Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

Snape was heartbroken.

When Harry uttered those hateful words, "You killed my mother," "You damned Death Eater,"

A string in his heart snapped.

Endless regret and self-blame surged like a tidal wave at this moment. Perhaps no one else in the world could judge him, but as Lily's son, Harry could say these words.

Lily's death is directly related to Snape's betrayal. If Snape hadn't told Voldemort about the prophecy, things might not have turned out the way they did.

Of course, Snape may also be part of the prophecy, playing the role of the informer in this fate.

Snape opened his mouth slightly, but the words of explanation died in his throat before they could be uttered, and he uttered a few dry syllables, like a broken bellows.

"What else do you want to explain to me? Explain that you didn't do it on purpose? Explain that you were unaware of the situation?"

Harry scoffed. "Now I finally understand why you've been making things difficult for me ever since the day I enrolled. Killing my mother wasn't enough; you were trying every possible way to torment and humiliate me!"

"You're happy, aren't you, Snape? Your Voldemort master has fallen from power, but you weren't imprisoned in Azkaban, you're still living a carefree life at Hogwarts, and you want to avenge him, is that it!"

"Then come on! Kill me! Avenge your dark master!"

Harry drew his wand and pointed it at Snape's face. "Now you can have your way!"

Snape's face was ashen. He no longer dared to look Harry in the eye, afraid to see the woman with eyes just like Harry's appear before him again, asking, "Why, Severus? Why did you become that man's lackey, a Death Eater?"

Tears of regret welled up at that moment, and Snape turned around in an instant, his back hunched.

A gust of wind blew in, the door behind Harry opened, and a large hand gently rested on Harry's arm, pressing down his right hand, which was holding the wand.

"Professor Snape certainly made a mistake," Albus Dumbledore's voice rang out beside Harry. The old man looked down at Harry with a hint of sadness on his face. "But he already knows how wrong he was..."

"If it hadn't been my mother who died!" Harry's voice suddenly rose a few decibels as he glared at Dumbledore, "If it had been Neville and his parents!"

"Then Snape will never have a shred of remorse, will he, Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry gritted his teeth and spat out the sentence, his eyes burning with hatred.

"So what if he regrets it?! How many people did he help Voldemort kill? Can he get away with it just by saying he regrets it? Has he ever repented for his past actions all these years?!"

"No! He didn't!"

"From the first day I arrived at Hogwarts, and even before I came to Hogwarts, what he did—was it something a teacher would do?!"

"Prejudice, hostility, and distortion of the truth!"

"He perfectly embodied the filth and shamelessness of Slytherin. How can someone who disrespects students and lacks any teacherly ethics be a professor at Hogwarts?!"

"Not just me! Neville too!"

"If he hadn't betrayed us and told Voldemort the prophecy, Neville and my parents wouldn't have been in this mess!"

Harry's grievances and pain were released without reservation at this moment. The more he talked and thought about it, the more turbulent the hatred in his heart became. He had never seen Snape's good side.

"If he hadn't killed my mother, he would have killed many more people in the future. He's a Death Eater, and a complete dark wizard!"

"No one encouraged him to become Voldemort's henchman. He loved dark magic since his student days, and he chose that path himself!"

"If my mother were still alive, she would never admit that he was a friend she knew."

"I'm giving up on Potions class." Harry took a deep breath and said to Dumbledore, "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I'll learn Potions on my own. Anyway, I don't learn anything from him in class except for being teased and ridiculed. He never intended to teach me, did he?"

Watching Harry turn and leave, Dumbledore remained silent, sighing inwardly.

He could understand why Harry would react this way after learning some of the details; it didn't surprise him.

"Sakho...Sakho..."

Dumbledore felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Harry must have known about this because Sarkos told him. Thinking of this, Dumbledore's headache worsened. But he had to put this matter aside for a while. The Snape who had already broken down in front of him was the real problem he needed to deal with right now.

As Harry said before, Snape was not a good person at heart, and it was because of Lily's death that he became the way he was before.

He has value to Dumbledore, which is why he has been able to stay safely until now.

Clearly, Snape is in big trouble now, and Dumbledore doesn't want him to give up and become despondent.

And the one who started all of this...

Sarco had just come out of the Room of Requirement. He had put away Ravenclaw's crown. After getting a lot of magic from Voldemort, he planned to take it out and try it out, such as that magical dark magic that could summon dark silver and use it for combat and defense.

Sako admired Voldemort's talent in dark magic, and he would have been even more perfect if he hadn't spent so much time pursuing immortality.

However, after taking only a few steps, Sarko saw a thin figure appear in the corridor ahead.

The visitor was not a person, but Filch's cat.

This was the first time that Sarkos had seen Mrs. Norris at Hogwarts. This cat, along with Filch and Peeves, was known as the Hogwarts Three Evils, a major thorn in the side of every student who went out at night.

Without any hesitation, Saco pulled out his wand and pointed it behind Mrs. Lorris!

The next second, Mrs. Lorris, who was leisurely strolling, suddenly jumped three feet high, her fur flying everywhere. After being hit by the curse, the old cat felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Her body felt cold, and all the fur on her body was instantly shaved clean, revealing her pink skin.

"Hehehe~ Filch will be so happy to see your cute and pink appearance!"

Sakho, who was laughing so hard he was hiccuping around the corner, was overjoyed. After waving his hand and chanting "Whirlwind Sweep" to clear his scent, he jumped out of the window, mounted a fire bolt in mid-air, and disappeared into the horizon in a flash.

Cold, angry and anxious, Mrs. Lorris ran wildly down the corridor, determined to find the bastard who had cast the spell on her!

At Hogwarts! No one has ever dared to provoke me like this!!!

Unfortunately, Ron, who was just coming out of the common room, happened to see the hairless cat running wildly down the hallway. Its comical appearance made him burst into laughter.

Mrs. Lorris stopped in her tracks, glared fiercely at the noise-generating machine, then darted down the stairs even faster and disappeared in the blink of an eye.