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

My mind was at peace; the wind at high altitude made me clear-headed and calm, and even the shadows under the moonlight seemed to stretch out.

The moonlight had already begun to shine. Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, stood quietly for a moment, then turned and quickly left.

In that instant, he reverted to the gentle and friendly demeanor he presented to outsiders, concealing the turbulent emotions raging within him. In that moment, he hid his loneliness and pain, and no one could see the raw, bloody scars on his heart anymore.

This time, Lin Mo walked very fast, with the same pace as Snape, as if he were moving forward resolutely, regardless of all difficulties and obstacles.

Under the moonlight, peace returns...

A——L——W——A——Y——S

Hogwarts Castle was brightly lit, but the Slytherin area felt out of place, especially the cellar where the Slytherin boss was located, which was particularly cold and stuffy.

The stone snake at the cellar entrance is now staring at the "uninvited guest" at the door, and Lin Mo is just staring at it with wide eyes.

Lin Mo hadn't figured out what to say once he went in, so he spent the time outside brainstorming and organizing his thoughts.

However, some people—no, some snakes—don't have that awareness or brain. "Squeak~" The door opened; it was the stone snake's masterpiece.

"Is this thing crazy...? Seriously, it's beyond words →_→" Lin Mo and Chang Feng complained, while giving the stone snake a threatening look.

The stone snake trembled: No, what did I do now? Didn't you ask me to open the door for you last time? If you didn't want to go in, why have you been standing outside for so long? (ಥ_ಥ)

"6, isn't this a total trap for you? Hurry up and go in, Xiao Mo, I want to watch the show, hahaha." Changfeng replied casually, but he felt a little uncomfortable inside.

He feared Lin Mo would be trapped in his past life and unwilling to leave, but Lin Mo's current state worried him even more. What kind of experience must someone have gone through to be able to immediately conceal extreme pain and display flawless joy in front of others?

Changfeng didn't know the details of Lin Mo's past life, so he couldn't rest easy. Of course, even if he did know... he would be even less at ease.

"Get in here." Snape slammed the book he was holding face down on the table.

When the door opened, Snape saw the stone snake's lifeless expression and roughly guessed who had come.

"Beautiful! Do you think I'm happy? :("

"Hehe, you're not happy? Not necessarily." |ω・）

"Sir." Lin Mo glared at the stone snake one last time before stepping inside.

"Why is Mr. Lin here in my cold, dark cellar instead of enjoying the last dinner of his first year in the Great Hall?" Snape asked with a hint of inquiry.

"Don't mention thanks. These are things your poor Potions professors, whose rest time is squeezed out, don't want to do but have to do." Perhaps guessing Lin Mo's purpose, Snape raised an eyebrow and said.

"Well... it's not entirely because of that." Lin Mo unconsciously brushed the fingers of his left hand.

"Hmm?" Snape leaned back in his chair, signaling Lin Mo to continue.

"I know you don't want me involved in this Philosopher's Stone incident, thank you for your concern." Lin Mo felt increasingly embarrassed as he spoke, inwardly cursing the stone snake at the door for its lack of tact.

Stone Snake: No, brother, I saw it was a snake, made of stone. What more could you want from it?

Snape nearly laughed in exasperation: "So Mr. Lin knows what you mean by 'your busy and painstakingly working headmaster,' huh?"

"So Mr. Lin specifically stepped forward to be the hero in this situation where everyone is praising him?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what Slytherin is. We have never cared for, and even hate, the title of champion."

"My suspicions that the Sorting Hat is getting old and blind are growing stronger. Shouldn't Mr. Lin have been sorted into Gryffindor?" Snape launched into a tirade.

"No, sir," Lin Mo's expression became slightly more serious, "Some things need to be done, and besides, Slytherin has always treated their chosen friends with sincerity."

"So why does it have to be you? Mr. Lin, isn't it all for the feeling of being admired by thousands, or do you think the matter of the savior needs a freshman like you to worry about?" Snape frowned.

"Sir, I think someone has to do this, but if I do it, others won't have to risk their lives."

"As the professor said, this is Harry's business and should be resolved by us, his peers. But does the professor really think that Harry and his friends, who have just come into contact with magic, are capable of facing Voldemort? I'm afraid even four children like Draco, who have been exposed to magic for several years, are not qualified." Lin Mo changed his form of address from "sir" to "professor".

This is the difference between Snape's private relationship with Lin Mo and their relationship during the Philosopher's Stone incident, and it also reflects the difference in their responsibilities.

Snape noticed this, but he probably didn't think so; he just thought the little troublemaker was being difficult.

"Very well, since Mr. Lin is so capable, there's no need for him to come to Hogwarts for his education."

"Have you become so arrogant that you think your abilities are more useful than the decisions of a group of professors?" Snape's words were tinged with anger.

Damn little troll, was his brain destroyed by corrosive agent?

Snape felt inexplicably irritated; the image of his old friend made him unconsciously want to keep the boy away from the game.

"Sir, I didn't mean that..." Lin Mo sighed softly.

He didn't need to explain, but he still took the initiative to back down, "But... I always think, if I encounter some thorns, can others suffer less unnecessary hardship?"

"Who does Mr. Lin think he is? Can you help them for the rest of their lives?" Snape also calmed down, realizing that he always lost control of his emotions when facing this child.

"Of course not," Lin Mo replied.

Therefore, in his previous life, he and countless comrades chose to completely eradicate the source of the dark forces. Darkness has always existed, for where there is light, there is shadow.

They all knew this, yet they were still willing to give everything, including their lives, for it. Darkness could exist, but it could not harm the people they protected; this was a principle, a bottom line from which they could not back down.

"Forget it, your poor headmaster never expected your troll brain to be able to figure it out anyway." Snape saw that although Lin Mo said this, he clearly still insisted on his own ideas.

Snape didn't bother arguing any further; he wasn't one to care about other people's business. He only reminded the boy repeatedly because of his appearance, he told himself.

"I'm sorry, sir. No matter what, I've troubled you." Lin Mo bowed slightly.

"Actually, Mr. Lin, there's no need for this. I'm not that free. If I weren't worried that you might die from a moment of recklessness, I might get into trouble with the Ministry of Magic for a while, and I wouldn't have done this."

Before Lin Mo could speak, Snape continued, "However, since Mr. Lin thinks this way, I should also echo him. But isn't a mere apology too simplistic?"

Lin Mo ignored Snape's deliberate mockery and retaliation, and nodded.

"Okay..." Snape said, standing up and walking into a room.

A moment later, Snape came out with a cup in his hand, filled with wine, and a faint trace of magic emanated from the wine.

The poor Potions professor has to keep an extra watch over the little troll lately, and he really can't think of a way to get some revenge without hurting the troublesome creature.

"Since Mr. Lin is so willing to learn from those foolish lions, do you have the courage to drink this glass of wine?" Snape handed him the glass.

Lin Mo took the glass, quickly and discreetly checked it, and after confirming that the magic was a potion Snape had put in it to prevent him from getting drunk, and that the wine was also fine, he raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.