The Mortal

child.

Harry cast a desperate look at Snape, who was obviously waiting for his explanation, regretting that he hadn't changed the interview to another place, which directly led to the tragic exposure of his little secret - well, he would definitely not escape the torture of the spymaster for the next few days.

"I'm very sorry, Dr. Green, I really forgot the time, I've been a little busy recently." Harry cast his expectant gaze on her. "Can we... talk another day?"

"I can tell." She nodded and smiled meaningfully. "Remember you owe me once."

After the blond lady left, Harry closed the door and turned back stiffly, only to hear Snape pronouncing a word so deeply and sharply in a way he had never before-

"Dr.?"

Like a dangerous sword pointed straight at his heart.

Harry felt his ears go numb.He held the delicious scone, and in the sweet smell remembered the advice he got from the doctor last month - talk to someone you trust.

trust.

There is still enough time to make up a suitable reason. She is a friend of mine. This is just an ordinary social visit. The title of Dr. also has many interpretations, such as the title of a degree. Hey, everything is fine. Nothing happened.

trust.

"Yes. She is my doctor."

He told the truth.

TBC

Mr. Jin Yong wrote this paragraph in his postscript in 1977:

However, Zhang Sanfeng's grief when he saw Zhang Cuishan committing suicide, and Xie Xun's sadness when he heard the news of Zhang Wuji's death, are written too superficially in the book, which is not the case in real life.

Because I didn't understand it then.

His son committed suicide in 1976.

We have read too many stories in which people died as if it didn't matter.

However, this is not the case in real life.

[Four]

There is probably a reason for the fact that the name "The Boy Who Lived" has been around for a long time. For example, when he was as uneasy as an unlucky guy who was punished for labor service, suddenly the goddess of luck came to the world to rescue him in a difficult situation-although according to Judging from his past life experience, his relationship with the god of death is even more familiar.

"There's nothing wrong with my body." Harry had just finished explaining the nature of Dr. Green's work, and explained a few words about post-traumatic stress disorder. "It's just a routine return visit once a month, and there is nothing special to pay attention to." He emphasized.

Confession does not mean to clean up your past experience for others to see.That's impossible, and he's not a fragile little girl who needs to be sheltered by his parents - he can't let his best friend know that or it's going to be a sexist topic - anyway, he's still crazy about those The days of the day were lingering but he didn't need reassurance at all, Snape's doubts should stop there, there was no need to be more specific.

As for doctors always like to worry too much.Three months ago, he passed all the assessments and got scores that were no different from ordinary people's standards. His recovery speed was so fast that he could be selected as a model of the year.What else is there to say? -Yeah yeah: You can't just put the problem there and lock it up, that's not the right way to deal with it-Dr. core.

But no one in this world has a few shadows that he can't get past.If the problem is so easy to deal with, these workers with the title of Dr. will not have high salaries, not to mention the rising suicide rate in London (or the whole world) every year-not this and others It doesn't matter.He didn't care if the outcome was resolved or shelved, the weight on his body wouldn't weigh him down, so there wasn't much need for Snape's serious look.

"That should be judged by me." The older man dismissed his conclusion with one sentence.

Then Harry was in a situation where he didn't know what to say.He wasn't in the mood to elicit sympathy by telling his own saga (as if Snape would), nor did he want to stir up memories of the past - Snape should know better than anyone, like when he broke into The alluring and sinful Pensieve in the office was slammed out the door.

But to be fair...if Snape asked him to provide a memory, he really didn't know how to react to such an overstepping that was never going to happen.To be honest, his degree of resistance to Snape and his degree of obedience seemed to have become an unfavorable ratio at some point.

"Tell me about the Aurors," Snape demanded.

Harry was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say, or whether to make a mission report like a written document to his superiors - Snape seemed to be very serious about this.

And the news came in this deadlocked situation.Thanks Merlin.

For the first time, the existence of the ringtone, which is not suitable for wizards, brought effects other than scaring.But when it came to contact information, Harry thought that he should bring an owl back while answering the phone. After all, the other person in the family was not like him who could go out and wander at any time as long as he only needed to reply when he had a letter.

"It's the contact person of MI5." He said after hanging up the phone. "It seems that something has happened that may have something to do with the wizard. I need to go out."

Snape nodded and let him go for now.

"There's still apple pie in the kitchen, and the tea is in the second drawer of the cabinet on the right." Harry said worriedly again. "The manuals for all electrical appliances are placed in a blue storage box on the bookshelf in my room, please feel free to take them if you need them. I will come back as soon as possible."

"Po-"

He escaped through the gate before his last name was shouted through gritted teeth.

Leaning against the door and slowing down on the spot, he realized what he had done, and then rolled his eyes at the air before leaving.Gryffindors have never been short of guts (or a dash of impulsiveness), and teasing the former Slytherin head isn't all that scary - though whether anyone would agree with that is up for debate.

When I went downstairs, I happened to meet Mrs. Anderson who came back from shopping. Harry retreated under the serious joke of the other party and promised to get along with a certain man and stop quarreling. Feelings, don't be tired of being in bed all day Harry- no no no we really don't have that kind of relationship-).

Twenty minutes later he met Ed at the scene of the accident - which was far more normal than the inexplicable 10 code name of MI007 - the head of the Muggle special operations against wizards and the direct contact to the committee, Harry The Muggle staff you deal with the most.

"It doesn't look like it has much to do with us." Harry said, looking at the car accident scene that was cordoned off in front of him.

The black car was directly knocked out by the huge truck, the scratches on the tires were thrown more than ten meters away, and the people inside were already dead.To say the difference is that there are no police cars flashing back and forth, replaced by black commercial vehicles and a small group of people in black suits.

"The identities of the people who died were special. We have reason to suspect that this is not just an accident." Ed said with a frown. "It's actually not the first time."

"Unless the special person you're talking about has something to do with wizards. But since it's not the first time, it's obvious." Harry shrugged. "Then what did you call me for?" he asked.

Ed sighed through dark circles under his eyes. "You try to see if you can detect traces of using magic here. The evidence is too vague, and I just have a guess."

The corpse in the car has not been moved out yet, but fortunately, the location here is relatively remote, and there are no spectators who need to be isolated. Harry didn't mean to tell them that preserving the scene didn't make much sense for wizards, as long as the detection spell could directly act on people-he was no longer the type who was foolish enough to make allies easily, and officially certified ones were useless.

The corpse was a bit miserable.Unlike the Killing Curse, which directly affects the soul, there are always all kinds of external damage on the Muggle side, and blood is as cheap as a Tesco holiday sale sale. Harry pursed his lips and threw a few spell detection spells, then his pupils constricted in the sudden red light.

The traces of black magic are clearly revealed.He looked at the dying truck driver, the eyes of the middle-aged man turned upside down, and he knew that the leisurely days might come to an end temporarily.

"I guess it's not a good thing," Ed said.

"At least your guess was right." Harry put away his wand. "Let's go, find a place and tell me what's going on."

The building of the Military Intelligence Department is not mysterious at all, and the secret base played in the movie is not comparable to the normal office location except for the nonsense factor-Harry made the night tour even more spirited a long time ago, slipping in to visit it wearing an invisibility cloak It's not new - whoever makes it so amazing is always in the movies.

Ed closed the venetian blinds in his office to block out the outside view.

"Really, it should have started three months ago." He pulled out several blue folders and placed them on the table, and then pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer. "Here. As a matter of routine, because important personnel of our government are involved, you need to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Harry quickly scanned the few lines on the paper, signed his name after realizing that there was more formality than practicality.

"On July 7th a member of Parliament was killed in his home,