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

(No love, no love, no love; it's not puppy love.)

The door closed, and Snape's deep black eyes finally revealed undisguised panic and worry. He truly didn't want to lose the last glimmer of light. Like a survivor of a tsunami clinging desperately to the last piece of driftwood on a vast, endless sea.

Snape's magic surged, causing the blanket to float up. He then bent down and placed Lin Mo on the bed, finally covering the child with the blanket. The pristine white blanket made Lin Mo appear even weaker and more ethereal, as if he were about to vanish from this world.

Gazing at the child with his eyes closed, Snape suddenly had this thought. For a moment, he couldn't resist the urge to grab Lin Mo's hand, wanting to make himself aware of the other's presence.

His large hand suddenly moved forward but then stopped, his delicate hand, honed by years of making potions, trembled slightly involuntarily.

The second hand of the clock on the wall ticked away, clearly visible in the quiet environment. Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet everything seemed unchanged.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Snape turned to look. Draco's little head popped in from outside the door, and when he saw Snape, he immediately straightened his back and tried to walk in as gracefully as possible.

"Godfather... it seems like Ink has some soothing agent in his pocket." Draco quickly offered a helpful reminder when he saw that Snape wasn't in the mood to criticize him.

Snape glanced at Draco, then bent down and lifted a corner of the blanket to search for potions on Lin Mo's body.

There was no soothing agent Draco had mentioned in the school uniform pocket, but Snape found a small box containing Lin Mo's self-made "sugar cubes." Snape held the box in his hand, shook it gently, understood, made a mental note, and then put it back.

After Snape's search, he successfully found two bottles of sedatives that Lin Mo had carefully hidden under the front of his clothes.

After finding the potion, Snape stared blankly at Lin Mocang's location for a moment, then composed himself, his eyes becoming empty again.

He walked up to Draco and handed the dragon a bottle: "Take this and give it to that foolish, arrogant lion."

Draco quickly took the tranquilizer, his eyes wide with surprise. Judging from the scene, the Godfather seemed to know that Mo had taken the tranquilizer. How had Mo managed that? Many questions popped into Draco's little head, but remembering that Harry was still unconscious, he could only stop thinking about it.

"Thank you, Godfather. I'll be going now." Draco said, and seeing Snape nod, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Snape glanced at the sedative in his hand, then at the unconscious Lin Mo. He moved a few steps closer to the bed, opened the potion bottle, and gently lifted Lin Mo's head from the back with his left hand.

The boy seemed to dislike physical contact, slightly shifting his head as if trying to break free, his brow furrowing slightly. Snape, seeing this, pursed his lips, but could only sit on the edge of the bed, encircling most of the boy's upper body in his arms. (Taking medication, don't overthink it (ಥ㉨ಥ) )

Even he himself was shocked by his own actions. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be treating this brat very differently, very differently. But when he saw Lin Mo's face, Snape understood. He attributed it all to the resemblance between Lin Mo and an old friend.

Lin Mo smelled the faint bitter yet reassuring scent emanating from Snape. His brows gradually relaxed, and he lay quietly in Snape's arms, no longer moving around.

Seeing the child's instinctive reaction, Snape's originally gloomy face softened considerably. He held the remedy to Lin Mo's lips with his right hand, gently pried open Lin Mo's mouth with the corner of the bottle, and slowly poured it in.

The unconscious Lin Mo was much less wary. Perhaps the familiar scent made his subconscious know that he didn't need to be too defensive towards the person beside him. So, like a real child, he murmured, "Bitter..."

Snape didn't hear clearly, or perhaps because he didn't quite believe that the boy in front of him would really show such a childlike nature, so he moved a little closer.

Lin Mo didn't say anything more. Even though he felt bitter, his inherent forbearance made him appear more mature and composed.

Snape had no choice but to pour the entire potion into the child's mouth. He placed the empty bottle on the table beside him and, with a touch of magic in his right hand, smoothed the potion down Lin Mo's chest.

However, Snape did not feel the smooth flow of magic he had imagined. He clearly sensed another powerful force surging chaotically within Lin Mo's body.

Knowing that the child in his arms had suffered the Crucifixion Curse, Snape quickly guessed the reason, and his heart, which had just calmed down, was in turmoil again.

Snape's extensive experience allowed him to quickly make the right judgment. He placed his large hand on Lin Mo's chest, intending to transfer magic power, but his hand was stopped just before it touched Lin Mo's heart.

The feeble attempt to block him, along with the slightly cold hand, successfully stopped Snape's movements.

Rather than being unconscious, Lin Mo was more like being trapped in a dream, unable to wake up. He had a weak reaction, but could not wake up.

Lin Mo was a special agent, a spy. He never allowed anyone to get close to any part of his body that could be fatal to him, no one. So even Snape, Lin Mo's subconscious still kept him at bay.

"Don't...don't come near me..." Lin Mo's voice was hoarse as he mumbled a sentence, but he still didn't wake up.

Upon hearing this, Snape couldn't help but imagine the near future, when the child in his arms, knowing he was a filthy Death Eater, would stop clinging to him, even distance himself, and openly express his disgust, saying the same things, or even more hurtful things.

Snape's breath hitched, a lump forming in his throat. He cursed inwardly: Damn it, what are you thinking? Isn't his wariness and distance exactly what you wanted? Why are you upset?

Even as he inwardly berated himself, Snape still treated Lin Mo with an unbelievable gentleness. He tried to calm himself, saying, "Be good, don't stop me, I won't hurt you..." His voice was low, yet seemed to carry a soothing, almost seductive quality. (No romance, I'm crying my eyes out.)

Why he acted this way, so unlike his own personality, towards the boy in his arms, he himself didn't know.

He felt a little irritated, annoyed by his own inexplicable kindness towards this little giant.

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape clearly felt the child's already weak resistance gradually disappear. Finally, he was able to place his hand on Lin Mo's heart, a place that Lin Mo never allowed anyone to touch.

With each heartbeat, magic flowed through Lin Mo's bloodstream to his limbs and bones, calming the previously turbulent magic and gradually restoring it to normal.

Feeling the boy's strong heartbeat, Snape felt as if he himself had come back to life, and his anxiety, which had been building all day, finally subsided.

For the first time, he clearly realized how reassuring it was to feel someone's pulse.

Snape put the boy down, stood up, covered the child with the blanket, and carefully tucked the corners of the blanket in. He was about to turn and leave when his gaze fell on Lin Mo.

He sighed softly, reached out and gently pressed Lin Mo's hair down, muttering to himself, "Little troublemaker..."

He then turned and left. The moment he stepped out the door, Snape reverted to his usual invincible, stern, aloof, sharp-tongued, and solitary Potions Professor.

After exchanging a few words with Madam Pomfrey, he returned to the cellar to prepare a healing potion.

Author's note: To be honest, Snape's treatment of Murder was instinctively different; he could treat Murder in a way that was completely unlike his usual self. Because in Snape's heart, Murder was special, something different.

But for Lin Mo, Snape did initially have the idea of ​​treating him as someone else.

However, this idea will gradually change.

Forced by the well-known unfortunate circumstances, I'll add one more thing: I really, really, really don't have love right now. I mean, is it possible that right now it's still the same old love and care between elders and juniors, even though Xiao Mo and Si Jiao are peers?

Also, it's not that Xiao Mo is too bad, it's just that our good-hearted Chang Feng wanted to watch the show. Yes, yes, the parts that don't make sense are all the work of Chang Feng, the bystander.