HP One More Chance.

After opening, close tightly.

It may have been only a few seconds from the moment when her last words fell to the time when the door was closed heavily.

she left.

I don't know why, this time, even though he tried his best to resist and put down any figure, he still lost to her.

"...Alice."

There was always such an uneasy feeling in his heart, but he couldn't do anything—like her.However, when what happened tonight, and he once again realized his powerlessness, finally, the endless cycle of fate stopped and everything stood still.

He reached out to pick up the gemstone necklace that fell on the ground, a trace of dark red dried blood scratched a scar on the sapphire.

It may have been an incurable pain, and I endured it at night.

The author has something to say: Miss author:

The agreed pudao just turned into "you go, let you go to make a better pudao after fattening..."

Mr. Author:

Still rolling aside to write a long article below...

☆、Small Theater V

One day, Pooh, who was full of curiosity, asked Daddy and Mommy a question:

"What happens to Severus and Mommy in their seventh year of marriage?"

——Oh, as the saying goes, the seven-year itch.

"have not thought."

Snape, who was enjoying the dinner he cooked on the table (yes, his wife is a witch who can blow up the kitchen), glanced at his little princess who was even pickier than his queen, and silently As she spoke, she put all the carrots she picked out from the dinner plate back into her plate.

"No, although I haven't thought about it, I think it's possible."

While her husband was still focusing on her daughter, Alice began to transfer all the carrots on her plate to Snape's plate instantly.In fact, she has always been very proud that she can use magic so flexibly after she gets married-in this regard, picky eaters and housework, she thinks magic is really a rare good thing.

Of course, her husband hopes that she will never use magic in the grand plan of "how to blow up her own house".

"Don't even think about it."

After all, when he turned his head, Snape realized that there was something more on his plate that he didn't have before, so he stared at his wife with a smirk on his face, "Or do you want to be thrown away?" Husband and daughter ran away from home..."

"Stop," hearing his bunch of horrible adjectives, Alice felt bad for a while, "Why don't you say it, in fact, you may also run away with the crucible, and then become a wicked person who abandoned his wife and daughter husband."

"Is it possible? Mrs. Snape." He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the title, "...how can I see it."

"(=3=) Because you forced me to eat carrots and my daughter to eat carrots, so..." She paused, pretending to be serious, and smiled at him, "Let's get a divorce."

Unexpectedly, the first person to applaud was the little princess Pooh:

"(^o^)/Oh yeah~ Mommy, hurry up and find Uncle Regulus, Pooh likes to roll the grass with Uncle Regulus the most!"

"Bear. Snape!"

During Snapeton's time, he turned his head in displeasure, glanced at his daughter with the ferocious eyes that were usually used to frighten his students, "You are my daughter!"

Well, she's a daughter, that's right.

"Hey, Severus, it's true that she is a daughter, but don't forget that she is my daughter." A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of Alice's mouth, and she was about to silently make a V sign in her heart, "Pooh was born by me, so even if we divorce, she is still my daughter!"

"Oh yeah~(^o^)/~Mommy is the best!"

After all, Pooh simply didn't even eat the food, threw the fork away and ran straight into his mother's arms, and began to rub against her chest.

"...You two..." Snape was about to cut off the fork in his hand with hatred, "Have you had enough fun..."

"No, I think it's fun,"

Facing her husband with a completely different expression from her own, Alice smiled harmlessly and happily, and said softly, hugging her daughter joyfully, "Right, Pooh? Stay and pack the table, and then, let's start packing and go to the Sistine to find Regulus and Aunt Eve for vacation, shall we?"

"Yeah!" Of course Pooh readily agreed, dancing and nodding all the time.

……

——It seems that someone has been completely ignored.

A family of three sometimes suffers here, often when every family member has one-third of the decision-making power in family affairs, Snape will start to resent why Alice gave birth to a daughter instead of a son.

—No, maybe even if she had a son, the son would still stand with the mother instead of sitting with him.

so horrible.

Just thinking about it for a moment, Snape was frightened into a cold sweat by himself.

"Give me enough time, please."

After a long time, he finally choked out this sentence, trying to bring the off-line mother and daughter back to the normal human thinking track.

But of course the result is...

"don't want!!"

Alice and Pooh yelled at Snape across the table in unison, "...Thought that you are still forcing me to eat carrots in the seventh year, I've had enough!"

Hmph ╭(╯^╰)╮!

Snape felt that the eyebrow of his left eye did twitch and twitch a few times when Alice said that.

"Well, since you don't want carrots,"

After all, he snapped his fingers and summoned his elf to come out: "Jet, clean up the dining table for me," and then glanced at the man who was sitting in his wife's arms and looked at him triumphantly. Daughter, "...Also, send Belle back to her room, and keep a close eye on her until she finishes the copying assignment I assigned her. If she hasn't finished it...don't give her pudding tonight."

"Understood, my master." Jeter nodded politely, and immediately set off to clean up the messy dinner table tonight.

However, this time it was Alice's turn to be completely out of the loop.

"What are you doing!? Haven't you finished your dinner yet?" Alice looked at him innocently, and suddenly thought about it again—oh, her husband hasn't finished his meal yet.

"You finally consider my feelings now?"

Snape suddenly smiled maliciously (in Pooh's opinion, this expression only appeared when Dad snatched Mom from his room every day before going to bed), "Yeah, you know, I'm very hungry now Yeah, because you and your baby girl totally ruined dinner."

"...you...what do you want..." Alice immediately stood up from the chair with her daughter in her arms, and stepped back far away from him, "you...don't...eh, really don't... ..."

She seemed to know what her dear husband was going to do.

—Nothing, he just said, he was very hungry.

"Okay, put your daughter down, Jeter will take care of her."

Snape changed his fierce expression to a kind one, and left his seat with a smile, walked slowly in front of his wife, and put his arms around her waist.

Pooh began to look up at his somewhat inexplicable "abnormal" parents intently, as if he had a sudden idea, thought of something, and said:

"Is this how Mummy and Severus will be in the seventh year of their marriage?" She pointed at Snape with her little finger, "Severus wants to kiss? Do you want to kiss Mummy!? ╭(╯ 3╰)╮”

——Wait, why does my daughter have such strange thoughts?

Snape suddenly bent down to look at Alice lying in his arms with a dark face, but obviously, his wife was the same as him, staring back at him with wide eyes without knowing anything.

"...I don't remember ever teaching Pooh...kiss..."

Embarrassed, Alice forced a smile to her husband, shook her head and said.

"That is how the matter……"

Snape looked at his daughter who was starting to be cute, "Bell, children, please go back to do your homework obediently, and don't disturb your parents."

But Pooh didn't intend to listen to him at all, and completely ignored him:

"Hmph! Severus is good or bad! Severus can kiss Mommy but Pooh is not allowed to kiss Mommy! Severus is so bad!! Pooh don't talk to you anymore! I'm going back to tell Brother Harry, Aunt Lily, Regulus and Eve, my dad and mommy are still kissing after seven years of marriage! You ignore Pooh!"

Hum hum! ╭(╯^╰)╮

Seeing her daughter leave in anger, Alice simply gave her husband a fierce look: "Look, what have you taught our daughter to be like."

"Tell you to carry me back to your bed from Pooh's room every night, and tell you to play with me in front of your daughter every day... Look, my daughter is learning badly now, and it's your fault!"

She scolded Snape angrily.

Unexpectedly, my husband really didn't care about these at all, but was very happy.

"It's nothing, don't you also like to play, so I'll play with you and 'your' daughter."

After that, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he hugged his wife horizontally and walked straight to his and her bedroom.

"Hey! Let me down quickly! When my daughter sees you again..."

"I'm starving, my dear Mrs Snape."

He interrupted her confidently, and then happily threw her back on his big bed before slamming the door of his bedroom hard.

Of course, he remembered to lock it, because he felt that he would not want anyone to disturb him and his dear wife until midnight.

——Kiss, what his daughter said, Dad and Mommy are still kissing after the seventh year of marriage.

Then kiss it.

……

"Severus Snape! I'm going to divorce you!"

"When you are not picky eaters and are willing to eat carrots, and then send my son back, it will not be too late to consider divorce."

"Severus! You... ah..."

"Okay, be good, don't bark, your daughter will hear..."

The author has something to say: Ms. Author’s PS:

It’s been a long time since I wrote “Miss Author’s PS” seriously, it’s not too late, it’s not too late, the serialization of “OMC” has entered the fourth year (of course, the actual creation time cut off the lazy days of me and the author , certainly not four years)

In the past four years, in retrospect, apart from writing "OMC", I have never written anything decent.Even the concept of writing "OMC" has been changed again and again, and the original intention is also different from the original one.But no matter what, the past four years of stumbles seem to have become an unrepeatable memory.

The author kept complaining to me, "Don't write OMC like a tvb TV series." In fact, I always wanted to answer him: "I may never write a second time like "OMC" in my life. I have already written a story like this, and I may never write such a long and good story in the future, so if you let me die once, it won't matter."

I always hope to write the best things I can write in "OMC", but now I don't have anything that is really good in the eyes of others to write so swaggeringly.Just like Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted, after writing "OMC", I don't think I can write anything that makes me more emotional than him.Over the years, I have gradually started to write less, even my own blog is reluctant to write, maybe because of this: If I give up "writing" in the future, should I feel regretful or relieved?

At the beginning, I really didn't know when "OMC" was going to be written, but recently I was really worried about how to end "OMC" and write the end.

After the start of Chapter 21, it will be the fourth part of "OMC". Some time ago, I would like to thank some friends for their help and encouragement, so that I can persist in writing it down during a difficult time.Some friends said that I hope that "OMC" can have a warm ending, and I will work hard; some friends also said that they hope that I can continue to write at my original pace, so I wrote the fourth part (it was originally planned to only have three parts) ;Of course, I also made a promise to the author on my own initiative, that I will finish "OMC" in the fourth part, with a total of 27 chapters, around July this summer vacation, and I will do this.

Finally (although it is a bit late to say now, but still):

"Happy New Year~"

=－＝－＝－＝－＝－＝＝－＝－＝＝＝

Mr. Author:

In fact, the outline of this article has fallen into chaos in the later stage.

I won't talk about the reason, but everyone can rest assured that Xiao Er will make the plot fall into a dark abyss even more.

☆, 19.1

Chapter 19: Words Buried in the Mist

19.1

In the early morning, there is always a little melancholy and melancholy in the faint light.

Who knows, what this feeling brings is the dawn of a new day.

"..."

I don't know why, when I finally returned to the Muggle world, stepped down in a familiar place, and saw the door of my "home" that I hadn't seen that night, Alice felt relieved for a moment, took a long breath, and took a deep breath , closing his eyes, cautiously, gently, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door that should have been locked.

For her, perhaps locking the door was unnecessary, since opening it was difficult.But because there are still people at home, although no one will disturb her late at night, she doesn't want Alan to be disturbed by someone who doesn't know what to do.

It should have been so.

"Ok?"

But the moment she stretched out her hand to push, she was surprised to find that the door of the house was really not locked at all.

—Impossible, I did lock it before I left.

"...Hileia?"

A deep male voice came faintly from a corner of the dark room, "Is that Xilea?"

Suddenly, with a "click", Alice's heart was startled. The wand that was about to be put away was tightly held in her hand, but it fell to the wooden floor with a "click", making a sound that should not have been made. .

"Ellen..."

She trembled slightly in panic, and then turned on the light in the room with her backhand. Unsurprisingly, she would see the origin of the voice—at this time, Allen was sitting on the armchair in the living room as always, with his back to Looking at her, calmly, looking at the quiet place outside the window facing her.

A piece of blue is blooming on the other side of the glass window, shaking and shining with the wind.

Alice knew what it was.

—the blue iris she planted in her backyard a month ago, 'Alice'.

"Come here and have a look, the irises are all blooming."

Allen turned around suddenly, smiled at the astonished Xilea behind him as if nothing had happened, and waved to her to let her come to his side, "Come on, I think you just came back and are tired."

"……Um."

Shedding her identity as "Alice" and putting on the so-called "unreal" mask again, Xilea slowly took off her blood-stained cloak, silently recited a cleansing spell in her heart, and wiped the blood on her dress and After the stains were cleaned up quietly, he walked slowly to Alan's side, knelt down on the cold ground and sat down on his knees.

The moment she touched him, she suddenly felt a kind of warmth flow through her heart.Compared with the biting cold wind and biting cold outside the house, she was fortunate that she had already returned home.

She knew that the man in front of her had been very gentle and tolerant towards her since the first day she met him.

But he never asked anything, whether it was the reason or the details.

——He must have discovered his brief disappearance tonight.

But he didn't say anything, he chose to tolerate all her willfulness with silence and gentleness as always.

"sorry."

--I'm really sorry.

Perhaps, it was because of this that she felt that she owed him a lot in this life.

But the other party still didn't mind these things after all, just smiled slightly, and stroked her cold face with his warm hands:

"I won't blame you for missing you all night, Shilea..."

Allen's warm hand rested on her slightly trembling shoulders, and a firm force passed from his warm palm to her skin through her thin clothes, "...I want you to stay here all this time. I, it should be said, it was me... sorry, it was me, not you."

"That's my own willingness to stay here, I do."

Alice's tone suddenly became a little hasty, as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand something, she tightly held the hand on her shoulder, "Here...everything is fine, with you and me, enough."

"But you should...cough cough..."

Suddenly, a severe cough sounded as if hemoptysis, which made Xilea turn around in a conditioned reflex. While supporting Alan, who was coughing and almost out of breath, she kept stroking his back with her right hand, hoping that he would will feel better.

She was used to it, and had done so many times, to take care of him.

Every night when it was late, she knew that he would always fall ill.But he never had the heart to tell her these things. Whenever he coughed badly and was about to be out of breath, he would just leave the bedroom secretly by himself and walk out of the house step by step, so as not to disturb her sleep.

But she still knew that all of this, in her eyes, made her very uncomfortable.

In the past, she tried to get up and take care of him immediately, but he would rather hide in the stairwell than let her see him when he was sick late at night.Gradually, she seemed to understand that maybe, he didn't want to see herself worrying about him and suffering for him, and she didn't want her to see him getting weaker and weaker day by day.

"...Sorry, let you...cough...cough..."

"If you don't tell me anything like this again, I will really be angry with you, and I will really... I will ignore you in the future!"

Alice spoke angrily, with an ugly expression like a shriveled bitter gourd.But when she blurted out this sentence, she suddenly realized that this sentence was just self-indulgence, and it was not convincing at all.

——You don’t tell me anything like this again.

She knew in her heart that she was also like this, that's all.

——There are many, many things that I have never told Allen a word, and have been buried deep in my increasingly cold heart

Become an existence like dead ashes.

Especially tonight, when she came back here exhausted and opened the door to hear his voice, she really thought that maybe he was really angry this time.

She was still waiting for him in the middle of the night, because her waywardness made him feel at a loss.

When even the language becomes so pale and weak, it is the time when everything should be broken.

she thinks.

Recalling in her mind the scene that happened not long ago in another world that affected the most vulnerable part of her heart, her lingering shock never calmed down, but increased every second, until the last string in her heart They were all overwhelmed before they were willing to give up.

What a heart-wrenching break that was.

She feels very at a loss and tired, especially when she has come to a fork in the road that fate has arranged for her to go, even if she has made a great determination and told herself clearly which way you want to go, but However, when it was time for the final decision, she was still so fragile and wavering.

Can't even make a farewell decision.

No one understood that the moment she met him again two years later, she felt as if she had bet her life's acting skills as a stage actor for an irreparable tragedy.

The reincarnation of this world and the curse of that tragedy never let her go.

"...I'm sorry, Alan."

Suddenly, without warning, she fell on his shoulder, buried her head in his back and began to cry.Allen, who had finally recovered from the severe cough just now, seemed a little overwhelmed and uneasy when he saw her acting like this.

"Hileia...you..."

"..."

For a moment, both of them fell into silence.

She threw herself into his arms, but he could only hold her and let her cry in front of him.At this moment, they are like two similarly injured little beasts, they have to hold each other together in the cold and windy night, either to keep warm, or to find a kind of comfort, as everyone knows, the meager strength of two people will never be able to defeat the cruel fate storm.

He suddenly wanted to do something to comfort him, but he hesitated, not knowing what else to do.

"I don't even know why you are crying, I'm so useless, Xilea..." He suddenly laughed at himself in her ear.

"...Alan..." She was still sobbing, unable to say anything decent, "It's this time, and you still say..."

"Okay, okay, if you want to cry... just... cry."

--I am here.

Never knew what she had been through, because she never told him—her past; never understood why she was suffering, because she never showed it... But he, has always been eager to know, even if it may be Secrets he shouldn't know.

However, while thinking of these, he also remembered that many years ago, he killed the person he loved the most because of this.

— Leah.

That feeling of powerlessness, mixed with heartache, turned out to be the worst medicine he could try.

"If you feel better, just cry as much as you want," he stroked her back like a child. "It's okay, it's just you and me here."

Because of his words, Xilea cried more and more wantonly, as if there was something extremely sad that had been accumulated for a long time in her heart, and it was being poured out along with her tears.

——What did you have to go through to feel so painful?

for a long time.

When Xilea's crying became quieter, he gradually let go of his embrace, reached out and lifted the somewhat red and swollen face of the sobbing man on his shoulder, and gently took out the veil for her, Wipe the tears off your face:

"...Okay, it's okay, everything is over, huh?"

"No..." Hearing what he said, Xilea kept shaking her head, her red and swollen eyes were still full of tears, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

She threw herself into her arms again, and took the initiative to hug him tightly, just like how vulnerable and helpless he was when he saw her on the streets of London that day—this was the second time, even though it was a bit awkward at this time, but in The moment she pounced on him, he didn't know why, but he felt a little happy.

——Is that trust?

What he would rather believe was that at this time, she was telling him that he needed someone to share the unhappiness that was overflowing in his heart.

"Sileia, you know I'll always be there for you, so please...don't be afraid anymore."

He leaned over and kissed her long brown hair. Even though his chest had experienced the severe cough just now, it became uncomfortable to even breathe, but he still tried to use a clear voice, a calm and gentle voice, so close to her ear. To put it mildly.

She once told him that he was a person whose every move would bring an inexplicable sense of peace to others.

——I don’t know, now, do you feel more at ease?

"If you feel uncomfortable, please let me share it for you."

He said so, still caressing her back, letting her choke and wipe bitter tears on her clothes, cold and cold, and said nothing, just giving her all the time.

I don't know why, but he feels that this is very happy.

——If time could be turned back, maybe Leah wouldn't have to bear the same deep pain alone until she died.

He doesn't want to keep making mistakes again and again.

Especially the one in front of her—Xileia, who he cherishes now.

He loved her, and he didn't want her to suffer any more pain and sorrow.

What he couldn't do to Leah in the past, what he owed her, now, he feels that he should put it into practice and repay it on the person in front of him.

In this way, he may be redeemed in his heart, and he still loves her.

maybe.

"Hey, Xilea, no matter what, I want you to live happily."

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In the deserted church, even in the dark night, the cold candles in the room had no intention of being lit.The silvery moonlight that originally penetrated the colored glass was obscured by the sudden black clouds, so the atmosphere in the room became more dignified, as if every cubic meter of air had been injected with lead.

"I'm sorry, master, the task...failed."

A tall man wearing a pale mask came panicking from the depths of the darkness.His voice sounded very hoarse and vague, and his tone was full of respect, as if he was strongly afraid of something.When he was only one meter away from the other party, he didn't go any further. He just kept his head down and knelt down on one knee, staring at the cold and empty marble floor of the church.

In front of him, standing there with his back to him, was a person who seemed to be very intimidating to anyone.

"I know you failed, Sissel."

After hearing the report from the kneeling man, that man slowly turned his head and glanced at Sissel with an unfathomably domineering manner.

Against the light coming in from the outside, the pale face looked particularly chilling, like a ghost.

"...It doesn't matter if you fail," he said calmly, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't look like the expression he should have at this time, "But... tell me, who is blocking your way. "

— so that I can know.

"Yes," the kneeling man replied, but kept his head down, and secretly wiped a cold sweat for himself. After a pause, he began to make a statement to the "Master" little by little:

"After she left the Sistine, as you expected, she followed the door you discovered earlier and returned to the wizarding world. I originally planned to go to Hogwarts before she went to the Forbidden Forest. I caught her, but...at that time, someone came out to stop me..."

"Huh?" The master frowned slightly, but didn't say anything to stop him from continuing.

"...That person, I thought he was just a busybody at first, so I didn't pay much attention to it, but he actually... After she entered Hogwarts, he strengthened the defense on the border, which made me work hard to set up All the bureaus have come to naught..."

Sissel probably didn't notice that the master's expression was getting uglier at the moment.

"Later, because the road was gone, I couldn't follow her into the Forbidden Forest... So... Later, when I finally followed her and was about to kill her, that good person appeared again , he actually... unexpectedly... blocked my magic, and instantly took her away with a child who appeared out of nowhere..."

——It can be said that everything is not going well.

However, he could see clearly who the good guy was almost instantly.

For a second, he admitted, he was too surprised to speak.

"Then, where did you go after that?"

It seemed that he was a little impatient listening to the story, and he was also a little dissatisfied with the result. After listening to the other party's report, the person called "Master" asked another question, so Sissel could only answer patiently:

"Yes... Following her blood, I found a place..."

Having said that, he stopped suddenly, no longer spoke out, but just recited silently from his heart, and transmitted it to the other party's ear with a secret voice.

"Oh? Him?" After hearing his words, the "Master" seemed to suddenly realize, and his eyes suddenly became sharper, "...It turned out to be him."

The sound of teeth being clenched suddenly reached Sissel's ears, making him feel scared again for a moment.

"He... Look, he really is hiding something, and he tried to get her... But she seems to have always trusted you, Master, there is absolutely no way you can have a flaw in your identity!"

Kneeling on the ground, Sissel spoke in such a hasty tone, but kept watching her face in a vague way, very afraid that she would accidentally say something wrong and completely anger the person in front of her.

——Perhaps at this moment, he wished that the other party would immediately drive him away from this place.

"You say, 'seems'?"

The master raised his eyebrows slightly and questioned. With his snap of his fingers, the door of the Sistine Chapel was slammed shut with a loud "bang":

"You should say it's all 'certain', Sissel..."

The master's moodiness, in fact, as a young man, he has already known it.

——That's why I'm afraid of that person's power.

"Owner……"

"Of course, you have also seen that 'his' wife has always been very obedient...whether it was before or...now," the master said to himself, paused, and suddenly laughed, " ...Moreover, the most lovable thing about them is that they are so obedient, so obedient that they even forget what betrayal means."

—Those, so-called women.

"One after another, they're all sluts."

After all, he took something out of his arms angrily, threw it backwards without looking at it, and threw it on the ground, as if he had expected that the people behind would never catch it—yes, he never They're all just doing what they like.

Therefore, he is called "Master".

He has this kind of capital, even if he changes his identity, he is still qualified to make other people surrender to him without reservation.

—All those who submit must obey his absolute orders.

"I don't like people betraying me, understand?"

Even if it is an abandoned child, he would rather destroy it than fall into the hands of others and be benefited by others.

No one wants what he can't get.

"Take that thing...kill her for me!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, making people completely unexpected that such a weak and ordinary person would have such ambitions and ideas—it was as if a terrible soul had always been lodged in that body.

With no other choice, Sissel crawled over to retrieve the things he had thrown on the ground, and after understanding the order given to him by the other party, he immediately got up without daring to delay any further.

"Yes, my master."

Just nodded, not daring to have any other extra words or thoughts.

—killed her.

"Don't play tricks on me anymore, you are just one of my pawns, I can discard you at any time." The master raised his black robe with a flick of his hand, turned around and arrived at the door:

"I don't like hearing the word 'failure' anymore."

"...Yes, I understand."

Although, Sissel didn't understand why his master wanted to lay hands on a woman who was clearly powerless, but he never planned to know more.

In his heart, since the end of the battle two years ago, he successfully escaped from the trial, and he has been extremely anxious and anxious every day.

The world always needs someone to start something, so as not to be too quiet.

"Ah, ah, why are you in such a hurry to leave, my lord."

All of a sudden, right here at Xiao Luo, an Apparition disappears here