[SSHP] End of life

Harry will always remember the winter of 1997.

He remembered waking up and seeing the sky through the bright glass windows of the hospital wing.The winter sky is high and far away, a quiet, clear, sad gray-blue.Then his memory flashed back to the night before.He squinted in the dark, hearing Voldemort's loud laugh, Hagrid's blowing his nose loudly like a trumpet, and the furious roar of the man engraved in his soul.At that moment, his voice had almost the same quality as Bellatrix's, and Harry couldn't forget that quality.Desperate, violent, sad, like a wounded wolf who has lost everything.

Harry remembered the fall of 1997 as it rained non-stop.The rain cut off the whole world, only leaving him and the man he loved in the small thatched hut in the werewolf village.He remembered that their journey was always accompanied by snow. He once kissed and made|loved with his man in the hotel blocked by heavy snow. night.And then he accepted him, his awkwardness and thoughtfulness equaled his tenderness, and he thought he'd wait for him to wake up and they'd have a lifetime to spend together, feeling each other slowly.

But his man was gone, lost in the snow after the great war, with all his wishes and future.When he really woke up, it was already sunny spring.

Those days have been so muddled that Harry can't remember clearly.Hermione said that he huddled with his knees at the main entrance of Hogwarts, waiting for a week without sleep, and no matter who talked to him, he would only repeat, very calmly, don't worry about me.A week later, he locked himself in Snape's cellar.He made the password so complicated that no one could open it, and people only knew that he was still alive from the house elf who brought him food.

Harry vaguely remembered the next thing, curled up in Snape's bedroom with pillows and quilts for a month, dazed and muttering in every corner of his office, and Drank all the wine in the cellar.Later, Hermione and Ron couldn't bear it anymore, and at the behest of Dumbledore, they tried to get the house elf to lead them to apparate into the potion office, open the door from the inside, and dragged him out.

Harry remembered that it was 1998, the last holiday of Easter.His friends dragged him down the main steps of the castle and threw him on the lawn outside.After being exposed to the fresh air outside, he was almost suffocated by the smell of his body. Ginny rushed over and slapped him several times.It was like a dream, waking up after a long, sad but warm dream, Harry was surprised to find that the snow had already melted away, and the dry grass had turned into a fluffy green.The outside world is too vast, the long-lost sunshine is too dazzling, no one circles him a safe space, no one can let his most defenseless back rely on.He curled up and lay on his side on the lawn, covering his face with his hands.His eye sockets, which had been dry for several months, were aching from the heat, and tears dripped from between his fingers onto the green grass where men's footprints might have been left.

Everything about that man is an engraving that never fades away, and the deep voice still seems to echo in his ears.

— Potter, don't try to rely on anyone.

—Don't cry, Potter.

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The Quibbler: September 1998 Issue

Reported by Quibbler reporter Xenophilius Lovegood

Reporting by Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter

I believe everyone remembers that on the night of Christmas Eve in 1997, Voldemort (yes, no longer an unspoken name) ushered in his final demise.At the end of May of this year, the Death Eaters officially began their trials.

The trial required the attendance of all the wizards of the Wizengamot, including Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who had been confirmed dead two years earlier.He has resumed his position as Chief Sorcerer.

Severus Snape was not present at the trial.After many witnesses (more than 50, including portraits) submitted their testimony, all the magicians of the third trial passed with a raised hand, were acquitted, and were awarded the Merlin First Class Medal.The savior, the hero in the prophecy that finally killed Voldemort, Harry Potter attended the trial wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt, smiling ambiguously at everyone who cast him admiring or admiring glances.Does this mean that he will have a closer relationship with them, or even one or several of them?Let's wait and see (Here, our reporter Xenophilius Lovegood solemnly stated that many members of the Order of the Phoenix who were closely associated with Mr. Porter expressed great anger at the speculation here. Their reactions implied Pointing out that Mr. Porter is committed and loyal. A young female member pointed at Miss Rita Skeeter for nonsense).

Saviour Potter is blatantly wearing Muggle attire, which, we assume, shows his attitude.

Mr. Porter was silent about all the speculations in the papers.In mid-August of this year, the trial of the Death Eaters was fully concluded.Some of them will be sentenced to death this month, while others will be imprisoned in Azkaban wizard prison.Now that all the dementors have been wiped out, we sincerely hope that Azkaban will be as inescapable as before.

It is worth noting that Mr. Porter has not been seen by any one since the trial.With his disappearance, rumors of a savior intensified.No one knows where Mr. Potter went, having turned down an invitation to the Quidditch team and the Auror job he was rumored to have been dreaming of (he was said to have tried to physically bribe his professor for his poor Potions grades ) (yuck), as if evaporated from the world out of thin air.However, according to reliable sources, in the evenings of the last few days, someone found a young wizard who looked like Mr. Potter carrying a suitcase, smiling and saying goodbye to the people inside at the gate of No. 12 Grimmauld Place (“The moment he left was like It's the beginning, and he's about to set off to chase another life." The witch who gave the news said with a dreamy smile. Potion? Imperius Curse? Or simply insanity? There is no doubt that her expression made Her news has become extremely unreliable).

But the savior Harry Potter will not fade from the sight of history.From September 1998, 9, every new student will notice the statue erected at the main entrance of Hogwarts.The statue is of a boy and a man side by side holding wands and pointing forward - Harry Potter and Severus Snape, no doubt.It is said that their secret mission in 1 was the key to winning the war (doubtful).The base of the statue faithfully records the important events and time points of Voldemort's two rises, the contributions made by all the bright wizards who participated in the war, and the list.Despite being as brief as possible, it scrolls for at least 1997 minutes before stopping.

There are still some people in the Ministry who hate the statue, and there are always newspapers who regularly try to make something of it (with all the respects to Miss Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet).But according to Hermione Granger, who went to North America to further her studies, most wizards there respect the two figures on the statue.

So what is the relationship between the newborn hero Harry Potter and the former Death Eater and Hogwarts former Potions professor Severus Snape, who is still full of praise and reputation?We didn't get a clear answer.Ron Weasley, Ministry of Magic clerk, and Neville Longbottom, assistant teacher of herbalism, seem to represent a part of the sentiment - friendly, well, maybe more than friendly.Mr. Weasley's famous red hair became scarcer when he joined the Ministry of Magic for less than three months, and it is difficult to know whether his mental state reflected in his intelligence can make him make accurate judgments.Especially his younger sister, Ginny Weasley, who has inherited the Weasley family's keen sense of every celebrity and money, is getting close to the ex-Death Eater Mr. Draco Malfoy who escaped trial Exit (said an unnamed wizard, get the hell out of you cow).

How do British wizards view the two and their friendly relationship?To do this, we interviewed more than a hundred wizards.Most people would laugh and nod at the mention of Mr. Potter, and look disbelieving and terrified at the mention of Mr. Snape, despite their strenuous denials.But unexpectedly, everyone's reaction was positive. Their expressions were basically two points. They were glad that their friend Harry Potter survived, and at the same time, they were surprised that he was able to share most of his childhood with him. The potions masters of the shadows (according to more than [-] Hogwarts current and graduate students) coexist peacefully.Remarkably, nearly everyone who met Mr. Porter gave us the same feedback: smiles and blessings (“If it’s their choice, be happy. Hope they’re safe, if only somewhere in the world.” A corner." The above statement comes from all the interviewees. Among them, Mr. Sirius Black looks complicated, but he holds the same point of view, and stated that he has not received any threats from anyone).

At the end of the press, by majority request, to the saviors, war heroes Harry Potter and Severus Snape.

"The Quidditch team desperately needs a Seeker (voiced by Oliver Wood), the Ministry of Magic desperately needs Aurors (voiced by Nymphadora Lupine), Hogwarts desperately needs a headmaster and professor (professor emeritus Albus Dumbledore) Lido, Deputy Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor Minerva McGonagall, and current Head of Slytherin Horace Slughorn). If you can come back, there will be more Life is waiting for you. Want stability? Or challenges? We promise it will happen."

You actually wrote that?This way of writing will make you lose half your readers, you ass licking old fool

Nooooo stop you woman!I will not put your insults on me on board!This is a magic publication oh oh oh

All petrified!

Note to all readers: I have made no attempt to change anything in this story.The above slurs are all from Xenophilius Lovegood.Press Rita Skeeter.

The author has something to say: The report refers to Pottermore's report on the Quidditch World Cup by Rita Skeeter.

It's been so cold recently.end tomorrow~

☆, the end. arrived

In 2001, early summer, dusk.

Crowds scattered in the streets.The sun that has not completely sunk is no longer bright, announcing the end of another day's work.

They walked, their steps were heavy or light.Some of them were carrying briefcases, while others were carrying schoolbags, dancing to the music of headphones.The car drove slowly beside them.

Bikes and skateboards skirted the crowds, and buses pulled over.Some shops on the street are about to close, and some shops turn on their lights.Some people walked into bars and restaurants in groups, shouting, while others stood at the bar with squinted eyes and gulped down a glass of single-serve espresso, pushed the glass over and turned to leave, their faces still sluggish.The air is filled with warmth and the aroma of bread and coffee.

A young man was walking down the street with a small suitcase in his hands.His speed and leisure are incompatible with the crowd, but if you look closely at him, you will find that his expression is actually extremely urgent.The breeze blew up his unruly black hair, revealing a less obvious lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.There was a terrible old scar on his right cheek, but this hideous scar did not detract from his very clear appearance. ——That’s right, Mingming.The appearance of this young man cannot be described by any adjectives or colors related to appearance.

At the corner at the end of the long street, in an unremarkable shop, a black-haired man in a black long-sleeved shirt was standing behind the counter, dealing with a girl in overalls.The girl is carrying an old bag across her shoulders. What is more striking is the huge drawing board behind her. There are some inconspicuous paint marks on the side of her waist.She has bright green eyes and flaxen curly hair that falls loosely in front of her.

"I already said his name," said the man.His shirt cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, revealing pale smooth skin.After a while, he pushed her a cup of coffee and said impatiently: "Take your coffee, and now you can get away from me, Miss Sydney." His eyes were calm and gentle.

A small wooden board hanging on the door was blown by the wind and knocked lightly on the glass.It said "opening" in very beautiful cursive script.There are several peppermint plants in the rectangular flower pots nailed with wooden strips under the window, and they are growing very healthy.

The young man raised his hand and gently touched the door frame. His eyes were a little timid, but more joyful.He pushed open the door.

Eyes meet.As expected, the man behind the counter did not waver in the slightest.Those onyx-like black eyes were as deep as the sea under the night sky, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, twisting into a familiar smirk.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter," he said dryly.

Harry's eyes fell on the girl in the overalls, and he smiled at her politely and nonchalantly.The girl smiled back, put down the drawing board behind her, and moved between the bookshelves with the coffee.Harry watched her move until he lost sight of her.

"Hey, get me a cup of coffee," he said, tapping a finger on the wooden counter.

"Get out of my place if you want coffee." The older man said coldly. "If you move fast, there are many cafes that are still open on this street. If you slow down, then you will have to go to the bar." Get something else to drink. I think it's better than begging for a drink from me."

"In fact, I want to beg you for more." Harry stretched out his hand, and under Snape's stare, that hand reluctantly fell on the table, a book spread out in front of Snape Circles are drawn on it.He smiled suggestively at Snape.

After a moment, Snape spoke. "If I get you a cup of coffee, would you be kind enough to move on to your next destination, Mr. Potter?"

"I can." Affirmative answer.

Snape stared at him.Immediately, he took out a lighter from the counter drawer and lit the alcohol lamp.While the aroma of coffee permeated the entire small bookstore, no one spoke.Snape filled a paper cup with coffee and pushed it in front of Harry.

"Get out now, Mr. Potter."

Harry picked up his coffee and took a step forward, now he was pressed against the counter. "This is my next destination, Severus. I left; here I am again."

Snape's eyes widened.He looked as if he was about to jump out from behind the counter and break the young man's nose with a punch.But his eyes finally fell on the ghastly scar on Harry's right cheek, which must have been bone deep at the time.His lips quivered visibly.

"To your destination two thousand miles from me, Potter!" he growled, slamming the drawer shut.The drawer slid to the bottom and hit it with a loud bang, shaking the counter so that it seemed to shake a few times.

"If your heart is still two thousand miles away from mine." The young man said with a smile.Despite this treatment, he seemed patient enough.

"It's an insurmountable distance from you. Haven't you figured it out—Dumbledore is always lying to you."

"He didn't lie to me. Except for the Resurrection Stone - I got really mad at him about that," said Harry, leaning on the counter, coffee in hand, looking out the window at the sky. , "But he was only there to win. He didn't tell me everything because the stone only works if you're willing to die."

"He knew you would die willingly," Snape said.His voice was more bitter than he seemed to be trying to make.Seemingly noticing this suddenly, he patted the book spread out in front of him with a big movement.

"No!" Harry quickly denied, "At the time, I didn't know if I wanted to. I kept thinking, what would happen to you if I died? After everything we've been through? I Can't leave you behind, I'm ruining your life. Luckily the rock did what it was supposed to do." He said, brushing back his hair a little distractedly, clearly mentioning that the incident made him Getting very uncomfortable, "Maybe it judged me to be more selfless? I guess what I was really thinking at the time was trying to make your life better for the rest of your life. Even without me by your side - no doubt it would have to be a Voldemort-less world. Maybe I don't realize it myself, but the stone knows it."

"That stone's judgment was too correct." Snape commented with a smirk. "You can see how peaceful I am after you stopped harassing me. This is what you want after the war."

"But I don't think so," said Harry, looking Snape directly in the eye.After a short silence, he smiled.

"Severus, you are avoiding my sight. You used to avoid them because you didn't want to see my mother's eyes. But after you died once, your feeling for my mother disappeared. Now you are Why don't you dare to look at me?"

"I didn't dare to look at you, Mr. Potter."

"You said my name. For the first time in three years, you called me by my name. So Deluminator brought me here. Deluminator doesn't just make a connection. It shows that you still care about me, and I Want you too."

Snape looked at him blankly.

"I'm too old." After a while, he looked away, "You should be with someone young and lively."

"Do you remember that heating spell I used on the road? How many years did it take from my life? Maybe 20 years?" Harry smiled. "My love for you is not based on age, it is a revelation of the soul." .There is a deeper connection in us that will bring us together one day. You can’t deny it and you can’t escape it.”

"It's your obsession again, Mr. Potter!" Snape said angrily, his face paled visibly, "You always want what you can't get, and the more you can't get it, the more you want it." Yes. Why can't you bring yourself to see that the link is fake? Go grab your next loot!"

All with books, sneaking peeks at the counters.They saw the shopkeeper backing away, and the young man yelling at him.This rare good show didn't last too long, less than 3 minutes, the shopkeeper suddenly pushed the young man away, and for the first time there was a blush on his pale face. "It's closed today!" he snarled, turning his head to everyone. "Get out immediately! — Potter, get to the other side of the door!"

The young man held his coffee and stood obediently on the other side of the door.He smiled coldly and angry at all curious or regretful guests who passed in front of him.

Five minutes later, Snape walked out of the bookstore, closed the door and locked it.Harry followed him.The two walked through the crowd silently, one in front of the other. After 5 minutes, they turned into a community.Flowers and trees creaked on both sides of the road, and Harry reached out to grab Snape's wrist, and he seemed to regain his sanity at last.

"I thought we could really start after the war. I wanted to go to you that day, but someone told me that we don't have to rush for a while, because we have a lifetime. I rest assured, heal, and look forward to the second with great joy." I opened my eyes and saw you sitting on the head of my bed. I was finally able to really let go of everything and be with you. But you wouldn't even wait for me to wake up. It was just a battle, Severus. What are you worrying about? what?"

"I have no qualms," said Snape stiffly, shaking Harry's hand away. "You think I really want to be with you? That's just humane, Potter. Nobody can say no to a dying man." Please. Since you survived, all temporary comforts will be void."

Harry watched him silently for a moment.Then there was gentleness on his face again, this kind of gentleness was close to connivance or coaxing.Snape was annoyed that Harry seemed to be dealing with a child who was tantrums and duplicity.

This old boy, today's tall and straight young man seems to be pondering his words.Then he spoke slowly.

"Severus, don't think too much, it's not that bad. It's not a sin to love me, and the sky won't fall with me. I love you, and I always knew you loved me too. I just don't want to Be your burden—don't let your own happiness be your burden, Severus. It's not a sin to be happy, and you shouldn't be guilty of wanting it. Be kind to yourself, because you have a right to it all. deserve."

The smirk on Snape's face disappeared.He took a step back and turned his head sharply, as if he was about to drop Harry again and turn away.But Harry grabbed his arm and the boy, who had grown into a man, wrenched his body, then his face.

"And I think that I, the savior of English wizardry," he said slowly, almost imploringly, "deserve the best, after being unfortunate for so long and searching for so long."

Harry looked into those bottomless black eyes and was surprised to see Snape's look of shock and pain.But the older man quickly cast all his emotions into one deep gaze.The stare was brief, within three seconds, Snape shook off Harry's hand, turned and strode away.

"Don't follow me," he said.

"Severus, there is no barrier between us now. We love each other, and when it's over, we should have made up for all the lost time. Why did you have to create barriers between us? ' Harry whispered.

He obediently did not follow.But there was a strong sadness in his tone, which penetrated almost everything.Before Snape knew it, he had stopped involuntarily.

With his back turned to Harry, he sighed silently.He knew the tremor in Harry's voice wasn't fake, and that was why he couldn't help his soft heart.

He'd always be soft on the little green-eyed bastard.Even though he sometimes feels like it's not the right thing to do, even though he always wants to do the right thing. --No.He can be wrong, he can be immoral, he can even give up everything, give up on himself.As long as Harry can live well.

"If you didn't love me, I'd walk away, but you love me." The love-mouthed bastard paused for a while, then resumed his speech full of subjective speculation. Three years later, his IQ seems to be lower. The slightest improvement, all the sentences that come out of his mouth are still hatefully sincere, "You are the person who knows me best. Then you must know that if you refuse, I will always follow you, you can refuse countless times, and I will also ask You bring it up countless times until you accept it. You will eventually accept it. But why do we needlessly waste this time? Life is hard enough, painful enough, I thought we were all done. Stop letting it go I'm unhappy, Severus, please, don't make me unhappy."

Snape was silent for a moment.A middle-aged man walked past them, and walked around the corner of the white low wall, leaving a silence.Harry lowered his head, trying to suppress his emotions.He found a few small grasses at the foot of the wall, slender and straight.

After a gust of wind, Snape spoke slowly in a voice that was softer than a whisper. "I thought that if I left you back then, you could bring your own life back on track." He took a light breath and didn't say any more.

The young man's voice finally brought grievance and crying. "What's the right track? Marrying a woman and having kids instead of being with a man 20 years older than me? But that's not what I want! I'll spend my life thinking about you! Severus, I just I want you, I definitely want you, but why do you always refuse to want me?"

Snape didn't look back.He was very familiar with Harry's desperate expression as he matched that tone.Today, three years later, every expression of Harry can clearly emerge in front of his eyes without even deliberately recalling it, like a dream every night in these three years.At this time, rather than desperately conveying, Harry's tone is more grievance: "I don't care what others say, and I don't think about the difficulties we will face in the future. As long as we love each other, we can always overcome it. I love you , I want to be with you. You brought me to this point in time to start my life anew. You pulled me out of another death. The war is won, and now all responsibility is gone from me. I I came here for you, I am here because of you, I love you, and I will use the rest of my life to prove to you my feelings for you!"

There was another unbearable silence.Snape remained motionless as if petrified.When Harry decided to go forward and hug Snape from behind, the man in front of him turned slowly.The man's eyes were a little red, and he opened his lips slightly, but he couldn't say a single word.Time passed very slowly for a split second when Harry noticed his deep gaze.At that moment, Harry almost thought he saw eternity.

He finally found himself in that focused gaze, walked over, tentatively grabbed Snape's shirt, and buried his face in the crook of his neck.Snape didn't dodge, and after a few seconds, he hesitated and raised his hand to embrace Harry.

"Severus!" Harry let out a low cry, tears welling up at that moment.He could feel Snape's arms trembling, but soon the hands became firmer, until the hug was so tight that his bones ached.

Snape took a step back, leaning against the wall.Harry was already only half a head shorter than him, and his breath was right next to Harry's ears.He ran his hands through Harry's hair, resting Harry's head on his shoulders.Harry hugged him back tighter until the crying stopped.

"Crying is not a good habit," Snape said dryly.At the same time, his hand stroked the back of Harry's head lightly.His lips touched his ears.

"I've only cried in front of you," said Harry, sobbing.Snape's hand made him feel good.At this moment, he finally felt that the soul that had been pulled all along was complete again.

Snape snorted disapprovingly.

"I love you, Severus." Harry said, "Really." He always felt that the most terrifying thing before was that people who love each other are forever separated, but when he knew that Snape had left him, he realized that The pain of not being able to see each other is the same, they are not separated from life or death.When he left 12 Grimmauld Place, he had vowed to himself that if he didn't see Snape, he would keep looking until he was found - even if it took the rest of his life.

He will never accept that he can only know that his lover lives alone somewhere in the world.Even if he is doing well.

He thought Snape would ignore his confession again.But this time Snape didn't sneer or retort.The hand stroking his hair paused for a moment, and after a while, Snape kissed his ear, then continued to stroke his hair like a cat.Harry couldn't help sobbing again, and found himself laughing at the same time.He couldn't control his smile.

"Severus, they're actually looking for you too, wanting you to be headmaster. Professor McGonagall is still only willing to act in place." Harry whispered in his warm embrace, "but I remember the one we discussed before." Question, you agree with me."

"Ghosts and portraits," Snape murmured, his lips against Harry's hair.The person in his arms rubbed contentedly because he still remembered their discussion, or because of the tacit understanding between the two. "We can run away," said Snape, curling his lips in satisfaction at Harry's stunned look. "We can travel, we can live in every country in the world for a while. When we find someone who wants to stay forever In other places, the candidate for the new principal has probably been determined. As far as I know, the position of principal cannot be changed for decades.”

"Or you can become a principal, and then hand over the principal position to me after 20 years. In fact, I am quite looking forward to it." Harry suggested, "That way our portraits can be together. If you When you are together, I am not afraid, and even expect to exist forever...Of course, we can only exist until Hogwarts collapses."

"That depends on whether they can catch us." Unexpectedly, Snape thought for a moment, but did not refuse, "Maybe we have to leave a reminder for them?"

The breeze stirred the black hair on Snape's cheeks, tickling Harry a little.He raised his head in surprise, the setting sun reflected on the snow-white low wall, dyed everything a clear and warm orange, and his man was hugging him and leaning on it.The man narrowed his quiet black eyes, and there were small orange spots in them because he was looking at his lover, which softened along with the lines of his face, his black coat and black shirt.

Now is the time for office workers to go home.Everyone is enjoying the warmth of the family, and there is no one in the community.The dim sunlight and deserted streets reminded Harry of that distant afternoon when the Dursleys drove away from the house, except that instead of going on a dark and doomed sad journey, this time, he will own the whole world.Harry closed his eyes and leaned closer to feel the real warmth with his cheeks and lips.

"Then I'm afraid we'll have to start planning what to put in the portrait from now on. Of course I'll have to ask for a four-poster bed, fuck his image. And save you room, I guess you can't Missing your vial and cauldron. My bed is enough, isn't that right?"

"Of course. If that's what you want."

As the two walked side by side to Snape's apartment, Harry suddenly remembered a book he had read before leaving to say goodbye to Dumbledore.At that time, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were sitting in the sun in the yard of their new home in Godric's Hollow, smiling and drinking a cup of honey lemon black tea.The wind lifted the pages of the book, and Harry happened to see a sentence written on the title page of the book: There must be a person who loves you as much as his life.He recognized it as Dumbledore's handwriting.He turned his gaze to Dumbledore, and the great wizard smiled meaningfully at him. The wind also gently blew his snow-white hair and beard, and a strand of it fell on the back of Grindelwald's hand on the armrest of the chair.

What Professor Dumbledore said was true.Love is the most powerful magic in the world. It is because of its beauty and passion that it shakes the soul so much.When he greeted life with hope, Merlin told him everything would be taken back soon.When he was desperate but finally decided to fight bravely for love, Merlin gave him everything back and gave him more at the same time.

He grabbed Snape's hand, twisting his still long, pale fingers.The man's palm was dry and warm.For the first time in more than 20 years, he felt completely hopeful and fulfilled from the bottom of his heart.

he smiles.Snape didn't look back, his fingers slowly clasped back and interlocked.

The author has something to say: Well, it's over.Xiaoha pressed SS step by step to retreat and retreat, feeling that he has become mentally strong or reversed CP, no matter what, laugh.Here Xiaoha is still going forward bravely, SS is still shrinking, but I think it is a change for him to turn around on his own initiative.If the world of each article will really exist, from now on, I hope that he can start with this turn around, and slowly learn to be brave, take what he wants, take the initiative to fight for it, and don’t always So many concerns.The SS in this article is inexplicably similar to Lupine. She always feels that she is not the best, but in fact being with him is not as bad as he imagined.At this time, it is better to be selfish, no one is perfect, what you want is the best and most suitable.If you like Xiaoha, just accept the fact that you want Xiaoha, even if you feel that you are not good enough now, you can change to make Xiaoha happy.right.I really want to give a thumbs up to the tolerant Xiaoha.

It's over, the routine BB.Although I have said a lot before, lol.Many people who write articles are of the sensitive type, and I am also this type, so BB or something is normal, um, that's it.Spread your hands and laugh.This post is too long, and I originally wanted to single it out, but after thinking about it, it's too troublesome.laugh.

Well, in short, as I said in the preface, the first reason for writing this article is to promise, the second is because of nostalgia, and the third is for fulfillment. The original work is really heartbreaking.It has been almost three months since I started the article, and there are many shortcomings. The writing style fluctuates from time to time, and the characters are sometimes OOC. Some stalks may not be developed well enough, and the emotions may not be in place.But it's finally over.I'm actually not very satisfied, but my dissatisfaction is aimed at my writing ability, and it doesn't affect my liking for this article. After finishing writing, the stalks I want to use are almost used, and I am almost complete.I don’t know if you who have followed me all the way until now feel fulfilled, laugh.

When writing an article, wherever I write, the corresponding part of the original work will always be kept at hand.Especially in the part of the first volume, I took many plots and even the original words from the original book, with time shifted or not at all.The second volume is more self-explanatory. When you read it, the first volume may be more familiar, laughing.I have a very happy stalk that I didn’t mention in the speech. In the original work, when Lao Deng told SS Xiaoha that he must die, he said something that has always stuck with me, “Don’t be so surprised, Severus , how many deaths have you witnessed?" Then SS replied to him saying "Lately, only those I can't help".I will never forget these two sentences.So I asked Xiaoha and SS in this article to return these two sentences to them respectively.I don't know if you have noticed. SS returned Lao Deng purely because I personally wanted a little revenge, and Xiaoha returned SS's words to SS because he grew up.As I have always emphasized, arc + arc = circle, the radius must be the same.People who have also experienced cruelty can understand and support each other.I think that kind of warmth is better than silly white sweet, all the peace and stability are not floating on the surface, but can go straight to the heart.

I have also said a lot about the character setting of Xiaoha and SS.The change is for better projection, maybe you will shoot more Xiaoha?I tend to cast SS a lot, lol. The phantom limbs I often get excited when I see beauties and handsome guys determine that I am probably an attacker... But the SS is not because he is an attacker, but because my personality is a bit like the modified version of SS .However, since my ability is far worse than his, incompetence + distorted personality is basically a lonely life, laughing, projecting him at least can be regarded as a thought.Coupled with the experience of the original SS, half of the character of the modified SS comes from this.The other half is because AR playing jerk is really jerk, aggressive.Be gentle, my uncle said that no one can be more gentle than him, laughing.Based on the above points, SS's personality is divided into three points, one half is negative, one third is jerk, and one third is very gentle.I’ve said many times about Xiaoha’s character setting, with great love in his heart