Chapter 562 Never Better

After a trance, Snape felt himself lying on the ground again, surrounded by the strong smell of potions. The familiar bitter taste pierced his nostrils and made him wake up instantly.

Back...

His right hand subconsciously tightened slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but his fingertips only touched the empty air.

Hey......

There was nothing, the warm touch had completely disappeared.

A sense of loss arose faintly, and Snape sighed softly in his heart, then hid that emotion deep inside.

"Professor Dumbledore, look, Professor Snape's hand is moving!"

An abrupt voice sounded in my ears, carrying with it a hint of uncontrollable surprise and excitement.

"I see," another gentle voice followed, "It seems that our efforts have not been in vain, Severus will wake up soon."

Snape's brows moved slightly, and he tried to mobilize his body's strength to slowly lift his heavy eyelids.

What came into view was a face full of surprise, a lightning-shaped scar, messy black hair, and green eyes...

The face was a little dirty, with a dried tear mark on it, as if he had cried before but didn't have time to wipe it clean. He looked both embarrassed and a little ridiculous.

"Great, Professor, you're awake! How do you feel? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Seeing the concern in those green eyes, Snape slowly curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled comfortably: "It has never been so good! I feel so relaxed all over."

As he spoke, he raised one hand to support himself and stood up, then touched his neck with his fingertips. The wound there should have been was now smooth and without any marks, as if everything was just an illusion. Only the bloodstained collar reminded him that everything that had just happened was real.

Seeing that Snape was fine, Harry was completely relieved. He could no longer suppress the words in his heart and spoke out loud.

"I was really scared just now! The wound was too close to your neck, and the poison spread very quickly. You fainted in an instant. At that moment, I really regretted not attending the St. Mungo training class. As a result, I had no idea how to deal with this situation."

"I don't know why, but I felt that I should call Fox, although I have no idea why. Looking back now, it must have been the effect of the Felicity Potion."

Snape listened quietly with a smile on his face, and had no intention of interrupting Harry at all.

"Fawkes is really here!" Harry waved his fist vigorously. "It flew to your side and dripped its tears on your wound. Then your wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and your complexion returned to normal."

"At this moment, I suddenly remembered that Phoenix Tears is the most advanced healing potion in the magic world. It can not only heal injuries, but also detoxify!"

"By the way, Fawkes also brought Professor Dumbledore. It turns out that he was not dead all along, he was just acting. Professor Dumbledore just now said that you, Professor Swann, and Professor McGonagall all knew about his plan to fake his death..."

As he spoke, Harry's voice became quieter. He stood there in a daze, looking at Snape, then at Dumbledore, his expression becoming more and more subtle.

Wait...

It seemed like I was the only one in the room who was kept in the dark. No wonder Professor Snape was not surprised at all.

And just now Professor Dumbledore said that he attended his own funeral in person.

So...when I cried so much tears and snot, didn't Professor Dumbledore see it all?

The more Harry thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. The temperature on his face rose sharply and even the tips of his ears began to turn red.

Just now he had been immersed in his worries about Snape and hadn't thought about anything else. But now that he came to his senses, a strong sense of social doom overwhelmed him, making him want to crawl into the ground immediately.

No, I can't stay in this room for even a second!

"Uh... that..." Harry's eyes wandered, he cleared his throat seriously, and quickly changed the subject, "Working Soul, the soul fragments in the remaining Horcruxes are all yours, eat them quickly, don't let Professor Swan wait anxiously."

After giving the order, he lowered his head and said hurriedly: "Professor Snape, um... I have completed my mission. I will go catch the Death Eaters first. You have a good rest."

As he spoke, he grabbed the broom, opened the window as if he was fleeing, and rushed out like the wind.

Watching Harry's hurried figure, Snape shook his head slightly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

This kid is so rough and I have a gift to give him.

Forget it, let’s prepare the gift first and give it to this kid after tonight.

Thinking of this, he slowly raised his wand, pressed it against his temple, and pulled it lightly. A few strands of silver memory threads were pulled out by the magic power and slowly fell into a clean glass bottle.

He stared at the memories in the bottle and pondered for a moment. After confirming that they were correct, he sealed the bottle tightly.

After doing all this, he raised his head and looked at Fawkes who was quietly resting on Dumbledore's shoulder, and said gently: "Fawkes, thank you for saving me just now."

The phoenix flapped its wings gently and made a distant low cry, as if responding to his gratitude.

Snape's behavior made Dumbledore raise his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. It was the first time in many years that he saw Snape show such a gentle attitude.

However, this is undoubtedly a good sign.

"The stage tonight belongs to Sebastian. I won't try to steal the limelight. I'll just stay here and observe the working souls destroying the Horcruxes."

Dumbledore looked at the founder's relics, then moved his gaze to the memory in the vial, and spoke gently: "Severus, you just lost a lot of blood, your body should still be a little weak, do you want to stay here and rest?"

"It's just a mere loss of blood, not worth mentioning." Snape took out a bottle of nourishing potion he carried with him with a nonchalant look, unscrewed the cap skillfully, and drank it all in one gulp.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned cold again: "The end of the mysterious man is coming, I must witness it with my own eyes!"