Chapter 247

At this moment, a figure in a black robe moved towards them silently and extremely slowly like a ghost.

Snape’s face was like a calm lake, without any ripples. His pair of empty pupils, which seemed to have lost all focus, stared straight at Harry without blinking, and said slowly in a low and suppressed voice:”Potter, I think we need to talk.”

Harry was still leisurely and contented. He held his head with his hands and lay leisurely on the grass, chewing a grass root slowly in his mouth. He responded nonchalantly:”Is it the thing I said?”

Snape gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from between his teeth with difficulty:”Yes.”

At this time, Harry sat up slowly and unhurriedly, raised his head slowly, and looked at Snape. There was a slight coldness in his eyes, and his tone was full of sarcasm:”I thought you would keep running away like this, until the day I lose my patience, and then force me to come to you in person.””

“”Did old man Dumbledore look for you? That old man always likes to meddle in other people’s business.”

He stared in the direction of the castle. Although his vision was a little blurry because it was too far away and he could hardly see anything, he could clearly feel that there seemed to be a pair of eyes on the eighth floor staring at this side from beginning to end.

Snape pursed his lips and did not respond to his question. Instead, he stretched out his slender finger, pointed to a more remote and quiet place, and said softly:”Let’s go there to talk.”

Harry nodded slightly, then stood up neatly.

Seeing this, Ron hurriedly prepared to stand up, but Hermione quickly reached out and pulled his robe, winked at him, and Ron sat down again obediently.

After Harry and Snape, one big and one small, one tall and one short, slowly and gradually walked away, Hermione turned her head slowly, with a solemn look on her face, and whispered to Ron:”Let’s not disturb them, this is what Harry has been waiting for!”

After saying this, her eyes were filled with deep worry, her gaze fixed on the two people who were gradually moving away and becoming blurred.

At this time, it was just the beginning of summer, and a soft and gentle breeze was blowing, and the wind was not mixed with the kind of irritability that would make people feel bored.

Harry and Snape slowly walked to the remote and deserted lakeside step by step. The two stood there quietly, looking at the lakeside in front of them that was as calm as a mirror.

Harry remained silent, just standing there quietly, his expression calm and with a little expectation, quietly waiting for Snape to speak.

Snape was silent for a long time, his originally slightly stiff face looked even more tense at this moment, and his voice was a little hoarse and dry, and he slowly asked:”Did Albus tell you about the prophecy?”

Harry nodded slightly when he heard this, his expression still calm

“Did he tell you about my past, too?” Snape slowly lowered his head, his voice sounding particularly low, as if it came from a deep cave.

Harry shook his head gently:”He didn’t tell me about you. Instead, he kept telling me that he could absolutely trust you, and I found out everything about you through various channels myself.” Snape just remained silent, like a solidified statue.

Harry slowly told him what he had found out:”It happened in Spinner’s End Alley. There was a father with a tendency to domestic violence and a tyrannical personality, a mother with a sallow complexion, and the whole person was skinny, withered, and dirty.”

“You!!!”

Snape turned his head abruptly, his hollow eyes faintly collapsed. Harry’s words reminded him of that unbearable memory, and even made him a little unable to maintain his brain occlusion.

He was like a beast about to go berserk, staring at Harry tightly, his eyes that were originally empty and illusory were completely changed at this moment, and emotions were surging in them.

There was shock, hatred, and shame in his eyes.

This sense of shame entangled him like a thorn in his bones, making his facial muscles twitch unconsciously, and his teeth clenched tightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain the surging emotions in his heart. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

“It seems that you didn’t listen to me and asked Mrs. Dursley about me!” Snape’s face was obviously a little angry, and the anger in his chest seemed to turn into substance. His body trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help coughing a few times to vent his anger.

Harry nodded, his expression calm:”You should know that I am from the Lion House and never care about any rules.”

Snape asked in a cold voice:”What else do you know?”

“You and my mother used to have a good relationship, but around fifth grade, we suddenly went our separate ways.” Harry continued slowly,”You often appeared near my mother’s house.”

“My aunt didn’t know why, but I asked my godfather and he said you called my mother a……”[]

“”That’s enough, stop talking!” Snape yelled, trying to use this method to force back the next word Harry was about to say.

But Harry still said that word,”The Godfather said it was because you called my mother a mudblood.”

Snape’s face seemed to have been drained of all the blood at that moment, and turned extremely pale, without a trace of blood, like a piece of white paper.

His hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and the trembling amplitude became stronger and stronger, like a dead branch shivering in the cold wind.

At the same time, the memories of the past were like a surging tide that was released, and they emerged again involuntarily, constantly surging and lingering in his mind, lingering.

The emotions of regret, pain, and self-blame were secreted and flooded in his brain like a flood that broke through the dam.

However, it must be said that his brain closure technique is indeed extremely strong. It was so strong that it prevented him from letting his emotions completely collapse and lose control like a volcanic eruption, a landslide or a tsunami at this critical moment.

But at this moment, such a powerful brain occlusion technique made him feel even more painful. He felt as if his heart was being eaten away by millions of ants. The pain that penetrated his bones spread freely in his heart like a tide.

His eyes were wide open, full of pain, his teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his face were twisted because of extreme pain. He seemed to be immersed in an endless abyss of pain, unable to extricate himself.