[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Harry, are you okay?" The dream was interrupted by a question, and Harry looked up with difficulty holding his scar, and saw Hermione looking at him with a little worry.

Harry was a little dizzy, the woman's face was always dangling in front of his eyes, accompanied by the familiar scenery of the Dark Lord's study, the materials spread out, the bookshelves standing upright, the skirts fluttering...

He leaned on the wall to barely stand still, and the world finally returned to calm.Only then did he squeeze out a smile, and said to Hermione, "Thank you, Hermione, I'm fine, but I didn't sleep well last night. You know, the Azkaban incident made everyone very anxious."

"That's something grown-ups should be worried about," Hermione said with obvious comfort. She didn't usually say that. Like all the children in this house, she was committed to finding out what the Order of the Phoenix was doing. "You still A child, you are only 15 years old, you should not take these burdens as your responsibility."

"Well," Harry showed a soothing smile, "don't worry, I believe Professor Dumbledore will deal with all this."

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The waking dream seemed to break some barrier, and Harry began to dream frequently and fragmentarily, accompanied by the burning pain of the scar.

He saw himself walking through the halloween square, two Muggle kids dressed as pumpkins waddling past him...

He saw the red-haired woman in front of him begging "Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!" and he was replying "Get out of the way, stupid woman... get out of the way... My last warning—"

He saw the dark-haired baby giggling at him as he clutched the side of the cradle, and he pointed his wand very carefully to the little boy's face, who was even bold enough to grab his wand...

In the darkness, Harry suddenly opened his eyes.

The scar felt like it was about to tear open, and Harry bit his lip tightly, suppressing a moan that rolled down his throat.He didn't want to wake anyone up, just as he didn't want to tell anyone about his dreams.

The dream was so clear and the scene so familiar that he almost felt terrified of it.He got out of bed, groped in the dark, and gently opened the door—Ron was still soundly asleep, and his snoring felt like it was going to break the ceiling—Harry didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to relax, to be in After such a shocking dream, do something, maybe vent, but he doesn't want to wake up the sleeping people in this house...

To Harry's surprise, there were still lights on at this late hour.

Harry knocked lightly on Professor Snape's door with some curiosity - it wasn't locked - and he just pushed it open and went in.

Snape stood in front of a cauldron that was emitting purple smoke, and the mist of potion filled the air, covering his expression: "Potter? I should expect you to know that it is a kind of trick to wait for the master's permission after knocking on the door Basic etiquette?"

"I thought the unlocked door meant," Harry said, "maybe you want to talk to someone, too."

"Oh, don't impose your ideas on others, just like your arrogant father," perhaps because it was a little late, Snape's sarcasm sounded lazy, "So, you want to find People talking?"

"Your treatment is poor, my scar is hurting more and more," Harry sat down in a chair, resting his head on the back of the chair, "and before your treatment, it didn't hurt at all .”

"Dumbledore believes that your scar means a very special kind of magical damage, which has an impact on your character and life. You said that it hurt when you met the Dark Lord before. I don't think you Should exist as a Dark Lord Probe..."

Harry was a little dazed listening to Snape's introduction to his treatment plan. Those reasons, those reasons, and those principles of treatment were all floating in the air like passing clouds of smoke.He didn't tell Snape about the dream he encountered before, so his treatment may have deviated... He thought of the Dark Lord saying "It's Snape who begged me to let Lily go", and thought of the black magician in the dream. The Demon King patiently told Lily five or six times to get out of the way. Thinking of what he had found out, the relationship between his mother and Snape could almost be called a childhood sweetheart...

"No more treatment," Harry said suddenly, "Professor Dumbledore's treatment plan is likely to be harmful to me."

Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

"After your treatment," continued Harry, who had never intended to confide these dreams to anyone, but Professor Snape, who was after all the only person in the house who knew what he had encountered and experienced with the Dark Lord. Everything, "I started to keep dreaming pieces of the Dark Lord's past. In those dreams, I was the Dark Lord."

He still hid the episodes of Bella, the fact that he could occasionally feel the Dark Lord's emotions and see the Dark Lord's current state.The fact was a little too creepy even for him, and it must have meant more to Professor Dumbledore.

"I'm worried," Harry continued, "if this continues, I will completely think that I am the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord should have treated me before, but the direction of his treatment is completely opposite to that of Professor Dumbledore. .”

Harry heard Snape's voice hesitate: "You mean..."

"Help me fool Professor Dumbledore, will you?" Harry looked up, letting his emerald green eyes shine in the dim light, "I don't want to be treated any more, I'm a little worried."

After a silence, Snape said, "Okay."

Harry put his head back in the chair.

"So," he heard Snape tentatively, "you can see the Dark Lord's past?"

"Just bits and pieces," said Harry muffled, "like how he came to my house one Halloween night, and how he told my mother to get out of the way five or six times, and how I was a baby... ..."

"He told your mother to get out of the way five or six times?" Harry could almost hear the unequivocal shock in Snape's voice.

"Oh," Harry turned his head to the side, looking at Snape in the smog, "So, he really doted on you, didn't he? I heard you begged him to let my mother go, but I didn't expect him to I really almost let her go." An uncomfortable feeling surged up in my heart: my soul flew away, I couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation...

Then they were silent for a long time in silence until the light of day dawned.

It was not good to stay any longer, so Harry got up slowly and left the room.

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Although the treatment stopped, Harry's scar continued to hurt.During the day, various scenes of the Dark Lord getting angry at Death Eaters or praising his subordinates would flash before his eyes, and at night he could see fragmented dreams of the past.The scar still hurt, but the curiosity about the Dark Lord's past, the feeling of voyeurism and the unknown, made Harry almost unable to extricate himself, and he couldn't think of leaving.

Meanwhile, Sirius, stuck in his ancestral home, is too busy getting him ready for school.The start of school time was slowly approaching, and Sirius finally made up his mind to send Harry to the train with a cold—he secretly told Harry, but he didn't dare to tell the members of the Order of the Phoenix openly.

On the last day of the holiday, the bibliography for the next school year finally arrived—you know, based on the experience of the past semester, the book list should have been sent a long time ago—and Ron and Hermione's prefect badges were also delivered .Ron, the twins, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix are all a bit baffled by this-Fred said "who in their right mind would choose Ron as a prefect?"; Kingsley said "but that would show Believe in him, if it were me, I would do that"; Ron, after the ecstasy of just getting the badge, always dare not look at Harry, as if he felt that he stole Harry's honor ,but--

However, staring at the bright red and dazzling Gryffindor prefect badge, what surged in Harry's heart at that moment was not jealousy, but an inexplicable guilt:

Professor Dumbledore may know, the inexplicable hatred and desire to bite when they looked at each other, those unknown experiences he had in the Death Eater Manor, the pictures that accompanied the pain of the scar, and what he said to Snape "Help me fool Professor Dumbledore, will you?"

That old man, the old man who single-handedly guided him to where he is now, has he distrusted himself to such an extent?

At about six o'clock, Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley, carrying a large pile of books, and Ron's new broomstick.At the dinner party, there were very few people, and Lupine also showed Harry the photos of the first members of the Order of the Phoenix-most of them did not have a happy ending, Dorcas Meadows died, Gideon Pwee The two brothers died together, the whole family of Marlene McKinnon died, the Longbottoms were tortured to insanity by the Cruciatus Curse, only part of Benji Fenwick's body remained, and Caradoc Dearborn disappeared...Harry stared at this picture Photos, my heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle.

To add to his heart, Mrs. Weasley had conjured the corpses of Ron, Bill, Mr. Weasley, Percy, the twins, and Harry when she dealt with a Boggart.Bill's vacant eyes were wide open, blood was streaming down Mr Weasley's face, and Mrs Weasley threw herself on Lupine's shoulder, crying heartbroken: "I always see them dead! Dreaming and dreaming! Half of the family is in the Order of the Phoenix, and unless there is a miracle, we will all escape death..."

And Harry stood by, listening to Mrs. Weasley's weeping bitterly, his eyes were fixed, and he felt as if the air in his lungs had been sucked out, and his brain was cold.

This... this is war...