HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

"Hiss." The blood, which had already congealed and stuck to the fabric of his sleeve, made Lin Mo's voice unconsciously before he could react to Snape's unusually gentle demeanor.

Hearing the sound, Snape looked up and glanced at Lin Mo: "So Mr. Lin does know pain after all. Where were you all this time?"

As soon as he said it, Snape regretted it. He didn't mean to say it, and he ended up hurting the brat in front of him again.

Lin Mo didn't speak, quietly watching Snape, who was being hypocritical, loosen his grip on Lin Mo's right hand, gently pull up the fabric on Lin Mo's right arm with one hand, and carefully cut open Lin Mo's sleeve with the other.

The power of the Divine Sharpness is indeed formidable. Lin Mo's nearly twenty-year-old method of stopping bleeding only slightly reduced the damage. Fortunately, the wound was not very large.

Snape took out his wand, aimed it at the wound, and repeatedly chanted the counter-spell.

The voice, like a whisper, entered Lin Mo's ears. He looked at Snape, who was slightly bent over treating his wounds, and became somewhat distracted.

Lin Mo wondered if he had gone mad. Could it be that being hit by the Divine Shadowless Blade would cause brain damage as a side effect? ​​How could he still think that his dean's voice was pleasant to hear in this injured state?

With Snape's treatment, the wound quickly stopped bleeding and healed.

After repeatedly confirming that Lin Mo's right arm had recovered, with only faint scars remaining, Snape finally relaxed.

Without putting away his wand, Snape cast a cleansing and restoration spell on Lin Mo's robe, which was now stained with blood.

Just as she was about to use the same "Cleanse" technique on Lin Mo's hands, she suddenly remembered the uncomfortable feeling she had experienced after using it on herself, and her movements faltered.

Seeing this, Lin Mo took out a blue handkerchief from his pocket, wet it with wandless magic, and handed it to Snape.

Snape's hands were stained with blood from the treatment he had just received, and Lin Mo wanted Snape to wipe his hands himself.

Looking at the handkerchief handed to him, Snape seemed to misunderstand. He frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, took the handkerchief, grasped Lin Mo's wrist, and wiped the blood off Lin Mo's hand.

Snape stuffed the handkerchief back into Lin Mo's shocked right hand, turned and walked toward the cellar, his wand glowing as he used a cleansing spell on his hands.

Lin Mo tactfully followed, knowing that Snape had something to say to him.

The wooden door was pushed open somewhat violently, and Stone Snake, feeling dizzy and disoriented, rolled his eyes at Lin Mo.

The owner of the cellar had already gone inside and sat on the sofa, while Lin Mo closed the door behind him.

"Why are you rolling your eyes at me? It wasn't me who pushed the door open, it was Mr. Lin who did it," Lin Mo muttered under his breath.

"Hey, you little brat, it's all your fault! Every time you come, I'm doomed," the stone snake said resentfully.

Lin Mo quickly recalled the events and realized that it seemed to be true. Feeling guilty, he slowly closed the door.

"Mr. Lin, what are you standing there for? Did your brain get damaged since you weren't very bright to begin with?" Snape gestured for Lin Mo to sit down, still using his usual Venomous approach.

But this time, Lin Mo sensed something unusual. Why did his dean's tone sound a little off? Was he too angry?

Faced with Lin Mo's puzzled expression, Snape felt an intense hatred for his own inability to speak, even though he was the one who had wronged him.

"...Sit down." Snape managed to utter a normal sentence after a long struggle, using his strong self-control.

Seeing Lin Mo sit down, Snape wanted to apologize, but the words he said came out were different: "If Mr. Lin's brain hadn't been eaten by the trolls, he should know that you shouldn't have protected those little trolls at the end."

"But our duel has already caused a leak of magic, and I'm afraid it will hurt them." Lin Mo vaguely understood what Snape meant, but he also spoke his mind.

"Mr. Lin, didn't you see? That tiny bit of magic is less than one percent of the magic that hit you. There are other students there supporting the protective barrier; it won't hurt them at all!" Snape's tone was somewhat angry.

He was angry that Lin Mo, who was so smart, couldn't tell what was important and what wasn't, and that Lin Mo didn't know how to protect himself properly.

Ultimately, he was still angry at himself for hurting Lin Mo once again.

In fact, Lin Mo was aware of this, but the habit he had developed over the past ten years made him subconsciously protect others, both in his past life and this life.

For many years, Lin Mo has always adhered to this habit. Because his profession and his beliefs tell him that he must never gamble with the safety of innocent people, not even with the slightest possibility.

But how could Lin Mo answer Snape, and how could he answer Snape in this way? He didn't want to increase Snape's anger and guilt.

"I didn't notice," Lin Mo said calmly, admitting his mistake.

"Do you even know the power of the Divine Edge Without Shadow? Didn't I teach you? How dare you risk your life to test it?" Snape felt a tightness in his chest. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for Lin Mo to be seriously injured again because of him.

"Then may I ask, sir, how dare you use a defensive spell to block it without knowing the power of the Greatsword Without Edge?" Snape's words only made Lin Mo angrier.

The attack of the heavy sword, which has no edge, cannot even be defended against by armor. How could his professor dare to easily use a defensive spell to resist it?

Snape could not refute Lin Mo, because he truly did not know the maximum power of the heavy sword without an edge.

"You shouldn't have risked your safety..." because I wasn't worth it. Snape's voice was so soft that even his slight sigh at the end was almost inaudible.

"But the truth is, I knew that sir could heal me, and sir did indeed heal me very quickly." Lin Mo heard the sigh clearly, and he also heard the self-deprecation in Snape's tone.

Lin Mo had never felt that he was enduring torment and pain alone, and he had always mocked himself for it. But now, he felt that this was wrong.

He and Snape are the same kind of people. They shouldn't be like this, because he, Snape, shouldn't be like this.

The scars from my childhood and adolescence have not faded in the slightest, solace has never come, and the pain continues to deepen.

Lin Mo couldn't save his own childhood, nor could he save Snape's past.

Perhaps the wheels of fate were rolling, and they were destined to be this way, but Lin Mo was determined to believe that his arrogance and self-righteousness had plunged the guide in his memory into the abyss once again.