The Mortal

Compassion and compassion.

"Pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards, hemp-blood wizards, including Muggles, the good and bad of human beings have never been distinguished by differences in identity." The tip of the black staff shone with dazzling light. "But I think you'll have to go to prison to learn that lesson."

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【twelve】

Sometimes patience is better than unreasonable yelling.

So they probably had a little trouble, Snape guessed, in their already tidy house.And the reason why it can only be regarded as conjecture is basically out of consideration for Harry's uncharacteristically not showing any obvious abnormal emotions. You must know that most of the 20-year-old young people have difficulty keeping the rainy and sunny changes on their faces comparable to the signage, But this time it was different, Snape hadn't figured out what he was thinking yet.

The progress after that day was unexpectedly smooth, even though the core savior himself first fell into a coma for more than twelve hours, and ended up with a triple exhaustion of mental, magical and physical power - before that, Harry still tried to rush to the magical world to do it Something, but his friends, who were sometimes as stubborn as his at times, were determined to leave him alone, and swore to use Luna, the patron saint of news, to prove that everything was alright - Harry suspected, that lovely silver-white rabbit If there is real life, it may be frightened by a few menacing threatening stares.

Fortunately, things are indeed moving in a good direction.The truth is that all the Aurors who were not dazzled that day (which already means the vast majority) were well-trained to carry out the orders given by their directors - just the opposite of what Kent expected - no, it should be called now Stanley is gone. At that time, Hermione justly asked the potions master who no one dared to ask for a potion to break the Polyjuice Potion. She didn't say anything superfluous, but glanced at Ron pointedly while Ron tugged on her sleeve. The former professor's hand was on Harry's waist, so Snape gave it to her by the way - although his main purpose in opening the potion cabinet was to pour potions on the savior who could pass out at any time.

Then they watched Kent transform into Stanley, Director of the Department of Justice on the spot.

In this way, Hermione understood why she often failed at the Department of Justice, and also figured out where the unfavorable voices from within the Ministry of Magic came from, and many inconspicuous violations that were once insignificant were explained more reasonably.As for exactly when he'd kill Kent and replace him, and whether there were any other ancillary matters that needed to be dealt with, that would be up to the professional Aurors, or the Wizengamot, and that was Minister Kinsley's job.

Ron and Ginny were responsible for escorting Stanley to where he was supposed to go.Soon Ed came in a hurry, he was alone, the living room was still a mess at that time, there were bloodstains and scorched marks on the walls and furniture, and the girl with brown curly hair was waving a small wooden stick to direct the pieces to return to their original appearance. Ed froze in the doorway for a few seconds before seeing Harry and Snape, whom he had only heard of but never had the chance to meet, sitting on the half-assed couch, Harry resting his elbows on his knees, arching his back, fingers crossed Holding it to cover half of his face, he didn't know what he was thinking. Ed followed his line of sight, and saw the silent appearance of the warm and gentle old man in his impression.

"Can you, help me arrange..."

It was Harry who spoke first.He didn't finish his words, and his voice seemed to be very steady, but everyone present understood.

"Leave it to me," Ed said, "I'll take care of it."

The efficiency of MI5 was very high, but after ten minutes, Mrs. Anderson's body was covered with a white cloth and taken away.Ed wanted to explain to him the funeral procedure on the Muggle side, but the calm expression on Harry's face made him feel that this was not a good time, so he turned to talk about work: the matter of detaining the old duke was criticized by the old The small group of aristocrats hindered him, but his bald boss with a shiny head yelled at nasty lawyers who came to negotiate bail, so they survived; It must be Harry's fault, but because of this, he peeked at files that were not within his purview, and learned that the annoying brother organization MI6 actually sent people to monitor here, so he hurried over to discuss it, but in the end Caught the scene of the incident after the chaos.

Harry was very attentive.If you have to describe it, you can't find any other words that are more appropriate.He talked with Ed clearly and logically, asking questions and giving instructions fluently.But Snape figured he'd rather have Harry not accepting realistically asking loud questions about what happened and why, rather that he'd shed tears, or resort to excusable violence and destroy objects to vent the pain in his veins. Obscure blocking.But he didn't.

Judging whether a person is mature or not can probably be measured by endurance - don't get lost in ecstasy, don't be immersed in sadness, endure pain, parting or even death, accept and admit the reality happened. Snape thought about the boy's age, and thought about what he could do when he was 20, and concluded that the biggest mistakes he made were crying, sleepless nights, and burning alcohol.Be reasonable, Snape, he said to himself, Harry is the one most qualified to throw a tantrum, lose control like Black fell after the curtain fell, call you a coward like Albus died in the night, but look what he did ?He asks you how you are and if you are hurt, he gives you hugs and kisses, he says sorry I am tired and want to rest first, the room will be tidied up later.

Sometimes patience really makes people feel uncomfortable.Fuck the fucking patience.

It wasn't until some time after Harry fell asleep from exhaustion that Snape realized that the boy hadn't mentioned anything other than caring about him.The next day Snape got up according to the standard biological clock, and when the hour hand of the clock pointed to ten o'clock, he pushed open the bedroom door next door, which was never locked, and looked. Most of the young man's face was covered under the quilt, and the exposed forehead looked like Not very stable either.The window was open, and the cold winter wind poured into the room, Snape didn't hesitate for a long time, frowned, walked around to the other side of the bed and closed the window, a small click made the person on the bed move, but he still didn't wake up.

When Harry came out three hours later, the door to his room was wide open, the fireplace in the living room was burning particularly vigorously, and the room was clean and tidy.

"I'm so hungry." He stared at the fire for a while before speaking the first sentence slowly.

Snape studied him over the top edge of the paper.

"If standing still fills you up, I don't think you need a sandwich in the kitchen," he said.

So the young man's face brightened a little, it was a smile, Snape thought.Approximate smile.

So their trouble was that Harry remained in this usual state for the next few days: he was busy going back and forth between wizards and Muggles dealing with various follow-up issues, but still had a regular schedule; Harry was free From time to time, he stayed in the workshop and used potion materials to pass the time, and the recent orders suddenly increased, and if they didn't have something to do, Harry would read the book in his arms, so quietly that he didn't make a sound - that included turning the pages. the sound of.

Snape thought about ignoring it, too.Too much reassurance just repeats the pain, and the adult way of dealing with it is to pretend that everything is ok - ridiculous but true, and then over time things slowly really get better.But occasionally, it can get worse.

The damn page-turning sound didn't sound for a long time.Has it been as long as ten minutes, half an hour, or the whole afternoon?

"You've been looking at me for a while." Harry's questioning voice sounded first.He looked the same. "Is there a problem?"

Snape paused. "What are you reading?" he asked.

Harry blinked in confusion at first, then looked down at the cover of the book.

"A story about the fox and the rose," he answered vaguely.

Then the young man may also feel that he has coped too sloppily, or cannot find a suitable sentence to explain a children's literature that is not a fairy tale, so he closes the book and climbs from the carpet to the brand new sofa.

"Well, I'm thinking about the reform of the law by the Ministry of Magic." He thought for a while and said, "Stanley's resignation is doomed, and the Minister's position in the Ministry of Magic has finally stabilized. Some terms of the Aurors."

Snape closed the book too.He didn't bother to think about which passage he had read before.

"You know, it's been a few years since Aurors once again had full power - following You-Know-Who's first defeat - to be allowed to kill or arrest enemy wizards, bypassing the usual avenues of justice, and in the process using almost It is as vicious as a dark wizard." Harry stated as objectively as possible, but there was inevitably a bit of sarcasm at the end, "By the way, that is probably a strong reason for me to be exempt from guilt."

"I don't think you need to worry yet," Snape told him. "As far as moral standards are concerned, I would be more than happy to give you a higher place."

It took Harry a moment to react before letting out a low laugh from his throat.

"Just moral standards?" he pressed.

"Don't be too greedy." S