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Chapter 1393 - 1155: You Have a Pair of Eyes Just Like Your Mother’s_3

Chapter 1393: Chapter 1155: You Have a Pair of Eyes Just Like Your Mother’s_3

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"You must remind the Order of the Phoenix to disguise themselves as much as possible, use Polyjuice Potion, create several identical Potters. That’s the only way it will work. You must forget that I told you this and act like the idea is entirely yours, understand?"

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"Headmaster! They’ve set up camp in the forest, and that Mudblood..."

"Don’t use that word!"

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As the memories rewind.

The truth is completely revealed!

Why Snape killed Dumbledore...

Why Snape reported Harry’s whereabouts...

Why Snape became the headmaster of Hogwarts...

Why...

He had made a promise to Dumbledore.

He wanted to protect these students.

He truly did, exhausting everything he had, to the point where even death seemed meaningless—

Not because he was exposed.

Simply because he was misunderstood by Voldemort, who believed that only by killing him could the Elder Wand truly be used.

At this moment.

Even if one’s heart had turned to stone, even if there had been boundless hatred once, people could no longer muster even the slightest ill will toward Snape!

On the contrary.

A profound sense of awe, a soul-stirring tremor.

The emotions brought by the revelations exploded in everyone’s hearts!

No reader across any continent could remain indifferent after reading this Chapter; whether from Qin, Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, or Zhong Continent, tears had unknowingly started to flow like rivers!

Yes, regardless of what had happened before.

Accompanied by earth-shattering twists, Snape at this moment reached an unprecedented peak in popularity!

But Snape was already dead.

Even when he died, the truth was not yet understood by everyone, and they could only vent their endless hatred, determined to push him into the depths of the abyss.

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Professor.

Hu Ji’s eyes were completely blurred.

In his haze.

Hu Ji seemed to see once again that perpetually solemn man, and the woman for whom he had given his entire life.

It was he who first told her the story of that magical world, he who taught her the simplest spells, he who described to her what a different life could be—they should have been together.

But the power of magic drove them so far apart.

They were sorted into entirely opposing houses.

Slytherin and Gryffindor.

He didn’t hear her quiet sigh when she learned of the Sorting Hat’s decision.

Just like she didn’t notice his gaze that always followed her, yet remained shyly evasive.

Later, James Potter appeared.

He only wanted to hear her confess that she didn’t truly love that guy; so when she said, "Potter’s an arrogant jerk," he was reinvigorated with hope.

Later.

Because of one angry, shame-fueled outburst: "Mudblood," they grew further and further apart.

He fell in with other supporters of the Dark Lord.

Because of his ideals, because of the insurmountable chasm between them, though he almost begged her:

We can still be friends.

She turned and walked away, alongside the man she once called "arrogant."

Later she died, with that man, leaving only a pitiful child behind.

For the sake of that woman, he became one of the darkest kinds of people in the world, doing the most dangerous yet undoubtedly bravest work a wizard could.

He became a true double agent.

He deceived the greatest Legilimens master in the world.

He became the most distrusted man at the school.

He killed the most revered headmaster.

Yet.

Countless times.

He still protected that boy, defended Hogwarts.

Bearing the name of "Death Eater," he went to Sirius’s house, the former headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix; in Sirius’s bedroom, he found a letter with the signature "With love, Lily."

Even after more than a decade, such a scrap of paper still made tears stream down his face.

He became headmaster, sitting in his office, angrily forbidding Phineas Nigellus from using the term "Mudblood."

He summoned his Patronus to guide the boy named Potter to complete his mission and find the sword.

And his Patronus was like hers—

A doe.

It had always been so.

Always.

Forever.

And when this man fell at last, even as he lay before Voldemort, he desperately tried not to let the blue bottle of memories he always carried spill.

Hu Ji could not imagine what Harry felt at that moment.

Chu Kuang wisely avoided delving into the protagonist’s inner thoughts.

As a reader, Hu Ji could never know whether Snape had ever thought of giving up on this love that was no longer reciprocated.

But Hu Ji understood:

Perhaps Snape’s love didn’t require any response from anyone other than Lily.

And even after that response disappeared, this man still continued so resolutely.

Despite being a clever person—

He filled his textbook with beautiful writing, scribbling spells and tricks of his own invention, creating magic that would circulate through the ages.

No.

He wasn’t truly clever.

He was just a clever fool.

Perhaps the next time Harry Potter used "Sectumsempra," he would feel something different.

The tragic Half-Blood Prince.

The pitiable Half-Blood Prince.

The youngest headmaster in Hogwarts history.

After Dumbledore, the greatest headmaster Hogwarts had ever seen.

Wiping away his tears.

In another dazed moment.

Hu Ji finally understood the weight of Snape’s final words, accompanied by the tears that streaked down his cheek:

"Look... at... me..."

This was Snape’s last request in life, his first request ever made to Harry.

The green and black gazes intertwined, and that brief description, previously unnoticed by many, now became increasingly clear.

In the memories.

Dumbledore had once said.

"He has her eyes, identical to hers—you still remember Lily’s eyes, don’t you?"

Many people had said it.

Harry had his mother’s eyes.

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PS: Time is like a circular loop; though you think you are moving forward, unwittingly you return to the start. Well, here’s the simple truth: Polluted White’s timezone has collapsed yet again.