The final result between Jon and Matthew naturally ended in disagreement.

They could not reach any consensus. Matthew himself could not represent the opinions of the American Devils and France Association, and Jon could not represent Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Jon was so angry that he would not have any serious consequences. Even if the American Demon France decided to join forces with Voldemort, it would not bring any changes.

As Snape said, the key to the victory of the Wizards' War is always among a few people.

After having a friendly exchange with Matthew, Jon walked towards the direction where Snape's house is located in Spider-tail Lane.

Lily has been staying in that position for a long time with his feathers on her body, and now she should have had a result.

Although this result was almost possible when Snape left.

When he arrived at Snape's house, the door was not locked, Jon easily pushed the door open and walked into the messy living room.

There was only one person standing in the room.

Lily stood in front of the curtains that were pulled up. The noon sunlight was blocked by the brown curtains, revealing only orange-yellow colors, just like the sunset in the evening.

Against this backdrop, this scene in the living room is like a silent drama that has reached the end.

The middle-aged man with greasy long hair and dark robe fell to the ground, and under him, a shocking pool of blood was spreading in all directions.

Lily held the wand like this, standing in front of Snape's body like a stone sculpture. She didn't move, and even couldn't feel her breathing. She quietly lowered her head and looked at the back on the ground that had gradually become cold.

Jon didn't say anything either.

After he came in, he silently turned around and closed the door, not making this stage play public outdoors, but just hiding the final result in the vision of the two people.

This silence lasts for a long time, and because the air remains quiet for a long time, people can even feel the dust flying in the air with their hearts.

Until Lily's slightly husky voice rang out in this enclosed space.

"The most difficult thing to change in this world is people."

"Words are always powerless. Only facts that have happened can make people sum up the lessons, but what's the use of that time?"

"Can others' forgiveness really reveal the error itself? It's never. If you are wrong, you are wrong. No matter how you apologize, make up for it or use another error to cover it up, there is no way to modify the objective fact that the error has already happened."

"Wizards are all sensual, because magic requires us to be sensual, but before becoming sensual wizards, everything I come into contact with tells me that objective cannot be changed by people's subjectiveness. Magic reverses this, but it is not omnipotent after all."

She looked up at Jon, and there was no excitement, no hatred or anger on her face. She was still so calm, as calm as today and every day before. She and Jon were still searching for Snape's traces, and were planning what kind of lunch to have at noon.

"Many people think I'm alive now just for revenge, Jon."

She ended the passage of words she was talking to herself.

"But sometimes I think that what I have to do is not revenge, but to continue to live for the dead. Those so-called James and Harry must want me to live happily, safely and happily are actually deceiving themselves. How can we continue to live for the dead? What should we do is to let people in this world remember them. So I want to find the tail of the insect, find Snape, find Voldemort, and let them know that there is a living woman who is thinking about them every moment. The reason for this is because they were once related to the death of a father and son. These father and son - James Potter and Harry Potter, will become names that they can never forget in their hearts, because someone lives on their behalf."

"The progress has been completed two times now."

Lily crouched down in front of Snape's body.

"Can you continue to do me a favor?"

Jon saw what she wanted to do, nodded and walked to Snape's body. The two of them raised him one after another, and then Lily used the phantom to move.

The next moment, their figures disappeared into the room, and they reappeared on the sea cliff with countless tombstones standing.

The weather here is very good, the salty sea breeze spreads on the cemetery with warm sunshine, and the sound of waves patting on the reefs is accompanied by it.

Lily had obviously deeply remembered the location of the two tombstones, one big and one small, in her mind. The place where she and Jon showed their phantoms without any mistakes was right in front of the two tombstones.

And right beside them, there was a small scattered white bone, and a skeleton stood at the top of the white bone. The sea breeze blew the bone away, but it could still be seen that the owner of the bone was kneeling against the two tombstones before the flesh and blood were completely corroded.

Instead of kneeling Snape's body against the tombstone of Porter and his son like the worm tail, Lily placed him flat in front of the tombstone.

The sea breeze blew her long red hair, and the white seagulls made a sad bird song over the sea not far away.

"It's not me who killed him."

Lily sat in front of the tombstone, holding her knees and hiding her lower half of her face in her legs.

"Before he came, he broke his wand. He never wanted to hurt me from beginning to end. The reason why he found me was just to ask for death."

Jon was cleaning up the bird shit and stains on the surrounding tombstones one by one, and repairing some weathered stone tablets.

He didn't listen to what Lily said. The family always had to have some private space together, and Jon knew when he should keep the necessary distance.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "He has never been sorry for me, and there has never been anyone right or wrong between you. The only thing he is sorry for is Harry."

"So I killed him for Harry, James, I hope you don't have to worry about this, just like my attitude towards him, the wrong thing I did is wrong, and the same goes for you. But the last words he said, the second time he called me a muddy breed, I know what he was for."

"He didn't want to have any bad mentality for his behavior that was equivalent to suicide after he was begging for death like this, so he laid the foundation for his own death. He thought very thoughtfully and I received my feelings, but in fact, even if he didn't perform like this, I wouldn't feel any guilt or sad."

Lily said quietly, as if the family was still sitting together, James had just finished a glass of brandy and complained. Harry happily sat in the baby seat, shaking the magical toddler sand hammer given to him by Sirius, while Lily criticized her husband for not being wrong, and the person she had met today.

"I clearly distinguish it. People cannot regard others as something they imagine and fill in, and will subconsciously beautify or deteriorate him as much as possible. I miss and remember everything that Snape helped me get along with me when I was a child, but that can only be a good memory. Severus at that time was not Snape who entered Hogwarts later. Just as I often say to you that humans are the most complex creatures, good and bad are never absolute, but bad should never be concealed by good."

"I promised in front of you, and there is still one person left. He killed you with his own hands. I can't guarantee that I will definitely bring his body back like today. That man has done more unforgivable things. Our family is just a microcosm of his life. The Phoenix Society has become today's scale because there are too many people like me, like you. But even with so many people together, I still can't guarantee that we can successfully kill him. This is difficult, but many people are working hard to do it, just like this cemetery is expanding every year, and the tombstones continue to grow as if they grow on their own."

Lily said calmly, but at some point, two tears appeared on her face.

"The tragedy we have experienced cannot continue to happen. James, Harry, the people who died for it should not continue to appear. There are many children waiting behind it, waiting to see the magical magic and contact the world of peace. Every corpse on this land carries not only the revenge they say, but not just that hatred."

"There is also the future, all the hopes of each of us for the future."

"I hope you know that I think so too, I have always been."

Just as Lily said, Jon stood by the cliff.

He looked at the sea in the distance, his brain was extremely empty at this time, and he didn't think about anything. The sea breeze blew the fine hair on his forehead and the hem of his robe.

The noon sun is slowly shifting to the west, just as everything in the world is going on, a cycle that has never changed.

......

"The sun is really good today, right?"

The body belonging to the witch named "Kulibali", was leaning on a bench, squinting his eyes at the sun that was slanting slightly from the highest sky.

Three meters away from him, a male witch was shaking on the ground. He didn't dare to look up, and he didn't know how to answer such a question.

"But no matter how good the sun is, it is still unfair." The witch's voice did not appear soft, but was a bit neutral and cold. "Not everything on the ground can feel its warmth. Big trees can do it, mountains can do it, and ocean can do it, but the soil covered by grass we are on is not good."

The witch buried her head lower, as if she wanted to immediately integrate into this land that had never been warmed by the sun.

"So why do some people just don't want to go to the sky, the clouds that can always shine on the sun, so that everything in the world can sense its thunderstorms and storms, and instead get close to the soil on the ground?"

"I gave him the opportunity to be a cloud, and it has always been. This is the reward for the most correct decision he once made, but he never knew how to cherish it, and even was willing to die for such sludge?"

"Kulibali" chuckled. He looked angry, but he couldn't use the word anger to call the expression on his face and the words he said.

The witch knew that she could not always be a mute, and no matter what, she had to say something.

"Some people cannot understand your mercy, Master! You have done your best to him! This is his own fault!"

The witch picked up a cup of black tea. Since he changed his identity, he seemed to have fallen in love with this. Warm water can relieve some physiological phenomena that cannot be changed.

"I have no objection to him, but he gave the thing to Dumbledore."

"I will do my best to grab it back!" The witch gritted her teeth and said, "They must have not left the UK yet. We have found their phantom movements. Although their landing points are strongly blocked, I believe someone in the Ministry of Magic will solve it!"

What he got was a cold answer.

"I hate empty talk. You have been following me for a long time. You should know. If you can really do this, you won't treat me as your master."

The witch's body was trembling, not knowing how to make a new promise.

The witch shook her head in disappointment, and the teacup he put down, took a wide-edged steep hat and got up from the chair.

"I gave it to Dumbledore. Now I don't care how you explain to the other one. I will take the fastest time to control the Department of the Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic in my hands. All the silent people can buy, and those who cannot buy, make them accident themselves, and then all change to people who belong to us. The Department of the Mysterious Affairs is still the same. You do whatever the Ministry of Magic gives you, but I will take care of all the things that have failed. If you encounter special circumstances, throw them behind the curtain of the Hall of Death. Can you do this little thing?"

The witch replied loudly and firmly.

"There are countless pure bloods that miss your arrival! You are the only one of our masters! Your command is the direction each of us is moving forward..."

He flattered, and when he said this, he suddenly seemed to think of something again. He paused carefully for a moment before then he asked hesitantly.

"But about Barty Crouch... we tried to contact him, but he never showed his attitude. He was trusted by another person. I think... do you need to contact him and let him know who his loyalty should be given?"

"Kulibali" only has a back facing the sun.

"No one has to worry about him, just pretend that there has never been this person."
Chapter completed!