Seeing the Boggart fall to the ground in such a sorry state, Snape curled his lip and casually waved his wand. "Hilarious! Hilarious!"
It was as if someone had lashed the Boggart with a whip, and with a clear, crisp sound, the Boggart's original Dementor form vanished.
A tall, thin, skeletal figure appeared, his skin seemingly whiter than his bones, his indistinct features as if sealed with wax, twisted strangely.
The tall, thin figure reached out in a disheveled state, desperately clutching his waist, but could not prevent himself from being split in two. His upper body fell to the ground, while his lower body stood strangely upright in place.
Snap!
The tall, thin figure, now split in two, disappeared, and then the old box closed up on its own, and that was the end of it.
"Heh heh, Voldemort!"
The silvery mist passed through Snape's body, giving him a warmth he had never felt before.
He felt as if he had returned to a warm past, gazing into the eyes of the red-haired girl, basking in the warm sun, feeling the softness of the grass, and his heart seemed to regain its softness and warmth.
"Lily…"
He tried to widen his eyes and avoid blinking; he didn't want the tears to blur his vision.
The red-haired girl blurred.
However, the tears were so overwhelming that they almost instantly overflowed from his eyes.
Snape turned away somewhat awkwardly, his back to Vizette, as he tried to recall the various spells he knew and wipe away his warm tears with dignity.
This was the first time in so many years that he had so clumsily thought about what kind of magic he should use.
A feeling of relaxation welled up in his heart at this moment.
Being able to cast the Patronus Charm was good news.
The Patronus Charm protects you, and protects those you care about.
Although he couldn't do it, maybe he could?
He murmured to himself, a faint smile curving his lips.
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"Mr. Riddle, do you know what? When I went back to the common room yesterday, I saw Draco and Lovegood talking again."
Pansy Parkinson sat on the brass bed, leaning against the wall, holding a beautiful peacock feather quill in her hand, writing continuously in her diary.
The quill tip pressed down on one of the pages, outlining a series of elegant cursive letters.
"When Draco returned to the common room, he still had a smile on his face. I asked Draco several times, but he just wouldn't explain."
"I really don't understand what's so great about that Lovegood? She's just an Obscurial, who knows how much longer she'll live!"
The black writing lingered for only a second before disappearing without a trace, as if absorbed by the diary.
Pansy was used to this; she just pursed her lips, changed her posture, and placed the diary on her cross-legged lap.
"Even Professor Snape seems to treat Lovegood differently! And Dumbledore too, he actually came to my house to warn my father because of Lovegood!"
Suddenly, black ink seeped out of the paper, quickly intertwining and forming a string of elegant and graceful cursive letters.
Pansy, I'm so glad you're willing to share your life with me. You've been through so much lately, always asking me all sorts of questions about your studies. I was really worried you weren't getting enough rest.
Upon seeing this passage, a fleeting blush crossed Pansy's face, and her handwriting became somewhat clumsy and less neat.
"Mr. Riddle, thank you so much for your concern. I never expected you to be so considerate; it's such a surprise!"
"I also have quite a few magical items at home, including those magical portraits, but none of them seem to work like yours. I'm really sorry!"
New cursive letters emerged.
Pansy, you don't need to apologize to me. Instead, I should thank you. You're the first person to talk to me in all these years.
I was so lonely before, and I could never meet a beautiful lady like you... who knows how to use this diary.
Pansy took a deep breath, widened her eyes, and wrote with increased force, almost tearing the page. "Mr. Riddle, can you see me?"
Pansy, I can't see you, but I can sense what kind of person you are through your beautiful handwriting and refined speech.
Your handwriting must have been practiced specifically, right? This kind of font is not easy to write; I bet you've put in a lot of effort. It's truly remarkable!
"Yes! You're the only one who would compliment my handwriting. Draco has never said that to me. But he's a good person; he's been very good to me since I was little..."
Of course! I trust your judgment in people. Just like you kept me by your side, it must be because of your discerning eye.
...
Pansy and her diary continued their conversation from afternoon until sunset, until the ink in the bottle had gone down by one notch.
Pansy twisted her sore wrist, but didn't stop writing.
She had previously been casual about the diary, but she only kept it because it was on Draco's desk.
However, now, this diary was like a caring older brother to her, always understanding where her worries lay.
Not only that, this caring older brother would also comfort and praise her at the right time. His words were like honey, extremely sweet and touching her heart.
Pansy couldn't help but sigh, and wrote the following in her diary, "Mr. Riddle, if you could come out, I would just want to see you..."
Pansy, you're so considerate of me. How could I not want to come out? There are just some obstacles I need to overcome.
"An obstacle?" Pansy wrote impatiently. "Mr. Riddle, what is the obstacle? What can I do for you? You've done so much for me!"
Pansy, I'm so touched to hear you say that! I need some life force. Do you know what kinds of animals live in Hogwarts?
Of course, I wouldn't harm those adorable owls and cats... Perhaps you know that Hogwarts keeps roosters there?
"Raising roosters?" Pansy frowned slightly. "I guess the only one left is that hunting ground guard, a half-giant."
"I think his name is Hagrid? He's a servant at Hogwarts, helping to grow pumpkins. He should be able to find a rooster."
Pansy, you have such a good memory. You even told me about people you don't want to talk about.
"Perhaps you could bring me a few roosters? I can teach you a magic trick to gracefully strip them of their life force."
"Elegant magic?" Pansy wrote with interest. "You mean... no bleeding? And no need to touch the roosters with your hands?"
Of course! How could I bear to let Pansy touch them? They're so dirty! It's just a simple spell... You need to relax a bit more before I can teach you this spell.
Without the slightest hesitation, Pansy asked, "Relax more? What should I do?"
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