The Mortal

I even wonder what heinous things I have done to you, so that you feel that everything needs my approval. "

Harry suddenly felt suspicious of the heat on his face for no reason - it wasn't the right reaction.He hurried across the living room and put the cage by the window, pretending to be natural.The owl's round eyes looked at him, as if asking him why he didn't dare to look back.

"You wouldn't say that if I had a dog," he snaps back without thinking, and the next second realizes he's done something stupid.

Strangely Snape didn't react too violently to this.

"You can try it, Potter," he simply replied.

And all night Harry felt like something was wrong with him, he didn't know where his nerves were stirred up and he was flustered, until he cut his finger and was chased out of the kitchen by Snape (maybe with a few contemptuous sentences attached) -Kicked out of the kitchen, a few large characters rolled vigorously in the center of his brain, and combined with the straight black figure in front of the chopping board, a gust of wind mixed him into a ball of paste.

"Need you to save the world again?" Snape asked.

When Harry came to his senses, he was shocked to find that they were safely seated in the living room - how the hell had he made the transition to this point so unscathed? Snape cooks for him (I don't want to come and collect your dead body hungry, boy)?And it seems to be good?

"What... what?"

"Stop updating the idiot's definition, or the Oxford Dictionary won't be able to keep up," Snape said. "Your ecstasy is rare in the world."

Harry caught on quickly and continued, "No." He shook his head trying to shake off other thoughts. "One more time I'm quitting, and whoever loves being a hero I'm all for delivering the world's load, including free butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron and chattering journalists stalking."

Snape gave him a surprised look.

"Come on, my ideal now is to live the rest of my life peacefully." Harry said dryly. "Although there is little hope at the moment."

Then he recounted the whole thing that he had learned this afternoon, the poor non-disclosure agreement being ruthlessly discarded-it wasn't the Fidelity Charm anyway.

"...That's it, in the end they preliminarily decided that bloodline fanatics who don't like Muggles did a good job." Harry took out a pocket-sized reagent bottle from his pocket and put it on the table. "Although the office has assigned two Aurors to do the investigation, this matter is still on my head. I don't know if it will be useful, but I think if there are special potion materials in it, maybe it can be traced from the source. Hermione said St. Mungo's would rather find you. So can you... help?"

He asked cautiously, as if he was ready to receive a signal of rejection at any time.

"Granger's judgment will save you a lot of time, and it's hard to guarantee that the therapist will make a valid conclusion on it." Snape picked up the bottle, opened it and sniffed it, then closed it again.

"So you agreed?"

"Don't ask stupid questions." Snape paused for a moment, noticing the obvious surprise on the young man's face. "You used 'they,' and I assume you judged differently?" he pointed out.

"Hmm... maybe." Harry thought for a moment. "Actually, there is one most obvious flaw. Pure-blood supporters don't seem to know so much about Muggle things-seriously, how many wizards know what bombs are? And this method is too oblique. If wizards want to kill ordinary There are too many better ways for people."

"It's better to say they wouldn't choose this time at all." Snape pointed. "It's the worst of times."

"Yeah." Harry understood what he was talking about.He is well aware of the extent of the decline of pure-blood theory, and it is impossible to take this step in this period with Slytherin's assessment of the situation. "But they just think that way, as if every bad thing should happen to the same person."

"People are more willing to believe the easiest plausible excuse than the truth," Snape said quietly.

"So you can ignore the obvious?" Harry's voice suddenly cooled down.

He's had enough of this for a long time, countless whispers and prejudiced words have fallen on him along the way, and the wind of the topic has been blown in different directions with every little thing, and he will treat you as a savior when needed , the moment of doubt turns against each other and weighs down with overwhelming dark speculation - how ridiculous.

"Unfortunately, this is one of the lessons you have to take," Snape told him.

Harry looked back at him, and it quickly dawned on him that Snape was the one who had experienced the depths of almost a lifetime of this - wouldn't there be less misunderstanding and injustice inflicted on this man than he was?Besides, you were once one of them, he heard a voice in his heart say coldly, you too.

The guilt came more violently than ever before, and he even felt the pain, which came from the position under the protection of his ribs. Harry couldn't tell why it was different this time, his beating heart pounding like when he was at a loss for Snape's body - or so he thought it was - a long time ago, the dim light and biting wind in the Forbidden Forest, A corner of his body screamed unwillingly.

"I know." He struggled to maintain his superficial composure, and swallowed the apology that would definitely offend him - it's better to prove it in actual actions than to say nice words.He had heard too many promises, and later learned not to believe weak words so easily.

"I suppose you have a more practical point of view?" Snape eyed him inquiringly for a moment, as if he wasn't sure whether to say that. "Since it is rare for us to reach an agreement on a certain issue."

Harry couldn't help but smile at the other party's rare euphemism, and his fingers that were unconsciously curled up before relaxed.

"I think Muggles were involved," he said bluntly.

"That's really...a bold assumption." Snape's mouth curled up a little, as if amused. "Go on," he motioned.

"It's really the worst guess, but I have to think about the possibility of wizards and Muggles working together," Harry said. "But poisoning? Planting a bomb in a subway station? Taking the soul of a lorry driver? Too low-level. I guess it's more likely that Muggles dominate in these things, and they don't know enough about wizards as tools."

"I have to say, generally speaking, wizards of the hemp breed are given higher priority - most of the time they don't have the way of thinking of wizards either." Snape took his time to pick out doubts.

Harry nodded. "That's why I say it's the worst guess. I have someone to check whether there is anything suspicious about wizards returning to Muggle society."

What he didn't say was that there was a more terrifying idea gathering vaguely - he would rather be caused by his delusions of being killed from time to time, the sequelae of watching too many spy movies - it is impossible that every conspiracy is directed at him, right?

"Don't talk about that, the world won't be destroyed without me." Harry waved his hand irresponsibly. "Speaking of which, do you need anything? I can go to Diagon Alley and bring it back for you."

"How did I not know that my personal freedom was being restricted?"

"Well, I'm not sure." Harry wasn't afraid of his stare. "The matter of your loss of magic power has not been made public, and I didn't force you to be a good quality to be hated, so what else do you have to say?"

"Thank you for your concern." Snape lowered his voice dangerously, making the young man who was not afraid of death shudder. "I will certainly deliver the complete list to you, Potter."

Facts have proved that you really don't want to develop the habit of provoking small-minded men.

The next day, Harry felt like crying with the long list smeared all over his face. He dared to use his limited knowledge to ensure that many of the items existed for the purpose of revenge and making things difficult.But he didn't challenge the potion master's bottom line again, and finally sighed resignedly, folded the paper and put it in his pocket without feeling too much embarrassment.

Maybe it's because of London's continuous overcast days that rarely see clear light, Harry thinks this kind of life is also very good, better than the shock when he first arrived at Hogwarts, better than the freedom of riding a broomstick rampage in the sky, better than his short-lived life. Any period of time that has been experienced in a rough and rough life.

Another addition to Harry's daily job is to prepare snacks for the owls.He's fine with that, because it took Snape less than three days to decipher the contents of that drink, and the St. Mungo's is still clueless, thanks in part to the haste of acting all day long. The Porter's Messenger - Harry had the foresight to cast a spell on the little guy that would not be noticed by Muggles.

As a result, there were a lot of awkward names, but it was confirmed that there were magic materials. He didn't know how Snape could do such a complicated job - it was a poor physical evidence that had been kept for three months.Some of the more special materials came from Knockturn Alley. He asked the two assigned Aurors to check it out, without much hope.

Things involving the dark arts are not easy, and the Aurors, who were separated from the office after the war into an independent department, cannot stay out of it.But because of his involvement with Muggles, the Minister of Magic, Kingsley*, handed over the command of the case to Harry. The friendship of fighting side by side in the past made him suppress some people's desire to save the world.