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

Setting the stack of assignments aside, Snape gave Lin Mo all his sixth-year assignments. He knew that Lin Mo's level had already surpassed that of a sixth-year student, but he hadn't tested Lin Mo in a long time, so Snape wasn't sure exactly how far Lin Mo's abilities could go.

Snape is personally overseeing the fifth-grade homework, and the sixth-grade students who have passed the OWL exams are the ones who will continue to study Potions, and only those who achieve a grade of 0 are allowed to continue.

Therefore, there were only a few students in this group, resulting in Lin Mo having very little workload.

Seeing that Snape had entered his homework-grading mode again, Lin Mo casually put both of their cups back in their original places and cleaned up the unfinished water.

However, Lin Mo didn't pour much water, so there was almost nothing left. (Don't waste water resources ٩(๑❛㉨❛๑)۶)

Over the years, Lin Mo learned that Snape didn't like leaving cups of water in his workplace, so he would usually use magic to move the cups away.

Another habit they share is that they don't eat or drink things that have been left out for a long time.

It's not that they would do this in a situation where the water is right in front of them and there's no chance of someone adding anything. But they're used to it, so they'll choose to throw it away no matter what.

Sensing Lin Mo's movement, Snape did not look up, continuing to grade the assignments.

After returning and sitting down, Lin Mo began his battle against the trolls' homework. The difficulty of grading had increased, and Lin Mo needed to put in more effort. It wasn't that he wasn't capable enough, but he was afraid Snape would find fault with him.

This time, the time spent grading assignments was much shorter than the previous pile, but Lin Mo did not receive any new assignments to grade.

From the time he put the homework away until this afternoon, although it hasn't been long, Snape had already finished grading the homework for the third and seventh grades.

First-year students definitely don't have homework, so after Lin Mo and Snape finished grading the homework of the sixth and fifth graders, only the homework of the second graders remained.

In fact, Lin Mo thought Snape was pretty good. In other words, he was glad that Snape hadn't assigned him to grade second-year students' homework.

It wasn't because Lin Mo was also a second-year student. Lin Mo's homework was different from that of his classmates. His homework was specially assigned by Snape and was much more advanced and in-depth than that of his classmates. Therefore, Lin Mo didn't have to worry about his homework being graded.

The reason I am unwilling to grade the homework of lower grades is that these little monsters who have not experienced much of the harshness of society are really ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and their homework is more and more outrageous.

Under such circumstances, Lin Mo didn't think he could understand these people's homework at all. It was only thanks to a professor like Snape, who had been tormented for many years, that he could understand and endure it. So, to some extent, Lin Mo thought Snape's temper was really quite good.

Dear trolls, when you say Snape is in a bad mood, can't you at least look at your own work first? Writing such rubbish is torture and mockery for Snape, a top potions master who strives for perfection.

For a moment, Lin Mo suddenly felt that the Snape people who were exploiting his labor were actually quite nice.

Completely unaware that he had been friend-zoned, Snape looked up at Lin Mo, who was staring blankly at him, and wanted to scold him.

Although Snape had tacitly agreed to let Lin Mo rest for a while, he truly hadn't expected that this stupid troll would keep staring at him. Snape was inherently very sensitive to other people's gazes, and Lin Mo's stare made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Lin, I suppose you don't want to continue grading papers, so don't just stand there staring at your poor, busy professor." Snape spewed venom, but the unpleasant words had Snape's unique way of speaking.

The translation is: You stupid little monster, I only let you rest for a while because I pitied you, so don't be ungrateful and keep staring at me!

Okay, it still doesn't sound good. But it perfectly captures Snape's annoyance at being stared at, proving that Snape's manners and etiquette are actually quite good.

Hearing Snape's words, Lin Mo looked at Snape with a pitiful expression, as if to say, "Sir, I'm perfectly fine right now. Can't I even look around while you leave me here?"

Sensing the accusation in Lin Mo's facial expression, Snape raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and, considering Lin Mo's decent work grading, said, "In that case, what spell do you want to learn? I can consider teaching it to you."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and he swallowed the "Death Curse" that he almost blurted out. He couldn't guarantee that if he really said that, the seemingly kind and gentle cellar snake king in front of him wouldn't just give him a big piece of gossip.

This was just a joke. Lin Mo will basically not need to use Avada Kedavra for the next few years. As for a few years later, he might not even care about Voldemort's basic attacks.

Suppressing a prank that was somewhat out of character, Lin Mo began to plan. His self-created heavy sword, the One-Edged Sword, was truly overpowered; it combined offense and defense, could attack and defend against multiple targets, and could even withstand the absurd curse of the Death Curse.

All things considered, the most useful one should be the Patronus Charm. Lin Mo doesn't plan to delve into the art of Occlumency yet; with his abilities, ordinary people can't successfully use Occlumency on him.

However, when faced with mind-stealing masters like Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort, Lin Mo was still not confident in his ability to withstand them.

Lin Mo must not let Snape know even the slightest thing about himself, as he cannot truly and completely trust Snape.

For people like them, trust is even more precious than their own lives.

"Sir, I would like to learn the Patronus Charm." Lin Mo stopped thinking, looked at Snape who was patiently almost unreal, and gave his answer.

However, Snape's patience wasn't much because of Lin Mo; it was simply because he had been criticizing garbage for too long and wanted to take a break and give himself some breathing room.

"Mr. Lin, do you know what this spell is used for?" Snape asked Lin Mo, but in his mind he was already thinking about how to teach Lin Mo.

"The Patronus are used to deal with Dementors, who are the guardians of Azkaban," Lin Mo answered Snape's question.

"Alright, since you want to learn, I'll teach you." Snape got up and stretched, gesturing for Lin Mo to walk to a more open area in the center of the cellar.

Lin Mo walked over, and Snape looked at him and said, "You should know something about this spell. When you cast it, you need to concentrate, think about the happiest thing in your heart, and say 'Patriot'."

"This spell isn't particularly difficult, but with your talent, your Patronus should be able to take shape quickly," Snape continued, explaining the spell.

The reason Snape said it wasn't difficult is because the spell doesn't actually have very demanding requirements for talent. The only, and most stringent, requirement is that the caster must have enough joy in their heart.

The significance of this curse is not only to ward off Dementors, but also to help people discover the true beauty within themselves, to overcome difficulties, and to cultivate the spirit that sustains them forward.

This is a real and tangible expression of happiness, and also the spell that allows people to resist pain and give up.

It can give people faith and hope and happiness, but only if these people can, at some point, truly embrace and warm themselves.

Always cherishing expectations and love for life, filled with joy and hope—this is the true secret to using the Guardian Charm.

Snape's words ostensibly said that Lin Mo had good talent, but Lin Mo understood that in Snape's eyes, he should be the kind of happy genius who had the care of his older brother, the praise of the professors, and many friends, among other wonderful adjectives.

Only Lin Mo himself knows how pathetic he is.

The blood and the black soil scorched by war almost made him give up hope, and the sacrifice and his own perceived betrayal nearly drove him to abandon his dignity.

The lives of his comrades, each one lost at his hands, pierced his heart like a thousand arrows. In the blink of an eye, in his early twenties, his hair turned white. He didn't even have time to lick his wounds before he had to tear open the scars again with his own hands.

He had no hope, no joy. For Lin Mo, this was undoubtedly a curse more difficult than any other curse.

He suddenly regretted saying he wanted to learn the spell.

Lin Mo took out his wand, which was slightly warm, as if encouraging or comforting him. Lin Mo smiled wryly to himself and began to do as Snape had instructed.

"Expecto Patronum." Lin Mo chanted the spell, waving his wand, but it only emitted a blue light, just as expected, nothing at all.

Snape kindly reminded him, "Don't rush, very few people succeed on their first try."

Faced with Snape's kindness, which was almost as unlikely as winning the lottery, Lin Mo smiled in return, but he did not believe that he could succeed quickly.

Lin Mo closed his eyes, pondering the happy memories in his mind. Snape glanced at Lin Mo, then went back to grading homework.

For the first time, Lin Mo was trusted by a man named Su Mingya, who unlocked his long-frozen passion. From guiding Lin Mo into the Night Dragon Realm to his strict yet meticulous care during training, to the leisurely nights spent watching the stars together, to the tranquil moments listening to the cicadas…

The person who brought hope taught Lin Mo that he could be cared for.

Lin Mo tried to recite the incantation, but his throat became dry, and he couldn't speak. The images in his mind were dominated by memories of the yellow and green mountains that he had deliberately avoided for many years, and they spread uncontrollably to every corner.

Blood, and the image of Su Mingya resurfaced in his mind. His best Captain Su sacrificed himself in front of him to protect him, and it was he who did it.

Lin Mo still remembers that day when the sun was exceptionally scorching, and he trembled, unable to utter a single word. His sun had vanished, leaving only the scorching heat of the blazing sun.