[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

They landed in a small living room, and Harry was thrown on the floor, headfirst, before he was jolted and the Body-Binding Charm was broken.

Harry slowly got up from the ground. He looked around and found that it was a very desolate and deserted house, and it seemed that no one lived there.The walls were lined with books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a candle-lit lamp, hanging from the ceiling, cast a dim circle of light in which were crowded one another. A scuffed sofa, an old armchair and a rickety table.It feels like this is a prison cell.

"Where is this?" Harry asked.

"My home," Snape replied coldly, "because of your troll-like stupid response, I had to change your landing address from the Order of the Phoenix to my home."

"Thank you," said Harry.

Snape looked like he ate some shit.

Harry thought about the stories he'd been investigating, about his mother, about Snape, about the hijacking quartet - now wasn't the time to think about that, he told himself.

"I think you should understand the background first, it will help your rusty brain to make a barely rational judgment," Snape said as he handled the stove, cleaning up the traces after the transfer, in case Being tracked by the Death Eaters, he said to Harry, "Dumbledore personally lured the Dark Lord away, and most of the Order of the Phoenix went out. They paid such a high price because they wanted a thought, thought, righteous, normal Dumbledore insists that you have an extraordinary role in dealing with the Dark Lord."

He paused, then continued, "If you understand what my accent means."

"I understand," said Harry, "but..."

All the scenes at the Death Eater Manor floated in his mind, the initial panic, the utterly special treatment, the loving treatment, the gradual indulgence of emotions, and what he just realized a little bit, that he might Feelings...

The Dark Lord's furious voice seemed to ring in my ears again: "Especially, when I hurried out to deal with those leftover matters for-for-you, for-for-you to deal with those damn things..."

Also, when he boldly proposes to learn to Apparate, he asks "Aren't you worried that I'll run away?" and the Dark Lord just asks "Would you?"

And the words of Lucius who have always disturbed his mind recently, "If you were not young, we would have thought that the master was in love with you. Of course, age is not a big problem for us at all..."

Harry bit his lip, desperately suppressing the words that were on his lips.

Leaving the Death Eater Manor was something he had always expected, and Sirius, Hermione, Ron, and all his friends and relatives were not there.They are in the Order of the Phoenix, in the Order of the Phoenix, which is brighter and will never kill people indiscriminately or torture people indiscriminately.

He asked himself, haven't you been looking forward to Professor Dumbledore's rescue?And now that rescue is here, Professor Dumbledore is even willing to pay so much to rescue you, and you are actually thinking, you want to go back to the Death Eater Manor?

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end the words he uttered were directed at Professor Snape: "It's just...just that the Dark Lord must be very angry. It's hard to fool him again."

"I won't go back to the Death Eaters anymore, I will always stay in the Order of the Phoenix," Snape's face darkened, "I think, after the master's rebirth—"

Snape paused, then forcibly changed the subject: "Pay attention to your address, you are the savior boy, you cannot call the Dark Lord in the Order of the Phoenix. I suggest you call the Mysterious Man, this name is more neutral."

"Thanks," Harry smiled at Snape - and Snape looked away awkwardly again - and Harry went on, "Besides, the Dark Lord has been really nice to me..."

"You don't understand," Snape interrupted, raising his voice, "he's hiding something from you, and sooner or later he'll deal with you!" The Dark Lord knew the second half of the prophecy!You and him can only live one!Sooner or later he will lay hands on you—

Harry tilted his head, and asked calmly and curiously: "Can you tell me why you made such a judgment?"

Snape was dumbfounded. He swore in front of his master not to tell the contents of the prophecy. The power of the spell bound him to keep this secret, and there were indeed too many stories about this prophecy that he could not tell. Tearing open the scars he almost never wants to touch:

At that time, how he carefully eavesdropped on the doorknob of the Pig's Head Bar, and how he was ecstatic to offer a great credit to the owner, and then how he regretted it, how he was in pain, and how he tried his best to protect Lily Life, how he chose to betray the master and teacher he deeply admired and respected, and how he painfully won Lily's death and the master's failure.

This prophecy almost ruined half of his life, and almost completely destroyed his faith.He couldn't, wouldn't, and didn't dare to speak, and a deep scar lay in his heart.

Snape looked deeply at Harry and finally just said, "You've definitely grown a lot."

Snape took out a piece of parchment and stuffed it into Harry's hand, on which Dumbledore's long and thin handwriting was familiar: Order of the Phoenix headquarters is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

"Come on, go to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. They may already be waiting for you," Snape said.

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Snape was right, although most of the Order of the Phoenix hadn't returned when they entered 12 Grimmauld Place, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Weasley The family's twins, as well as those he loved, were waiting in the hall.At the sight of him, they burst into cheers.

"Harry—"

"Harry, you're back—"

"We made it—"

The jumble of voices was deafening to Harry's ears - in the background there was an old lady screaming "Bastard! Bitch! Dirty and criminal bastard! Bastard, freak, ugly, Get out of here quickly! How dare you defile my ancestor's house!" Mrs. Weasley hurriedly left, probably to deal with——

In front of this familiar enthusiasm, Harry finally couldn't help but feel happy. All the lingering doubts and reluctance in his heart were temporarily suppressed by him. He showed a big smile and threw himself into Sirius' embrace.

Everyone was talking so Harry couldn't quite make out what was being said now, and after a flurry of chatter, he heard Sirius yelling, "Stop, stop! Everyone! One Come one!"

The chaotic scene finally stopped, and everyone left the hall and moved into another room-a cavernous and deep room, surrounded by rough stone walls, most of the light came from a large fireplace at the far end of the room, and the pipes emitted light. The smoke permeated the air, like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield, and the heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling looked hideous and eerie in the smoke—everyone sat down at a long wooden table in the next seat.Harry sat down next to Sirius, snuggled up, with an uncontrollable smile on his face the whole time.

Sirius was the first to speak. He took out a cloth bag, put it in front of Harry, and looked at him with shining eyes: "Oh, Harry, before everything else, you have to accept this prize—the Goblet of Fire victory!" One thousand Galleons! It’s a pity that there will be no awards ceremony, but, I want to say——I’m so proud of you!”

Everyone - especially the twins - cheered: "Smallest Goblet of Fire competitor! Our champion!"

Harry smiled shyly, "Thank you, thank you."

—The Goblet of Fire, the death of Cedric, and the resurrection of the Dark Lord.On that deep night, he stood in front of the tombstone, his crimson eyes reflected his distressed figure.He said to himself, "My boy, my little boy"...

——Stop, don't think about it!

"Harry!" Sirius raised his voice, over the cheers of the crowd, "It's time for questions—let me ask first! Don't argue with me!"

The man who hadn't seen his godson for a long time had an unconcealable excited look on his face: "Harry, you...how do you feel when you come back to us?"

In the almost extreme emotional expression of the godfather, those troubles seemed to go away all of a sudden. Harry indulged himself in the surrounding of family affection, and took the initiative to hug his godfather: "Very, very good."

He really hasn't seen his godfather for a very, very long time, like a century, and there is no correspondence, no contact, let alone meet and hug.

"This description is not enough!" The twins booed, "It's only three words! Hurry up! Describe it more, or I will never let you go—"

Hermione was so excited that she was almost sobbing, Mrs. Weasley had already covered her face, and compared to the excitement of the girls who almost filled their eyes with tears, the boys were booing and making noise in various ways, and the room soon became a mess. Melon vegetable market——

But before the enthusiastic atmosphere subsides and before the next question is asked, the sound of "bang", "bang" and "bang" apparating continuously came from the hall, followed by screams, cry

The joyful atmosphere suddenly condensed, and everyone looked at each other in silence, with uncontrollable melancholy and panic in their eyes. .Harry let go of his godfather and stood up with the others and walked down the hall.

In the hall, some people were standing, others were sitting on the floor, and a woman Harry didn't know was crying with her face covered.Mrs Weasley was asking loudly, "Tonks, what happened?"

Professor Dumbledore stood up slowly—Harry realized that the old headmaster was half kneeling next to a lying person, who should be doing treatment—he said in the most solemn voice Harry had ever heard: "Alastor died."

No one spoke, no one moved.

Tonks, covering his face and weeping, let out a howling sob.