The Mortal

Obvious to him as a bonfire in the night, there were times when Snape would catch Harry staying in the living room all night, occasionally getting up to check the doors and windows, or lingering at his door before returning to his room before daylight.He wondered then if Harry would be overwhelmed by the pressure, but he didn't, and Snape still got bright smiles from him that were unsparing, and warmth that never went out, and endless... love.

If only earlier.One month in the morning, one week, one day, if he can put away those scrutiny and evaluations in advance, and candidly admit what he thinks in his heart in advance, he can leave more for Harry.

But if is the most hopeless word.

"Is that all false?" Snape asked her.He was asking her for Harry. "You have everything to him?"

"Harry is a good boy," Mrs. Anderson said regretfully. "But I am loyal to my country."

Her expression was determined, and there was no trace of the kindness in the past on her wrinkled face.No matter how old she is now, she is still a weathered warrior at heart.

"One last question." Snape still looked calm and composed, as if the question-and-answer wrestling was nothing more than ordinary small talk. "Who is the leader of all Muggles...?"

"Unfortunately, I don't think anyone can answer that question for you," she said. "I'm just taking instructions from my superiors, but I guess he won't show up easily?" She looked at Kent.

"Indeed." Kent replied nonchalantly. "Cunning Muggle."

"Okay." Mrs. Anderson frowned dissatisfiedly, and her voice was impatient. At some point, a delicate silver pistol appeared in her hand, flipping back and forth. "We've delayed long enough, it's time to put an end to your silly tricks."

Her arms were straight and straight, aiming the muzzle between Snape's brows.

"You don't mind?" she said casually to Kent.

Kent relinquishes a right to life with interest.He stared at Snape, wanting to see fear, panic, powerlessness and pleading in him, all things that shouldn't exist in this man.

Snape lowered his eyes.He thought of Harry, he thought of the way he spoke and acted with love all the time.

He thought of the shy but unquestionable I love you.

He thinks I love you too.

Bang, gunshots rang out.

Ron circled the huge chest of drawers, throwing the dirty drapes aside.He guessed that this was the Vanishing Cabinet that had introduced the Death Eaters to the school back then - but why was there only one?

Not that he was wasting his time.Merlin testified that he had tried his best to find all the places, but in the end only got a dark and strange wand, which could not belong to Harry, but could be Snape's - hey, just take it as a good thing by the way , he couldn't exert all his strength but returned empty-handed.

Ron opened the tightly fitting cabinet curiously.

Then he saw... cloudy, horrible eyes staring blankly at him.

a corpse.

Harry gasped, pressing on his left rib.It's not serious, the bones haven't broken yet, it's just that the shock caused by the impact will take some time to calm down, and it's out of his consideration as to what kind of horrible bruises it will cause.

The last enemy lies not far away, dead or alive.

"Okay?" Hermione said as she tore the tattered cloth off her arm that had shredded.The ends of her hair were a little blackened, and it took them a lot of effort to put out the fire.

"It's okay." Harry said hoarsely. "You go to Ron and ask him to use the blood magic we've studied to find Ginny. Apologize to him for me, I need to go back."

He makes choices.

"You don't need any apologies," Hermione told him angrily. "No one will blame you."

"Thank you." He smiled at her softly, and began to speak the Disapparation spell.

"But if you don't come alive, we'll all blame you," she shouted at him, "Did you hear that? Everyone!"

So don't die.

Harry's figure disappeared in place.

Snape heard a suspicious grunt and a shrill exclamation the moment the gunshot fell, followed by the sound of a heavy impact, a female moan of pain, and a series of sullen curses.

Darkness came unexpectedly.

"Damn, hell- how dare you-"

Snape opened his eyes and followed the sound. Kent put one hand on his left collarbone, and blood gushed from between his fingers, staining the end of his wand red.And Mrs. Anderson must have been thrown by the curse to the wall on the other side of the room and then fell to the floor. The mark on the wall extended from not far below the ceiling to her body lying on the floor in a twisted position. The nasal bone was crooked, and blood flowed from the mouth continuously.

The gun fell not far away.

It all happened so suddenly that even Snape was stunned for a moment before realizing what had happened in just a split second.He almost looked in disbelief at the old man who planned to kill him with no flaws just a moment ago. She was smiling at this moment, she was suffering and regretful, but she was smiling.

His voice lingered in his throat.

"Want to kill me?" Kent said sullenly, his eyebrows twisted with anger and pain. "Do you think I'll be defenseless?" He cast a spell, and the gun shattered into pieces.

It's just that Kent underestimated the lethality of Muggle weapons at close range, and overestimated the attack strength that the armor body could withstand.So he was injured, but not fatally.He moved his hand away, half of the bullet was still stuck in his bone, and the cold metallic luster of the tail seemed to mock his incompetence.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the bullet, throwing it to the ground with a snap.

"You're on their side," Kent said, holding up his wand. "You want to save him. Well, then I will let you watch how he dies with your own eyes. And because of you, he is bound to die in tens or even a thousand times the pain."

He turned his head to Snape, who was standing by the couch, and the tip of his staff moved with him.

But Snape just looked at the old man.He doesn't understand.If anyone in this world preached to him the means of deception, he would definitely sneer and contemptuously, but she had fooled Harry, Snape, and Kent, in the ordinary moment of the first minute, the second, Then, no one can know what she thinks and where she stands.

The most clever disguise is probably that it is true that I am good to you, and it is true that I want to kill you; it is true that I am not good to you, and it is true that I want to save you. Harry is a good boy.I am loyal to my country. Snape thought everything she said was true.

And now Snape found himself so clumsy and clumsy that he could only utter a few pale, short syllables.

"Why?" Snape asked her.

Kent pursed his lips, looking gloomy.His fingers tightened, tightly gripping the wand that could shoot spells at any time, the resentment and questioning that swept under the surface turned into thin threads that strangled his chest and entwined into his thinking.

A Muggle - huh, a Muggle.

"I'm sorry..." She spoke weakly, slowly and softly.

At this moment Snape suddenly realized that her blue eyes were so similar to another person's. He thought of Dumbledore, his regretful, relieved and gratified expressions when he died, and his helplessness towards the white-haired old man who neither hated nor loved him at all.

"I've been working behind the scenes of this country for 30 years." She breathed softly, trying to keep her words steady. "I've done things that weren't quite right, I've done things that were wrong, and I've done things that could be called great and good for people... I did my duty and at the end suddenly didn't understand that my life was devoted to the people of this country It's still a politician in this country. I don't know the reason, purpose, and consequences of this incident, Snape, I accept orders."

Her complexion changed slightly, and she couldn't help coughing twice, and more blood gushed out of her mouth.

"But now, I want to do what I think is right." Her eyes widened, her lips opened and closed a few times, and there was another vague gasp. "Tell, Harry... I believe him."

She said I wanted to do what I thought was right.She said I believed him. Snape then took her word for it, he was willing to believe that she really loved Harry, just as he believed that Dumbledore loved Harry as much, even if they had both done less good things.

What is absolutely true?

"That's really touching." Kent's indifferent voice sounded. "But it doesn't make any sense. Damn people still die, nothing changes."

The tip of his wand began to glow.

But almost immediately his calm mask was cracked, revealing the hideous inside - the spell was interrupted before he could utter a full syllable, and he staggered back a few steps, almost dropping his wand in his hand.

disarm you.

Kent stared stiffly at the door.

"is it?"

Harry Potter stood there.His appearance was extremely embarrassing, with blood on his face and body, as well as various unrecognizable battle marks.But that couldn't cover up his fearless scorching gaze, nor could it cover up the obvious killing intent in his eyes.

Ron was looking furtively around when Hermione found him.The moment he saw his girlfriend, he almost tripped over him, and took a quicker step to cover her mouth before she could speak.

"Listen to me first. I was trying to steal Harry's wand," Ron tugged at her crutches.