38 years of past events

On that day, the castle collapsed, everything was destroyed, a huge ray of light blasted everything and made a thunderous sound like shaking the earth, screams flew out of the wall along with the impact of debris, billowing thick smoke like overwhelming sandstorms People are buried in it and sleep forever.And the big bang that lasted for more than a minute was finally left forever in the school history of Hogwarts. After many years, how many people still tremble when recalling it.

The empty square regained its tranquility, and he and Harry fell to the ground together, their wands flew far away and turned into torn branches.

I dragged my injured body and staggered towards him. After finally being unable to support myself, I fell heavily on the ground. My vision was stained red with blood. I stretched out my hand and reached towards the direction where he fell. Trying my best to crawl forward, just a little bit, just a little bit...

When finally, my fingers touched his fingertips, the love that seemed to have been separated for a century finally revived in memory.

From today, I am your father.Do what I order you to do, never try to rebel against me!

You'd be the pride of Slytherin, wouldn't you?do not let me down.

You have no mother, just always remember that I am your father and you are my son.

Of course I will teach you more in the future.

Come back to me!Randolph!

"Father..." I climbed forward with difficulty and grabbed his hand.

In the rough mixture of wounds and dust, I hold him like everything in the world, just as he once did.

"Father…"

I called to him, his eyes moved and opened a little bit, he was still alive!I know I made it!I prevented that final ending!

The Slytherin locket was broken and buried under the ruins. The blood spilling from my chest stained half of my body red, but all the pain couldn't stop my joy at the moment.

He looked at the bright sunny sky, and slowly said my name from his heaving chest.

"I...here..." I tried to crawl forward, bringing my body closer to him: "I...have been here...father..."

"Is he... dead... that... boy..."

He turned his head to look at me with difficulty, the splinters scratching blood on his pale skin.

"He's... dead...they're all dead..." I said, telling him like I'd won a big victory.

"Really?"

"real……"

I saw the crimson in his eyes fade away little by little, turning into those beautiful obsidian pupils, drawing a smile around his lipless mouth.

"So... is it all over?"

"It's over...it's over...all..." I nodded, suppressing my sadness.

"Okay... very good..." He laughed, and started to try to get up, but he fell down, and he did it again and again, but he still fell down.Blood oozed from the torn wound, dripping on the gravel dust.

Finally, he let out a breath, as if giving up, and stretched out his trembling arms toward me, "Randolph..."

"Father..." Through the gravel and dust, we tried our best to crawl forward, and finally held each other tightly.

"My son..." He looked at me with no Legilimency anymore, no coldness and cruelty, but a gentle tenderness: "I'm proud of you..."

"I'm proud of you too...my father."

"I'm proud of you because...because you stayed, you didn't run away like they did...you are a real Slytherin...even though you know the truth..."

"I'm sorry, I... shouldn't have kept all this from you..."

"Okay... I understand..." He took a few breaths, and then said: "I should really thank your mother, it has been so many years...you are the best gift I have received in this world...now , I finally understand what Dumbledore is going to tell me..."

"Ancient magic..." He said to himself mockingly: "How could I not have thought of it... How could it be..."

At this point, I know that my father finally understands what he has been asking for in his life.

Now, we have all fallen together on this glorious land that our ancestors once created. Everything we have ever experienced is understated in our minds, like white clouds floating in the sky.

"Dad..." I called him softly with the voice in my memory, "Tell me the story when I was a child..." I lay on the ground, the pain spreading from my chest and the pain of tearing my soul made me become Weary and tired.

"Just tell... the story you didn't finish telling that night... the night when you were going to kill Harry..." He let out a soft breath, as if he had put all his weight on the ground.

Then he babbled something out, mixed with the occasional painful cough, but that didn't matter, I knew he was alive, my father was alive, and that was enough!

The blood flowed from my body, the horcrux died in the ruins, his vague voice became farther and farther away, and I closed my heavy eyes...

"Listen, I have something very important to do tonight, you are not allowed to run anywhere, wait for me to come back obediently, I will definitely come back..."

"Your father will not come back. He was rebounded by ancient magic when he tried to kill the child." Avery, who was once afraid of his father, showed a mocking tone for the first time, and his tall stature blocked the door. outside light.

"Sir, can you let me go? You block the door. If my father comes back, I won't be able to see him."

Avery froze for a moment, then said impatiently: "I said your father won't come back, didn't you hear me!"

"Sir, give way."

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