When the savior is no longer the savior

"

Fudge looked at Voldemort and Dumbledore sullenly and suspiciously. He waved his hand, and the two Aurors stepped forward to hold Harry. One of them asked, "Where's your wand?"

The fingers of Voldemort standing beside him trembled, and he was about to use force, but Harry turned his head and smiled at Voldemort first: "Mr. Riddle, I don't think you will 'accidentally' break my wand, right? Given You've been holding it securely for a solid 10 minutes."

"Shut up!" the other Auror snapped.But Harry's words were not in vain, especially when so many people were in the warehouse and a reporter kept pressing the shutter.

After a short silence, Voldemort quickly threw his wand to one of the Aurors.

Dumbledore continued to suggest: "We should arrange for Harry to have some physical examinations first to avoid some unnecessary troubles, what do you think? Fudge."

One night being led by the nose, Fudge looked a little annoyed, but seeing that the Ministry of Magic was going to commit a crime, Fudge said unwillingly: "Well, that's exactly what I thought, you take him away." Go back to the Ministry of Magic and get St. Mungo's healer." He added, "But I don't think Mr. Riddle, as a noble gentleman, would do anything he shouldn't."

Voldemort's cold eyes immediately fell on Fudge.

Dumbledore smiled amusedly.

Malfoy, who stayed aside, interjected. He raised his chin, glanced haughtily at Harry with his icy slender eyes, and then turned his head and said to Fudge in a slow aristocratic tone: "Minister, we all Knowing that the key criminal is a dangerous person, Mr. Riddle always needs to protect himself after meeting him unexpectedly."

"'Always need to protect yourself'." Dumbledore repeated meaningfully.

Harry wanted to stay longer, but the two Aurors who had grabbed him were already dragging him outside.

"Slow down, I'll go by myself!" Harry whispered annoyedly, seized the last chance to look around, and found Sirius and James, who were among the crowd, looking at him worriedly.He breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't express anything to them. In this state, he was obviously not suitable for doing anything else.

Harry was being dragged through the crowd by the two Aurors, the white light kept flickering in front of his eyes, and he glanced back one last time to see Voldemort standing beside Dumbledore, speaking to Dumbledore, his eyes fixed on him. Stare at him.

At the last moment before leaving, Harry heard Voldemort say in Parseltongue: "Dumbledore, the reason why I didn't defeat you may be that I am not as sensible as you..."

Harry was pulled out of the warehouse, they turned the corner, and the warehouse disappeared before his eyes.

But the hissing, cold and sticky voice followed him closely, getting into his ears and into his heart: "——and cruelty."

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Wind direction of the wizarding world

The magic world has become a little crazy in recent days. It started on the night of May 5th... What?You don't know what happened on the night of May 12th?It doesn't matter - yes, yes, it doesn't matter - go to the Daily Prophet, or Wizard Weekly, or whatever tabloid, Daily Wizard or Wizarding Monthly or whatever It will be all right.

And then you found Harry?Ravens and Tom?A story that Riddle had to tell—you read that right, Harry, the youngest wanted criminal in the magic world; Tom, the most popular candidate for the next minister of the Ministry of Magic.

They were said to be at ten o'clock at night—what were they doing at that time?

Inside the Abandoned Warehouse - What to do in the Warehouse?Still discarded?

Falling in love and killing each other - this is Mao...?

——The above content is from the gossip edition of "Wizard Daily", with notes, the writer of this edition does not bear any legal responsibility for wizards.

"This is nonsense!" James angrily tore the newspaper in half at the Potter Manor in Godric's Hollow, "Look what it says!" I think, whether it's for your own safety or For the safety of the wizarding world, it is reasonable for Mr. Riddle to use spells on wanted criminals. I hope everyone will not forget that what we are facing is not only a 15-year-old child, but also a 12-year-old who killed a werewolf alone , and can skillfully use the dangerous elements of the Unforgivable Curse. When facing such extremists, some behaviors that seem not so legal, but are actually completely moral should be understood and allowed. It is true that Mr. Riddle used the Unforgivable Curse It is undeniable that the practice of the Forgiveness Curse has violated the laws of the wizarding world. But we should also realize that Mr. Riddle is not only using the Unforgivable Curse to deal with wanted criminals, but also using the Unforgivable Curse to save us-you can guarantee, Wouldn't it be you, me, him, anyone in the wizarding world that the Ministry of Magic's wanted man worth 6000 Galleons would point at once?'" James read word by word until here , he couldn't help but tore the newspaper in half, "Fool! Idiot! Son of a bitch!" Finally, I would like to add that regarding the Unforgivable Curse, I always thought that Aurors didn't use this The authority of the spell is a ridiculous thing, after all, we all know that the most serious criminals will not pay attention to the prohibition of use.'”

"I have to say," said Sirius, who was sitting lazily beside him with his legs crossed, "I quite agree with the last sentence."

"I agree—" James swallowed his swearing back, and he spit hard at the newspaper, "Aurors can use it? That has nothing to do with Voldemort! The Auror is me! It's Kingsley !It's Scrimgeour! It's not Tom? Riddle!"

Sirius sat up straight, and he said calmly, "It's useless for you to do this, James. On the bright side, Harry is actually quite safe under the custody of the Ministry of Magic at this time."

James was not at all comforted by this 'safety', he yelled: "Who doesn't know that Voldemort also has minions in the Ministry of Magic? If Voldemort is desperate—"

Suddenly there was a loud, distinct sound of crumbling china from the kitchen.

James' words stopped abruptly.He and Sirius looked at each other, and after a few seconds, Sirius stood up, coughed dryly and said, "Well, I'll go see if the Ministry of Magic has approved our application."

James opened his mouth, but Sirius didn't give him a chance, and quickly sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace and disappeared into the flames.

There was no more sound from the kitchen, but after the bang, the silence was only more unsettling, like the calm before a storm or the Last Supper...

Several times James wanted to follow Sirius and disappear into the fireplace, but in the end, what little sanity he had left made him realize to his dismay that there was no point in doing so, because he would come back anyway...

James went into the kitchen.Lily was preparing dinner, the boiler was burning, there were half-cut lettuce and carrots on the chopping board, but the plate that should have held them was smashed, and the debris was everywhere, shining in the light.

James hesitated at the position of the door, and then he came behind Lily who was sitting on the chair covering his face, and called softly, "Lily?"

The whole body of the red-haired witch trembled, as if being hit hard by an invisible whip.

"Lily." James put his hand on Lily's shoulder.

But Lily immediately opened his hand, pushed the table and stood up and shouted: "Get out! Don't touch me! Don't come near me!"

"Lily, don't do this." James said in a low voice. "None of us want this. It was an accident. Harry will be fine."

"Accident, will it be okay?" Lily said coldly, "Who are you kidding! If it was just an accident, Dumbledore would have arrived at the scene in such a timely manner? If Harry would be okay—what did you call outside just now? "

James' intestines were green with regret: "Lily, listen to me, I mean-I think-I think-Professor Dumbledore won't let Harry go so easily, they must have something behind plan of--"

"Oh, oh!" Lily said impatiently, "What plan? To make Harry appear before Voldemort again and be tortured by that devil with the Unforgivable Curse?"

Emotions are always easy to pass on, and James, who was also worried about Harry, couldn't help raising his voice: "Lily, can you stop talking like that?"

Lily's eyes daggered across James' cheek: "I can't," she said, "I'm sorry, I can't. Do you know how I feel when I hear such - terrible - news come out of your mouth ? I really don't understand why you trust Dumbledore so much!"

"Lily!"

"I'm afraid--"

"enough!"

"he already--"

"do not talk!"

"—you're a fool!"

The kitchen suddenly became quiet.The two standing face to face stared at each other, no one spoke, as if they had nothing to say.

"Lily..."

"James!" Sirius' voice suddenly came from outside, and then the handsome gray-eyed man walked into the kitchen and shouted excitedly, "The application was approved! They agreed! You can go in and see Harry—"

"Can I go?" Lily asked immediately.

Sirius said apologetically, "I'm afraid not, they won't let anyone in except Ministry of Magic officials."

"I'll go there." James said at this moment, "Padfoot, wait for me outside."

Sirius put away his smiling face, he glanced at James and Lily with a little doubt, turned and left without saying anything.

The kitchen was quiet and awkward again.

James whispered: "Lily, Professor Dumbledore is a wise man, he is much more powerful than many of us. He must have his own ideas about this matter."

Lily didn't speak.

James said "Wait until I get back" in a deliberately relaxed tone, then turned and left.

He and Sirius went to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace.

The Ministry of Magic is still the same. The most conspicuous fountain standing in the center has been spraying water for ten years. After the convenient magic cleaning, it even looks as glamorous as when it was first built.

James and Sirius headed for the basement among the Ministry of Magic personnel coming and going.

Sirius whispered, "You and Lily had a fight?"

"Obviously," James replied.

"Lily will understand this time." Sirius comforted.

"I hope so," said James dryly. "I doubt it because..."

"what?"

"...Even I don't know how to understand it." He said half self-deprecatingly, half bitterly.

The days of being imprisoned were undoubtedly depressing and boring. It was only three days (there was one and a half days spent in bed, the sequelae of the Cruciatus Curse), and Harry uncontrollably began to recall the past. , being with Snape, life at Hogwarts... and things that went further back.

He thought of Sirius who had spent more than ten years in Azkaban. He didn't know how the other party survived: staying in a small and cramped environment, being smoked for pleasure every day, imprisoned for life, with no deadline, the only Liberation is death at the end of darkness...

…So, when Harry was led out of prison by the Aurors guarding him, he saw James and next to James, the handsome, dazzling and high-spirited Sirius?When he was with Blake, he suddenly felt a sense of space-time confusion.

This kind of feeling made him feel that the people, things, and even himself in front of him were terribly strange.

"...Harry?" James asked hesitantly.

Harry came back to his senses: "Huh?" He responded, and found that everyone around him had left, and only he and James were left in the room.

"How are you?" James asked almost impatiently.

At this time, Harry had gotten rid of the ridiculous and inexplicable feeling just now, and he smiled easily: "It's okay, except that it's not very free."

James also smiled, but no matter how he looked at it, his smile seemed stiff and forced: "What happened that night?"

"That night—" The question didn't surprise Harry, but he hesitated to say it here.

"Our conversations won't be overheard," James said, adding, "at least for now."

"—It's just a plan." Harry said, "Professor Dumbledore and I, about Voldemort." To be on the safe side, he still didn't make it very clear.

James' main purpose was not to find out what Harry and Dumbledore's plan was. He lowered his voice and worried: "What should we do now? That night, you were almost killed by Voldemort!"

"Actually, I'm still chatting with you." Harry shrugged his shoulders, and after seeing James' angry expression, he said, "At that time, Professor Dumbledore was nearby."

"Beside?" James questioned, frowning.

"How else would you bring someone in so well?" Harry explained.

"Voldemort didn't notice?" James asked suspiciously.

"Not close," said Harry.

"...What's the use of that?" James asked, "Could it be that Voldemort will give Dumbledore a little more time to prepare when he wants Avada?"

Harry didn't speak.

James' voice became harsh: "Harry!"

Harry sighed, "It's dangerous, yes, but so what? James, you know, it's war, it's not a game, and we—me and Dumbledore—can What we do is to keep the war to a minimum and avoid danger as much as possible... But danger is everywhere - as long as we are still fighting him - anyone may die. James, I may not have followed You said it, but back then..."

He looked at the man sitting across from him.

"Astora? Moody, Rufus? Scrimgeour, Amelia? Burns, Sirius? Black, Albus? Dumbledore, Severus? Snape... and With you."

"James Potter, Lily Potter."

No one spoke.

The silence lasted for a long time.James pressed his forehead, and he scratched his hair even more messy: "I don't want to say that, but Harry, even if this is the case, even if each of us is surrounded by danger, aren't you too..."

He looked at Harry with a difficult tone: "...do you believe in Dumbledore?"

The short meeting is over.

Harry stayed alone in his room, waiting for his guarding Aurors to take him back to his cell.After a while, he was a little bored waiting, and turned his head to look at the room he was in.

The room looked like a utility room: the walls were bare, the white paint peeling off, revealing the dusty concrete underneath, and beneath the cement was a huge old cabinet, the door of which was ajar, and you could see inside. Dusty tattered books and crystal balls, and various potion tools...

There was the sound of the door opening.

Harry rolled his eyes casually: "It's time to take me back—" His voice stopped abruptly.

The black-robed wizard stood in front of him with a sullen face.

"...Sev" he groaned, "Severus?"

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Suddenly I don't know what to say... um... Maybe, it's time to say you are the overlord?

run away~~~

Get out of trouble

The broken wall clock was on top of the cabinet, ticking and repeating the same time.

Harry and Snape sat facing each other, no one spoke, the room was extremely quiet, every minute and every second seemed to be stretched infinitely in the torrent of time, with no end in sight.

Harry already didn't know how to position his hands and feet. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look into Snape's eyes: "How did you—um—come in?"

"Submit the application," Snape said calmly, and of course he wouldn't tell Harry how much work and how many people he had begged for this brief ten-minute meeting.

"Hmm." Harry made a meaningless monotone, still at a loss for what to say.

But Snape didn't want to waste time—or rather he didn't: "Do you have any plans for what's next? A plan if Dumbledore fails?"

Harry froze for a moment: "Dumbledore—"

"Don't talk about him!" Snape interrupted Harry roughly, "I'm asking you, yourself!"

Harry hesitated to speak.

"Have you?" Snape demanded an answer without giving up.

"...well, I have." Harry said resignedly, "but comparatively speaking, this plan is more dangerous than Professor Dumbledore's."

Snape didn't comment on this, his face was finally less gloomy.

Silence again.

Harry finally got over his inner ostrich and looked up at Snape.When the eyes of the two met, he almost blurted out: "You don't look well—"

"You think I should be fine?" Snape replied in a low voice.

Harry almost thought that the other party was joking, but then he saw the tiredness on the other party's face and the blue shadows in his eyes.He opened his mouth, but he didn't answer, sadness clearly emerged in his heart.

"Harry," said Snape softly, "I thought it was time for you to realize that certain things are meaningless. Think about Malfoy, think about yourself, how do you feel that, just separate from me, That person will forget everything that happened before?"

"I do not have--"

"No, you didn't," Snape went on, "you were just running away, you were afraid, you were afraid of danger, you were more afraid of it coming to someone you cared about - you were running away! But It won't go away because you ran away, Harry. It's exactly what you said to Potter before."

Feeling embarrassed, Harry clasped his hands tightly.

"Harry." Snape slowed down his tone, he seemed to want to say something more, but at this moment, the door of the utility room was pushed open roughly!

"It's time!" The middle-aged Auror who came in from outside said coldly.

Snape and Harry stood up at the same time.Snape's expression became indifferent and rigid again, and Harry let the other grab his arm with a little impatience and disgust: "Okay, how many times do you want me to say it? I will go by myself..." He He was brought to the door, and when he was about to go out, Harry couldn't help turning his head to look at Snape, "What—how is he—?"

They all knew who the 'he' was referring to.

"He's fine," Snape replied.

Harry opened his mouth again, and under the impatient tugging of the Aurors beside him, he finally made up his mind: "Wait until I get out, let's have a chat!"

"Hey, come on, don't dawdle!" the Auror called.

"Okay, stop yelling!" Harry was annoyed, and turned to Snape again, "Listen, Severus, I just don't want you to be yelling because of somebody else—anyone— —doing something you don't want to do! This—”

"Hey, you're not finished!" the Auror who was pulling Harry also shouted angrily, but the next moment, he was roughly pulled away by Snape who strode forward!

"What are you trying to do? Attack the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic? I swear I'll bring you to trial, I'll definitely—oh—oh...oh my God, Merlin..." The middle-aged Auror stared in front of him dumbfounded. picture: Did he read it right?He really read it right?These two people are holding each other, these two people are-kissing?In a corridor with people coming and going?

No one was more surprised than Harry.When Snape wrapped his arms around him with enough force to break his waist, when Snape's lips touched his lips, Harry almost thought it wasn't Snape, but someone made out of Polyjuice Potion Yes—but the next moment, a cold cone was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

Harry shivered unconsciously, not sure if it was the touch of his lips, the coldness of his palm, or both.But he suddenly realized—clearly realized—how much he longed for such contact.His body, every inch of his skin, every cell of his is clamoring to get close, clamoring to fit together...

The realization made Harry feel ashamed that he never knew - well he did now - that he wanted someone so much... um...

Snape let go of Harry.

Harry twitched uncomfortably at once, he didn't really feel the kiss, and he didn't think Snape felt much either.But that didn't prevent him from being hot from face to neck at all. Harry lowered his head, and he heard Snape say, "Come out and talk? There's no need at all..."

Harry was pulled away, he still looked down at his somewhat dirty sneakers, and as the distance lengthened, he could gradually see the bottom of the opponent's black robe...

"—I never changed my mind."

With a bang, the door of the prison room closed.

This is a room with a size of only six or seven square meters. There are no windows and no furniture. There is only a small bed with an iron frame leaning against the wall alone for people to rest.

Harry threw himself onto the crib.He raised his hand to cover his face, and glanced into the sleeve of the wide magic robe.

In the transparent crystal bottle, the dazzling liquid swayed gently, shining like broken gold under the faint incoming light...

It's Felicia.

Harry closed his eyes.

Everything seems to be slipping to the bad side.

The matter about Ravens, the "youngest wanted man" of the Ministry of Magic, suddenly disappeared after nearly a month of uproar.In its place was news of a duel between Dumbledore and Riddle.

Most wizards were at a loss for what to do with this news.They couldn't understand why the two men had to fight, after all, in peacetime, it sounded too unreliable.

Dumbledore's supporters and Riddle's supporters began to fight against each other, and no one was helping the flames in private, whether it was Dumbledore who defeated the first generation of Dark Lord or captured a woman from 80 to [-] years old The beloved Riddle does not lack his own supporters.

That night, Spider's End Alley welcomed a visitor who didn't fit in here.

It was very dark, and there were no street lights in the alley. The man wrapped in a black robe stepped on a garbage dump. He cursed vaguely, wrapped his black robe tightly, and walked through the smelly street. Get through a dilapidated fence and knock on the door of a house.

The door opened.

The man in black raised his hood slightly, and immediately dodged into the house.

"Lucius?" Snape whispered.

"I said I would come." Lucius lifted his hood. "To make a long story short, are you really sure?"

Snape didn't answer, he turned and walked into the potions workshop, and came out with an empty bottle after a while.

Lucius raised his eyebrows. He took the bottle and looked at it carefully for a while, only to realize that there was nothing in it—it seemed to be a transparent, slightly bluish gas... liquid?

"You know how to use it," Snape said.

"Of course, I know." Lucius replied casually, focusing more on the bottle in his hand, "The things in this bottle..."

"Don't try to open it." Snape warned, "This is a coincidence, a coincidence that makes the effect more subtle and powerful - I don't have the antidote, and I don't necessarily get a second bottle."

"Of course." Lucius said in a low voice. He put the crystal bottle in his magic robe properly and walked out. Before leaving, he asked in a low voice, "Dumbledore, everyone knows that he is the strongest Great White Wizard, if..."

Snape was silent for a while: "Dumbledore hinted. As for the reason...do you think he will tell me?"

no answer.

Lucius left quickly.

1996年6月29号，没有人会忘记这一天。这是拥有多项荣誉的魔法界No.1邓布利多再一次拿起魔杖与人对决，51年前那场与格林德沃的战斗让魔法界的白巫师收获了无数的荣耀，并奠定了这位勇敢的巫师在魔法界的尊贵地位。而51年后的这一场战斗——

Dumbledore failed.

Countless wizards of Dumbledore's contemporaries or the next generation couldn't believe it and questioned each other——

But Dumbledore failed.

His wand was knocked flying, and landed again.

He looked at Tom?Riddle.

He admitted his failure.

This is the prison cell of the Ministry of Magic.Harry was staring at the oil lamp in the corner in a daze. Beside him, a piece of newspaper that had been crumpled and flattened countless times was spread out. On it was written in bold bold letters the date of the upcoming duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort. information.

Just today.

Is it over?

turn out……

The door of the prison room was suddenly opened.In came two strange wizards.

Harry looked at them, and he said to himself, "I think the results are out."

"Yes, the result has come out," one of the wizards grinned, "well, my little boy, you can finally go on your way—" He raised his wand, and a green light flashed on the tip of the wand, and jumped out. ——

With a "bang", Harry quickly raised his head from the corner, and saw another wizard who followed in put away his wand, kicked the unconscious "companion" into the corner, and blinked at Harry.

"Dumbledore's arrangement?" Harry whispered, "Come on, it seems that my wanted status still cannot be changed."

"Of course. Don't worry about the crime or anything, we have to hurry up—by the way, you can call me Errol." The wizard urged, and gave Harry a bottle of Polyjuice Potion with hair added, and then One of Harry's hairs was pulled out and added to another potion for the unconscious wizard to drink.

Harry and the wizard temporarily switched identities, and he followed Errol to go out, passing through various levels without any danger, and leaving the Ministry of Magic safely.

"It went really well today." Errol said in disbelief, he waved at Harry, "Okay, I should go, I hope they can find out that something is wrong later."

"It will," laughed Harry, "I bet the Ministry is only a few days away."

He was right, and after three days, the news of Fudge's resignation was known to all the wizarding world in England.But now, Errol just laughed along for a while before Apparating away.

Harry followed suit.The first place he went was Spider's End, and the moment the door knocked opened, he blurted out, "Severus, I want to see Professor Dumbledore—"

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Overnight at Spider's End

Little Hangleton, Gaunt's old house.

It was a moonless night, and the faint starlight illuminated the French windows on the second floor of the stately old house on the mountain.Behind the cold floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a looming black figure, he is holding a magic wand, and the face reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows is full of deep greed...

It seems that someone has come in...

he turned back...

what did that person say...

He became furious, turned around and pointed his wand at the other party, the green light from the tip of the wand illuminated his face——

Handsome, furious--

Harry woke up suddenly with a burning pain in his arm.Familiar furnishings immediately hit his eyes, and after only a few breaths, Harry clearly realized that he was in Snape's house.

Yes, I'm in Spinner's End...safe...at least temporarily...

Harry rubbed his forehead, wiped off the fine sweat that appeared on his forehead due to nervousness, and sat up straight from the sofa.

10:42.Harry glanced at the clock on the wall before focusing on the - well, let's put it this way - scene he had just dreamed about.

Voldemort showed a greedy expression on the Elder Wand in Gaunt's old house... He seemed to really think he got the Elder Wand... This is not surprising, given his personality, it is absolutely impossible to give this kind of thing to others , and never thought that there would be a fool willing to give this thing to others... He must have thought that Dumbledore was reluctant to give up the Elder Wand... But what happened to the ensuing rage?What news did he hear?Harry mused: Is it about me having escaped from the Ministry of Magic, or some other bad news?

But these are not the point, the point is—well, why do I still have this dream?The Horcrux matter should have been completely over, the moment Dumbledore wiped out all the Horcruxes... Or, was it just a dream?But that would be too vivid...

Or is it about the Dark Mark?Harry thought suddenly.If Voldemort did something extra with the Dark Mark—

"Well, anyway," Harry thought of the scene with Sirius in the fifth grade, "if he still thinks I'm the same as before, he's very wrong..."

"Big mistake?" A voice suddenly came from the side.

Harry turned his head, only to find Snape standing beside him holding a cup.

Harry was a little unnatural, stood up from the sofa and said, "It's nothing, it was just a dream."

Snape didn't say anything, he handed the cup to Harry.

Harry took it only to realize it was a glass of milk - well, it was just for him - and then he saw Snape sit down across from him... Harry followed suit and sat down on the sofa again, and Followed by a sip of milk.

Both were silent.

After a long time, Harry picked an obviously bad beginning: "Um—that—is Professor Dumbledore gone?"

"Leaving 30 minutes ago." Snape said flatly, "I noticed that you've been mentioning him since you met me today, and you can also go to Hogwarts by the fireplace if you want—after he just 30 minutes after leaving."

"..." Harry.

"Of course, if Mr. Ravens finds it inconvenient," Snape smiled, "his professor can try to make an appointment for him with the headmaster of Hogwarts tomorrow."

"Professor," Harry asked hesitantly, looking at Snape's face, and then realized that the other's face was not good by any means... What's wrong?Harry was a little worried, "Are you... um..." He looked at Snape's dangerous gaze, and somehow swallowed that 'jealous' back into his throat.

But the atmosphere in the living room suddenly softened.

Harry thought it over and said, "Severus, I said before that we can talk."

"As I said, I don't think there is anything to talk about," Snape replied.

Harry hesitated to speak.

Snape rubbed the space between his brows, and changed the subject to a lighter one: "He can move already, do you want to see it tomorrow?"

"Already moving?" Harry murmured, unable to describe how he felt at the moment, a little expectant, and a little - um, uncomfortable - he murmured, "How time flies."

"Yeah." Snape replied simply.

Harry lowered his head and sipped the milk in his glass.

"What's your next plan?" Snape asked.

But Harry didn't answer the question. He lowered his head for a moment and said suddenly, "I've always been scared."

Snape stopped silently tapping his fingers on his thigh.He looked at Harry, his expression becoming inadvertently focused.

Even though he just took a nap, Harry still felt tired. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheeks before he calmed down and said slowly, "Perhaps peace is really hard-won, so I'm too afraid of losing it... If Okay, I'd rather handle it all by myself..."

"But it's impossible," Snape said in a voice that was almost grim.

"No, it's impossible..." Harry smiled.He gave up everything and wanted to take it on his shoulders, but when he came to the end, he found that he didn't even have the qualifications to take it on his shoulders.What could be more painful than this?

Snape's eyes became complicated and deep, and he looked at Harry, looking as if he wanted to say something.

But Harry spoke before him: