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

"Mr. Snape, I think you no longer consider him your son," Lin Mo said coldly to Tobias, looking at the nearly injured Severus.

"So what? He's my child. What business is it of yours?" Tobia's voice was still vicious, even though he couldn't move his body.

From the abnormality in his own body, he could already guess that the person in front of him was someone with the same identity as that female jinx.

"And what about Miss Prince? Do you treat him like your own son?" Lin Mo turned to ask the numb woman sitting on the ground.

Even in the dim light, Lin Mo could still see that gaunt, pale face, her numb eyes seeming as if her brain had been subjected to an Occlusive surgery. The beautiful and accomplished young lady from Prince, her life now devoid of brilliance.

What kind of thought was that? Lin Mo wondered. Was there hatred? Perhaps she loved Tobias more. But what about Severus, living in such an environment? There was nowhere to escape, nowhere to find solace. All he got was violence and venting, silence and indifference.

Eileen didn't speak; she remained sitting there blankly, seemingly not having heard Lin Mo's words.

Lin Mo's eyes turned cold. In his view, having a crush was not a sign of weakness in love; it was cowardly to give in to someone and even stop loving yourself.

Unrequited love is a form of protection, protecting both parties; giving in is giving up, giving up on oneself.

(Therefore, Lin Mo never considered Snape to be a coward in matters of the heart; in this respect, Snape was at least better than his mother.)

"Severus, do you still want to stay here?" Lin Mo looked down at the thin, self-conscious, sensitive, and fragile little boy, his eyes filled with heartache. The figures beneath his gaze overlapped one another, and he seemed to see his younger self in them.

You will eventually be invincible, but if the price of growth must be a mixture of pain, numbness and death, I would rather shield you from ten times the suffering, just so that you can live a peaceful and joyful life like an ordinary person.

Changfeng was completely stunned. He seriously doubted that the simpleton he had found was the spy king mentioned in the intelligence report.

Although Snape had been suppressing his feelings in this environment for a long time, he couldn't just leave with you like this. Changfeng was anxious.

Could that damned guy even influence these things? I guess I'll have to talk to my brother about it. Changfeng thought to himself, but he didn't stop. Gray light flowed from Changfeng's fingertips and entered Snape's body in a way that no one could see.

Time might be a little short, but that's okay, let's make some changes first. Changfeng thought this, and that's what he did.

Snape didn't know why this stranger knew his name, but he knew that his life couldn't be any worse than his current one, so for some reason, his inner voice led him to shake his head.

"Then would you like to come with me?" Lin Mo asked directly, but he was eager to take Snape away from this place that had no humanity whatsoever.

The little head turned to look at his mother, but Snape couldn't sense a single emotion in Irene's eyes. Then, his last remaining illusion, which should have vanished by then, shattered along with his numb face.

Snape did not look at his own father, because he had long been disappointed by countless experiences in the past. While others enjoyed the love of their parents, he suffered his mother's cold treatment and his father's beatings and scoldings.

Finally, his gaze settled on Lin Mo, his eyes meeting Lin Mo's, and he said earnestly, "Yes, sir."

Upon hearing Snape's reply, a hint of a smile finally appeared in Lin Mo's eyes, seemingly...sincere. He raised his right arm, opened his previously half-clenched palm, and the blue origami crane vigorously flapped its wings and flew towards little Snape.

Bathed in the light shining from the doorway, the blue origami crane, with a touch of red on its head, seemed to carry all the beauty and hope as it rushed toward the boy standing in the darkness.

At that moment, Snape felt that the origami crane brought not only the crane itself, but also light. Instinct told him that if he caught the origami crane, he would be just a hair's breadth away from escaping the darkness.

Snape swore he had never seen such a dazzling light, nor had he seen it again in the nearly twenty years that followed.

Little Severus held the origami crane with a red top in his hands. Lin Mo strode over to Snape, took his little hand, and led him outside.

"No, you can't just take him away like that!" Tobias roared. In fact, Lin Mo didn't think Tobias was so angry because Snape was his son, but because he had lost someone who could work and take a beating.

Lin Mo gave him a cold look, his magic surged in his hand, and a bag that had been shrunk by a shrinking spell appeared. He placed it on the ground, waved his hand to break the spell, and opened the bag, which was full of pounds.

"Mr. Snape, is that enough? Unless Severus comes looking for you again, please don't bother him anymore." Lin Mo waved his hand to dispel the petrification spell, and watched Tobias's next move with a blank expression.

Tobias felt his body regain control and immediately rushed to the bag full of pounds, nodding as he checked its authenticity: "Yes, yes, let's go."

Lin Mo could clearly feel the little hand he was holding tighten slightly, and he quickly looked down at the little boy. Lin Mo gently shook Little Siever's hand reassuringly: "It's okay, let's go."

Snape suppressed the complex emotions surging within him and walked out of this place that he hated and was saddened by with Lin Mo, pretending to be nonchalant. Hundreds and thousands of disappointments had made him lose all desire to be here.

Moreover, it seemed as if something in her heart was pulling her away.

Lin Mo looked carefully at the snow that had started to fall outside, and then at Snape's thin clothes. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. Just now, in the dim light, Lin Mo hadn't seen that Snape's pale face was red from the cold.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. How could anyone here take care of the well-being of this child whom they consider dispensable?

Lin Mo thought for a moment, then took off his own robe and draped it over Snape's shoulders. Magic flowed between his fingers, shrinking the robe until it fit Snape perfectly.

Lin Mo rubbed his hands together to make his palms warmer, then opened them and covered Snape's face, trying to warm the child up.

Soon, after confirming that Snape's body temperature had gradually returned to normal, Lin Mo cast a warming spell on him, then took Snape's little hand and walked out the door.

As soon as he stepped outside, Lin Mo sensed something was wrong. Although Snape was trying his best to suppress his physical instincts, Lin Mo could still feel that the little figure beside him was walking with great difficulty. He observed him discreetly for two seconds and immediately noticed.

Snape's leg was injured, making walking difficult. Thinking of Snape's patience, he frowned and looked at Little Severus. Snape seemed to sense his gaze, looked up, saw this, and immediately lowered his head again, quickening his pace to appear unharmed.

Lin Mo stopped, released Snape's hand, and picked him up. Snape groaned softly at his movement, a sound that reflected both pain and surprise.

Now Lin Mo knew perfectly well that Snape had injured his knee, which was why he couldn't carry him on his back or hug him directly.

Lin Mo put Snape down. Snape stiffened, thinking he had done something wrong again. He didn't dare to move and looked down at the snow-covered ground.

Seemingly not wanting to see Snape so cautious, Lin Mo put one arm around Snape's shoulder and the other behind Snape's knee, then turned and gently picked up the child in a princess carry.

Amid Snape's panicked gaze, Lin Mo's voice was deep and firm, inspiring a sense of reliance: "I'm sorry, Severus, I'm sorry."

Sorry, Severus, I'm late.

Snape, with a slightly puzzled look, tilted his head and secretly glanced at Lin Mo's face.

Although Mr. Snape, who later became a Potions Master, was only seven years old at the time, he really didn't understand why Lin Mo apologized, let alone the deep respect that Lin Mo implied in his words, even though it was just a feeling about what the future Snape had done.

Lin Mo carried Snape, walking step by step towards the manor. Little Severus could feel Lin Mo's warm, strong arms in the snow and smell the faint fragrance emanating from him.

It's not an overpowering fragrance, nor is it a sweet floral scent. It's a calm yet resolute feeling, a warm and comforting yet gentle elegance.

After his family went bankrupt and his father became an alcoholic, Snape had never felt protected, cared for, or relied upon again.

The warmth made his eyelids grow heavier and heavier. He curled up in Lin Mo's arms, wanting to rely on Lin Mo. After feeling an unprecedented sense of security, he finally relaxed and closed his eyes.

Lin Mo felt the baby's breathing gradually become longer and more even in his arms, and a smile spread across his face. He seemed happy to be relied on, or perhaps happy that Little Sief agreed to leave with him.

With Snape in his arms, within reach, Lin Mo had never felt so at ease.

"My little divinity," Lin Mo murmured in a deep voice. Little Snape seemed to sense something and snuggled closer to Lin Mo.

The snow kept falling. Lin Mo held Snape in his arms to keep the little child warm, and every now and then he would look down at the little face carefully.

One person sees the other as an unattainable light guiding their life, while the other, in the darkness, yearns for the light the other brings.

Author's rambling: This isn't puppy love among minors; it's really not love right now. (ಥ_ಥ)

There's a reason why the S Church agreed to leave so quickly. It's all foreshadowing. The events surrounding Chaos, Xiao Mo's time travel, and Chang Feng's appearance are all my own ideas, which will be explained later.