HP wanders to the end

If Snape couldn't be given a convincing reason, then their conversation couldn't continue.

Harry felt that Snape was really different, different from the images of Hermione and Ron who selectively ignored their real identities, and different from the situation that Dumbledore accepted so frankly.

He wasn't answering his doubts, but he used an attitude beyond Harry's imagination.

It was like... like the real Professor Snape had appeared in his mind.

But it was clear that Snape was already dead, under the mouth of the big snake.

So Harry didn't think Snape's "he was him" was true, maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on himself.

So what is this "Severus Snape"?

Harry really has never studied psychology, nor does he understand philosophy, whether it is consciousness, subconscious mind, id, ego, or superego.

But he had to give Snape an answer.

Harry thought about Snape's question, and his hair got more messy from being scratched.

Looking at Severus sitting next to Malfoy at the Slytherin table, Harry was troubled and had a headache.

"Harry..." Hermione noticed that Harry hadn't eaten a bite, she couldn't help pushing Harry's arm, "I have to eat breakfast."

Harry looked at Hermione weakly. With Snape around, his attitude towards them seemed to have changed back to the beginning.

"Min, what would you do if someone asked you a question and you couldn't answer it?"

This question should not be avoided by Hermione.

"I can check the books. Harry, the Hogwarts library has a very rich collection of books, and you can always find what you want." Hermione and Harry pushed the Hogwarts library.

It would have been nice if this was really the Hogwarts library... But unfortunately, it was just a fake in his mind, with the bookcase empty and without the most important content.

Harry frowned in distress, and his eyes fell on Snape again: "What if it's not in the book?"

"Is it the kind of question that is deliberately embarrassing?" Hermione followed Harry's line of sight and saw the black figure on the Slytherin table, and understood Harry a little bit.

"Bad, almost!" Harry couldn't tell her the set of words that were destined to be inaudible to "Hermione".

Hermione didn't think it was a problem anymore: "You can ask the person who gave you the problem directly to ask him for the answer. Anyway, it's his problem, and he must have enough thoughts in his mind."

In fact, she was very curious about what problems Snape had caused Harry. In school, only Snape worked harder than her. Hermione didn't know how Harry got in touch with Snape, but seeing Harry like this Distressed, or help.

And Harry seemed to be much angrier these two days, and Hermione wasn't sure if it was because of Snape that Harry became better.

If so, maybe Snape really had something unique.Harry would not suffer from making this friend.

"He...what if he gave an answer and I'm not satisfied?" Harry continued hesitantly.

Hermione didn't think there was any trouble either: "Are you dissatisfied? Why? What do you think is dissatisfied? He only gave the answer but no reason?"

"..." Harry didn't know what to say.

Seeing that he had no idea, Hermione said again: "It seems that you haven't asked why.

"If you don't agree with the answer he gave, you ask him why he has this answer.

"Even if you know why, you still don't agree with his answer, but at least you can understand his thinking logic."

Hermione's words can be said to have revealed the truth, and Harry walked out of the fog in one fell swoop.

Maybe it was stupid, and it might expose him to Snape's taunts, but Harry didn't want to waste time.

What better way than what Hermione said?

And Harry, who thought of it, immediately ran to the long table in Slytherin.

It wasn't long before breakfast started, and although there were people walking around, there were absolutely no Gryffindors and Slytherins walking around each other.

Harry sprinted from Gryffindor to Slytherin in such a big way that all eyes were on him.

Draco even thought that the scar head was looking for him, and the relationship between them was bad, maybe it wasn't because Harry Potter couldn't bear breakfast and wanted to come here to find trouble.

"Scarhead, you..."

"Snape, come out with me." Harry grabbed Snape's hand without even looking at Draco.

Severus turned to look at Harry, there was no surprise on his face, but it didn't mean promise: "The great Potter doesn't need to eat, but I'm still a mortal."

Regardless of whether this was the so-called Potter's dream or not, Severus would not wrong himself not to eat when he felt hungry.

Draco, who was ignored, was furious.

Harry could only see Snape.Seeing that Snape refused to agree, he leaned closer to Snape, showing a pitiful expression: "Snape, please!"

This was the first time he was cute and begging for help. When Dudley wanted a toy and Petunia refused, he would always cry, make trouble, and hang himself. However, Snape certainly couldn't always do this.After thinking about it, it is better to use the advantage of eyes.

The eyes he inherited from his mother should have weight in Snape's opinion.

The fact was exactly what he thought, and Severus was swayed by his pleading gaze.

Those emerald eyes were pure and with a sly light, making him dazed for a while.

Noticing Snape's wavering, Harry pulled Snape up and ran out.

Shocked the entire Hogwarts hall.

Only Dumbledore still had that invisible and kind smile.

……

"Go ahead." Seeing that he had been brought out, Severus was not pretentious.

"Why do you think you are Snape instead of agreeing with me?" Harry didn't think he was wrong.

"Why do I have to agree with what you say?" Severus asked back.

"But I am the personality with all the memories and independent consciousness. This dream is dominated by me." Harry said.

Severus smiled contemptuously at that.

From Harry's point of view, the smile matched his aquiline nose, which looked ironic and sinister.

"What's so funny!" Harry frowned dissatisfied.

Severus put away his redundant expression and said, "How can you be sure that you are? If you are the master of the dream, then try to shatter the dream, or control who dies right now?"

"Me!" Harry couldn't defend himself.

"You can think that you are you, so why can't I think that I am me?" Severus asked him, the question was so pointed that it seemed to make Harry doubt his own existence.

Harry was anxious: "My memory won't lie to me!"

"Everyone here has their own memories, some more and some less, have their memories deceived them?"

"...those are my memories!"

"What about their behavior?"

"They are formed from the subconscious mind based on the image in my memory. They have memories, but everything about them will not exceed what I gave them." Harry sorted out his thoughts a little bit.

"What about you? Have you ever thought that your memory is actually given to you by the so-called subconscious mind, and you just happen to have more, so you mistakenly think that you are the 'master'. In essence, you and everything here People are no different."

Harry was taken aback by Severus' sharp words, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"I..." Harry's mind was full of thoughts in an instant, "I... If it's like what you said, then aren't you also... aren't you still a part of me?"

"Yeah," Severus softened his tone and looked at Harry less like he was looking at a fool, "Since everything here is yours, why can't you get out? It's only your thought, these I will listen to you, why don't you try?"

Harry didn't expect Snape to say that, and he really didn't think about doing it, he tried a lot of ways to get out of the dream, but he didn't succeed in any of them.

Hadn't he thought about what Snape said?He thought about it.But the situation has not changed at all.

"No, you're not right..."

"There's nothing wrong with what I said," Severus stared at the calm Black Lake with a smirk on his lips, "You just don't want to believe it."

"I didn't!" Harry retorted dryly.

"You have!

"You want to get out of here, but you're not as determined as you think.

"Why do you want to leave while actually wanting to immerse yourself here?"

Harry opened his mouth to say, but Severus didn't let him answer, "You like it here, you like Hogwarts. This is your best memory, where you have friends, respected teachers, happiness and carefree The time outside. The reality outside is cruel, you have lost too much, this dream, even if it is just a dream, you want to sink.

"You pretended to be trying to find a way to leave, and felt anxious, but you still had to find other irrelevant people first, irrelevant to people you knew would not have results."

"You know from Dumbledore that you are coming to me, but don't you really know that I am the most incongruous existence in your dream?

"You noticed me the first time I met you, and you've been looking at me ever since. You're wondering why I'm here, not your mother, or your father..."

"Enough!" Harry covered his ears, he knelt|squatted down, not wanting to hear any more.

Snape's analysis had poked at his innermost thoughts and terrified him.

It seemed that if Snape was allowed to continue, he was about to say something terrible, and Harry had to call out, trying to stop him.

"Not enough." Severus pulled away Harry's hand and put it close to Harry's ear, "Why me? Why a Snape? As your professor, he is dead long ago, and you Parents are the same. But why am I so different in your dream?"

"Stop it..." Harry trembled, his voice broken and fragile.

Severus held Harry in his arms, as if to comfort, but also as if he didn't know what to do.

In his arms, Harry's trembling gradually stopped.

Then, when Harry smelled the scent of medicine on his body, Severus opened his lips in a trance, and whispered in Harry's ear, "You like me."

"——!" Harry opened his eyes wide, unable to say anything.

But in his eyes, this dream quickly shattered.

He woke up.

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