Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

Chapter 934 [Chapter 5] 20

"Severus - oh, great, Lily's there too, so I don't have to look for her anymore - you guys come to the school hospital right away."

Snape said angrily, "You haven't finished your long list of potion preparations - it can't be done in one night, can it?"

But Dumbledore didn't laugh.His voice was very serious, even a little scary.

"Ron Weasley was poisoned. Luckily, Harry found the bezoar in time and saved his life-this is very strange, you should go to the school hospital immediately."

Snape froze for a moment.Just like that, he fell behind that fake Lily—her reaction was obviously faster than his, and she had already turned around and walked towards the door, pulling open the door of the potion office.

Snape was a little annoyed, feeling as if he didn't want to follow the impostor; but her pace was many times faster than usual, and he couldn't even keep up with her without quickening his pace.Not long after they went upstairs, they met Professor McGonagall, so Snape could only slow down and follow behind the two ladies.

They hurried to the school hospital and found Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn standing at the door.Neither of them looked very good-looking, and Professor Slughorn's face was almost pale.

Snape frowned and took another look at Slughorn, only to realize that the old professor was still holding a bottle of wine in his right hand.

It was Ron Weasley who had the accident, so whether they came to the school hospital to investigate the incident or visit patients, do they need to take alcohol? !

Snape stared suspiciously at the bottle in Slughorn's hand.Perhaps because he noticed his gaze, the old professor shuddered all over, and actually shrank back a bit, and retracted his right hand unconsciously.

Snape: "..."

"Okay," said Dumbledore, "let's go and visit Ron Weasley first. Poor boy, he must not understand what's going on."

The others didn't speak, but Slughorn responded in a dazed way: "Huh? Well, yes, yes... I... I didn't mean it."

Snape found this even more strange.Calmly, he glanced at Slughorn one more time, then followed Dumbledore into the hospital hospital.

Ron Weasley was lying on a hospital bed, his face was pale, and he seemed to have completely lost the troublesome energy he had during the previous night outing, and he seemed to be still semi-conscious with his eyes closed.Madam Pomfrey was standing by the bed taking his temperature.Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley sat on both sides of Ron's hospital bed, and Harry Potter stood beside Ginny.Hearing the footsteps of their group, the little wizards all turned their heads.

Snape's eyes slid over Ron lying on the hospital bed, Harry and Hermione who were by the window, and paused for a moment when passing Ginny, and then looked away, listening to Deng with a blank expression. Bullido praises Harry Potter for his heroism in finding the bezoar in time to save Ron's life.

Then he heard Professor McGonagall ask the real question—why?How is this going?

Only then did he realize that the bottle of wine Slughorn was holding was actually the culprit of everything.

"The wine should have a faint scent of licorice and cherry," said Dumbledore, passing the bottle to Snape. "If it wasn't poisoned."

Snape took it and sniffed the bottle.There was a burnt-like bitterness coming from the bottle, but it was not very obvious.In fact, if he hadn't shaken the bottle just now, this bitterness could almost be covered up under the aroma of licorice and cherry.

He heard Slughorn explain in a slightly flustered tone: "I was actually going to give it as a present—"

Dumbledore asked calmly: "To whom? May I ask?"

Slughorn's voice sounded a little wavy.It seemed to be nervous, and it seemed to be a little scared.

"...It's for you, Headmaster."

Snape was holding the bottle, not feeling surprised for some reason.

Hearing Slughorn's answer, Professor McGonagall who was standing by the bed also looked over.

The fake Lily wasn't near the bed, but she didn't seem too surprised by the answer.Because she was standing so close to Snape, the room fell into silence again, and he could even hear her breathing not changing in frequency.

At this moment, a high-decibel sound came from behind them.

"Where is he? Where is my Enen?! Did he find me?"

A chubby girl ran up behind them, panting and pushing away the person standing in front of her, as if she wanted to rush to hug Ron Weasley immediately.

She accidentally bumped into the fake Lily as she squeezed in.Because she seemed to be very anxious, she rushed over like a cannonball, the impostor didn't seem to expect that someone would suddenly appear behind her and hit her, her body's center of gravity was unstable, and she swayed to the side——

Snape was holding the wine bottle that was the evidence and the murder weapon in both hands, and he couldn't spare her hand to give her a hand.But that fake Lily didn't need him to reach out at all, she quickly stretched out her hand to help him very naturally, and took advantage of the situation to stand firm.

Snape could feel the gaze of Ginny - the real Lily - sitting on the edge of the bed this time.She seemed to be in deep thought after seeing that scene.

Snape: "..."

Of course he couldn't read the subtext in Ginny's eyes, because the subtext was so obvious - but it made him even more embarrassed and annoyed.

He glared hard at the girl who had squeezed in front of him, recognized it as a Gryffindor, and wanted to give Gryffindor fifty points.

But before he could make a sound, a big show of jealousy unfolded in front of him.Two little girls got into an argument in front of him, just to... compete for Ron Weasley's heart?

He felt that all this was simply too unreal.It's as inexplicable as Lily's sudden death and resurrection.

Then, the drama came to an abrupt end - when Ron Weasley, who was still in a coma, called Hermione Granger's name in delirium.So another Gryffindor girl who had just squeezed in ran away crying.

Snape: "..."

He felt his face tense.I don't know why I was called here, besides investigating the poisoning, why I was called here, and then I watched these third-rate love dramas staged by these little Gryffindor monsters - and it was in front of Lily !

In the end, it was Dumbledore who came to a conclusion and broke the awkward atmosphere in the room.

"It's good to be young, and you can still be hurt by love." He said in a philosophical tone.

Snape felt that he couldn't stay here for a minute.

Fortunately, after the concluding remarks, Dumbledore made everyone disperse."It looks like Mr Weasley will be well looked after," he said, and turned to Snape, winking meaningfully.

Snape felt like he didn't want to talk to him just yet.But no.Dumbledore seems to have a basket of feelings to express, and he is the best tree hole.

Along the way, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn left at the fork in the road and went to rest; in the end, even the impostor Lily broke up with them in front of a staircase leading to the eighth floor, and only Dumbledore continued to follow him briskly, like a knight trying to escort him back to the dungeons.

Snape curled his lips in annoyance and clicked his tongue.

Dumbledore said enthusiastically: "Ah... Speaking of poison, I borrowed a book from Lily a few days ago, a collection of Muggle poems... Very good, with beautiful words; Severus, maybe you also Should see..."

Snape exhaled impatiently through his nose.

"I'm not interested in Muggle poetry anthologies at all." He said dryly, squeezing the neck of the poisoned wine bottle, striding down the corridor late at night.

For his bad temper, Dumbledore laughed as if he didn't see it.

"Really? You think so?" As if he didn't care about Snape's annoyed attitude at all, he happily suggested: "But I really suggest you take a look, Severus... there are also Muggles A person who can perfectly use dry words to express deep meaning... Let me give you an example."

In a eloquent and pleasant tone, he recited with great concentration and ups and downs: "...I have kissed this world with my eyes and arms; I have hidden it layer by layer in my heart here; I have drowned its day and night with thoughts, until the world and my life became one. I love my life because I love the light of heaven that is woven with me."

Snape: "..."

He wanted to say that he had no interest in this kind of complicated accumulation of words.Yet Dumbledore's choice of this poem to chant, at such a delicate moment, does not seem to be a whim.

He had no choice but to hold back his temper and reluctantly listened.

Sometimes Dumbledore is also a poetic person, from the fact that before he went alone to Gaunt's old house to find the resurrection stone ring, he had to use two specious poems to prevaricate the fake Lily's inquiry, can be inferred.

So, now that he was reciting poetry again; Snape could only see his behavior as a foreshadowing, looking for clues in the poetry he mentioned that he intended to hint to himself.

...And the poem Dumbledore chose really sounded like he was leaving some clues to the world he was going to leave soon.

"If leaving this world is as real as loving it...then life's encounters and partings must mean something," he intones emotionally.

Snape: "..."

He felt now that Dumbledore had poked his heart on purpose.

"I assumed you should have something more important to say to me—" he said angrily.

Dumbledore smiled.

"That's the important thing, Severus," he replied mildly.

"I don't see any point in Muggle poetry—" said Snape.

"Oh, yes, yes." Dumbledore nodded and replied with a meaningful smile.

"Poetry is an excellent tool that will allow you to understand the feelings of others at the right moment," he said. "You will understand this one day, Severus."

The author has something to say:

February 5:

fatigue……

I'm going to speed up the process.

Can’t write another [-] chapters ahhhh

Next update: tomorrow at midnight

PS. The poems quoted in this chapter come from Tagore's "Fruit Picking Collection".