A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1021 Snape's Happiest Memory

Harry leaned against the wall and listened for a while.

But the magic blocked out the sound, and nothing was heard.

For the first time ever, he showed concern for Snape, instead of wishing for his death as he had done before.

It can only be said that as he learns more and more about the truth of the past, his perception of Snape is also undergoing a radical change.

Moreover, it was indeed his own carelessness that caused him trouble this time.

Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and waited for a while. He wanted to rush out, but he was also afraid that if he went out, he would run into the Death Eaters... which would backfire.

He hesitated for a moment, but still chose to obey and enter the hidden room.

The room was small, with only a simple table and chairs, and a bottle containing a bunch of lilies.

It smells so good!

A trembling spot of light was jumping and projecting onto the ceiling of the room.

The light spot came from the Pensieve, and Harry stared at it, seeing the silvery-white substance spinning.

This is not Dumbledore's Pensieve; it's much smaller. It's probably a new one that Snape bought.

Harry thought for a moment, and realized that Snape was probably using the Pensieve.

He sensed someone approaching and realized it was Harry, so he hurriedly left without having time to put it away.

Harry stared at the Pensieve, but dared not look. It was in there last time that he saw his father bully Snape.

He didn't want to see any more bad memories.

But the anxiety of staying here urged him to do something to distract himself.

Inside the room, there was only a meditation basin, with a round opening from which a soft liquid rippled, like a fantasy world, enticing him to enter.

I'll just take a look... I won't go in.

This statement has essentially the same effect as "I'll just rub against you for a bit."

After Harry hypnotized himself, he lay on the Pensieve and looked down at the bottom of the Pensieve.

The image in the Pensieve is looking through a window into a room where there is a beautiful girl.

—Lily Evans.

Upon realizing it was his mother, Harry disregarded everything else and immediately buried his face in the Pensieve.

He spun rapidly in the cold darkness, finally landing on the branch of a large tree.

"..."

Harry looked around to make sure he was indeed in a tall sycamore tree.

Of all the memories I've seen, this one has the most outrageous ending.

Since I'm in the tree, the person who remembers this must also be in the tree!

Harry looked around and spotted a thin boy clinging to a tree trunk, dangling in mid-air.

Snape looked about eight or nine years old, with a sallow complexion, short stature, and a lean build.

His ancestral black hair, which covered his eyes, was surprisingly not greasy at all; instead, it was damp.

It's clear that it was washed not long ago.

Ha! I never expected to see Snape being so hygienic. It's like the sun has risen from Mars.

But his clothes were extremely mismatched:

A pair of jeans that were too short, a big, long, worn-out coat that looked like an adult's, and a strangely shaped shirt that resembled a maternity dress.

Harry felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

When he was a child, he could only pick up Dudley's old clothes because Dudley was too fat, so the clothes looked big and loose.

But it's still much better than what Snape is wearing, which looks like he's wearing his mother's clothes!

Snape climbed the tree, certainly not to do parallel bars and train his arms.

He looked out the window at the second-floor room, which was almost level with the sycamore tree...

Inside the room, there is a beautiful, adorable red-haired girl!

"..."

Harry really wanted to step on Snape's hands as he gripped the tree trunk, so he would fall.

So young, yet he's already climbing trees to spy on girls... and he's even spying on his own eight- or nine-year-old mother!

Ugh, you pervert! Disgusting!

I just followed Qiu and Ginny... occasionally!

Inside the room, Lily sat at the table by the window, fiddling with a bunch of lilies in her hands.

She opened her hand, and the petals, under the control of magic, kept opening and closing, which was quite magical.

Snape gazed longingly at the girl, hanging from the tree trunk, deliberately making a great commotion.

Lily looked up and saw Snape, and was startled.

Just as she was about to call for help, she noticed the dark-haired boy's hands were tethered to the tree trunk. Perhaps afraid of startling him and causing him to fall, she whispered:

"You're climbing so high, it's dangerous! Come down right now!"

"Nothing will happen." Snape deliberately tried to attract Lily's attention by swaying his body back and forth.

"I've said it before, we're all the same, we're both wizards."

You can swing very high on the swing, then jump off and gently float to the ground... I can too!

Harry was speechless. Was his mother really this mischievous when she was a child?

Lily also became interested, propped herself up on the windowsill with one hand, and sat down on the windowsill. Her red hair at her temples fluttered gently, and she looked radiant.

The girl leaned back, tilted her head, and looked directly at the boy, who was about her age, for the first time. Intrigued, she asked:

"You said before that I was a witch..."

"Yes!" Snape said nervously and excitedly, with a hint of ingratiation.

"My mother is a wizard. If you want to know about the wizarding world, I can tell you everything."

I can also teach you many spells, how to brew potions, which are sweet and sour and taste delicious…”

Lily gently stroked her full head of red hair, draped it around her neck, then scrutinized Snape, frowning as she asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"

"I..." Snape was momentarily speechless.

"Why do you always follow me?" the red-haired girl asked.

"I..." The black-haired boy's palms were sweating nervously.

"My sister says you're a bad kid!" Lily said seriously.

"I...I'm not! I'm a good person!"

Snape finally spoke up this time, but he ended up giving himself a "friend zone" card.

"Then why did you throw an apple into your sister's room? She was using the toilet at the time, and the water from the toilet splashed all over her."

"..."

Harry was getting anxious. How could Snape be so stupid?

Can't you even speak properly?

He really wanted to give Snape the few books on how to woo girls that he had brought with him so he could learn from them.

Wait a minute... something's not right.

If I help him like this, won't I lose myself in the future?

Looking into Lily's green eyes and listening to her questions, Snape felt he had messed everything up again.

His dark, gem-like eyes slowly lost their luster, as if he were preparing to return to his senses.

Just then, the window in the next room suddenly opened, and young Penny screamed, "It's you again!"

She threw the small bag in her hand at Snape.

Snape was hit on the forehead, and he lost his grip and fell from the tree.

Lily panicked and quickly jumped out of the second-floor window.

She didn't fall heavily to the ground, but rather glided through the air like a bird, finally landing very lightly on the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?!" Lily squatted down to check if the boy was injured.

Snape sat on the ground, one hand covering his forehead and the other rubbing his sore backside, wincing in pain:

"I told you, I'm a wizard just like you, I wasn't lying!"

Looking at Snape, covered in dust and clearly in pain, yet pretending to be strong, Lily couldn't help but laugh, her face revealing the innocent charm of a young girl.

Snape was stunned for a moment.

Lily found the boy was alright, but prepared to leave.

He finally managed to say in a trembling voice, "Evans!"

The boy's voice wasn't actually that loud, but the girl stopped walking and didn't turn around on the steps.

Snape rubbed his black hair, finally mustering his courage to say, "My name is Severus Snape!"

The girl didn't turn around or say anything; she simply stopped, seemingly gesturing for the boy to continue.

The boy's voice, which he had managed to raise, lowered again. "I've been secretly watching you for a long time... It was wrong of me to throw apples at your house, but... I had my reasons."

I don't know which room you're in, that's where the food is brought for you...

Harry looked up at the sky again, feeling quite anxious.

Snape paused, then said loudly, "I just want to be your friend!"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and saw a pair of beautiful boots standing in front of him.

Lily narrowed her green eyes, her expression gentle, and she reached out her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"My name is Lily Evans, and we're already... friends!"

Snape gripped that hand tightly.

Harry gazed at the heartwarming scene with a complex expression.

Just then, a cold, icy voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Isn't it great?! Potter!!"

Harry's body stiffened instantly.

……

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(P.S. If I ever want to write more Harry Potter fanfiction in the future, I might try stories about the older generation. I think the older generation's era is also very interesting.)

(End of this chapter)