A large chimney towers impressively in the distant sky.

Two girls were playing on the swing, and a skinny boy was hiding behind the bushes and watching them.

The boy's black hair is very long, and his clothes are very uncoordinated. It seems that he is dressed like this on purpose: a pair of jeans that are too short, a pair of jeans that are too big and long, like a shabby coat worn by adults, and a strange-looking pregnant woman's coat.

Clothes-like shirt.

Harry approached the boy. Snape looked to be about nine or ten years old, with a sallow complexion, short stature, and a lean build.

Watching the smaller girl swinging higher and higher on the swing than the older one, his thin face showed undisguised yearning.

"Lily, don't do this!"

the older girl screamed.

However, when the little girl reached the highest point on the swing, she let go and flew into the air. She was really flying, laughing and jumping into the sky.

She did not fall heavily on the asphalt floor of the playground, but glided in the air like an acrobat, staying there for a long time, and finally landed very lightly on the ground.

"Mom told you not to do this!"

Petunia stopped the swing with her heels scraping against the ground, making a sharp scraping sound, and then she jumped up again, hands on her hips.

"Mom said you're not allowed to do this, Lily!"

"But I'm fine," said Lily, still giggling. "Petunia, look at this. Look at what I'm capable of."

Petunia looked around. There were only the two of them in the empty playground, and of course Snape, but the girls didn't know that.

Lily picked up a dead flower from the bush where Snape was hiding.

Petunia walked up, looking both curious and dissatisfied, and very conflicted inside.

Lily waited until Petunia was close enough to see clearly, then she spread her hands, and the petals kept opening and closing in her palm, like some kind of weird, multi-layered oyster.

"Stop it!" Penny screamed.

"I didn't do anything to you." Lily said, but she still crushed the flowers into a ball and threw them to the ground.

"This is wrong," Petunia said, but her eyes followed the fallen flowers and rested on them for a long time, "How did you do it?"

She asked again, with unconcealed desire in her voice.

"Isn't that very clear?"

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Snape jumped out from behind the bushes.

Petunia screamed, turned around and ran away from the swing. Lily was obviously startled, but she stayed where she was.

Snape seemed to regret his rash appearance. He looked at Lily with a faint blush on his sallow cheeks.

"What's clear?"

Snape looked nervous and excited.

He looked at Penny, who was wandering by the swing in the distance, and lowered his voice and said, "I know who you are."

"What's the meaning?"

"You are...you are a witch."

Lily seemed insulted.

"It's rude to say that to someone else!"

She turned around and strode towards her sister with her face raised.

"No!"

Snape said.

His face was turning red, and Harry didn't understand why he didn't take off that ridiculously oversized coat, unless it was because he didn't want to reveal the maternity clothes underneath.

He waved his sleeves and chased after the two girls. His funny look was like a bat, just like how he would look as an adult.

The two sisters looked at him with equal disapproval, both holding on to a swing post as if it were a safe place in a game of tag.

"You are,"

Snape said to Lily: "You are a witch. I have been observing you for a while. There is nothing wrong with that.

My mother is a witch and I am a wizard."

Penny's laughter was like cold water.

"wizard!"

She screamed.

The boy's sudden appearance had shocked her a lot, but now she had regained her composure and her courage had returned.

"I know who you are, you're the Snape boy!

They live in Spider End Lane by the river,"

She told Lily, in a tone that made it clear she thought it was a dirty place: "Why are you peeking at us?"

"I didn't peek,"

Snape said, he was excited and uneasy, and his hair looked dirty in the bright sunlight: "I don't want to peek at you," he continued contemptuously, "you are a Muggle."

Petunia obviously didn't understand the word, but she certainly didn't understand his tone.

"Lily, come on, let's go!"

Lily immediately obeyed her sister's words and left, but she still stared at Snape.

Snape stood watching the two of them striding through the playground door, Harry alone watching him.

Harry saw what was in Snape's heart

Painful and disappointed, he understood that Snape had been planning this moment for some time, but he didn't expect that everything would go wrong...

The scene in front of him disappeared, and before Harry could react, the surroundings completely changed.

He is in a small forest now.

He saw a small river in the sun flowing between the trees, with sparkling waves and a dark green coolness cast by the shade of the trees.

The two children sat cross-legged, facing each other on the ground.

Snape had already taken off his coat, and in the half-dark light, the weird maternity clothes looked less dazzling.

"...If you perform magic outside of school, the Ministry of Magic will punish you and you will receive a letter."

"But I have done magic outside of school!"

"It doesn't matter to us.

We don't have a magic wand yet.

Children can't control themselves, they don't care. Once they reach eleven years old,"

He nodded seriously: "They start training you, then you have to be careful."

The two were silent for a while.

Lily picked up a branch from the ground and spun it rapidly in the air. Harry knew she was imagining sparks floating behind the branch.

Then she dropped the branch, leaned towards the boy and said, "It's true, isn't it? No joke? Penny said you were lying to me. Penny said

There's no such thing as Hogwarts. That's true, isn't it?"

"What is true for us," said Snape, "is not true for her. We will get the letter, you and me."

"real?"

"Absolutely true."

Snape said that although his hair was uneven and his clothes were weird, he looked very distinguished and confident in his future when sitting in front of her.

"Did the letter really come from an owl?"

Lily asked quietly.

"Generally speaking," Snape said, "but you are a Muggle, so the school will send someone to explain it to your parents."

"Does being Muggle-born make any difference?"

Snape hesitated, his dark eyes looking eager in the green shade, looking at Lily's pale face and crimson hair.

"No," he said, "it won't make any difference."

"Very good."

Lily said, breathing a sigh of relief, as if she had been worried about this.

"You can do a lot of magic,"

Snape said: "I saw it. I have been peeking at you..."

His voice became softer and softer.

Lily didn't listen to him, but stretched out her limbs on the ground covered with green leaves, looking at the dense leaves above her head.
To be continued...