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

Well, Snape stared at the wardrobe overflowing with all sorts of clothes and fell into deep thought. (His dreaded indecisiveness was acting up.)

In fact, all you need to do is close your eyes, wave your hands back and forth, silently say "stop," and then change into whichever clothes you see. And the child did exactly that, only he did it very discreetly.

By chance, little Sief chose the outfit that Lin Mo thought was the best looking. After taking the clothes and towel, the child obediently ran to the bathroom.

A thin layer of mist covered the bathroom mirror, and heat filled the entire room. As his body touched the warm water, Snape still felt a little unreal.

Light, kindness, warmth, care, tolerance... and the feeling of home from long-forgotten, dusty memories.

He was glad that the strong thought in his mind when he left was correct.

He felt as if he had gained something, but he became even more timid and hesitant because he began to fear that it was all just a dream.

Perhaps when he woke up, he returned to that cold, dark, alcohol-filled, and malicious Spider's End Alley, which could hardly be called home.

He began to fear that Mo would treat him like his own parents, or that she would distance herself from him or drive him away.

However, just hours earlier, Snape wouldn't have had such worries, because no one was there to save him, no one was there to break into his dark, filthy, and unseen world.

No one would, no one would want to, and no one would pay attention to this numb, indifferent, and lifeless child.

If he didn't possess it, why would he fear losing it? But once he possessed it, how could he be willing to lose it? This feeling of being cared for... seems to have long since faded from his childhood, faded into indifference.

The heat enveloped Snape, and through the hazy mist, one could vaguely see a different look in his black pupils—a look unlike the emptiness and coldness he would show in his future adulthood.

What's wrong with a child who longs for protection and care? How could a child whose childhood was filled with coldness in their family not crave warmth?

This was the first ray of light in Snape's life, and the brightest of the only two rays of light.

Now that you've rescued me, please, don't leave me. You are the only campfire I have.

A——L——W——A——Y——S

Lin Mo was bored in the living room, thinking about what gift he should give Little Siever for Christmas in a few days.

"Xiao Mo, you can tell me what you need, but you also need to process them yourself, consider it a gift that we both give to him."

"Okay." Lin Mo responded to the clear voice in his mind.

After a while, this person, who had hardly ever celebrated his own birthday and had almost never received a gift, finally remembered what to prepare for little Severus.

"Changfeng, I need..." Lin Mo spoke to Changfeng in his mind.

"Okay, here's a system space for you. Everything's in there; you can take it out whenever you want." Changfeng's voice was slightly languid. "The rest is up to you. I'm going to sleep now, Xiaomo, bye-bye."

Lin Mo hummed in response, glanced up, and saw that the sun had not yet set outside, which made him smile.

I originally wanted to go to my bedroom to check on things and change my clothes, but the thought of what would happen if the child came out and couldn't see me made me feel scared and helpless.

Finally, Lin Mo picked up the book and thought for a moment, deciding to wait until evening. Of course, he didn't plan to make the gift during the day either, since it was a surprise, and if the child accidentally saw it, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore.

--Night

Little Sievert had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa reading a book, just like Lin Mo. Over the past ten hours, with Lin Mo's intentional or unintentional hints, the black-haired boy had relaxed considerably.

He's still just a seven-year-old child.

Lin Mo was cooking in the kitchen when he sensed that the boy in the living room behind him wasn't fully engrossed in reading, but rather cautiously observing the villa, and even more so, observing him.

As a spy with extremely keen senses and every cell in his body on high alert, he could clearly feel the child's gaze, but he never thought of interrupting.

The only sounds in the house were Lin Mo's rhythmic, soft chopping of vegetables and Snape's occasional turning of the pages.

Lin Mo also changed his clothes; the white shirt looked exceptionally sunny and gentle under the light. Of course, to prevent the child from overthinking, he waited until the child came out and gave him a few instructions before going upstairs to change.

It was the dead of winter, and wearing only one layer of clothing looked cold. Therefore, when Lin Mo changed his clothes, he saw the little boy's surprised and puzzled expression.

There was nothing he could do; Lin Mo's constitution was somewhat abnormal. Even though the fireplace in the house had been burning for a long time and the temperature had risen considerably, it was still quite different from the heating in the real world. At least a thin shirt would definitely be cold, but he didn't feel cold.

So, under the child's questioning gaze, Lin Mo indicated that he wasn't cold, which, of course, only earned him more suspicion. Well, Lin Mo could only extend his hand and let Snape shake it.

After realizing that the other person's hand was warmer than his own, the child was no longer confused.

"Severus, this is the layout of the entire manor. You can go anywhere. There are some books about the magical world in the study. You can take a look if you're interested." As he spoke, Lin Mo took out a map he had drawn himself, which he had made while waiting for the child out of boredom.

The books in the study were thoughtfully arranged by Changfeng, and some of them were extremely rare. Lin Mo could tell the care Changfeng had put into it just by looking at the titles, as almost all of them were magical subjects that Snape was good at in Lin Mo's memory.

Looking at the boy sitting on the sofa, Lin Mo realized that he might be a bit too tall. Afraid that the child might feel uncomfortable looking up at him, Lin Mo simply squatted down to make his eyes level with the child's.

It wasn't that he deliberately didn't sit on the sofa; he just needed to say a few words before going to do something else, so there was no need for him to.

The black-haired child nodded and took the paper from Lin Mo with both hands.

"I'll go make dinner. You can familiarize yourself with the place, or find a book to read." Lin Mo looked into the child's dark eyes, waiting for his reply.

"Okay," the child replied, "thank you."

Lin Mo stood up, preparing to walk to the kitchen. Before leaving, she smiled at the child and said, "You don't need to say thank you to me anymore, it will make me sad." As she spoke, she exaggeratedly clutched her heart.

Changfeng's lips twitched inwardly. He suddenly wondered if he had corrupted this calm and mature man; if so, his older brother would definitely beat him up. (๑•́ωก̀๑)

The child readily accepted the advice, if one could ignore the puzzled look on his face.

Thus, the scene of Lin Mo chopping vegetables and Xiao Xifu reading a book came about.

Lin Mo habitually rolled up his sleeves to prevent them from getting wet, revealing his skin, which wasn't very tanned.

However, on his left arm, which was full of explosive power and masculine beauty, there were hideous knife scars. The terrifying scars were particularly obvious and frightening under the light.

Lin Mo had long been used to the scar, so even if he accidentally caught a glimpse of it, he didn't react much and didn't think much of it.

As someone with exceptional survival skills, Lin Mo may not be overly indulgent in his appetite, but for someone with outstanding learning and material handling abilities, cooking is not a difficult task.

Lin Mo not only didn't blow up the kitchen, but also made a meal that looked incredibly appetizing.

Lin Mo cooked very quickly. While Snape was immersed in the magical world and the ocean of knowledge, he had already prepared three dishes and a soup.

"Hey, Xiao Mo, come to my space later and cook a few more meals, okay?" Changfeng had completely forgotten his joking "taunt" of Lin Mo.

Instead, there was... inexplicable sycophancy.

"Of course, no problem." Lin Mo readily agreed, since cooking was really not a difficult task for him.

"Okay, I'll be waiting." Changfeng's satisfied voice came again. "I'm going to sleep now, bye-bye, good luck."

Lin Mo was speechless and confused. If he remembered correctly, Changfeng had just woken up, and what did he mean by "cheer up"?

Changfeng's sudden and inexplicable encouragement left Lin Mo puzzled, but he didn't spend much time thinking about it.

He then snapped out of his reverie and said to the dark-haired boy sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his book, "Severus, dinner's ready."