He frowned slightly, and hesitation flashed across his eyes, but only a moment later, he finally made up his mind, opened his lips and uttered the name that he was once so familiar with.

"...lord." His voice was low and hoarse, like an echo coming from a deep cave.

After saying this word, he pursed his lips unconsciously, with an unnatural expression on his face that was difficult to conceal.

However, this strange emotion did not last long. He quickly took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and restored his expression to his usual indifferent and calm look.

"You should be able to hear everything that's happening outside, right?"

As Snape spoke, he stared at the crystal ball in front of him with his sharp eyes like a hawk.

How could he not notice the human characteristics displayed by the strange red light?

This was simply too obvious, it was blatantly presented in front of him, making it difficult to ignore.

The red light in the crystal ball paused briefly after hearing Snape's words.

The whole room was so silent that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

Then, the red light began to flicker at a more frequent rhythm than before, as if it was conveying some message or responding to Snape.

The air seemed to have completely frozen, and the silence around was so intense that it made one feel a little uneasy.

Snape remained unmoved, still staring intently at the red light in the crystal ball. "I understand that you possess all of Voldemort's memories, right?"

His tone was firm and steady, revealing an unquestionable confidence.

The reason why he was so sure was that Snape had long ago noticed some little secrets of Riddle's soul fragments.

When he was discussing with Harry and the others, this soul remained extraordinarily calm. Even when Harry himself called out the word "Godfather", it did not fluctuate at all.

He was not at all surprised by what he and Narcissa discussed later about the mass production of potions.

After hearing Snape's words, the ball of red light flickered slightly a few times, and then hovered there quietly, as if it was listening attentively to what Snape was going to say next, and as if it was thinking about how to respond to the questions he raised.

Snape did not look at the crystal ball, but slowly raised his head, his deep eyes looking straight towards the ceiling.

His voice was filled with a barely perceptible nervousness as he spoke, "Then you must have known that I betrayed you. So, how do you feel about this?"

For some reason, Snape suddenly had an impulse at this moment, and a strong desire surged from the depths of his heart, wanting to find out what the Dark Lord Riddle, whom he once sincerely followed, really thought about this matter.

It was Riddle, not Voldemort.

A dazzling red light suddenly burst out from the originally calm crystal ball.

The red light flickered violently like a burning flame, and the dazzling light made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

And in this dazzling light, a vague figure seemed to emerge faintly, appearing and disappearing, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraints.

Snape raised his eyebrows when he saw this. He suddenly remembered that Tom Riddle in this state was unable to communicate effectively with the outside world.

However, he did not panic. After a moment's thought, Snape decisively chose to ignore the red crystal ball beside him that kept flashing, as if eager to explain everything to him.

He quickly took out a pen and paper from his pocket, muttered something, and the pen in his hand began to dance rapidly on the paper.

"Body... manifestation... No, no, this combination might have serious side effects..." Snape frowned tightly, his brain working rapidly, quickly screening and combining various strange herbal formulas in his mind.

Every time he thought of a possible solution, he would stop writing and carefully think about the potential risks and problems.

Occasionally, Snape would shake his head, mutter a few words that only he could understand, and then continue to write words that others could hardly understand.

He planned to find a way to safely transfer Riddle's soul fragments out of the crystal ball.

However, even if Riddle's soul fragments are successfully removed from the crystal ball, some strong restraints will still be needed to prevent them from escaping again or causing unpredictable consequences.

After all, he couldn't be sure what Riddle's attitude and thoughts were about Voldemort's current situation.

Although to some extent they can be considered the same entity, they can also be considered two different individuals with completely different personalities and behavior patterns.

Looking at Snape, who, just like before, would immediately forget everything around him and devote himself to it once he came into contact with the potion.

Riddle's original eagerness to explain the whole story to Snape gradually dissipated, and his red light, which had flickered due to anxiety, slowly became stable.

Long time no see, Sev.