Spider End Lane, Cokeworth, at night in 1970.

The town beside the sewage river is full of dilapidated houses. Walking along the streets of abandoned factories, you can see the street lamps that have been in disrepair and the dirty garbage bags blown up by the night wind.

"Yo, yo, look who I saw, weird Severus, wearing his weird clothes." A little boy wearing a three-piece suit pointed at Snape and laughed with several children around him.

laugh it out.

Snape pursed his lips, carried his schoolbag, and walked around the corner in silence.

"Hey, hey, don't leave." The group of children rushed out.

"You're kidding, Severus, we were joking." The little boy said sincerely, "Can we make friends?"

Snape was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he looked up at him.

"Listen, although you are not good at studies and have a bad personality, you are cool enough and we need friends like you." The little boy put his hand on his companion's shoulder and looked at Snape with a smile.

There is a party tomorrow night, how about you come too."

Snape's heart was moved, and he looked at this group of people with some hope, "I..."

"Hahahaha." The little boy suddenly laughed, "The premise is..."

"The premise is that you have to wear normal clothes, hahaha."

"..."

Is this humiliation? But they look very enthusiastic. Is this mockery? But they seem to really want to invite me.

Snape looked down at his clothes, finally remained silent for a long time, and walked past him with his lips pursed.

His mind was in chaos and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally, he came to the deepest corner of the alley, a house with a weird attic.

Looking up, the attic made of various pieces of broken wood is really weird. It looks like a witch's crooked hat. Such a house will not look out of place in this alley, because there are random buildings everywhere.

trace.

This place is so dilapidated that no one is willing to come and take care of it anymore.

Opening the door, he walked through the cramped groceries to the stairs leading upstairs. Just as Snape was about to go upstairs, he heard his parents arguing again.

He was silent for a long time, then pulled out a delicate-looking chair from the pile of groceries and curled up on it.

These chairs not only witnessed the glory of this city decades ago, but also witnessed the peak of my father's career, the famous Tobia Snape home merchant.

"Magic! Magic! You only know magic all day long!" My father's roar was full of drunkenness. "Back then, my business was just a little bit worse. Why didn't I see you use magic to help me?"

Then came the mother's sobs, "No, no, Tobias, the magic I learned is not for this. What you are talking about is black magic, and it is not allowed."

"Haha." My father sneered, "If you are not allowed, as long as you are good and follow the rules, you deserve to live in such a wretched place and endure such a wretched life!"

"You're like this, you might as well not know magic! It's a joke, you're just like this, you're a witch! What kind of bad magic did you learn!"

"No!" the mother screamed, "Don't tear up my magic book, Tobias, I know you are drunk, don't do this."

Wow.

I don’t know what happened again, it was the sound of broken glass.

His father's roar, his mother's sobs, and the dim light coming from the stairs made Snape, who was curled up in his chair, feel even more trapped in darkness.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep like this.

No one has time to care about him. In the adult world there are only quarrels, quarrels, and quarrels.

Finally, as a ray of sunlight shone in through the window, passing through the gaps between the randomly piled groceries, it reflected on Snape's face.

He woke up.

He hugged his legs blankly, his mind going blank.

Soon, there was a sound from upstairs, the stairs creaked, and my father walked down carrying a heavy carpenter's box.

"Hey kid, do you like magic?"

Snape shook his head.

"very good."

…

After hastily eating the bread that his mother had hurriedly made with magic, Snape looked at his mother's red eyes and was silent for a long time.

He couldn't understand the world of adults. They obviously had such different worldviews. Yes, witches and Muggles seemed to be people from two different worlds. They quarreled every day, and either his father broke his mother's gobstone chessboard or her mother got excited. Releasing magic hurts the father.

In this way, he can barely maintain a family.

They were so unsuitable and so in love that one day they were even discussing whether to have another child while they were still young.

Snape couldn't understand the brain circuits of adults.

Today is the weekend, and he came to the park a little glumly.

"Did they quarrel again?" asked a cute little girl.

Snape raised his head in astonishment and smiled. This was the only smile he had in the past two days, and his smile was particularly bright, "Lily."

Lily Yinwansi, a little girl from the same town, has a good family background, but she never dislikes herself because of her background.

Getting along with Lily was a ray of light in his gloomy childhood, so relaxing and so happy.

Lily would tell him about the strange abilities that happened to her, and Snape would reassure her that it was a magical riot, and then use the few words he heard from his mother to tell the beauty of the wizarding world in an exaggerated tone.

"Do you like magic?"

"certainly!"

"Me too!" Snape laughed.

But happiness is always short-lived.

Penny appeared, this jealous and mean woman, jumped out from behind the tree.

"Are you wearing your mother's clothes?"

This woman's words were always so harsh and harsh, which deeply hurt Snape's heart. He looked at Lily with some fear, hoping that she wouldn't think so too.

Although this is true, yes, his family is poor, so he just wears his mother's old clothes.

Lily's eyes were full of her sister, and she didn't notice Snape's pain at all.

She was always like this, especially caring about this sister. And this sister was always like this. Whenever she appeared, she would think of saying something to hurt Snape, so many times the good times would end unhappily.

Snape looked at the world sadly, filled with anger in his heart.

Wow~

The branch fell and hit Penny on the shoulder. She staggered back a few steps and started crying.

"Did you do it?"

"No." Snape was a little unconvinced, but he couldn't help but think that maybe this was magic taking revenge on him?

"It's you!" Lily looked very angry, "It's you who hurt her!"

She chased her sister's figure and ran out of the woods, leaving Snape blankly defending, "I didn't..."

There's none?

Snape remembered that one time when his mother was angry, the scissors on the shelf flew out and stabbed his father in the stomach. Magic can really move according to the mind.

He remembered that at that time, his mother cried and used a magical medicine called white moss to treat his father, and begged him not to die.

On the contrary, my father didn't look too angry. He just asked, "Didn't you be able to recover by casting a spell before?"

"That's a counter-spell. It's only effective if it's used when someone is harmed by magic."

Snape remembered that time when his father bled very much and was the closest to death. He grabbed his hand forcefully and ordered like this, "I know you will still want to learn magic in the future. You don't have to lie to me."

.Listen, you must learn magic with counter-curses. This is a damage method with regret medicine, which is much better than firearms."

…

…

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye they are enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Snape thought he had finally found a big family that recognized him and had a large number of similar people, but in fact he did not.

The students here are worse than those in the small town. Discrimination is everywhere. Those young men look down on everything like superior people, making him look so ugly, poor, and lonely.

Even if the children in the small town understand the ways of the world, why do the people here become so unscrupulous now that they understand magic?

Especially the students of Gryffindor House, they humiliate themselves without any psychological burden in the name of the conflict between the two houses.

But, finally, Snape was no longer the child who didn't study well.

He is so suitable to be a wizard, and he has shown sufficient talent in herbs, potions, and spells.

Life tells us that if we can't change the world, then change ourselves.

If the world is full of chains of discrimination, the only thing we can do is to climb to the highest level of the chain.
To be continued...