Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 748 Sweet Memories

"What's that?" Moody was about to draw his wand when he was stopped by the agile Harry.

Harry quickly explained, "That's Colin. He always likes to take pictures of me."

Ginny nodded, "This is normal for Colin. He is the president and founder of Harry's fan club!"

"Now brat!" Moody put away his wand.

He took a sip of the brandy he had brought with him.

He turned around and followed the group towards the Gryffindor tower.

So were the people watching.

Only Colin was left standing there holding the camera.

The time is 4:.

On the 5th floor of Hogwarts, in the empty room that was applied for and used as the base of the Harry Potter Club.

Colin was flipping through the newspaper frantically. "No! The Parseltongue hero of the Order of the Phoenix - Caradoc Dearborn?
Not this issue.

Dorcas Meadows, the genius witch who narrowly defeated the Dark Lord.

Nor is it.

The second leader of the Order of the Phoenix - Edgar Bones?
Not yet.

Got it!

The twin stars of Gryffindor who illuminate the darkness - Mr. and Mrs. Potter!"

Colin took out the photo he had just taken - it was in a different direction from Harry and the others, but on the left side of the photo, a red-haired girl's profile was revealed under a plain blue robe with a hood.

"Exactly the same! The hemorrhoids on the left side of the nose are in the same position!"

Colin took out the parchment and began to write and draw.

Suddenly he became a different person, a neat and young Professor Snape.

And the girl who suddenly appeared next to him, the intimacy between this girl and Harry Potter, the special treatment that the not-jealous Professor Ginny Snape gave to Harry and Dudley, and the familiarity between this girl and the members of the Resurrection Stone.

"Then there is only one answer!

Lily Potter is not dead!
Or maybe she was cursed and has been sleeping ever since, and only woke up recently."

On the parchment, lines were connected one after another, pointing to the guess in the middle.

"In that case, perhaps Harry's mother should now be called Lily Snape?

Professor Snape changed himself because of her.

wrong!

This can't be spread!

Harry must be upset, his mother remarried. "Colin muttered, crumpled the photo and parchment into a ball, then waved his wand, "tear into pieces!"

Guided by the magic wand, the debris flew automatically to the wastebasket next to the desk as if it had a soul.

However, what Colin didn't notice was that a cowering figure crawled out of the cupboard in the corner.

"finally!
I finally found Harry Potter's black spot!
My efforts are worth it!
Damn Dudley! Look how I destroy your favorite cousin!" This person is Zacharias Smith.

He was so excited that he didn't even give himself time to stand up. He used all four limbs to crawl to the trash can.

"Restored to its original state!" Zacharias laughed and took out the intact photos and parchment from the wastebasket. "You are indeed a Muggle-born wizard! Don't you know that besides the Vanishing Spell, only the Fire Spell can best remove the traces?"

He looked at the information he had finally obtained and said, "It's actually true! Hehehe!

You will regret it! Harry Potter!

How dare you snatch the position of warrior from the great Hufflepuff descendant!
And you let your cousin target me all day long!"

On the other side, Lily had arrived at the last house on Spider's End Alley.

"While Snape is working in his office,

I need to move faster.

If I remember correctly, the combination to Severus's magic lock should be "shooting star." As the word sounded, the door opened.

Lily stood in front of the door, memories of the past flooding back.

It was a sunny day. In the corner of the library.

There she and the still young Snape planned everything for the future.

The glossy black cover of How to Protect Your House shone in the sunlight like Snape's long, straight, greasy hair hanging flat on the table.

At that time, it was because of the existence of Madam Pince.

The library is the only place besides the classroom where the two can spend time together peacefully without being disturbed.

Snape opened the book and handed it to her.

"In our country, there are many terrible beasts and monsters. But fortunately, most of them do not understand writing and cannot speak.

Therefore, in order to protect their families and properties, many protective magics were born that could only be solved by knowing words and speaking (Snape wrote a note here: This is an error. Even if these two points are not met, powerful magic can still be used to destroy it. It's just more difficult.).

They organized the invasion of wild beasts and monsters very well.

Our next generation can also grow better.

The magic lock is undoubtedly the simplest and best of all the magic to protect the mansion.

It uses a spell that only the owner knows as the key. The fewer people who know the spell, the stronger the magic will be." Lily read word by word.

Beside her, Snape whispered, "I've thought about it a long time ago.

I will use the house in Spinner's End as our base in the Muggle world.

I will perform the magic lock there.

The password is: meteor.

The name of the playground where we first met. "

“But wouldn’t this be easily leaked?

That amusement park has been abandoned.

But its sign is still there.

If someone uses the exhaustive method to test it by combining our shared memories.

Not sooner or later"

"Shh! Can you say the word meteor?" Snape waved his wand, "Hidden in sound!"

His wand flashed a blue light. "I modified the magic. My wand will register your voice."

"Meteor." Lily whispered, and then she asked curiously: "What does this do?"

“From now on, unless I knock on the door with my magic wand, the magic lock will not open until you say the password.

Only you," said Snape.

Lily still remembers what he looked like at that time.

His deep black eyes seemed to sparkle with a blazing fire.

Staring at her.

For the first time, color appeared on the pale face.

"This magic is still there." Lily whispered to herself.

It seems like I am talking to myself from more than ten years ago.

The layout of the house seems to have remained unchanged.

Driven by memory, she walked quickly across the small living room.

She started walking upstairs to the room that belonged to her.

Soon, she arrived at the door.

The door was mottled pink with tacky paint.

Very uneven.

Just like more than ten years ago, it seemed that the wind of time had not blown at the door at all.

There was a small sign on the door, with playful handwritten letters that she could recite even without reading:
Without my express permission
No Entry
Especially Snape (smiley face)
Lily Snape (Scratch) Evans
(End of this chapter)