The silver light of the Legilimency spell surged from Charle's wand, hitting Snape at point-blank range.
Snape instantly felt as if his brain had been struck by a massive hammer.
His mind was already in turmoil, and his Occlumency had loosened. At this moment, his brain's defenses were smashed open, allowing the magic of Legilimency to invade.
Immediately, Snape's memories began to play out.
A child who grew up in the dark Knockturn Alley, with a deep sense of inferiority due to his mixed blood, met a Muggle-born witch named Lily by chance.
At that moment, Lily was bathed in sunlight, the withered petals of the lily in her hand slowly reviving, making her look like a pure angel...
The moment Lily appeared in the memory, Snape's Occlumency instantly recovered.
His Occlumency was arguably the strongest in the magical world, capable of deceiving even Dumbledore and Voldemort's probes, and even capable of fabricating memories when Legilimency wasn't cast directly with a wand.
Naturally, resisting Charle's casually cast Legilimency was effortless.
"Get out!"
"How dare you pry into my memories!"
Snape's voice roared in his mind like thunder.
Charle's Legilimency, facing Snape's counterattack, was like facing a hundred-meter-high wave, collapsing upon contact and retreating continuously.
However, just as Snape's eyes revealed killing intent, and he was even about to use this mental clash between Legilimency and Occlumency to leave an incurable wound on Charle in the spiritual world...
The next moment, the intensity of Charle's Legilimency surged at an astonishing speed.
The speed of this growth stunned even Snape.
"How is this possible?"
"How can there be such a speed of progress..."
Then, Snape gritted his teeth, his gaze fierce, and continued to launch a mental counterattack against Charle, hoping to overwhelm Charle's spirit in one go.
What he didn't know was that while clashing with Snape's Occlumency using Legilimency, Deep Blue's prompts kept ringing in Charle's mind.
Host has obtained advanced material for Occlumency. The required points for deducing Occlumency will significantly decrease.
Host has obtained advanced material related to Legilimency. The required points for deducing Legilimency will significantly decrease.
Host has obtained material related to mental magic. The required points for experiencing mental magic will significantly decrease.
...
A series of prompts almost flooded the screen.
The Legilimency that Charle was deducing not only saw its progress surge wildly, but the required points also kept decreasing.
At the same time, Charle's already impressive Occlumency was also tempered in this mental clash, becoming even more resilient.
All of this combined made Snape's mental counterattack feel like it was hitting an unshakeable reef.
No matter how high the waves, the reef remained motionless!
The waves washed away, leaving only Deep Blue eternal!
Legilimency's initial deduction is complete. The host's Legilimency has become instinctual and can be used wandlessly and wordlessly.
Legilimency's secondary deduction is complete. The host's Legilimency possesses the ability to see through people's hearts. The host can tell at a glance whether the person in front of them is lying, and even perceive their mental weaknesses.
...
Deep Blue's prompts continued, and this was precisely what made Snape feel horrified—the intensity of Charle's Legilimency was surging at a terrifying speed, and it seemed to be more cunning, heading straight for the loopholes in his Occlumency!
The scene that had been cut off earlier continued to reappear, Lily's appearance flashing in the memories.
The years of growing up together with Lily were the best times in Snape's memory.
Even appearing in such an offense and defense, it brought a hint of tenderness to Snape's eyes.
However, Charle was not there to let Snape relive such happiness.
The next second, Snape saw the Sorting.
This was the first thing that made him feel pain.
Lily went to Gryffindor, while he went to Slytherin, and the distance between them began to appear.
Then came more and more scenes.
Estrangement, estrangement, more and more estrangement appeared.
The innocence of childhood sweethearts faded, and the fundamental differences between the two became more and more apparent.
Lily increasingly moved towards light and love, while Snape became more and more narrow-minded, fanatically worshipping the power of dark magic.
Arguments, arguments, more and more arguments.
Especially when Lily began to be pursued by James Potter, the arguments intensified repeatedly.
Until that time, Snape was hung upside down by James Potter and publicly humiliated, his dignity swept away.
When this memory surfaced, Snape was terrified.
"No, no!"
He roared in his mind, even pleading with Charle.
Repeating this humiliating experience was certainly painful for him.
But after so many years, Snape was no longer the student he once was; he had endured all sorts of humiliation.
This particular incident wasn't enough to break him.
What truly terrified Snape was what happened next.
After being saved by Lily, he angrily uttered those three unforgivable words – Mudblood.
From then on, Lily broke off their friendship, and the two went their separate ways completely.
As Charle mercilessly flashed back to this memory, Snape's mind felt as if it had been struck hard, and the cracks in his Occlumency spread at a visible speed.
For his entire life, he regretted those three words.
And at this moment, Charle sneered in the mental world.
"Professor Snape, you are truly foolish."
"Do you think if you had used a different insult instead of the unforgivable word Mudblood, you could have salvaged things?"
"You've regretted Mudblood your whole life, but you don't regret your other malicious words?"
"Saying the wrong thing, especially saying hurtful words, words that trample on others' dignity, comes at an irreparable cost. It seems you haven't truly repented enough."
"It's alright, let's continue."
Charle said faintly.
"James Potter, Potter, he is Harry Potter's father, right?"
"In that case, Lily is Harry Potter's mother?"
"Then I'm very curious, everyone says they were killed by the mysterious person, so why did the mysterious person personally kill them, and why target Harry Potter, an infant?"
"I'm sure your memories hold the answer."
Snape's mind was on the verge of collapse, his Occlumency covered in spiderweb-like cracks, riddled with holes.
He already knew he couldn't stop Charle.
All he could do was plead, begging not to be forced to relive that heartbreaking event.
But Charle refused him without the slightest hint of pity.
"Heh, how touching, how deeply emotional, but what does that have to do with me?"
The next moment, Snape's actions from back then surfaced in his memory.
He had overheard the prophecy about the Boy Who Lived, but only half of it, not knowing who the Boy Who Lived actually was.
To curry favor with Voldemort, he told Voldemort this prophecy.
He hadn't expected that Voldemort would target Lily's child, Harry Potter.
Snape desperately begged Voldemort, pleading with him to spare Lily, but he never expected that Lily would not fear Voldemort and would sacrifice herself to protect Harry Potter...
As this bloody memory surfaced, especially Snape's anticipation and smugness when he went to Voldemort to claim credit, and his humble and pathetic state when begging Voldemort, Snape became like a withered piece of wood.
"Kill me, kill me..."
"I killed Lily."
"Didn't you want to make me suffer? You've done it, kill me!"
Snape's mental voice was hoarse.
Charle, however, sneered again.
"After Lily died, you repented, didn't you? But what did you repent for?"
"You only repented that your informing led to Lily's death, you were angry that Harry Potter implicated Lily, you were angry that James Potter didn't protect her well..."
"But you never remembered that doing one wrong thing can potentially cost you a lifetime of regret."
"When you tried to use a child's life to achieve your own merit, you paid with the life of your lifelong love."
"Now, when you trample on the dignity of a group of children for the glory of Slytherin, for your sense of superiority, leaving them with shadows, you will pay with your reputation, honor, life, and everything."
"Do you think this is the end? No, far from it!"
At this moment, in Charle's mind, Deep Blue's voice sounded again.
Legilimency deduction completed four times, host has obtained mental magic - Mirror of Reincarnation.
In the Mirror of Reincarnation spell, the host can create everything like reincarnation based on the cursed person's memories, allowing the cursed person's happiest and most painful experiences to cycle repeatedly, and even allowing the cursed person to experience a brand new life...
During this process, the host can obtain all the secrets and the most crucial knowledge from the cursed person's memories...
Light shone in Charle's eyes.
Snape's nature was not generous; his good qualities were without exception displayed towards Lily and Lily's continuation - Harry Potter.
Charle Evans? What kind of relationship did he have with Lily?
Precisely because of this, since he decided to act against Snape, Charle didn't want to leave such a hidden danger.
However, the knowledge Snape possessed was quite important to Charle.
Not only the material for Occlumency, but also the knowledge of Potions.
To acquire the second magical Animagus transformation, Charle needed a Reversion Potion to increase the bloodline concentration of Fluffy, the three-headed dog, in order to achieve the transformation into a three-headed hellhound.
Originally, he had planned to find an opportunity to make a deal with Snape and have Snape conduct the relevant research for him.
As long as Snape came up with an idea, Charle could use relatively fewer points to have Deep Blue deduce and complete it.
But now, Snape was useless. After extracting his value, Charle would develop the Reversion Potion himself!
The Mithril Wand was pressed against Snape's temple again, followed by a mental spell derived from Legilimency.
"Mirror of Reincarnation..."
"Triple Casting!"
Without any reservation, Charle had to complete all of this before Dumbledore and the other professors arrived.
The mental burden brought by the Triple Casting of the Mirror of Reincarnation caused blood to trickle from Charle's nostrils. His mind felt as groggy as if he hadn't slept for three days and nights, accompanied by waves of stinging pain.
But what followed was Snape's mind completely falling into a state of confusion.
In front of Snape's eyes, the memories related to Lily cycled repeatedly.
Happiness and pain constantly intertwined.
The happiness of meeting and interacting with Lily made the subsequent pain even more prominent.
The more painful it was, the more precious the happiness seemed.
Under the cycle, Snape's Occlumency completely fell apart.
His own mind was also completely lost in the Mirror of Reincarnation, on the verge of collapse.
Until a certain moment.
"Snape?"
Lily's voice sounded in his ear.
Snape opened his eyes blankly, and before him was Lily with a look of concern.
"How did you fall asleep?"
"We're almost at Hogwarts, we need to get ready to get off."
Snape stared blankly at the scenery on both sides, realizing he was on the speeding Hogwarts Express.
He looked in the mirror and found that he seemed to have returned to the age of eleven.
Everything in his memory seemed like a nightmare rapidly fading away.
Ecstasy surged in Snape's heart, making him unable to resist grabbing Lily's hand, which caused Lily to widen her eyes, her cheeks flushing.
"This time, I won't let those things happen again."
Snape secretly vowed in his heart.
Everything that was about to happen appeared in his mind.
He carefully handled his relationship with Lily, and everything after the sorting at Hogwarts.
He no longer embraced black magic, no longer listened to incitement and joined the Death Eaters, but kept his distance from his fair-weather friends.
His relationship with Lily remained very close, and the deep-seated estrangement and quarrels that had left him with indelible pain never happened again.
He also used the potion knowledge that had left an impression in his memory, becoming a dazzling new star in the field of Potions. By his fifth year, he had already become a Potions Master, and fame, honor, and wealth followed.
James Potter, who had made him feel somewhat inferior, was nothing in front of him.
Finally, one night, he brought Lily to the Black Lake, confessed under the bright moonlight, and received Lily's nod.
At that moment, Snape felt a joy that came from his soul.
He just needed to eliminate one more small threat, and Lily would belong to him forever.
James Potter, in this life, he would not let him bother Lily again.
How to do it was also simple, one potion was enough.
Under Snape's arrangements and designs, everything went so smoothly.
James Potter fell strangely ill and passed away, and no one suspected Snape, who had always treated James with politeness and respect.
Until one time, Lily saw his notes and saw the potion that caused the exact same symptoms as James Potter.
At that moment, Snape's world collapsed again.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was back on the Hogwarts Express.
Snape blinked in surprise, followed by the same ecstasy.
"This time, I need to learn from the lesson again."
"I can't let Lily see the notes, or rather, there's no need to leave any notes."
"Who keeps notes if they're a decent person?"
So everything unfolded as before, only this time it was smoother.
James Potter died, and Lily never found out until graduation. Snape, as he wished, began a new life.
Until an obscure Potioneer, whom he had never paid attention to back then, came to his door and maliciously revealed the truth about James Potter's death, which he had researched and investigated.
Snape didn't hesitate to end him.
But the consequence of this was that the truth was exposed again.
He returned to that Hogwarts Express once more.
Snape clenched his fists, deciding not to bother with James Potter in this life.
However, this time, James Potter passionately pursued Lily.
The thing Snape feared happened.
No matter how famous he was, no matter how powerful he was, no matter how insignificant James Potter was in front of him, Lily still loved James Potter more.
No matter what, he and Lily seemed unable to reach the end together.
Countless cycles, always the same ending.
Until the last cycle.
This time, James Potter didn't exist. Snape, as if in a dream, married Lily and had children.
This time there was no war, no dark clouds, everything was peaceful and beautiful.
Snape watched the Lily in his heart change little by little.
Lily couldn't understand the field of Potions he had deeply cultivated.
Lily couldn't provide the help he needed.
As for emotional solace, Snape no longer needed any of that.
He discovered something terrifying: he had never truly understood Lily. Aside from their childhood, they hadn't had a heart-to-heart conversation about anything for a long time.
What terrified Snape even more was that a younger Potions apprentice, who was more like Lily in her youth, appeared by his side.
She could understand the pain he felt when encountering Potions problems, she could understand his ambitions, and she could even understand his unrequited, agonizing love for Lily and the fear buried deep in his heart...
At this moment, a question Snape had never considered before sharply pierced his heart.
What exactly did he love about Lily?
Was it the gratitude and cherish that the insecure, friendless, and unhappy half-blood little wizard felt when he finally gained a friend after seeing the little witch?
Was the love that followed truly love, or was it the pain of unrequited desire?
Not allowing such doubts to spread in his heart, Snape seemed to understand something and looked up at the sky.
"You won't succeed."
"My love for Lily is unshakable!"
Snape gritted his teeth, raised his wand at himself, and voluntarily released, ending this cycle.
After this cycle, Snape's mind had completely collapsed and gone mad, to the point where the Mirror of Reincarnation could no longer function.
Snape himself fell to the floor of his office like a pile of mud.
Charle showed a look of surprise, but for him, the goal had been achieved.
Through so many cycles, Charle knew all the magic Snape knew and the Potions he had learned.
Deep Blue's prompts were almost flooding the screen.
Host has obtained advanced material for Levicorpus...
Host has obtained advanced material for Sectumsempra...
Host has obtained advanced material for Dark Magic...
Host has obtained advanced material for Potions...
Adding the Legilimency and Occlumency materials he had obtained earlier, Snape's value had been completely squeezed dry.
Charle said faintly.
"Then, it's time for the last thing."
...
Meanwhile, the little Hufflepuffs had, as Charle instructed, gone to Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Dumbledore to explain how Snape had insulted and humiliated them.
At this moment, regardless of their inner thoughts, the professors and the Headmaster were furious.
And upon hearing that Charle had angrily gone to teach Snape a lesson, Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff, was even more worried and rushed towards the Head of Slytherin's office.
Her worry was simple.
Snape was once a Death Eater, they all knew that.
Who knew what Snape might do to Charle in his anger?
Professor McGonagall also gave Dumbledore a meaningful look. Before she could get a response from Dumbledore's deep blue eyes, she also quickly rushed over with Professor Flitwick.
No matter what, they couldn't let Charle be harmed by Snape.
The mental humiliation suffered by the young Hufflepuffs had already brought shame upon Hogwarts.
If a genius like Charle were to be harmed again, Hogwarts' reputation would likely be completely ruined, and they, as professors, would be heartbroken.
As the professors rushed out, an even more unexpected scene unfolded before them.
The corridor was packed with students from Hufflepuff.
In addition, students from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, from the lower grades to the upper grades, even the seventh-year students who were about to graduate, were all standing there.
They gritted their teeth.
"Professors, Headmaster..."
"We want to help Charle too!"
"That old bat Snape deserves it!"
"His favoritism is outrageous, and he's extremely harsh on us students from other houses. I don't know how many people are afraid of Potions class, and how many have been scolded to tears in Potions class."
"Besides Slytherin, no one likes Snape!"
"We support Charle, and we want to help Charle beat up the old bat too!"
Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall and the others looked at Dumbledore, their eyes clearly conveying their meaning.
Dumbledore didn't know what to think and lowered his head.
He truly hadn't expected the resentment Snape had caused at Hogwarts to reach such a level.
But there was no time to think about that now. Snape's punishment could be dealt with later; for now, they had to save Charle Evans.
Dumbledore and the other professors hurried towards Slytherin, followed by a throng of students.
They rushed to the door of the Slytherin Head of House office.
Just as Dumbledore raised his wand to force open the office door, the door opened on its own.
With a whoosh, the students all pulled out their wands, aiming them at the doorway with shared hostility, planning to hit the old bat Snape who walked out with a nasty curse.
But the next moment, Charle's figure appeared in their line of sight.
Inside the office were a fainted Malfoy and a limp, unconscious Snape on the floor.
At this moment, whether it was Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, or the students, they all stood rooted to the spot as if under a Body-Binding Spell.
Hannah and Hermione, who had been worried about Charle, opened their mouths in bewilderment.
"Charle, he..."
Even the usually boisterous Weasley twins were stunned.
"He defeated the old bat?"
The next moment, a wave of uproar erupted, a sound like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami that truly threatened to lift the dome of Hogwarts.
Countless eyes firmly imprinted the image of Charle walking out of the Slytherin Head of House office into their minds.
A first-year student, on the first day of class, knocked down the Head of Slytherin House, seeking justice for his classmates.
This was a legend that had never appeared in Hogwarts' thousand-year history!
At this moment, no one doubted Charle's title as the strongest.
Even the young wizards who were loyal fans of Dumbledore couldn't help but shout along with the people beside them.
"Charle Evans, King of Lumos, the strongest at Hogwarts!"
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