Ever since learning of Lily's death, Snape had been constantly thinking about her, wishing countless times to return to that time and change the past!
Unfortunately, current magical items simply don't support him performing "resurrections" or "altering major history."
For example, the "Time-Turner," as written in the original story. Hermione applied for this magical item from the Ministry of Magic in her third year. It could only reverse time by a very short period, at most a few days or, stretching it, a few weeks, and its most important rule was: it could only change one's own "past," not anyone else's.
Once someone else's past was altered, the magic on the Time-Turner would likely lose its effect. And once the magic was exhausted, the Time-Turner's mechanism would immediately break down, beyond saving—which is why, later on, Harry and his friends' casual use of the Time-Turner led to the last Time-Turner disappearing from the timeline.
Then there's the Resurrection Stone, a legendary Deathly Hallow! However, Snape discovered that this thing was just a useless trinket. What the Resurrection Stone resurrects is actually just a "projection," not a true resurrection. The only potentially useful aspect is that the Resurrection Stone can summon parts of a soul, which is its greatest use. The so-called Resurrection Stone is better described as a—Necromantic Stone; this translation is more fitting.
Snape pondered some of the things Chris had said, and his heart was filled with shock.
He himself hadn't made any progress in over a decade, but now this little wizard had only been studying magic for a month—including the summer vacation, it was less than three months—and he was already so strong. Snape couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling—Chris was terrifying!
After Chris's slow explanation, Snape thoroughly understood some of the meanings Chris was conveying. In fact, Chris had broken down the act of resurrection into several steps. For example, if the original difficulty was an index of 1000, then subtracting the body instantly halved the difficulty, leaving only 500. Then, subtracting the unnecessary bits and pieces of the soul, the difficulty instantly dropped below 100. This level of difficulty was acceptable, and with the assistance of the title of Potion Master, the difficulty could potentially drop below a coefficient of 50. This already presented a possibility of realization!
"How can the soul be placed back into the body?" Snape asked.
"Perhaps we can reverse the Horcrux creation spell?" The creation of a Horcrux is to split the soul and remove it from the body, placing it in a container. Chris's idea is equivalent to treating the body as a Horcrux, and conversely, placing the soul fragments back into the body.
"Each time a Horcrux is created, someone must be killed!" Snape said seriously.
"It's just killing someone. There are so many people who deserve to die. Don't tell me you've never killed anyone!" Chris shrugged.
Snape was a bit speechless, but he also understood somewhat that Chris wasn't a normal 11-year-old boy. If he were to think of Chris with the mindset of a child, he would definitely suffer a great loss—would a normal eleven-year-old casually mention "killing someone"? Snape really wanted to shout in his heart: I've killed countless people! Can you compare to me, you little newbie?
Afterward, Snape stopped discussing the matter of killing people, and only said: "This can only be considered one way of thinking about resurrection. The specifics probably still need to be considered for a long time!"
Chris said with a smile: "Of course, this is just one of my wild ideas, but you can try it. I do know of a place on the Muggle side that might be able to help you."
Hearing Chris say this, Snape suddenly looked at Chris suspiciously, asking in an extremely distrustful tone: "Yes?"
"Of course!" Chris replied: "I just need you to do one small thing for me..."
"What is it?" Snape asked cautiously.
"I need a potion! One that can allow infertile women to become pregnant again. The effect must be very strong, so strong that even a man can become pregnant!"
"An absurd request!" Snape said: "A potion that can make a man pregnant does not exist!"
"Alright... then let's settle for second best..." Chris finally said: "I want to go to the Restricted Section to take a look. Can you write me a note?"
Snape didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It turned out that Chris's request was so simple! Snape scribbled a line on the parchment and signed his name.
"Get out before I take back the note!" Snape chased Chris away.
Chris skipped out of Snape's office, while Snape quietly looked at the contents on the small blackboard, his eyes constantly moving, showing that he was thinking intensely.
After a long while, Snape walked to the table and took out a notebook that was almost black from the deepest part of the drawer, opened it to a blank page and wrote: "It's the same as one of my previous ideas, but the Muggle cloning technology he mentioned is unheard of to me. Perhaps it really is necessary to study it in depth!"
Snape put down his pen, thinking...
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On the other side, Chris leisurely returned to the library with the note—Hermione was still studying hard, the poor girl!
Chris waved the parchment in front of Hermione—Hermione looked at Chris in shock. She saw the signature at the end—Severus Snape!
"Now we can go to the Restricted Section to read!" Chris said: "But the term of this note is only for this school year. It's really a headache! I don't know what will happen next year..."
Hermione hadn't recovered from the shock. She was extremely shocked. Although Chris's BBQ invitation had invited Snape last time, the possibility of getting such an old monster to sign a note for a first-year student to go to the Restricted Section was about the same as Snape doing a striptease.
To this, Chris could only say—for the goddess Lily, what is a mere striptease! Do you believe that I, Snape, the ultimate simp, can live-stream eating shit upside down!
The two packed up their things and headed to the Restricted Section. Madam Pince looked at Chris in confusion. She had just verified the authenticity of the note—it was precisely because it was real that it was even more difficult to understand! Snape's note... wasn't it only ever given to the little Slytherin snakes?
Two Gryffindors coming to the Restricted Section with Snape's note... what's going on?
Although Madam Pince was puzzled, she ultimately let the two in.
He went straight to the books on spell research. He came here just to further study his own [Magic Resistance] problem. He wanted to get some records to see if similar situations had occurred before!
Recently, Chris discovered that although his spells were difficult to cast, once he mustered enough magic to reach the threshold, the effects were practically heaven-defying. Not to mention ordinary wizards, even a minor BOSS like Snape could only manage a draw with Chris's spells. The Cleaning Charm Chris cast was almost as powerful as the Cleaning Charm Snape produced with all his might.
Frankly, such a Cleaning Charm, if used on a living creature, could scour its intestines and lungs... Just imagining Ollie's insides spewing out of his mouth is horrifying! If you don't believe it, you can go watch "Two Girls One Cup" and see if you can handle that kind of service...
In the following days, Hermione and Chris practically lived in the Restricted Section. Hermione was there because of the novelty of experiencing the Restricted Section for the first time. She was frantically searching for all sorts of interesting spells and stories of the forbidden kind. The content in the Restricted Section was indeed very interesting and greatly broadened Hermione's horizons.
Chris's search, however, was not so fruitful—he searched through almost a dozen bookshelves without finding anything that recorded this kind of thing.
Chris expressed—utter frustration.
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That day, Chris went to Professor Fitwick's Charms class early in the morning. Professor Fitwick was explaining a very simple spell, one that had never appeared in the original books—the [Rolling Onward] Charm.
The effect of this spell was to make round or near-oval objects automatically roll forward—actually, it was an auxiliary spell for moving things.
Everyone was given a glass marble, and they would be considered successful if they could make it roll forward.
Because this spell was so simple, by the end of the class, everyone in the classroom had learned it—even Neville and Ron—except for Chris, of course.
Chris didn't even move his wand; he was just staring at the ceiling in a daze. The continuous reading in the library these past few days had completely drained Chris's energy.
"Mr. Feynman! You can't waste time like this!" The small Professor Flitwick said from the podium, "Although your magic is very poor, you shouldn't give up because of that. You should try your best to learn this, instead of daydreaming in class!"
"Please pick up your wand and cast a [Rolling Onward] now!" Professor Flitwick said sternly. Although he was a gnome, he didn't think so much when he was angry...
Chris was very helpless. It wasn't that he couldn't cast this spell—it was that he couldn't control it! Since Chris understood the concept of [Threshold], Chris was sure that he could cast the corresponding spell with proper preparation.
But the main problem was—Chris's spells were full of uncertainty. A Cleaning Charm could wash out intestines—then it was hard to say what a Rolling Onward would roll!
"[Rolling Onward]!" Chris said weakly and perfunctorily.
"You didn't even read the spell carefully!" Professor Flitwick said angrily, "Mr. Feynman, please start practicing standing up now, and don't sit down until you learn this spell!"
Chris pouted and continued to practice weakly.
Professor Flitwick was driven crazy by Chris's perfunctory attitude. He shouted, "If you can't cast this spell, then you will stand in Charma class forever!"
Chris was also angered by Flitwick—I'm not unable to do it, I'm just afraid of something happening. Do you think I'm afraid of you? Your magic power, not to mention comparing it to Snape and Professor McGonagall, is only so-so even compared to Hagrid. And you dare to yell at me like that? My magic power is on the same level as Dumbledore's!
According to Chris's unit of calculation, Dumbledore's magic power is 10,000 cards in a normal static state. Snape has about 9,000 cards, and Professor McGonagall has about 6,800 to 7,000 cards.
Professor Flitwick's magic power is only 4,000 cards at most, and an ordinary wizard's magic power after adulthood is generally around 3,500 cards, which means that Professor Flitwick is only slightly stronger than ordinary wizards, not even half of Snape's.
"Are you sure you must make me cast a spell?" Chris said provocatively, looking very arrogant.
Hermione wanted to pull Chris back, but she was held down by Chris's hand. The small eleven-year-old witch was obviously impossible to overcome the little Superman in strength!
"Of course! The premise is that you must cast it! It's been almost five weeks now, and you haven't even cast the simplest spell!" The gnome's temper was also aroused.
"Then I'm going to use this spell! Don't regret it!" Chris took out his metal wand and aimed it at the glass ball.
Chris recalled the feeling of the Cleaning Charm, mobilizing all kinds of magic from the deepest part of his body, making the magic of his entire body stir, like agitated seawater.
As before, Chris still felt countless large and small tributaries converging, rushing towards his wand like a tide! It was so huge, so wild, that Chris instantly had the illusion—I can destroy the world!
An indescribably huge magic power shot out instantly!
Professor Flitwick swore that he had never seen such strong magic in his life! Even Dumbledore was slightly inferior!
"[Rolling Onward]!" Chris shouted the spell.
In that instant, the surging magic power seemed to find its path, rushing towards the small glass ball.
In just an instant, the glass ball was infinitely accelerated—okay, in 0.05 seconds, the surface rotation speed of the glass ball exceeded the speed of sound!
Chris only had time to protect his face, and instantly a sound like thunder rang out—the glass ball shattered into pieces, and the sonic boom formed a cloud, instantly rushing forward like an air blade!
The first to bear the brunt was Professor Flitwick—he had no time to react at all, watching the sonic boom cloud attack the top of his head.
He only felt a gust of cool wind—the sonic boom cloud swept past Flitwick's hair and fiercely attacked the podium at the front of the classroom.
With a "boom," under the witness of all the Hogwarts little lions, the podium was cut into two sections, and the sonic boom cloud still didn't stop—it slammed into the wall.
"Buzz…" A slender hole half a foot wide and eight feet long instantly penetrated into the next classroom!
Up to this moment, only half a second, or 0.5 seconds, had passed… Then the sound of the sonic boom echoed in the classroom, causing everyone to instantly have tinnitus and painfully cover their ears.
After tens of seconds, everyone, including Flitwick, looked at the big hole in the wall—stunned!
Flitwick was shocked!
Hermione was shocked!
All the first-year little lions were shocked!
This is [Rolling Onward]? Why is your style so different from ours?