Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

A man who, as an excellent undercover agent, took the art of brain shut-off to its extreme.

Snape never went out for drinks on his own initiative.

He didn't use alcohol to numb his heart or lessen his regret; rather, he intentionally kept himself in that painful state of lucidity—a form of self-punishment...

But today... is different.

Snape reached out and took the glass, lifting it to his feet, but his gaze was unfocused as he recalled the events of the day.

That boy named Harry Potter...

"To be honest, the fact that the Dark Lord could be defeated by a mere baby makes him seem a bit too powerful..."

As Snape approached the boy, Lily's son, he happened to overhear those words.

At that moment, a surge of anger welled up in Snape's heart.

The Dark Lord is certainly not someone that a mere infant can defeat!

Snape knew this better than anyone.

It's less about an infant defeating the Dark Lord and more about his parents, or rather, his mother, Lily.

Only Lily, who is proficient in ancient magic!

That's why, at the most critical moment, she used her sacrifice and love to create the greatest magic in the world on her child, reflecting the killing curse back at the Dark Lord!

But the price was Lily's death...

Snape wanted that boy to know this!

But then Snape heard Lily's son continue speaking.

"I think even if the Dark Lord is defeated, it certainly won't be me! It's probably my parents. They are the ones who saved the wizarding world and defeated the Dark Lord. Don't you agree, Professor?"

Upon hearing those words, Snape was momentarily dazed.

His anger quickly subsided, turning into a slightly relieved feeling.

At least Lily's sacrifice wasn't in vain; her child will remember, and he will always remember...

.....

Snape took a sip of red wine without any expression.

Homemade red wine, produced with rough techniques, has been sitting idle for so many years and has spoiled. It tastes sour and bitter and has lost all its aroma.

But he didn't care; on the contrary, this glass of wine was more in line with his true feelings over the past eleven years.

Memories continue.

"Professor Snape, do you have some kind of grudge against the name Potter?"

After Snape forcefully intervened and drove away the cowardly Quirrell, he heard the boy ask him such a curious question.

Lily's son was even bolder than he had imagined...

"This is none of your business!"

"Okay, okay, I understand. So, Professor, where do we go next?"

Snape never imagined that he would be looked at with such understanding and acceptance by a child.

This boy was different from the other students; he was special.

Even the students of Slytherin's own house feared the authority of the headmaster.

But Snape saw no fear in the boy. On the contrary, the boy seemed unafraid of him and even hit the nail on the head.

This wasn't the recklessness and arrogance of his father, but rather the courage and confidence of Lily, undeterred by her status, and a curiosity about everything...

Just like when Lily took the initiative to greet him, she didn't distance herself from him because of his wariness and coldness...

Snape then suddenly remembered.

This boy, who inherited James Potter's looks, also has half his blood from his mother...

What would Lily think if she knew how he treated her child?

So, on the rest of the journey, Snape changed his attitude slightly. While it wasn't great, it wasn't as bad as it had been at the beginning.

In addition, he overheard the boy whispering to Hagrid as they walked behind.

"Hagrid, do you know why that old-fashioned professor isn't very nice to me? Does he dislike me?"

Snape certainly didn't dislike the boy; he disliked the boy's father...

He saw his mother's extraordinary magical talent in this child!

If it's his and Lily's child...

He'll definitely inherit Lily's talent for spellcasting and his talent for potions.

Snape didn't want the boy to waste his magical talent.

So when he heard that Quirrell had given him a pet as a gift, Snape stopped in the bookstore... He bought some introductory books on Potions and gave them to the boy.

Hopefully, he can also show the talent his mother has in potions, and not be like his father, who is idle, only knows how to fight and have fun, and hangs out with a bunch of bad friends.

Before I knew it, the glass of red wine was empty.

Snape remained expressionless, raised his hand to grasp the bottle, and poured himself another glass.

Now he had to admit... he didn't hate the child.

The boy did not inherit his father's arrogance, and Dumbledore did not lie to him about this.

The boy was more like his mother—intelligent, lively, and full of curiosity about the world...

Holding his wine glass, Snape stood up.

I walked silently to an old cabinet and reached out to pull open the drawer.

Take out a picture frame from inside.

The photo in the frame shows a lush lawn.

In the photo, a pretty little girl with red hair, freckles, and bright green eyes is standing next to a dark-haired boy who looks slightly wary and uncomfortable, laughing happily...

A deep sadness unconsciously crept into Snape's dark eyes as he gently stroked the little girl's face in the photograph with his fingers.

"Lily..." Snape murmured softly.

He closed his eyes, and a barely perceptible tear shimmered quietly at the corner of his eye.

.....

The weather seems to have suddenly accelerated into summer.

The temperature is getting hotter and hotter, and London, which had been experiencing continuous rain, has finally seen a brief period of good weather.

A whole week.

Jade stayed in the Leaky Cauldron bar and explored almost the entire Diagon Alley.

Unfortunately, whenever she tried to slip out of the Leaky Cauldron and see the world of ordinary people, it was all in vain.

The bar owner, Tom, would always appear behind Xiaoyu almost imperceptibly and persuade her to return to her room in a humble yet authoritative tone.

In addition, Snape warned her that if she sneaked away again, she would lose her eligibility to study at Hogwarts.

Although Xiaoyu felt that the arrogant and eccentric professor was probably just trying to scare her, she didn't want to lose the opportunity to go to a magic school because of it, so she remained quiet for a few days.

As time went on like this, Xiaoyu inevitably began to miss her Uncle Long and her father's antique shop.

I wonder if Uncle Long and Dad have tried to find her... Hmm, they definitely have!

If only she could find a chance to send a message back.

The Diagon Alley has been getting more and more crowded lately, mostly with parents bringing their children to buy essential items for the start of the school year.

However, Xiaoyu hasn't met many young wizards her age who are about to start school.

The day before the weekend, an owl flew into Jade's room with a letter from Hagrid, who had giant blood.

In the letter, Hagrid told Jade that he would be coming to Diagon Alley again over the weekend to take care of some business and wanted to invite Jade to come along so he could also buy her a birthday present.

Also, it's time to buy her a magic wand and a school uniform.

Xiaoyu was overjoyed when she received the letter, and she thought about it all day long.

She also went to the only wand shop in Diagon Alley once, where the white-bearded owner told Jade that he couldn't get her a wand without a teacher or parent present.

That evening, after dinner, Xiaoyu climbed into bed with excitement, already looking forward to tomorrow.

However, the more excited she became, the less she could sleep.

It wasn't until after midnight, when there was no more noise downstairs, that Xiaoyu finally closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep...

In her dream, she possessed her own magic wand and rode a flying broomstick back to her father's antique shop...