A single word stirred up a thousand ripples, instantly raising Professor Snape's already intense anxiety by another eight notches.
He paced back and forth in his office like a trapped beast. His black robes billowed violently with his hurried steps, making a rushing sound that served as the external manifestation of his inner agitation. Attracted like iron filings, his gaze kept falling on Lin Shu, filled with anxiety and anticipation, as if she were his only hope in the darkness. Then, his eyes would quickly dart away, casting toward the corner where the communication array was set up, revealing a deep yearning and unease.
The task of summoning Lily's soul hung like a heavy yoke tightly around his neck, making every single second a torment.
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