Harry Potter was a child who grew up dependent on others, enduring his family's disdain and the ostracism and bullying of his peers.
He had experienced things similar to what Snape had gone through.
Therefore, he was already extremely empathetic towards Snape's situation.
When he experienced those memories through the Pensieve, he could truly feel what Snape felt when he was bullied for years by a group of people led by his own father.
Every time he withdrew his thoughts from the Pensieve, tears would inevitably stream down Harry's cheeks.
These were the lingering echoes of immense emotional pain.
This pain came from both Snape and Harry.
After watching so many beautiful memories of his parents, how could he not be in pain when this dream shattered and he discovered there was another side to everything? Originally, after Snape had constantly mocked and targeted him since his first year, Harry had intensely disliked Snape.
He thought Snape was cold, terrifying, liked to stir up trouble for no reason, and was extremely biased towards Slytherin.
Even after Roger showed him a glimpse of Snape's future, Harry still held extreme prejudice against Snape.
But.
After personally experiencing Snape's situation and his feelings at the time, Harry's perception of Snape shifted from dislike to guilt.
Snape's targeting?
Having gone through those painful experiences and having the only 'beam of light' in his life stolen, Snape's mere verbal taunts towards him were already incredibly magnanimous!
Now, Potions class had become the most terrifying class in Harry's eyes, because there, he had to face the person he didn't know how to face.
Unlike the fear of the past.
Now his mind was tormented every second, even when he left class, even when Snape wasn't in front of him.
Through magical means, Roger looked at Harry, who had a complex expression, through the lead coffin. He pondered for a moment, then spoke, "Harry."
"Regarding you and Snape, I could easily say many comforting words or life lessons, but I don't think that's what you truly need."
"I think what you need are some simpler, clearer suggestions... Are you interested in hearing them?"
Harry nodded and said, "Of course."
His willingness to express his inner turmoil was itself a form of seeking help from Roger.
Harry hoped Roger could resolve his inner conflict, just as he had smoothed over Hermione and Ron's disagreements and helped other students countless times before, using his magical methods.
Seeing Harry willing to listen, Roger organized his thoughts and then said, "Harry, you've probably heard that I had some special experiences before enrolling."
Although the specific details of the Middle Eastern incident were classified, rumors had already spread like wildfire throughout the British wizarding world, and even some students within Hogwarts had heard about them.
"On that chaotic battlefield, anything could happen, and I had to face various difficult choices. Every second I hesitated could have led to my companions facing death."
Harry remained silent, listening intently.
"In facing those choices, there was only one thing I did from beginning to end."
"Carefully consider whether my decision was correct."
"If it was, then act on it."
"No matter who the enemy was ahead, no matter if others opposed it, I would advance without hesitation."
"Question myself, adhere to my conscience, act on what I know, and have no regrets."
"Harry," Roger's tone carried a hint of solemnity.
"There is only one simple sentence I want to tell you."
"Do what you believe is right!"
Harry was stunned for a moment: "What I believe... is right?"
"How do you think the problem can be solved? Think about it. If you think of a method you believe is correct, then do it."
A person's life path can only be decided by themselves. Roger had no interest in indoctrinating others with a lot of useless things.
Choose a path that will not lead to regret, and that will be enough.
At this point, Roger's voice softened: "Perhaps... you already have the answer in your heart, but you are afraid to face it, which is why you are so conflicted."
Harry lowered his head in silence.
After a long while, he finally looked up.
When he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of confusion in his pupils.
"Thank you, Roger."
Yes, how to proceed, what was right – his heart had already provided the answer.
It was his fear of facing Professor Snape.
It was his fear of facing the other side of his parents.
It was his unwillingness to confront those things that embarrassed him.
He was afraid that if he presented the 'truth' to his current friends, they would have different opinions of him.
He feared becoming like Snape in his school days, ostracized and viewed with suspicion by others.
Harry, who had been alone until the age of eleven, feared that the friendship and love he found in the wizarding world would vanish like a dream, leaving him alone once more.
Harry walked out of the common room with steady steps, and as he advanced, a sense of unknown dread washed over him.
His heart pounded, and his muscles trembled.
But… his steps remained firm.
Facing fear was a terrifying thing.
But Harry believed that if he retreated now, it would be an even more terrifying thing.
He would become someone who chose the 'wrong' path, someone who allowed himself to be complacent.
He would abandon courage.
He would abandon the possibility of becoming a great person.
Perhaps a self that 'blends in with the world' would be more 'mature' and lead a relatively happy life through smooth dealings.
But someone who blends in with the world was destined to struggle to become a great wizard.
Roger had said that magic is a miracle of the mind.
Only a strong mind could command powerful magic.
If he chose to be ordinary.
Then he would never have the chance to overcome time and save his parents!
How could a child abandon their parents? Even if they had made mistakes, Harry's heart had never wavered.
When Harry Potter stopped, the Slytherin head of house's office was before him.
He was separated from Professor Snape by only one door.
Returning here, he looked back and realized the Seer who could shield him from the wind and rain was no longer by his side.
This time, he would face everything alone.
"I will do the right thing," Harry whispered softly, then raised his hand.
Knock, knock, knock.
He knocked on the office door.
"The door isn't locked," Snape's low voice came from the other side.
After speaking, Snape, who had been grading homework, looked up and saw an unexpected visitor.
"Well, well, if it isn't our Boy Who Lived? Hiding behind that detestable Seer again, trembling?"
Harry showed no reaction to the familiar sarcasm, only saying, "Professor Snape, I've seen the memories about my parents."
"All of them."
"As the son of Lily Evans and James Potter, I have something to say to you today."
As Harry finished speaking, Snape's face, which had been filled with mockery, completely changed.
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