MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v2 Chapter 25 resurrection

It was rainy and rainy, as the weather in England has always been. Many wizards think this is some ancient and powerful magic at work, but the official answer is the climate. On this gloomy day, a haggard man in black came to Godric's Hollow with a large, heavy black umbrella. It's a small village and a half-wizard settlement. There is a small square in the center of the village, and the stone bricks are covered with moss, which is very quiet.

There is a war memorial-shaped building in the center of the square. There are several shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel, and the stained glass shines like jewels across the square. The monument is enchanted so that it changes as the wizard walks by, and instead of an obelisk full of names, it becomes a statue of three people: a man with tousled hair and glasses, a long Hair, a beautiful and kind woman, and a baby girl sitting in her mother's arms.

Severus Snape walked through the church, and the stained glass gave nothing but foreboding in this weather. But he didn't seem to be affected and just came to a cemetery behind the church, with a narrow door at the entrance. Rows of tombstones stand on the light blue silver carpet, engraved with the surnames of ancient wizarding families. The little cemetery had been haunted for years, but with Snape's arrival, the ghosts of the old days had retreated to their cemetery to hide.

He walked straight ahead, past the tombstones. Snape hadn't been to this place in years, but he remembered the way. He stopped in front of a tombstone inscribed with James Potter. Snape looked at the tombstone with unexpected peace.

He walked past.

Next to James Potter's tombstone is Lily Potter's tombstone. Their epitaphs are the same, an old proverb: The last enemy to be destroyed is death.

Snape's lips moved slightly, and he said the sentence silently.

Yes, the last enemy to destroy is death.

Snape put down his umbrella and let the cold rain hit his face. Britain was still cold in April, especially on rainy days. He soon felt a chill come over him, and Snape took a deep breath without hesitating. Magic poured out of his fingers, turned into a white shovel, and dug up Lily Potter's grave. He saw the coffin soon after, and Snape's lips trembled, whether it was the cold or some other reason. Maybe he doesn't know it himself.

He let out a long, painful sigh. He jumped into the puddle, the dirt and rain soaking his trouser legs. Snape stroked the thick and cold coffin with his own hands, wiping away the dirt on it with gentle movements.

With his movements, the words engraved on the coffin also appeared: May love let you sleep peacefully.

Her love for her daughter had put her to sleep, and now another love will wake her from death.

Snape clenched his fists, and he chanted a spell, an ancient spell from another world spewing out of his lips. They have spanned millions of years, even a world, and came to this coffin. With the movement of the mantra, the coffin was opened out of thin air. Inside lay a rotting corpse in a black dress, almost a skeleton. Snape remembered that day, October 31, 1981, and it was now 1992.

Snape didn't miss the past. Once the magic started, it couldn't stop. He opened his arms, screaming in pain, the magic of his whole body poured out from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, and a white light illuminated this small pit. Those magic powers floated in mid-air, forming a ball of light the size of a basketball. Snape fell to the ground feebly, and he was in disarray.

"Cough-cough-cough..." Snape coughed a few times, covering his mouth, blood gushing out from his fingers. For a while, he really thought he was dead.

But he didn't.

So, Snape folded his hands together, he got up with difficulty, knelt on the ground, blood boiled in his palms. The magical light group in the air gradually dispersed, forming an intricately patterned magic circle around the deep pit, and Snape closed his eyes. He Shenyan's voice rang in his ears.

"The difficulty of this magic is love, Mr. Snape."

In his office, Snape heard He Shenyan say this. He didn't look at Snape, leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, his tone indifferent.

"The first thing you have to endure is the pain of death, because this magic involves alchemy. The essence of alchemy is equivalent exchange. If you survive the pain of death, then you can move on to the next step. A difficult step."

He Shenyan suddenly sat upright, looked into his eyes, and said word by word, "Is your love really strong enough to wake the dead from their long sleep?"

Snape didn't know the answer at the time, and Snape, who was kneeling in the pit now, didn't know the answer either. But the flame in his heart was already so strong that if he didn't release it, he would burn himself to death, so he just smiled faintly.

Those magic power poured into Lily Potter's corpse~www.novelbuddy.com~ Her body, which had been decayed to only a skeleton, was quickly returning to human form, and her red hair grew again, but she was still not breathing.

Snape leaned on his knees and moved to the side of the coffin little by little, his palms clasped together never opened, until now, he put his hands on the face of the woman in the coffin who seemed to be sleeping, and released his hands, His boiling blood dripped, Snape's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he let out a roar from his throat, just at this moment, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and the rumbling thunder heralded the coming of the rainstorm.

She didn't move.

Snape lowered his head, the torrential rain fell from the sky, washing away the mud and blood on his body, also soaking him all over, feeling the cold piercing his bone marrow. But he didn't care at all, the rain woven together in his face and finally dripped to the ground.

No one cares about the low cry of a man in the rainstorm. Only tombstones and corpses accompany him here, and only ghosts can be heard, but they will not appear.

Until a hand gently stroked his side face, Snape was shocked, and he didn't dare to look up, for fear that it was just his own fantasy. But the voice, the voice that appeared in his dreams countless days and nights, asked slowly, "What's wrong with me, Severus?"

Severus Snape looked up, and he saw a red-haired woman in a black dress looking at him with a bewildered face.

In the rain, they looked at each other.

No one spoke, only the sound of wind, rain and thunder dubbing this long-planned reunion.

Snape had thousands of words he wanted to say, but when the words came to his mouth, he spit out only a few whimpers and vague words. He had imagined this day countless times and was willing to pay any price. But when the day came, he found that he couldn't say anything.

There are only a thousand lines of tears.