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

"Oh, Merlin's Blue Rose, I think Mr. Lin is quite handsome too."

"Merlin, he's just a student about to enter his second year at Hogwarts, how can you think like that?"

"I guess, no, I firmly believe that he will definitely grow up to be a handsome and powerful Auror."

"How can there be such an outstanding and handsome young wizard in the magical world? Merlin closed the door and sealed the windows for me, and even blocked the sewers."

"..."

Lockhart's face froze when he heard the whispers around him, but he quickly put on a smile again.

Lin Mo marveled at the other party's ability to change his expression; no wonder someone who was good at the "Forget Everything" skill could reach this position.

"Hello, Mr. Lockhart." Lin Mo smiled at Lockhart, and some people around him let out quiet screams. Well, with this level of craziness, it's no wonder they like Lockhart.

However, only Lockhart knew that he felt as if he were being targeted by a venomous snake. He cursed inwardly, thinking, "What a wicked and sinister little snake."

"Is Mr. Lin here to buy my book too?" Lockhart said arrogantly, pleased that even this praised brat still wanted to buy his book as a textbook.

"Mr. Lockhart is mistaken. I'm here to buy second-grade textbooks." Lin Mo smiled even more broadly.

How could he not know that Lockhart was going to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this school year? How could he not know that he should buy Lockhart's useless books?

Lockhart knew Lin Mo was doing it on purpose, so he feigned surprise and asked, "Mr. Lin, haven't you received the textbook list for the new term at Hogwarts?"

"As your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this academic year, you will need to purchase my works as textbooks." Lockhart paused, explaining smugly, but he was specifically addressing the people around him, not Lin Mo.

"As expected of the powerful Mr. Lockhart, he has actually been hired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts," someone said in surprise.

"Yes, why did a wizard of Mr. Lockhart's caliber only receive the Order of Merlin, Third Class?"

Lockhart listened to the compliments and praises from the crowd, his expression revealing undisguised pride and arrogance.

"Oh~" Lin Mo smiled even more broadly, "Since Mr. Lockhart is so capable, I would like to witness your prowess and experience your skills firsthand. Would Mr. Lockhart be willing to spar with me?"

"...Ah, haha, there's no need for a sparring match. Mr. Lin will know my strength after school starts." Lockhart wanted to avoid the topic.

He wasn't afraid of losing to Lin Mo, after all, in his eyes, Lin Mo was just a little kid. However, he was afraid that a duel in front of everyone would reveal his true strength.

"Mr. Lockhart, as you know, I recently received the Order of Merlin, Class III. You received your medal longer than I did, so your strength must have improved as well. I would like to learn from your experience. I don't think Mr. Lockhart would refuse now." Of course, Lin Mo would not give him this opportunity.

Those around wanted to see a duel between the two Merlin Class III medalists, while others, believing that watching the spectacle was free, started stirring things up below.

Lockhart felt his face was stiff all day and started secretly thinking about how to trip up Lin Mo in the next class.

"Oh dear, I haven't finished writing my new adventure book yet. Thanks to Mr. Lin's words, I suddenly had an inspiration. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." Lockhart said, then released Harry and strode out of the bookstore.

The moment Harry was released, he quickly ran into the crowd and found Draco. As for why he didn't look for Lin Mo... it's because Lin Mo was currently surrounded by a group of people.

"Mr. Lin, what are you doing now...?"

"Mr. Lin, may I ask how you...?"

"Mr. Lin, do you have a girlfriend?"

……

Lin Mo: My mother tongue is speechless...

Lin Mo was now completely exasperated by the constant calls of "Mr. Lin." He couldn't feel the same pleasure Lockhart experienced when he was being flattered; he just felt utterly annoyed.

For a moment, he suddenly understood clearly why Snape disliked noisy lions.

Gryffindor: No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Draco and his two companions watched Lin Mo from afar, and through the gaps in the crowd, managed to give Lin Mo a thumbs-up before running away.

Lin Mo felt utterly exhausted; he felt like he'd wasted his time raising these younger brothers. And then a bunch of people kept adding fuel to the fire, he was going crazy.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. Any way to get out of here quickly would be a good one, but he shouldn't think about the consequences of doing so for now.

"Gentlemen, my potions professor wants to see me today about some academic matters. It would be impolite to be late. I believe we'll meet again soon." Although he said this, what he really meant was never seeing him again.

"Then, Mr. Lin, who is your potions professor?" asked the person next to Lin Mo.

Hearing this idiotic question, Lin Mo's lips twitched, and he almost rolled his eyes at the other person. Seriously, bro, Hogwarts only has one Potions Professor, who else could it be? Besides, can't you look it up yourself?

Lin Mo originally thought that the Potions Professor at Hogwarts had remained unchanged over the years, and most of the people in the bookstore were either current or recent graduates of Hogwarts, all of whom knew that Snape was the Potions Professor.

Moreover, Snape has a notorious reputation (although Lin Mo really didn't want to admit it), and wizards would generally avoid him if they thought of that, so Lin Mo could use... ah no, borrow someone else's coattails... never mind, in short, Lin Mo could leave because of this.

Unexpectedly, there was a fool here who actually asked him who the Potions Professor was.

In fact, Lin Mo felt that if he only used the name of the Potions Master to make them think of Snape, he should not be criticized by Snape (probably).

But now that someone has brought this title out into the open, Lin Mo can already imagine being sprayed with venom after he utters Snape's name.

My clash with Lockhart was a draw, with both sides suffering losses. I'm so tired and heartbroken. (ಥ_ಥ)

Thinking of this, Lin Mo looked at the other person and smiled unfriendly: "Sir, my potions professor is Professor Snape."

The man trembled involuntarily, unsure whether it was from Lin Mo's glare or from the fear emanating from the name Snape.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! How could I have been so rude? I just left Hogwarts, and I'm no longer going to get yelled at by that old bat, and yet I've already gotten so confused." The man thought to himself, almost bursting into tears.

In fact, that person had good potion skills and was selected for the potion class with an O grade, but he could not avoid the pain of being washed by venom every day.

No one can avoid this hurdle. After all, no matter how well he has learned, he will always be lacking compared to an outstanding potion master.

Taking advantage of everyone's momentary daze, Lin Mo hurriedly walked out of the bookstore. Yes, he walked out. Although he really wanted to escape this place, if Snape accused him of not following Slytherin etiquette for running away, then congratulations, he would be scolded for another reason.

Having finally escaped this sea of ​​suffering, Lin Mo was still shaken. These people were too crazy.

He couldn't stay there any longer, since he had already bought everything, so he simply teleported home.

Lin Mo practices spells at home every day. What? Minors aren't allowed to use magic outside of school? Then he'll just buy a bunch of special wands to take home.

What? Lower grades can't learn Teleportation? Then just buy the top-tier Teleportation from Changfeng. Use it sitting, lying down, sleeping, or when injured. You won't have to worry about being dismembered. Changfeng's products are always top-notch.

After shifting his form, Lin Mo found himself in front of a manor—not the Lin family manor, but Lin Mo's own. Only his two older brothers and Yu Ying's people knew about this place.

Of course, this was still Changfeng's masterpiece. There was a house-elf in the manor, which Lin Mo had his older brother find for him, and Lin Mo named it Duye.

Changfeng found the house-elf's constant apologizing and head-banging too noisy, so he extracted those thoughts from the house-elf, and now it appears perfectly normal.

Author's ramblings: The reason the characters were out of character in the early stages was because I'm not good at writing about two people with similar personalities who trust each other.

For these two, mutual trust is the most difficult thing, and Changfeng played a role in pushing things forward, even the most important one.

The long wind caused some of the habits the two had developed to disappear, which is why Snape was willing to leave with Murder so easily when he was a child.

Snape was so easily impulsive when he met Murray again, Snape was willing to give a little troll candy, and there are many other illogical things about him.

Ever since Xiao Mo vaguely sensed something was wrong, Chang Feng stopped trying to eliminate their habits, so the two of them reverted to their original wariness and indifference.

Of course, there are advantages to Changfeng doing this. It's hard to change a person's good habits, so it's easier for two people to get closer to each other.

The reason Lin Mo didn't avoid the Scult's magical probing was because that way the two of them would have a bond, preventing him from kicking the other away as soon as he regained his senses. (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Like magnets, like poles repel and unlike poles attract. Lin Mo and Snape were so alike; their survival habits and inner thoughts were almost identical, only their expressions differed.

It's because they look so alike that it's impossible to get close to them.

Even if a person carries the weight of his comrades' lives on his shoulders, he will still despise himself.

Even if someone knows they are in a den of thieves and is a Death Eater, they will still stay away from everyone, even if they have no choice in the matter.

Because they cannot and dare not. They have seen danger, are afraid of being betrayed, and are even more afraid that everything they have shouldered will be lost because of their momentary indulgence and selfishness.

They dared not approach anyone, fearing betrayal after the other discovered their true nature, fearing their inability to protect the other, and fearing even more that they, who would eventually die in the shadows, would be unable to provide the other with a good life and would ruin the other's life.