[HP] There is no turning back

September [-].

Four months had passed since the Great War, and Snape still didn't understand why he was able to be the headmaster after being bitten by Nagini.

It's as unimaginable as no one has heard of the savior until now.

Heck, there was news, Snape poured the potion into the crystal bottle bit by bit, what would the Potter family kid have to do with him.

No, he also gave the brat certain memories.

Granger and Weasley had been to everyone, including him.Even close friends couldn't find anyone after the war, so why did they feel that these professors were helpful.

How stupid, thinking of this, Snape snorted coldly.

Although he also has a doubt in his heart.

But this question was quickly answered.In early October, the savior, who had been missing for five months, broke into the cellar.

"I really want to ask how the great savior can enter my personal space without a password?"

Snape wanted to slap himself for asking that question—isn't that obvious, Parseltongue.

The boy looked at him without hatred, provocation and anger in his eyes, and he just said calmly:

"I need your help, Professor."

Snape frowned, even though he wanted to throw this slightly emaciated man out of the castle, he still let him stay rationally.

"What would you like to drink, champagne or whiskey?"

Harry looked fidgety, and finally calmed down with a cup of coffee: "I—"

Snape couldn't bear his hesitation: "Are you dying?"

"Yeah," the boy raised his face and said relaxedly, "I'm dying."

"..."

Seeing that he was smiling differently than usual, Snape picked up his wand from the table, and threw a dozen detection spells at him in succession.Finally, with a livid face, he withdrew and said, "What's going on?"

"The sequelae of Avada Kedavra." Harry seemed to be describing something that had nothing to do with him.

"Go to St. Mungo's then," Snape folded his arms, not believing the statement. "I'm assuming you should know what happens when you run around."

Harry didn't answer, but got up after drinking his coffee, "How long can I live?"

Snape stared at him.

Harry nodded his goodbyes.

The eyes behind him still haven't moved away.

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Snape mailed a bottle of Soul Stabilizer and a note to Grimmauld Place three days later.

Harry never asked the question about how long he would live, he knew his body well.Soul damage is irreversible under normal circumstances, not to mention that his foundation is not good, and it will undoubtedly intensify.

There was only one word on the note: "Hogwarts."

Harry tidied up briefly and locked the door of Black's old house.

The brewing of the soul stabilizer was extremely cumbersome, and the only thing Harry could call "help" was to stay in the cellar and help Snape chop the ingredients.

After pouring the potion for the third time, he couldn't help asking: "You know it's futile."

"Shut up," Snape gave him a glare, "mind yourself."

Harry spread his hands.

What is it like to be saved from doomed death?

Harry couldn't tell, and neither could Snape.

Snape acquiesced to Harry moving into the dungeon. He would spend half the day in the headmaster's office, and the dungeon was nothing more than a bedroom and private area.After the war, the wizarding world was in unspeakable chaos, and he still taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, while Potions was handed over to Slughorn.

As far as he was concerned, it was a relief not to have to watch those trolls trash potion ingredients.

"Professor," said Harry, who was instructed by him to grade students' assignments, staring dumbfounded at the stack of thick parchments, "how many inches of paper did you lay out?"

"Seven inches," Snape smirked, "what, that's too much?"

"Just a werewolf and you want seven inches?" Harry sighed. "Remus will cry in his grave."

"Since you can get an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the NEWLs exam, you can also write ten inches."

Harry resigned himself to his fate and sat down to correct his homework.

The Soul Stabilizer only slowed down the rate of damage, and after Snape withdrew his wand with a livid face again, Harry asked a certain question again.

"If nothing else," Snape stroked the handle of his wand, "five years."

Harry leaned back on the soft sofa cushion, covered his eyes with his hands, and let out a low laugh: "Enough."

The voice hovered in the cold air of the cellar for a long time, and Snape let the sound waves crash into the periosteum and asked, "Why?"

no answer.

"...Potter?"

McGonagall came out of the fireplace and saw a skinny black-haired boy.

"Minerva," came Snape's voice afterward, "Is something wrong?"

McGonagall couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw him drive Harry back to the workshop calmly.

The older witch seemed to have forgotten her original intention, and was still surprised long after the black-haired boy disappeared.Turning his neck stiffly, he said, "You—found him?"

"To be precise, he took the initiative to find me." Snape frowned tightly, knowing that it would be bad if he got involved with this brat.

McGonagall looked suspiciously at the workshop: "What's wrong with him?"

Snape opened his mouth, refusing to answer the question.

Mag changed the question: "Do you know where he went before?"

Snape had never thought about this question before, he was taken aback for a moment and quickly said, "He didn't say anything."

"..."

McGonagall abandoned the discussion of the Savior's personal problems and asked him about Hogsmeade week.

"As usual," Snape thought for a moment, "it's time for them to relax."

After getting the answer, the vice-headmaster left the cellar, and Snape sat back on the soft sofa under him.

Harry came out of the workshop: "Why didn't you tell her?"

Snape glanced at him and said, "Who else knows that you're dying?"

"Except for you," the boy sat across from him unceremoniously, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth, "I haven't contacted them for a long time."

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Being able to see death so plainly, Snape had to say that this kid should have inherited some of Dumbledore's characteristics, and the inheritance was very comprehensive.

During Hogsmeade Week on Halloween, the school was completely clean—of course, except for a certain one who stayed in the cellar all year round, the other professors were on patrol.

Soul stabilizers come with some side effects, such as drowsiness.Even though this potion can slow down the speed of exhaustion, the increasing sleep time every day still makes people feel a little worried.

Snape glanced at the wall clock on the wall, 20 days since Harry moved into the cellar, the time to wake up was delayed by two hours.

"Potter," Snape leaned against Harry's bedroom door, "are you going to bed and have breakfast?"

no response.

Snape flicked his wand to conjure a water globe, which exploded directly above, and turned back to his desk with satisfaction to deal with the jumbled pile of parchments.

Harry didn't say that it doesn't mean that Snape won't ask. After watching the young man's not-so-elegant eating with disgust, Snape asked calmly, "Where did you go before?"

"what?"

"Where did you go before you came to me?"

"Well," Harry put down the fork in his hand, "I've been in Grimmauld Place, trying to find something from the library in Black's old house - but it doesn't seem to be of any use."

Snape sneered, "I thought you should know the importance of going to St. Mungo's at a time like this, Potter."

"And my name was in the papers again?" Harry asked calmly. "St Mungo's ward was flooded with owls and parchment?"

Snape probably thought about this scene for a while, and felt a deep chill.After all, no one wants to deal with the Ministry of Magic at this time, even the savior who disappeared suddenly after the war.

Every day is extremely ordinary, and the principal, who will not be idle on weekends, unceremoniously continues to use this free labor to change homework.

"You'll scare the students away, Professor."

"Am I the professor or are you the professor?"

"Just a small comment," Harry flipped through the paper in his hand, "This is from the sixth grade, silent spell?"

Snape nodded, noncommittal.

Everything learned in the war is much more useful than these half-baked theories in books, Harry sat down resignedly, and occasionally spit out a sentence or two while revising, such as——

"That's an ugly word."

Snape looked up from the school board's proposal: "Your handwriting is even uglier, Potter."

"How can you copy a book wrong?"

"Do I need to remind you that you have copied your potion thesis for six years and still haven't copied it correctly."

This time it was Harry's turn to raise his head, and said cheekily, "I didn't copy the book, it was Hermione's."