chapter 2 Trouble restarting life

Damn, what the hell is going on here? !

Snape's eyes wandered between the girl's face and chest, with a look of surprise on his face.

It wasn't because of an underage girl suddenly appearing on the bed, this incident didn't make him feel at a loss.

He was in a daze because of the golden and red lion emblem on the chest of her wizard robe, and the other party's identity——

Although it was much younger and younger than what he saw in his memory "not long ago", Severus Snape still recognized him immediately.

"Miss Granger?" Snape frowned and pushed the girl tentatively.

"Um..."

The girl opened her eyes in a daze, and after wandering for a few seconds, she suddenly woke up.

She grabbed her wand quickly and pointed it at Snape, clawing at Snape with one hand, screaming in horror.

"You, who are you?! Where is this—"

"I--"

boom!

Before Snape could explain, the door was violently knocked open.

Suddenly a drunk man barged in.

"Disgusting brat! Monster! It seems that the lesson I just taught you is not enough..."

"Huh? You, what about her—" The man's eyes fell on the two people who were confronting each other in the room.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the magic wand in the girl's hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a violent expression quickly emerged.

Cursing fiercely, the man staggered towards Severus and Hermione.

"Okay, okay, another little monster—how dare you brat—"

"ah--"

Seeing the terrifying man who broke in suddenly, Hermione shuddered and let out a higher-pitched scream.

"Shut up, Granger, you silly girl—"

Without hesitation, Snape snatched the wand from Granger's hand.

He opened his arms like a gliding bat, subconsciously protecting the reckless student behind him, and looked forward with a complicated expression.

Sallow, unshaven, hideous face with bags under the eyes, and the same black hair and black pupils as him.

Some pictures buried deep in his memory surged again, overlapping with reality.

Bias Snape, the drunken gambler at Spin's End, and...

—the source of the half-Muggle blood that runs through him.

Severus stared at the leaping man, raised his wand and swung it down like in countless dreams.

boom!

Boiling magic power spewed out along the fingertips.

The seemingly fierce and strong man fell back heavily as if hitting an invisible wall of air.

"Bastard, how dare you—"

Following the second curse beam, the man's cursing and stern voice stopped abruptly.

He staggered and fell backwards, his eyes lost focus and his eyes were blank.

"Don't! Bias! Let go of Sif, what are you trying to do to me..."

At this moment, there were panicked footsteps outside the door, mixed with the sound of something being knocked down.

"Sev, Sev, don't mess with Dad—" A skinny and embarrassed woman staggered in from the door.

Severus turned his eyes to the door, shaking violently.

"Mother……"

Erin Prince Snape, his obsolete mother twenty years earlier.

"Oh, Sev—what the hell are you—Merlin on—"

Before Severus could figure out what was going on, Irene, who had seen the situation in the room clearly, let out a terrified whimper.

Although she didn't know where Sif found the wand, the thing she was most worried about obviously happened.

"Drop the wand, drop the wand, and hide quickly, or your father wakes up and kills us—"

She walked forward tremblingly, trying to snatch the wand from Severus.

Bias will be angry, what Bias hates the most is...

"Sorry, Erin—"

Severus looked at his mother and shook his head slightly.

He looked around the familiar room, his eyes flicked from the man on the ground and the girl huddled behind him.

It finally landed on Irene Prince, who was reaching out to him tremblingly, and slowly raised her wand.

"Now, give me some time, I have to figure out what's going on—"

"Forget everything!"

In the next second, Irene's eyes lost focus and her expression became blank.

After the forgetting spell takes effect, there will be a short period of confusion, which is not included in the spell textbook.

Severus carefully supported Irene to sit on the edge of the bed before turning to look at the girl on the other side.

"you……"

"Who are you?! Where is this place? Are you a wizard too?"

"Is this Hogwarts? Who are those two? How do you know my name—"

Before Severus could finish his first word, Hermione threw dozens of questions like a cannonball.

"Shut up—" Snape raised his voice irritably, and the next second, the girl's voice stopped abruptly.

"Okay, Miss Granger, now I can answer your question."

He glanced at Hermione who hesitated to speak, and said impatiently.

"Then just shut up and come out with me to see—"

"Who are you?"

Hermione asked without thinking.

"My name is Severus Snape."

"Professor Snape?!"

Hermione Granger stared at the thin, scruffy boy in disbelief.

It was obvious that this was nothing like the Professor Snape she remembered - the boy had long black hair and looked smaller than his first-year Harry.

He was wearing extremely ill-fitting, even funny clothes: a pair of fat overalls that seemed to have cut off half of the trouser legs, tied around the waist of the trousers by a broken belt; It's a strange looking worn-out shirt from maternity clothes; there is only a sock on the left foot, and there are two holes in it, so dirty that the original color cannot be seen.

"That's right—I'm very pleased that your little brain can still remember something."

Snape said softly, his dark eyes gleaming with displeasure.

"Well, if your curiosity is satisfied..."

"Why are we here—"

Just halfway through her words, Hermione reacted abruptly and quickly covered her mouth.

Not only because the other party raised his wand, but more importantly, the oppressive feeling that he felt familiar in the potions classroom.

"good question--"

said Snape, frowning and looking around at everything in the house.

Although he already has a ridiculous guess, let's check it out in a few places.

"I'm just going to figure out the questions you want to ask now—"

"Also, unless your bag is full of Galleons, it's best to put it in a random corner first."

"oh."

Hermione blushed, let go of her schoolbag like an electric shock, and jumped off the bed hastily.

Slap.

A long, delicate gold chain fell from her gown and clattered to the floor.

At the end of the gold chain hung a small, distorted gold timepiece, as if it had been horribly devastated.

wait a minute-

This thing...why does it still appear on her now?

Hadn't all the Time-Turners at the Ministry of Magic been destroyed "years ago"?

unless--

Snape's eyes fell on the Time-Turner, and he looked at Hermione gravely.

"Miss Granger, what grade are you in? I mean before showing up here."

"Third, third grade..."

Third grade?

Oh, that was the year Sirius escaped from Azkaban.

Snape walked over, picked up the apparently unusable Time-Turner, and played with it thoughtfully.

"Third Year, Time-Turner...Hogwarts...Time—Hogwarts—"

He muttered softly, and looked up at Hermione who didn't know why (damn, he found that he was actually half a head shorter than her).

Perhaps the pictures he saw "after death" were not all imaginary.

Compared with other lights and shadows, the most likely variable is this...

So……

This is troublesome——

Snape frowned slightly, put the Time-Turner in his arms, and said.

"Keep your robe on and follow me - if you want to get back to Hogwarts Castle safely."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded nervously.

...

In Spider's End Alley, an indescribably mixed stench wafted in the air.

On both sides of the slippery and damp cobblestone streets, rows of old brick houses were built side by side, lifeless.

Snape walked quickly past the battered, boarded-up windows, his footsteps echoing on the cobblestones.

"Where are we going now? Professor—"

Hermione followed closely, her robes billowing behind her.

She saw Professor Snape darting through the alleys, turning and walking through almost identical streets.

Several street lamps were broken, and the two of them were sometimes illuminated by lights and sometimes shrouded in darkness.

"There are no shops or hotels on Spider's End Lane. The nearest one is on the other side of the road."

Snape explained without thinking, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Hermione didn't stop for a moment, almost hitting the boy directly on the back.

She looked around suspiciously, and saw Snape staring raptly to the right.

The two had left the labyrinth of brick houses and came to a cold country road.

On the right side of the road is what appears to be a small playground, where two girls are playing on a swing set illuminated by street lights.

"...Professor?" Hermione asked in a low voice with some hesitation.

"I don't know—well, that's Lily Evans over there."

Severus got stuck very rarely, and then waved his hand angrily.

"As you must know, Harry Potter's mother - well, she just happens to live in this area."

"Huh? Harry's mother knew you since childhood?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"That's not surprising. Because we're all wizards—"

Severus said coldly, after a brief gaffe, he quickly regained his composure and pointed to the other side.

"Okay, let's go there now... There should be the answer we want."

...the answer you want?

Following the direction of Snape's finger, Hermione turned her head, and the light sign of a dilapidated motel was flickering.

Under the dim streetlights, the words on the rusty street signs standing on the side of the road can be vaguely read.

"Cockworth... small town?"

"Yes, you can write the place name if you want to subscribe to the newspaper."

Snape replied perfunctorily, crossing the road that seemed to separate the two worlds, and came to the front of the hotel.

Just like the picture in memory, the short newspaper rack is placed beside the door panel, and the porter of the hotel is yawning listlessly.

Severus' eyes fell on the date in the newspaper—

July 14, 1971.

All right.

Just as he guessed, something unbelievably outrageous happened.

He went back twenty-six years ago, the July when he received his acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

Um--

Severus turned his head and glanced at the girl who was curiously looking inside the hotel door.

To make matters worse, there is another trouble around him that he didn't have before.