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

As the sound faded, Lin Mo and Harry were enveloped in a golden protective membrane.

"Harry, the time has come." Lin Mo said, automatically sharing half of his magic to protect Harry. Harry ran up and covered Voldemort's face with his hands.

"Ah!~" A mournful cry rang out, and Voldemort's magic began to surge erratically and erratically.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Lin Mo quickly diverted some of his magic to protect Harry.

Finally, Voldemort's attack broke through Lin Mo's defenses. A sharp, bone-deep pain shot into his brain, and Quirrell's body collapsed, disappearing in a puff of smoke. Harry, too, had collapsed from exhaustion after using what Dumbledore called the "power of love."

The violent magic had not completely dissipated. Lin Mo, who had been subjected to the Crucifixion Curse, was trembling uncontrollably and his face was pale. He was thinking about how Snape had survived his life in the past.

Lin Mo glanced at the time; an hour had passed since he listened to Quirrell's nonsense. The professors should be arriving soon. He breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to relax for a moment.

Just as Lin Mo was feeling somewhat dazed and his eyelids began to droop, he seemed to vaguely see a male sorcerer in a black robe walking in quickly.

Knowing that the visitor was Snape, Lin Mo fell into a deep sleep, feeling relieved.

……

—Snape's Perspective—

I left that brat Mo in the cellar, hoping he could safely get through this period of school life. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. When I got back, that troublemaker had run away, and the rope was still safely placed on the sofa.

I waited anxiously for a long time, but Mo still hadn't returned. Damn it, it's all that old bee's fault! He made these professors wait until a student came seeking help before they could go to the location of the Philosopher's Stone.

Ha, how ridiculous! A great white mage of his generation would actually risk the lives of others in order to complete the task of forging a savior.

Thankfully, Merlin blessed me, and after a long wait, I finally received the message from Draco. God knows how anxious and panicked I was. At that moment, my mind stopped focusing on the savior and instead hoped that the brat would be safe and sound.

Finally, I've arrived at the last place. That damn little monster... the Heart-Rending Bone-Cutting Technique?!

God knows how much I want to curse right now; you can imagine the chill emanating from me. Damn it… does he really think he's the best in the world? How dare he charge forward so recklessly?

Without thinking twice, I crouched down, picked him up in my arms, and used the Levitation Charm to take Harry away.

It feels like so many years have passed. I'm surprised to see how strong the boy in my arms is. It seems like only yesterday he was the same thin boy I first met. Without realizing it, he's grown up.

For some reason, my thoughts are a jumbled mess. The person in my arms is very tall, so tall that I don't need to look down much to see his face, but it's not easy to hold him.

It's good to grow taller. I hope you'll be taller than me soon and be able to protect yourself.

I started muttering to myself, something I never expected. I never imagined I would actually think about such things, that I would actually pay attention to and sincerely wish well to a little brat who always causes me trouble.

Just like how Mo sincerely wished that I could always experience the warmth of the world.

I guess I came here with barely concealed anger, but Mo, like his eyes, instantly extinguished the fire in my heart.

Just that one second before he fainted and looked into my eyes was enough. It was enough to prevent me from being angry, and enough to terrify me, to terrify that he would be gone forever, just like the light that once was.

Even though I knew he would be fine, I subconsciously thought the worst.

I don't know why, but I can only tell myself countless times that I should stay away from him. I know very well how dark a person I am, so I don't want to taint the people who get close to me.

The silence that followed was the first ray of light in my dark world, so dazzling. But I, who was bathed in this sunlight, have the right to say that this light did not make me feel like I had nowhere to hide. On the contrary, it made my dark and broken soul feel a warmth that was not scorching, like clear stream water under the sun.

The person in my arms always reminds me of the silence of the past.

When I saw him fall to the ground, I no longer cared about any savior; my gaze and worry were uncontrollably directed at Mo.

What am I afraid of? Let me guess.

Perhaps I'm afraid that from now on no one will call me "sir" seriously anymore.

Perhaps I'm afraid that in the future, no one will trust me so firmly anymore.

Perhaps I fear that someone like me won't even have the final chance to experience the light.

Perhaps I'm afraid that no one will be foolish enough to send me origami cranes along with gifts anymore.

Only two beams of light truly entered my life. One was the origami crane with a red top, which, carrying the most beautiful light of the world, flew without hesitation to the creator of my origami crane.

The other one was a little devil with those clear, innocent blue-gray eyes. But he came at the wrong time; I don't need redemption.

As for Lily, I may not have considered her as my guiding light. Lily's light shines on that damned Potter, not on me, so I never thought of fighting for her.

The light that truly shone upon me shone upon me without hesitation, without the slightest doubt, and I did not flinch.

I've already lost my light once, and I dare not hurt anyone again.

I know perfectly well that his light is for everyone, but even if only a sliver of light shines into my darkness, I will cherish it as a treasure.

I treated him as an old friend and took him seriously.

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish him from someone I've met before...

I know this is unfair to him, but... just for a little while, let me relax my nerves that have been tense for more than ten years.

Perhaps I am not worthy to be a spy, because even though I know I am in the dark, I still hope that there will be light to illuminate my path.

Although I cannot reach it, my heart yearns for it.

A——L——W——A——Y——S

After carrying Lin Mo out, Snape encountered Draco waiting outside. Seeing Harry floating, Draco wanted to catch him, but dared not approach due to the extremely low pressure surrounding Snape.

With a gloomy expression, Snape finally managed to look away; he really didn't want the person in his arms to slip away from his sight for even a second.

He knew all too well that he had lost every single ray of light that had ever shone upon him.

Snape gave Harry and Draco a look, then his deep, hoarse voice said, "The Savior is yours. Take him to the Hospital Wing."

"Alright, Godfather." Draco took Harry with a worried look on his face, glanced at Lin Mo, and still chose to trust his godfather's abilities, struggling to keep up with Snape's pace.

The two men carried the two of them horizontally, finally reaching the medical wing. Mrs. Pomfrey saw them and quickly came over to check on them.

"Oh my god, what happened... poor children, it's the Cruciatus Curse! I told Albus a long time ago not to let him encourage the children to be warriors!" Madam Pomfrey said as she hurriedly helped Harry and Lin Mo to their respective beds.

Moreover, because Lin Mo's injuries appeared to be more severe, he was assigned to a private room.

"Severus, please take this child inside. I'll go check on the other child first." Madam Pomfrey originally wanted to check on Lin Mo first, but she changed her mind when she saw Snape holding Lin Mo.

"Hmm." Snape said coldly, without saying anything more, and turned to go into the house with Lin Mo in his arms.

……

small theater:

Snape: Though I cannot reach it, my heart yearns for it.

Lin Mo: What you keep in mind will surely resonate.

Author's rambling: Finish the fight in one minute, don't let Voldemort steal the spotlight. (｢･ω･)｢Hey

Actually, a large part of the reason Si Jiao treated Lin Mo so well was because he regarded Lin Mo as an old friend; otherwise, given his personality, he would never have acted this way so quickly.

No one can know the exact status of Lin Mo in the hearts of the Sculptor from the very beginning, just as no one knows that a rare and exceptional Akhal-Teke horse was truly discovered by its discerning owner, just as no one knows that someone who thought he would spend his life in darkness was protected by someone and brought into the most beautiful sunlight in the world.

So the reason why the teacher was so attentive and gentle to a little monster who, in his eyes, was no different from other students except for the fact that he often caused him trouble, was initially because of Xiao Mo.

But it should be noted that Xiao Mo's eyes are the only difference between his identity before and after he changed his identity. From the moment the Sculpture stopped rejecting those different eyes, everything will slowly begin to change.

However, I think I was a bit too hasty. After the first academic year, their interactions will reflect their original personalities more.

The current state of the church is affected by other factors, which will be explained later, so our main concern is that they are being monitored.

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Finally, I'm so annoyed. I don't want to do my homework, but I want to do more practice problems (눈_눈)