The Mortal

Floating spells... When did first-year spells become so difficult?

Snape will be back soon.He poured something over the young man's shoulders and peeled off the cloth easily without pulling the skin. Harry's mind gradually relaxed due to the familiar atmosphere, and he was a little drowsy thinking about how many magical potions this man had, and that he was really sleepy now, and he had been up late for many days.

"Potter," Snape reminded him.

Harry wearily opened his half-closed eyes. "Is it deep?" he asked. "Can't you just... dig it out?"

"You don't want it," Snape dismissed sullenly, and poured him a bottle of pick-me-up. "Focus, Potter, you have to."

When Snape said it had to, that usually meant an unquestionable order.It was rare for anyone to challenge his authority, but sometimes Harry did, and he was used to going against him, taking small risks, and he couldn't explain why.

"I can't-"

"I said, you must," Snape repeated.

They stared at each other for a while.The refreshment agent took effect quickly, and Harry felt that he was much more awake, but he didn't seem to have it, because he seemed to be looking at the man in front of him through the ice, and no matter how close he was, he couldn't restore his true appearance.Wingadim Leviosa - He turned to whisper obediently, a sharp pain in his shoulder, and cold sweat rolled down his brow.

"You can't just throw a thick blob of magic at it roughly," he heard Snape say, vaguely but clearly, "imagine your magic in bunches and slowly covering the target. With just the right amount of force, Potter, For your own sake, don't make it worse."

He may not really be suitable for such delicate work.

When he is doing things seriously, he will no longer be distracted by pain, and some of his endurance has always been well exercised.But it took more than ten minutes to succeed, during which he made himself start to bleed again, perhaps because the force and direction of the pull were not right, he couldn't tell whether there was more mockery or worry in Snape's words .

Then things became simple, he didn't know what was smeared on his shoulder, it felt numb and itchy, and the flesh and blood were healing and growing rapidly.He looked at the bullets that had landed on the floor, still stained with blood - if anything, it seemed to be everywhere, and he didn't know how there was so much red.

He used one to clean it up, and the marks were gone.

"It's a good thing," Harry said suddenly. "It proves that we're close. Getting close enough to the core of the truth invites a pushback."

"That's not why you made yourself look like this," Snape said. "I remember someone showing off his strength to me."

Harry raised his left arm and lowered it, not very flexible but enough, the magic was so amazing, he just needed to sleep and wait for the inside to fully heal.

"The thought of me still pretending to be incapacitated made me hesitate for a moment about whether I should wear armor," he explained. "And then that was it, and it wasn't serious. I figured it was worth it."

is it worth it Snape wanted to ask, but didn't.Worth it, the double-agent identity told him.But he wanted to deny it again, which really didn't make sense at all.

"If you lose your life, you won't have the chance to say that." He looked cold.

"I was trained to fight, Professor." Harry regained some vitality after drinking the blood tonic."It's probably the best thing I can do. I'll do my best not to screw it up," he laughs.

He was smiling, but Snape saw something else in his eyes.He saw the way the boy faced those who died before his eyes in the past many years, the self-blame and hatred for his inability to save others, not just sadness, never just sadness.And he couldn't blame it, and he had no right to blame the beliefs he'd learned from it—no one deserved it, no one deserved to live like this.

Harry Potter never learned to be cowardly and withdrawn.

"You need more training, then," Snape told him at last. "starting from tomorrow."

That night Harry tossed and turned in bed, and more memories began to flash one after another, as straightforward as the omen of a relapse of an old disease.But he's not going to be put off by that, he's already known that sometimes the past can be triggered in this way, that they can eat up all the hard work you've done trying to come back - come on though, he thought of Snape on his shoulder Gentle and firm, thinking of the smell of potion in the bloody smell, thinking of the kiss between them.

Go ahead.

TBC

*Remarks: In the 1997 British general election, the long-ruling Conservative Party was defeated by the Labor Party.In the article, it is now November 2000, half a year before the next general election.Chapter 11 already hinted at the source of the conflict. Now let’s clarify the background, and I won’t write about these things in detail. It proves that I’m not messing around. Everything happens for a reason.

【Eight】

Harry slept until noon before waking up to the crackling sound.There was heavy rain outside the window, and the sky was as gloomy as after dusk, and the distant scene was blurred into irregular color blocks under the refraction of water stains.

This should not be regarded as unexcused absenteeism, he thought, recuperating from injury is a good excuse.

Since the last time the magic wand was exchanged for temporary freedom, the cases involving wizards have been intervened by the Auror represented by Kent. On the surface, it is a cooperative relationship with the committee, but in fact it is basically irrelevant. Kent doesn't like him, the direction of investigation is different, and they rarely meet. Kingsley wrote to him to explain the current predicament of the Ministry of Magic. It was not easy for him as Acting Minister, but if Harry needed anything, he would try his best to deal with it. Harry didn't let him meddle in the wand business, just said he knew his limits and would please watch over Hermione and Ron more if you could.

Unfortunately, no new related cases have come forward since.The behind-the-scenes people stopped just right, which made more people tilt their original neutral attitude towards the savior. After all, life returned to peace after he handed over his wand.And last night he and Ed failed when they were tracking down a member of the Conservative Party. Those strange high-tech products are really difficult to deal with.

But it's not all in vain.

Harry moved his left shoulder, but what he got in return was soreness all over his body, as if the exhaustion he had accumulated during this period was about to surge up together.He struggled on the bed for a few minutes, and was finally urged to get up by his hungry stomach.

"Sorry, I'm late." He went to the kitchen to get a piece of bread, then leaned against the door to watch Snape concentrate on the potion, the blue-purple liquid bubbling and bubbling.He still couldn't tell what it was. "If you don't like it, you can call me," he continued, only in a dazed way. "I'm going to try to keep a normal routine."

Snape tossed a handful of lumps into the cauldron, then stirred the potion counterclockwise as it began to change color.

"You've been apologizing," he pointed out vaguely. "In case you haven't noticed, Potter, you're always apologizing for inexplicable things, and I'm getting tired of those few words."

"Have I?" Harry asked vaguely as he chewed his bread.

Snape took a moment to glance at him.

Potter had been a little odd lately, though it wasn't obvious, but as a master spy who had been watching the boy 11/[-] since he was [-] years old, there was no way to hide any slight changes. Snape didn't know exactly what they were investigating, and sometimes Harry would seek his opinion on a situation, and he got a glimpse of some of the facts from the clips, it was more of a battle with Muggles, which at least wouldn't be safe It caused too much worry, but obviously the young man's troubles were not here - he had faced and defeated the most powerful dark wizard of his generation, and he would never panic because of this threat.

Not panic. Snape sensed a certain tension from him - Harry would occasionally let out a tinge of impatience that couldn't be concealed, just under the surface of what seemed so good to outsiders.But he didn't mention it, he would still quietly find a place to settle down in the workshop after dinner, and then began to wrestle with relatively simple potion ingredients, as if he was still doing it in the cellar of the thousand-year-old castle. Endless labor service.Sometimes Snape would watch him from the other side through the white mist rising from the cauldron, watching his increasingly proficient movements and less and less waste materials, watching him occasionally wandering between work as if lost in memory.But it was also at this time that the uneasiness in him would recede a bit, and the things under restraint and repression would become calm again.

Snape also wanted to ask what it was, but when the other party greeted him with a bright and gentle smile, he suddenly couldn't ask.

"Although I have no appreciation for your past outrageous behavior, how you live your life is your freedom, not mine," Snape pointed out flatly. "You care too much about my opinion, if it's not out of some stupid strategic considerations, I advise you..." He paused, not sure how to advise - this Potter is rare to be docile, should he still persuade him Revert to the opposite direction?

Harry reacted slowly.His head was still a little heavy, and sleeping until noon did not bring much vitality.He bit into a raisin in the bread, it was cloyingly sweet.

"You want me to get by arguing with you all day?" he asked