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

Lin Mo waited quietly, without knocking a second time. After a few seconds, the lock on the carriage door opened. Lin Mo pushed the door open and went in, meeting Snape's deep eyes.

"Good morning, Professor." Before Snape could even open his mouth to spray venom, Lin Mo spoke first.

Snape was about to speak, but swallowed his words back. After Lin Mo finished speaking, he said with a gloomy expression, "If Mr. Lin has any brain left, he should know that it's already late."

"Now, your poor Dean is very much hoping that Mr. Lin will move his noble body instead of standing foolishly in the doorway like a troll," Snape said, not giving Lin a chance to interrupt.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo quickly took a large step forward, entered the carriage, and then swiftly closed the door. Seeing Snape's tense demeanor, he couldn't help but touch his nose, savoring the awkwardness of the situation.

"Um... sir, I..." Lin Mo indicated that he didn't know what else to say.

"I should have known better than to secretly say the first thing to him." Lin Mo thought sadly, "This is definitely a tragedy (ಥ_ಥ)"

"Snape doesn't care about your cup of tea or your cup of tea, hahaha, hurry up and coax him, he's unhappy." Changfeng said seriously.

"You call that coaxing? Isn't that just asking for trouble?" Lin Mo had already mentally cursed Changfeng's advice a thousand times for being unreliable while he was just watching the drama unfold, so he could only face it calmly.

"So Mr. Lin's brain has been corrupted by the potion I concocted. Now he can't even speak. I must be deeply guilty." Snape raised an eyebrow, his tone full of sarcasm.

"..." Lin Mo: I'll just stay quiet and not say anything.

"What are you still standing there for, Mr. Lin?" Snape paused, but didn't dare to linger for too long. He felt that the little monster in front of him might really be mentally challenged and thought he was being chased away.

"What can the Potions professor say when you've been disturbed? Sit down," Snape said irritably. He usually heard the professors praise how clever this little troll was, so why did he think the kid was stupid?

"Oh, thank you, sir," Lin Mo said after sitting down. He didn't know why he should say thank you, although he had hardly ever used the word "thank you" in his previous life, but now he seemed to have said it to death in front of Snape.

"Mr. Lin could actually save the money he'd spent on potion ingredients for your poor professor at Christmas and use it to take him to the neurosurgery department at a Muggle hospital," Snape glanced at him.

"There's no need for that." (눈_눈) Lin Mo scratched his head.

"No offense, Xiao Mo, but how come you've changed so much in these two lifetimes? But if you continue like this... actually, I think Snape's words make a lot of sense. If all else fails, I'll have you checked out," Changfeng said in his mind.

"Gun, tui!" Lin Mo didn't want to talk to anyone anymore; he just wanted some peace and quiet.

Snape finally let Lin Mo go, and he continued to look down at a thick book, his expression becoming serious. It was as if he had become a different person, like a jade pendant exuding a restrained and profound charm from within.

Lin Mo looked at Snape, trying to hide his gaze. People like him and Snape were always very perceptive of how others perceived them.

At this moment, Snape no longer exuded a low-pressure aura, no longer emanated a chilling, deliberately contrived coldness, and no longer caused discomfort to outsiders by constantly spraying venom.

Loneliness, indifference, persistence, calmness, pride, gloom, tyranny, inferiority complex... all these complex and contradictory words come together in one person.

Looking at Snape across from him, Lin Mo suddenly thought of a passage: No words can ever truly represent him. The endless mockery and aloof indifference were merely masks he willingly wore. He carried the sins he had imposed upon himself, walking alone and resolutely into the darkness.

Never give up, and always.

Perhaps "never" and "forever" would be a better match, but "always" is more resolute than any other word.

If you didn't have his perseverance for more than ten years, how would you know his persistence? If you didn't have his decisiveness to enter the abyss alone, how would you know his courage? If you didn't have his fearlessness in bearing the infamy, how would you know his loneliness?

What if Lin Mo had experienced all of these things? In the endless years, even if you experience the darkest night, there will always be someone waiting for the same moonlight as you.

It can't get any worse than it is now. Lin Mo always told himself this in his past life.

His thoughts drifted a little away, and Lin Mo suddenly realized that he had been staring at Snape for quite some time. He looked away with a hint of apology.

People like them dislike being watched because they are sensitive to the gaze of others.

Snape turned a page, the faint blue veins on the back of his hand gradually disappearing. Damn little troll, he almost couldn't resist the urge to smash the book over his head to make him look away.

Once things calmed down, Lin Mo also picked up a book to read, turning the entire Potions Professor's private carriage into a study carriage that would leave even Hermione speechless.

Time flew by, and when Lin Mo looked out the window again, they were almost at their stop. He put the book away with a bookmark and gazed out the window.

The weather was somewhat gloomy, with a lingering threat of rain. The distant hornbeams were mostly obscured by the mist, making them difficult to see even with Lin Mo's exceptionally sharp eyesight.

A strange feeling of unease weighed on Lin Mo's heart, and his mood was not good, which also affected the surrounding environment.

Snape glanced at the time, placed the book face down on the table, and leaned back against the sofa-like backrest with his arms crossed.

"What has made the brave and flamboyant Mr. Lin like this?" Snape's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Snape's voice was like a whisper in your ear. He seemed reluctant to waste too much breath on others, so his words were all strung together, yet you could still clearly distinguish each change in tone.

Like a long, ancient melody, low and smooth. Lin Mo turned to look at Snape, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know why, but I feel a bit apprehensive about returning home."

"Feeling apprehensive about returning home? Mr. Lin, you certainly have a good mood." Snape rolled his eyes at Lin Mo, who knows what that little troll was thinking.

Lin Mo's hands were on his lap, and raindrops were hitting the window, gradually changing from a pause to a more urgent symphony.

He looked out the window again. Rainwater slid down the windowsill, making the already blurry scenery outside even more distorted and indistinct. His own reflection in the window was even clearer than what was visible outside.

When thinking, Lin Mo has a habit of rubbing his left hand fingers with his right hand. This little gesture is quite obvious to people who know him well, but he usually doesn't show this habit when outsiders are around, and they don't pay attention to it.

Lin Mo looked out the window, listening to the rain, lost in thought. His fingers unconsciously rubbed together, making him appear unusually silent.

Snape, sitting opposite him, watched but said nothing.

When the train arrived at the station, Lin Boyan was nowhere to be seen on the platform, as they had agreed to meet at the entrance of the Lin Family Manor.

Lin Mo produced two umbrellas from somewhere and handed one to Snape. Snape, who was about to use a spell to mock Lin Mo, saw Lin Mo's expression and said nothing.

Author's ramblings: Countdown to the high school entrance exam, 15 days left in school.