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

The summer breeze was chilled by the sudden rain, and amidst the cacophony of rain, the rustling of the wind through the leaves could be faintly discerned.

Leaving the station, the pedestrians hurried along the road, not seeking shelter from the wind and rain, but unanimously choosing to go home. Perhaps in their hearts, home is the only place that can truly shield them from all storms.

The wind was fierce and the rain was strong. The rain poured down on the person under the umbrella, staining their black robes even darker.

Snape frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Lin Mo walked silently to the side where the wind was blowing, and the two walked side by side. The rain seemed to favor the boy, rather than the boy's figure, which was much taller than him.

With the wind blowing, the umbrella overhead seemed to be of little use, and the raindrops soaked most of the boy's clothes below his chest.

Compared to Lin Mo, who was taller, Snape had much less rain on him.

Snape pursed his lips, looking at Lin Mo's clothes, which were now a shade darker, as if he wanted to say something.

But Lin Mo remained calm and composed, exuding an air of "a bamboo staff and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who cares, let the rain and mist of life take its course."

In fact, Lin Mo didn't mind the blackness of the raindrops at all. He had already been immersed in the black abyss thoroughly enough, and he really didn't mind anymore. He just didn't want the people around him to sink any deeper.

He should have realized long ago that they were already trapped and couldn't get out. He should have realized it sooner... but he still pinned his hopes on the meager candlelight that could keep them warm.

The tears falling from the sky were enormous, yet the chaotic sound of the rain made the world seem exceptionally peaceful, as if only I remained.

The atmosphere was silent as they walked to the vicinity of the Lin family's manor in the suburbs.

"Yu, Ying will be here in five minutes." A man in a dark blue robe strode up to Lin Boyan and Tang Chen at the manor entrance and said, "Mr. Snape is here too."

"Okay, I understand." Lin Boyan nodded, and the man immediately left, disappearing once again into the shadows beneath the mist.

"Have you figured out how to see Xiao Mo? Just based on that one letter of yours?" Lin Boyan turned to look at Tang Chen beside him.

"Xiao Mo understands my handwriting," Tang Chen said earnestly. "He'll get it."

Hearing these confident words, Lin Boyan felt a strange sense of loss, as if his beloved younger brother had been taken away from him. He said sourly, "Xiao Mo is my younger brother."

"Huh?" Tang Chen didn't quite catch Lin Boyan's sudden change of thought, but he keenly sensed the jealousy in Lin Boyan's eyes and understood a bit better.

"Oh, I know." Tang Chen said casually, but in his heart he thought: A younger brother is a younger brother, but it's uncertain who Xiao Mo will be closer to in the end.

Hearing the other person's voice, which seemed somewhat dismissive, Lin Boyan wanted to say something, but he vaguely saw two tall, blurry black figures in the misty rain.

Lin Mo and Snape walked side by side. Lin Mo's excellent eyesight allowed him to see his older brother and the people around him from a distance.

Lin Mo slowed his pace instinctively, somewhat hesitant. Snape noticed the boy's odd behavior and looked over, his gaze carrying a hint of confusion and urging.

"I think Mr. Lin doesn't want your poor Dean to waste any more time traveling, so he can get to the meaningful potion brewing sooner." Snape's first words after getting out of the carriage were still sarcastic.

A sarcastic remark that forcefully pushes everyone around you away.

"...Sorry." Lin Mo opened his mouth, but only managed to utter two words. Yet, those two words seemed to take a great deal of effort, and he caught up with Snape again.

Snape sensed that something was wrong with the boy beside him; those two words echoed in his ears, inexplicably making him feel a tightness in his chest.

When the fog could no longer obscure his vision and emotions due to the close proximity, Lin Mo stopped again.

Snape was getting impatient and wanted to urge him on; after all, for this Potions Master, watching a troublesome little troll return home from Hogwarts had exhausted all his patience.

Moreover, for some reason, Lin Mo's slump also easily affected the brain-sealing master who should have been calm and composed.

There was a moment of stillness in the air, and it seemed as if only the rain sprinkled by the Creator remained in the world.

With his exceptionally keen senses, Snape could clearly feel Lin Mo's body tense. Then, he saw the person beside him transform into a black shadow and dart away.

As he ran, the umbrella caught a slight breeze, slowing the boy's pace. Lin Mo then released the umbrella, completely disregarding the fact that the torrential rain would soak him from head to toe.

The top of the umbrella hit the ground, splashing up rainwater and creating ripples.

Lin Mo quickly approached Lin Boyan and Tang Chen, but he deliberately slowed down in his haste, afraid of bumping into them.

Seeing his younger brother running over, Lin Boyan wisely took a step back and used his hand to brace against Tang Chen's right shoulder from behind.

To prevent his younger brother from bumping into that unreliable guy Tang Chen, and then Tang Chen accidentally falling down and causing his younger brother to fall as well.

As it turned out, Lin Boyan did have to do it. Although Lin Mo slowed down, the moment he embraced Tang Chen still had an impact.

"Brother Ziqin..." Lin Mo's voice was a little hoarse, but it inexplicably carried a hint of grievance that shouldn't have appeared on someone as steady as Mount Tai.

"Xiao Mo..." Tang Chen gently patted Lin Mo's back, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by a gust of air, which was stuck in his throat and made his throat and chest feel sore and achy.

"I'm back," Tang Chen finally overcame the mix of excitement and bittersweet memories of his past life, comforting Lin Mo. "Long time no see, our dear little falcon."

Tang Chen is like a piece of jade carefully polished on a bright platform, warm and smooth, yet possessing a noble character that seems to have been refined over countless years.

"It's so nice to see you again." Lin Mo's voice trembled slightly.

In countless nights of his past life, he often dreamed that Tang Chen died at his hands, his own hands stained with crimson blood... After that, Lin Mo lived a solitary life for the rest of his short life.

Lin Mo dared not face Tang Chen, even though he knew that Tang Chen and his comrades who had sacrificed themselves at his hands would not resent him. But how could he easily let go of himself, let go of his heart that was already riddled with holes, and let go of his shattered soul?

He carried everything on his shoulders and resolutely walked into the abyss, transforming that dark land into a new sky illuminated by sunlight.

For the sake of sacrifice, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky.

"Next time, please don't leave me alone, okay?" Lin Mo's eyes reddened.

"No." Tang Chen wanted to tease Lin Mo, so he refused. But he felt the person hugging him unconsciously tighten their grip, mixed with a bit of panic and fear.

In Tang Chen's eyes, whether it was Lin Mo back then or Lin Mo who has now become a teenager, that teenager should always be so firm, fearless, persistent and calm.

"What I mean is," Tang Chen said, feeling sorry for Lin Mo, and quickly explained, "there will never, ever happen again, I promise you."

"Okay..." Lin Mo nodded gently. He believed it, he believed the belated promise that transcended time and space.

Author's rambling: 11 days until the high school entrance exam. I don't know what happened, but the countdown in my class was wrong before.

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