"Yes." Dumbledore looked up and drank another glass of wine.

Snape couldn't believe it:

"Then that boy...that boy...he has to die?"

"Harry will be the bait, the most important part of the plan, he will lead Voldemort into the trap," Dumbledore said.

"After Harry's soul is destroyed, we can completely kill Voldemort."

After a long period of silence, confirming that the principal was not joking, Snape seemed to collapse.

"I thought...for so many years...I thought we were protecting him, for her, for Lily..."

"I am a spy for you, making up lies for you, and risking deadly for you.

You tell me, it's all about keeping Lily Porter's son safe.

Now you say, you raise him like raising a pig to be killed..."

"How touching, Severus." Dumbledore took a few more sips of wine and said in a daze:

"Are you starting to like that boy?"

"Like him?" Snape shouted, "Call the Gods Guard!"

A silver deer popped out of the tip of his staff.

It landed on the floor, jumped gently to the other end of the office, and bumped out of the wooden door.

Dumbledore watched it go away, watching its silver light disappear, then turned to look at Snape with tears in his eyes.

"It's been so long, or is it?"

"It's always been like this," said Snape, tears flowing down the tip of his long hooked nose.

"Severus, I also want Harry to survive, he is not bound to die." Dumbledore comforted:

“As long as Voldemort takes it himself, he will have a chance to survive.

It all depends on Harry himself... Of course, this is my guess..."

"Guess?" Snape roared. "What if you guessed wrong?"

Dumbledore shook his head, but he didn't know whether he would die or he would definitely die... Snape didn't know.

However, the results are all the same.

Snape leaned weakly against the corner of the wall, covering his chest with his hands, and letting out a deep sore roar.

He hates Harry Potter, but why does his chest hurt so much at this moment?

Just like when I heard about Lily's death sixteen years ago?

"Dumbledore, why love... is so painful?"

"Because..." Dumbledore wiped his tears. "It's real."

...

...

When Snape rushed out of the principal's office, he found Harry was still standing in the corridor, passing through the window, as if admiring Hogwarts.

Snape slowed down and didn't know what to say, and Harry suddenly spoke:

"Professor, the patron saint just now is very beautiful...the silver doe is exactly the same as my mother's."

Snape stopped suddenly.

Harry turned around, looked at Snape with his green pupils, and said:

“Professor, I know you don’t like me, and that’s all.

I'm staying here to say apart to you."

Snape stared at Harry in a daze. It was the first time that the two of them looked at each other so calmly.

Harry walked over and hugged the poor middle-aged man for a moment.

Snape unexpectedly did not dodge.

This was the first time someone had hugged him except Lily.

Although he felt his body was stiff, he was also very warm...at least he did not have the repulsion he imagined.

"Be better at everyone, pay attention to personal hygiene, take good care of yourself..." Harry choked:

"I think if my mother is still alive, I hope you will do this."

Harry let go of his arms.

Snape's heart was beating wildly. He suddenly placed his arm on Harry's shoulder and whispered:

"Look at me..."

Harry raised his head, staring at the dark eyes.

"Harry, your eyes are very similar to...your mom."

Snape's voice was very desolate, like... like a wounded deer, who found that the protected deer was about to die, and could only moo and moo while licking the wound.

Harry hugged Snape tightly, and he suddenly felt sorry for the middle-aged man.

On that night sixteen years ago, both of them lost the most important person.

Sixteen years later, Snape will lose another person.

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Chapter completed!