The Mortal

He cheered himself up in a low voice, and imagined his friend's joy when he got the wand and his girlfriend's surprised expression - it was definitely a wise decision not to tell the whole story when they met before, otherwise he would probably only be taught by Hermione's ear at this moment.

It took Ron less than a minute to complete the first part of the crime process.Watching, unlocking, and entering, the endless night tours in his student days provided him with a good experience reference.He leaned against the door panel to calm his overexcited heartbeat, took a few deep breaths and began to look at the messy warehouse.

good.That's it.

Snape knew something was wrong almost immediately.

But that didn't stop things from developing to the current situation: he opened the door, took the cake that looked good and should be delicious - it took up both of his hands, and then put the things in his hands on the nearest table At that moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the place that was still visually empty.

Mrs. Anderson had entered the room, and the empty space next to her was followed by slow applause.

"As expected of... ah, Severus Snape, double agent." With a tone contrary to the praise, a familiar figure appeared.

It's Kent.

"It seems that some people just don't have enough ability to learn the basic abilities needed to be human." Snape's expression didn't change, his usual sneering tone. "Knocking, for example. I think it's just too difficult a skill."

Kent's cheeks twitched faintly, his winning smile twisted for a moment.

"Speedy tongue won't do you any good," he said, staring at Snape as he paced slowly. "What do you think I'm here for?"

"People who are not on the same level are always unpredictable." The implication is, who can guess what an idiot thinks?

That was enough to make Kent angry.

Snape glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the two Aurors were already unconscious.Their only usefulness, he surmised, was to make sure he didn't hide where others couldn't find him.

"If you're counting on reinforcements," Kent sneered, "it's going to be a long wait. Oh no, maybe never. Your savior is on his own, and hopefully this lesson will He deeply understands the importance of the wand, and it would not be wise to give up magic for you."

Snape watched him without moving.Your savior, he thought, crazy to notice such little things at this moment, Harry must have put some goddamn spell on him.Thankfully, there was good news after an instant heart tightening, Kent didn't seem to be aware of Harry's wandless magic abilities.That's enough, Snape thought to himself, he believed, of course he believed the boy.

Then focus on what's in front of you.

"For what?" Snape asked, his voice not as sure as before.

This made Kent smile again.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Kent said briskly, "Don't worry, we still have plenty of time. Please sit down."

The three of them sat around the sofa in the living room.The door is closed.

Enjoying the good times before the imminent victory is a common human disease, and not everyone can perfectly suppress desires.Especially when you're in control now after years of contrived dormancy, it's a good idea to share the joy with the underdog to satisfy a long-suffering emptiness.

Snape was especially aware of this.

"Actually, I didn't expect that it would end up like this in the end." Kent raised his legs leisurely as if he was at home, holding the wand in his right hand and tapping lightly on the palm of his left hand. "Harry Potter," he said with a playful smile, "it seems more effective to have the savior as the spokesperson."

"It's you who are pushing for the eradication of pure blood." Snape pieced together the thread in the blink of an eye.

"I'm so glad you've become a cripple now." Kent sighed pretendingly. "Otherwise there will be a lot of trouble."

Snape ignored his sarcasm.

"Not everyone will be at your mercy. Why do you think he will do things for you?"

"Up to you." Kent narrowed his eyes slightly, and Snape's fingertips trembled unconsciously at the short sentence. "Think about it, when he comes home and finds your dead body and clues about the appearance of the old Death Eaters, which side will he be on then? Even if it's not enough to shake him, let's add that redhead The little girl is all right, I've got enough chips."

"Do you think he will put the entire wizarding world in danger because of one or two people?"

"Won't he?" Kent asked back. "He values ​​you so much that he is willing to give up his greatest support for you." He smiled lowly, "Harry Potter is not a saint. Since he was able to give up the entire village for a little girl he never knew, why can't he just give up his life because of you?" And you switched to my camp for 'revenge'?"

No. Snape denied it right away, that wasn't the case at all.Harry couldn't tell for sure what was actually going on at the time of the events in Corim, there were other Aurors in the town, and the boy was never the bigoted Kent said he was - Snape was sure of that, but he couldn't be sure It was another voice that suddenly sounded in my heart: Can't he?Does he really not do anything for you?

You entered into the deepest part of his soul.You know what you mean to him.

"I think you already have the answer." Kent was satisfied with what he had observed. "It seems that saving his life was not a mistake. An extra surprise."

No one noticed a trace of doubt on the face of the deliberately ignored old man.

"The Head of the Auror Division is your man," Snape said.

"Ah, yes." Kent nodded indifferently, his tone raised, "Any questions? Just ask. I like to see opponents surprised, especially if you, Snape, can go to the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix at the same time." People at the core."

Snape got what he wanted.

"for what?"

The second time he raised this question, there was no clear direction, but they all knew the true meaning of it.

"Well," Kent responded, "Personally speaking, my wife died at the hands of Death Eaters in that war, if that makes you feel better." He shrugged, "But on a macro level, two generations of black The devil wants to rule the magic world at all costs, so I think that position should be very attractive? Is it strange that I want to sit on it and try it?"

There was no sadness in his mention of his dead wife, Snape saw only things he was all too familiar with.That is a mortal who succumbed to desire with power as his stick, greed as his crown, ambition as his armor, and bones as his red carpet to the so-called throne.

"What did you do to her?" Snape suddenly turned his attention to Mrs. Anderson, who had remained quiet throughout.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Kent raised his eyebrows high, as if to say look, this is my new toy. "I have many friends, Mr. Spy. I am good at summing up mistakes, and I will not follow the old path of the previous generation of Dark Lords. It is too arrogant to think that I can shake the wizarding world by myself, but I have to say that Muggles are also good. ally."

"You were involved in the Muggle attacks, too," Snape pointed out.

"Cooperate with each other and get what we need," Kent admitted. "It works well, doesn't it?"

"The duke that Harry and MI5 arrested earlier was not the one who worked with you," Snape continued.

"Ha, it's just a puppet." Kent tilted his head and said, "It's a pity, no matter how much you know, you won't be able to get out of this room."

Snape was silent.

And Kent gestured please to Mrs. Anderson.

"Come on, let our friend die a worthy death," he said with a smile.

Her mission from the beginning had been to spy on Harry Potter.

MI5, MI6 or any other secret department is fine, Snape has no interest in getting to the bottom of it, the retired old man will still faithfully carry out orders from above when he receives them.The first thing he thought of was how to accept Harry when he learned the truth, accept the cruel fact that the old man he truly loves was doomed from the very beginning to bring about today's betrayal, and accept that those seemingly inadvertent concerns all had another purpose .

Even maybe the boy has to endure more pain and sorrow, Snape couldn't bear to think about it, and hated himself so much why he woke up, why he lost his power, and why he could only bring harm to Harry, and that young man who was worth everything might There's no chance of waiting for a loved one to return an equal amount of love - from a time I don't know, he thought, Harry, from an earlier time you don't know.

Snape counted what he could leave him.Except for a memory that is not entirely good and endless despair, there is only this video that is sufficient as evidence. Harry thought he didn't know, thought his little tricks were safe and secret, but Snape just didn't let it go - Harry had turned on the recording magic every time he left the house, presumably since Kent's last visit here. Snape understood that it wasn't malicious in any sense, the anxiety the young man thought he had hidden well.