The Mortal

Tai Ya.

But it's ridiculous that the Weasleys were questioned for not being attacked - who the hell is calling pure blood traitors?How come I forgot all about it?

The already impetuous wizards were almost divided into two factions, one side believed that those damned evil wizards deserved what they deserved, and the other side powerlessly voiced resistance. Harry didn't see this as retribution, maybe some people really deserved it, but he knew that the vast majority of sinners were punished accordingly, and the rest were just standing on a position that the final victors didn't like and had no real meaning. Harmful to others - it would be really absurd if a nasty tone of voice was also a crime.

But perhaps one of the fundamental characteristics of being human is the fear of being different, of being different.Winners always have the right to make the rules, winners always look more right, and people like to see someone they hate convicted - whether that's true or not - at least it proves they were and will be in the future And it's always been right.Everyone wants to be right.

As a result, the anti-pure-blood faction, which was already quite powerful, swept into a huge wave and went to an extreme with the seemingly reasonable promotion, engulfing the vacillating part of the people.

If the nature of war and the truth of war are - the loser will be driven out, what will the world look like?

Your fucking idea is about to come true.He could barely make out the letters that were slanted at an exaggerated angle, and the black pen prints almost penetrated the paper, and Harry could imagine Hermione's anger when she wrote the letter.Are there not a few people who are more sober?You should really look at some people who are full of nonsense and are no different from cultists. What are you doing? Isn’t this considered class persecution?

Harry thought about what he should reply to calm down the girl's rage and anger.It may be a way for him to go back, but there is also a great possibility that he will add fuel to the fire and make things worse-the identity of the savior is not good for the situation, no matter who wants to take this opportunity to unify the British wizarding world into one There is such a voice (is it different from the Nazis?), and the black hands behind the scenes will not ignore him.

"Here it is." Harry muttered under his breath, then tossed the note to Snape, who was staring at one of the shopping bags, and took away the pile of snacks he had secretly bought, pretending not to be guilty. "Look," he said.

Snape raised his eyebrows before he began to scan the pile of disaster-like characters on the paper.

"I now wonder what bad things I did in my previous life." Harry continued on the sidelines. "It's like some kind of inescapable fate or something. Whenever something happens, it's about me, like I was born to do it."

"You can choose to leave," Snape said flatly.

"Sooner or later, I guess," Harry said, and sighed. "Not right now. Of course I want to just walk away and put this shit aside, but I've got to get this done anyway."

"Out of pity?"

"If you still have a little conscience, you will find that I am the one who needs to be pitied." He said while trying to sort out the purchased items. "I don't know. It's just my job, isn't it? My friends are working on it, and people are threatening us, which is a good reason. Or, it's just that you didn't teach me what it means to run away."

Snape put the note down.

"I complained too." Harry told him casually, still weighing two cheeses in his hand. "I used to hate why it had to be me, why it was so unfair. But no one declared that the world should be fair, neither did Merlin, nor did God."

"That doesn't sound like something you'd say." Snape tossed him chocolate mixed in with vegetables for no apparent reason. "I didn't know your sweet tooth was coming to Albus."

"...I'm not that scary yet." Harry took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. "What do you think I should do? Go back there first? I don't know how to deal with this situation. It feels like the minds of the wizards are disturbed. To be honest, I think fighting is easier to deal with." .”

"Okay. You go back and stand on the stage and say a few nice words, and they will listen to you."

"you sure?"

Snape sighed heavily. "You've left me speechless, Potter."

"Because I didn't know you could still joke." Harry looked at him in surprise.

"I never doubted the extent of your ignorance."

Harry snorted softly.He opened the fridge and put the items that needed to be kept cold in place, and Snape handed him items a little further away, first a box of lettuce, then mushrooms, bell peppers, tomatoes, until a large broccoli appeared in the before his eyes.

"I don't remember taking it," Harry said thoughtfully. "So, you definitely know that I hate this stuff, right?"

"That's exactly why I'm holding it," Snape replied with his normal look.

Harry stared at the disgusting vegetable in his hand as if mocking him for a while, and somehow suddenly felt a little joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Okay," he said, in a tone that seemed genuinely resigned and strangely gentle, making Snape extra confused by it.

"Okay?" Elder Zhe couldn't help asking.

"I'll try to get over it, like being buried in your bowl." Harry closed the refrigerator door, turned around and said easily. "I want to eat pizza today, do you have any other suggestions?"

Snape wasn't picky about food. Harry nodded and walked into the kitchen, half of his cuffs were rolled up to expose his forearms. When the flour was poured out, a burst of white powder flew up, but he was skilled in his movements, and he would not develop the kitchen into a disaster scene at all. Snape watched him for a moment, and at some point the image became a normal part of his life - the boy seemed to have always been there, taken for granted, and always would be.

within his reach.

"You don't need to," Snape said aloud.

"No need for anything?" Harry asked, turning his head.

"Just now you asked me what to do," Snape said, watching him. "You don't need to do anything special, no matter who it is, he will definitely come to you - Harry Potter - the savior, and your identity will be his biggest obstacle and bargaining chip. Be prepared, and then you only need to do what you do best when the time comes .”

"What am I best at?"

This is not easy to understand. Harry's first thought was Quidditch, but other than that he couldn't really think of a skill at which he wouldn't be too bad at it, and it was unbelievable that Snape would think he was good at anything.

Harry looked at him with utter curiosity.There was a bit of flour on his cheeks, and on the tip of his nose, purely waiting for an answer he had no clue about.

"Beat him," Snape said slowly. "Defeat your enemies."

You are good at facing all the adversities that make you grow harder, you are good at defeating them and drawing nutrients from them to become stronger.

You are good at doing the impossible.

Harry originally wanted them to move to Black's old house temporarily, but considering various objective and well-known subjective factors, he decided against it.Safety is not considered as a primary factor - he is waiting for unfriendly friends to come to his door, but after considering the safety issue, there is no need to worry too much. Their residence has been superimposed with protective spells by the suspicious savior to the insurance of a bank vault As long as they didn't step into the door, no matter how much the wizard cast spells outside, he could buy a certain amount of time - and the two of them were not the kind of idiots who would open the door to a salesman casually.

MI5 managed to wring bits and pieces of clues from the Duke, but there was still not much useful information about the wizard. Harry couldn't help, he just waited patiently at home for a few days.But despite his patience, uncertainty brought about anxiety, he hated being unknown and passive like before, the sequelae left to him by Voldemort - fortunately, Snape would often have all kinds of things for him to do, Harry didn't know Did he see that something was doing this on purpose, but every time this time, he was happy to fulfill those weird requests and unexpectedly forgot his original worries.

During this period, he went to visit the Weasley family at the Burrow. The red-haired wizards were not affected by the rumors, but Molly's enthusiasm made him a little overwhelmed-the embarrassment of being regarded as the most beloved youngest son in the family made Ron keep rolling his eyes. Accepting unconditional doting with a wry smile, he thought he loved each of them and this family, and he once wanted to stay here from the bottom of his heart, until he made a mess of himself to pieces.

People do become different, or maybe those differences are just parts that haven't been discovered before.He didn't like the noise anymore, he didn't like a girl with the same hair color as his mother, and he remembered Dr. Green saying that he would have lived a happy life: you should marry her, have two or three children, Family harmony, you will take care of everyone, don't let anyone sad, you will have the life you want.But I screwed up, he told her.She said no, Harry, that's a good thing, you should just start looking for what you really need.She said that you care too much about being needed, you always put other people's needs first and forget yourself, I think maybe you will have a perfect life like that