Chapter 559 Severus, long time no see
Chapter 559 Severus, long time no see
As Harry screamed, Nagini suddenly jumped up, its huge snake body tensed, broke free from the ropes on its body, then opened its sharp fangs and bit Snape with lightning speed.
Oops, I was careless!
Snape's pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively turned his head to avoid the attack. However, he was a moment too slow, and the sharp fangs pierced his shoulder fiercely, only a few centimeters away from his neck.
Intense pain hit him instantly, and the venom rushed into his flesh and blood through the fangs, spreading along the blood vessels and burning his nerves.
Snape groaned, staggered back a step, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
But he was Snape after all, and even though the poison was raging in his body, his sanity had not collapsed. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain in his body, and swung his wand violently.
A silver magic light flashed, and the magic ball reappeared, trapping Nagini tightly inside, leaving the giant snake roaring and struggling wildly inside the transparent barrier.
After doing all this, Snape's last bit of strength was drained away. He felt dizzy, his consciousness was torn away by the intense pain, his knees softened, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Professor!" Harry's face suddenly changed, and he rushed forward in panic and slid to his knees beside Snape.
He hurriedly took out the various potions he carried with him, and the bottles and jars fell to the ground. His fingers were shaking with impatience, and he couldn't even unscrew the bottle caps.
"Damn it! Antidote, distilled essence..."
However, the poison was taking effect faster than Harry could move.
The burning pain quickly spread throughout his body. Snape felt his consciousness gradually blur, his vision began to shake, and the voices in his ears became distant and empty. He tried to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch the scene in front of him gradually become blurred.
A second before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw a flash of fire in the room, and then his eyelids sank, and he fell completely into endless darkness...
The concept of time became blurred. Perhaps a long time had passed, or perhaps it was just a moment. Snape's mind began to become active and his consciousness became clear again.
He lay on his back, surrounded by silence, so quiet that it didn't seem like the human world.
Am I alive or dead?
He opened his eyes and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He was not in Sebastian's office.
A hazy and bright white fog filled the air, different from any fog he had ever seen. It was like an unshaped canvas, waiting for some will to paint it into a complete world.
The same was true of the ground he was standing on. It was neither cold stone nor soft soil, but an existence between nothingness and reality.
He could feel its presence, but could not describe its touch in words. It was neither warm nor cold, as if it was temporarily formed only to support his existence.
Snape slowly stood up and raised his hand to touch his neck. His skin was as smooth as before, without any wounds. Even the pain from being corroded by the venom had disappeared without a trace.
He frowned and looked around. It was empty, with only rolling white fog. There was no sign of life, and no direction to follow, as if it was an endless void.
Could it be that this is the world after death?
It was empty everywhere, there was nothing.
At the moment this thought came to mind, the mist began to flow, as if controlled by some invisible will, slowly condensing into shape.
A small forest appeared out of nowhere, its green branches trembling slightly in the breeze, casting mottled shadows on the ground. A gurgling stream flowed through the trees, shimmering and reflecting the hazy light.
A tall willow tree appeared behind him, its branches drooping and swaying gently, and the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, spinning in the air and slowly falling at his feet.
Snape's pupils contracted slightly and his heart suddenly tightened.
He knew this place. It held many fond memories of his childhood.
Everything was the same as I remembered, but the surroundings were empty and there was no familiar person.
Thinking of this, he felt a little melancholy in his heart. He couldn't help but look up, looking at the dense leaves above his head, and sighed softly.
Just then, a soft sound of footsteps came from behind the big tree.
Snape reached for his wand inside his wizard's robes, but there was nothing there.
Oops, no wand!
His heart sank and he looked around vigilantly, picking up a branch to protect himself.
However, just as he held the branch in his hand, he saw a beautiful and familiar figure slowly walking out from behind the tree.
A breeze blew by, lifting her soft red hair. She smiled sweetly and gently spread out her palms. A willow leaf lay quietly in her palms, and then slowly rose up, gently spinning on her fingertips, turning into a flapping butterfly, drawing an elegant arc in the air, and lightly flew around Snape.
"Severus, long time no see."
Looking at the red-haired woman in front of him, Snape's heartbeat froze for a moment, and the branch in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
His throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible force, and even the simplest pronunciation became extremely difficult.
The world became silent at this moment; even the gurgling river and the leaves swaying in the breeze seemed to disappear; only her figure was clearly visible in his pupils.
Lily!
The person who only appeared in dreams was now standing in front of him, smiling, his green eyes clear and bright with a tenderness that penetrated the soul.
No way, this can't be true!
Lily had been dead for many years, died in that dilapidated little house, died under the wand of the Dark Lord, died on the night when she was most powerless and most regretful.
Maybe...all this is an illusion, just like the scenes around me, all generated from my own memory.
But how can the illusion be so real, with even the voices and expressions so realistic?
Or...after his death, he saw Lily's spirit again? !
Thinking of this, Snape stood still, his fingers trembling slightly. This stern professor at Hogwarts was now at a loss like a freshman who had just enrolled.
His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but only a hoarse gasp came out of his throat.
"Lily..."
He finally squeezed out a syllable with difficulty. His voice was hoarser than he had imagined, as if it had been worn out by longing and pain, carrying too many unexpressed emotions.
"Is this... an illusion?"
