The Mortal

calm. "Who said we were going to start like this?"

And this deja vu made the witch, who was confident a moment ago, start to wake up. Maybe the previous coolness did not come from the seasonal factors in early December-she had seen it before, during the period when Harry needed medical support. One day, he did the same to her about a crazy but logical guess that couldn't be refuted.

On the bright side, at least Harry is now sober and sane.

But she thought she might soon prefer not to have that benefit.

"Violence is not the only way to solve problems," he said. "I didn't come to fight, ma'am. It wouldn't do me any good to have the world in chaos."

"So what do you want?" Hermione asked warily.

"Helping each other is the beginning of a good friendship." Harry clasped his hands and leaned back in his chair, as if he was sitting in the palatial Palace of Westminster instead of a cheap iron chair under a sun umbrella on the street.

"Your ability is very interesting. I think it has more room to play and deserves better treatment. You know that as a high-level government, you always face various dangers and emergencies. I am willing to provide enough rewards in exchange for more Much protection."

"That's it? A job?" she pressed uncertainly.

"That's it." He nodded slightly. "Like one of your friends, he did a great job of helping me combat the threat posed by my political opponents, for which I am extremely grateful."

Hermione froze for a moment in surprise, but her racing brain quickly connected its joints and caused her to raise her voice angrily.

"You're - you ordered those terrorist attacks." Her brown eyes were menacing. "You're using wizards as weapons for your own personal gain."

"I prefer to call it a deal. Think about it, I'm just an ordinary person who sits behind a desk all year round, and I don't have the ability to force any wizard to do what he doesn't want to do."

"That must be a dark wizard," she mocked. "You don't know what kind of people you're dealing with. They take pleasure in killing weed...regular people, maybe you'll be next."

"Muggles, you can put it this way. I'm not ignorant, and not all muggle wizards like to stay in the wizarding world. I know more about you than you think," he pointed out.

"Then you should know to never expect more than a few scumbags, and our department will take care of that."

"Are you talking about the Ministry of Magic? Coincidentally, I happen to have an acquaintance there, and he is very willing to cooperate with my actions."

"It's impossible!" She stood up in shock, "Why would he do that?"

"I said that helping each other is the beginning of a good friendship. It seems that some of you have lingering fears about the remaining pure-blood wizards, and intend to pay back the same way. I have provided some handy props for this, and the couple who are only used to dealing with magic Surprise enough for a wizard."

Hermione thought of the accidents that the pure-blood wizards had suffered a while ago, and suddenly felt a biting cold.All things are connected, the whole... all.

"The identities of wizards and Muggles will not divide people into two sides, but positions and common interests will." He continued, "Maybe I won't be able to see the Diagon Alley scene in my life, but it will not prevent us from peacefully coexisting and getting what we need. .”

She took a deep breath and sat back in her seat.

"Common interests?" she sneered. "Don't think I can't figure out what tricks you're up to. Helping someone purge someone of pure blood to become a Dark Lord in a different sense - and that power for you to use, isn't that what you're aiming for?"

"You are a wise witch."

"And you won't succeed. Do you know what happened to the previous Dark Lord? That's your reference."

"He is only one step away from success." He responded unmoved. "Voldemort who supports pure blood can gain support, there is no reason why the opposite side can't - especially now is a good time, isn't it? As far as I know, a considerable number of wizards are happy to see the success of the last incident , I just need to push gently... Any group needs a leader, you have no Dumbledore, no savior, the new Minister of Magic is too busy to take care of himself, it is time to elect a new ruler."

Smart people are always quick to recognize reality.So Hermione knew he was right. The wizarding world was still in an unstable state and there was no way to fight back. They still needed more time to wear off the hatred and hostility brought about by the war before they could return to stability.

"Have you ever thought that your collaborator is not as reliable as you imagined." She calmly changed the entry point and said. "Use your powers and throw them away, and you are helpless against magical abilities. The winner of this contest of mutual exploitation is yet to be known."

"Human beings are so fickle," he said regretfully. "So there is always a countermeasure. Sometimes you make a choice, just because the stakes are not heavy enough. You have to know how many Muggle families the half-blood wizards who make up the majority have. This world is still dominated by ordinary people in your eyes, and I can bring them What human greed needs." He paused. "Muggles can't enter the wizarding world, but you wouldn't know how many wizards have become spies - they may be loyal to their families, they may be loyal to interests, but it will not be magic."

Hermione had never felt so powerless, and hated herself for being sober enough to understand these brutal facts.

"Something that can be fixed with a simple spell." She clung to what was left of her confidence. "When you wake up, you won't remember anything."

The person opposite her smiled.

"Even my wizarding collaborators thought it was me." He spit out unpleasant words. "We don't have Polyjuice Potion, but there are other ways to deal with it. Magic is just a part of the tool." species, its user is no different from the master of other tools, and we have been studying man for thousands of years, my friend."

You have to admit that mastering a supernatural power doesn't make a difference in who you are.You are not as superior and detached from the world as you think, but you still have to belong to the secular world and coexist with any humanity that can be seen everywhere.If you are nostalgic for the pride of your life experience for too long, you will forget that the body in the armor is just a mortal who needs to be governed by emotions and desires.

Hermione tightened her hands in her lap, nails digging into her palms.Probably because of the backlight, she couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of her at this moment.

"It's really easy for you to beat me, but please don't forget that you don't know anything until I say these words."

She heard his strange voice coming.

"You don't know who I am, girl."

Hermione still had lingering fears about the game when it was all over.When she woke up from the situation, the pride that she thought she had the commanding heights was long gone, and she sincerely thanked Harry for his childish expression when he complained that the coffee was cold, which made her leave her previous identity faster than pulling out her wand at her friend .

"You scared me." She wrinkled her nose in disapproval.

"Voldemort has lived in my mind for a long time, and I think I can pretend like that for ten minutes once in a while." Harry said jokingly.

But it is undeniable that there is always some truth in this.Maybe things are not as complicated as assumed, maybe more complicated than this, these are yet to be verified.It's lamentable that after all these tortuous afternoon teatimes, Hermione could only bear the pain to face the soaring workload, and Harry innocently said that it wasn't all his fault, and then the young witch crumpled up a tissue and beat him .

By the time she left, Hermione had returned to being the bright and determined Gryffindor.She put away her smirk and looked at Harry's profile. The boy who smiled shyly at her on the train seat had grown into a good enough person to be his own, even though she didn't like the process at all.

"You investigated a lot," she said. "It's not just a guesswork game, is it?"

Harry looked at the square with people coming and going and the fountain's water that was always about to fall back to the ground.He said I hope it is too.I also hope that.

Snape watched as the Savior broke into St. Mungo's with an unconscious alter ego.

"Save him." Harry's face was covered in blood, his voice trembling.

The hesitant medical personnel clearly recognized the notorious Death Eater who was dying, but the savior was tugging at his hem, and the volume changed from a weak plea to an angry shout.

"Immediately." He repeated over and over, his words confused and fierce. "I want you to do whatever it takes to save him."

So then the therapists got back their professionalism.Soon Harry was the only one left in the hallway leaning against the wall behind him, giving his weight to something outside and sliding slowly down to the cold marble floor.

Snape had seen Potter in many ways, alive and well, not lifeless as he was now with his head down.He watched him staring intently at the hands stained with crimson liquid, tick-tock, he saw the strong emotions that looked like hate but could never be called hate welling up in his eyes, as if a certain part of him was collapsing in the silent passage. Snape wondered why this scene was so familiar even though he had never seen it before, and whether he could also find a similar moment in the depths of his long dusty memory - when the cognition that he had always believed in was suddenly shattered into pieces, the part of himself that fell suddenly would be Irrevocably gone.

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