Chapter 156 A Desperate Man Standing in the Dark

Sherlock looked at him from the side, shook his head helplessly, and waited without urging.

Snape stared at the small building for a long time, and finally drank the polyjuice potion.

His appearance changed rapidly, his hair became refreshing and smooth, and his face full of vicissitudes returned to his youth.

Except for the look in his eyes that was inconsistent with that of a normal teenager, Snape had returned to his appearance when he was seventeen years old.

He climbed over the fence surrounding the yard and walked into the garden. He still remembered Lily's room clearly, which was on the far right of the first floor.

They had not yet broken up, and they had chatted there through a window, imagining what college they would be assigned to after going to Hogwarts.

And this piece of grass, Snape once secretly came to find Lily during the summer vacation of the second grade, but was discovered by his sister Petunia. She screamed that he was a freak and told her mother that he had trampled their lawn.

There is a small back garden behind the small building. In the summer, he and Lily like to sit by the wall together and look at the stars in the sky. Although the sky is always dark and foggy, they can always guess what the starry sky above the dark clouds looks like based on the position of the constellations learned in astronomy class.

Snape never really thought that he would be able to set foot in this small courtyard again one day.

Yes, he has fantasized about it many times, but those were all dreams, and now he is here in reality, and the person he has been thinking about day and night is on the other side of the window.

His eyes became moist at some point, Snape sniffed, he looked at the dark window glass blocked by the curtains, and tapped it gently with his fingers.

The person inside didn't seem to be sleeping deeply, and she was awakened by a little movement, and the soft light of the bedside lamp came on.

"Who's outside?"

Listening to the voice inside that had only appeared in dreams for more than ten years, Snape forced his tone and said in a trembling voice.

"I, Severus."

The person in the room seemed to pause for a moment, and then two or three seconds passed, she got off the bed and opened the curtains.

That was a beautiful girl with long wavy wine-red hair. On the other side of the window, she frowned and stared at Snape.

Looking at that face, Snape couldn't hold it back anymore, tears silently slid down his cheeks, he opened his mouth, just stared at Lily, like a wooden man who could only cry.

On the other side of the window, Lily saw Snape's expression and couldn't help but feel a little helpless, she opened the window.

"What do you want to do, Snape."

Snape almost cried and supported the wall with his hands, he apologized in a low, humble, regretful voice.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I was wrong... I shouldn't have scolded you like that..."

Lily looked at him, pursed her lips, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"You have apologized to me many times for this matter." Her voice was cold, "I also told you that I will not accept your apology, never."

Snape raised his head and looked at her with such pitiful eyes. He had never begged a person so much, begged for her forgiveness so much.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I just want you to forgive me, nothing else matters... I haven't thought about anything else... As long as you forgive me, just this..."

The words he said in front of Sherlock before, what about taking Lily back and taking revenge on Black and others, all were thrown behind Snape's mind.

His request now is so simple, just need the forgiveness of the girl in front of him, just a word of forgiveness.

But Lily still looked at him with those cold eyes.

"Do you really need my forgiveness? Mr. Snape, your talent in the dark arts is obvious to all, and all the students in Slytherin College regard you as an idol. You have your own friends, Rosier, Wilkes, Mulciber, and your most beloved senior Malfoy. Even though Malfoy has graduated and joined those people, you still keep in touch with him. You have a good relationship with them, why do you still need my forgiveness?"

Snape wanted to explain, but he couldn't say anything.

Because what Lily said was not wrong, the mudblood was just the final fuse. In fact, long before this sentence was said, their relationship had become distant because Snape was obsessed with the study of the dark arts and liked to make friends who were inclined to the pure-blood theory.

He could only keep making promises and keep hoping that she would trust him again.

"No, I will cut off all ties with them in the future... I will not study the Dark Arts... I will not do anything you don't like!"

"You have said these things to me before." Lily remained unmoved, "But every time you made a promise, you did not change at all. During the summer vacation of the fifth grade, I have been thinking about our relationship for a long time, Snape."

Lily looked at the embarrassed Snape calmly, and was even unwilling to call his name.

"When you pulled me to study the dark arts with you in the fourth grade, I should have figured it out. You are just like your friends. You like those tortured things, you like that person's theory, and you don't hide your admiration for him at all. That sentence is just what you said in your heart."

"All our friendships have ended long ago, and there will be no more. You don't need my forgiveness, and I won't say against my will that I won't blame you. There is no relationship between us anymore."

Snape's face was ashen, his eyes became empty again, and he was so desperate that he couldn't say a word.

After finding himself back in the past, he fantasized that as long as he apologized to Lily more sincerely and more sincerely, she would forgive him, but these were just his fantasies.

Things that have been done and mistakes that have been made cannot be forgiven lightly with just an apology or a promise.

If Sherlock had taken him back to 1975 or earlier instead of 1977, Snape would still have a way to make amends, but now he had already done all the wrong things.

He even planned it on the Knight Bus. As long as Lily was willing to forgive him, he would immediately find a way to replace himself at this time.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he would immediately take her away from England, fly away, change the future, and get rid of that damn fate!

However, these were only fantasies in his mind.

"It's late, I'm going to sleep." Lily said lightly, and then she was about to close the window.

Snape pressed the window frame nervously, staring at Lily.

"You can not forgive me, but you must not be with Potter! It will be dangerous for you to be with him! It will cost you your life!"

Hearing his words, Lily's face became angry.

"We are not even friends now, you are too nosy! It is not up to you to decide who I am going to be with!"

"No! Believe me, Lily! Please believe me! You really can't be with him! That man will kill you, he will kill you!"

Their quarrel was so loud that it startled Penny who lived upstairs. She opened the window and threatened sharply.

"If you keep quarreling, I will wake up Mom and Dad!"

"Bang!"

Lily shut the window heavily, then drew the curtains and turned off the table lamp in the room.

Snape stood motionless in front of the window of Lily's room like a body without a soul.

In the dark night, there stood a desperate man.

At this time, Sherlock sighed softly and walked to Snape's side. Looking at his current appearance, he couldn't help shaking his head.

He pulled Snape's arm, like pulling a lifeless marionette, and brought him out of the Evans' house.

"Look at it more openly, man."

While Snape was talking to Lily, Sherlock leaned against the wall and heard everything they talked about.

On the dark and quiet side of the road, Sherlock dragged Snape along aimlessly.

At this time, he knew that Snape certainly didn't need comfort. If comfort was useful, Snape wouldn't have regretted it even after more than ten years.

When walking along a road, Sherlock saw a Muggle bar that was still open, and then he dragged Snape in.

The city was small, and few people were willing to go out at night, so there were almost no people in the bar.

Sherlock took Snape to an empty table and sat down, and threw a gold galleon to the boss who was wiping the wine glass, asking him to identify the authenticity of the gold first.

He was carrying Muggle currency for emergency use when needed, but the issuance date of those banknotes was around 1990, and they definitely couldn't be used in this era, so he could only pay the bill with galleons.

"Whiskey, rum or tequila, as long as it's strong alcohol, it's fine."

The bar owner quickly determined that the gold coin was real gold, and immediately met Sherlock's request and sent them two bottles of whiskey.

"If it's not enough, the guests can call me again."

Sherlock waved his hand, indicating that his service was not needed here.

He set the glasses and filled a glass for himself and Snape.

Snape stared at the glass in front of him, and he has not yet recovered from the state of losing his soul.

"There's nothing to say, Severus." Sherlock looked at him and raised the glass in his hand, "Drink it, and you won't think so much after drinking it."

At this time, Snape finally took action.

He picked up the glass of wine with a numb face, and the glass reflected his pale and embarrassed face, and then he drank the glass of wine.