[SSHP] End of life

Parts are no longer separated, but a whole space.This space occupies about a quarter of the warehouse, displaying a group of paintings as a whole, with a sign standing next to it.Joanna drank the last sip of coffee and looked down at the sign, which told her that the title of the group of paintings was "Those Loves."

Joanna roughly determined the position and order, and continued to watch slowly.The scene of the first painting is the foyer of a restaurant.A white man stands looking up at a young woman with a visibly darker complexion at the railing on the second floor.Their age difference is impressive, but the tacit understanding when they look at each other and smile offsets the age difference.People of all skin colors around were laughing and applauding.The scene in the second painting is like a boarding gate. A little boy who is only eleven or twelve years old from the back is struggling to jump over the last railing. There are two policemen running in the corridor behind him.The family who were about to walk into the boarding gate had already stopped and turned around. Obviously, the little boy who couldn't see his face called out the name of one of the members.A fashionable girl in the family who seems to be about the same age as the little boy has completely turned around and given Joanna a positive face.There was slight surprise written on that face, but the brown eyes were shining with a smile.

The third painting is the back view of a group of people—it took Joanna a lot of effort to realize that the scene was the entrance of a not-so-large house, and they were facing the outside.Several men and women turned sideways, covering their mouths in surprise.In front of them, a man in a white shirt was talking with a smile on his face. Through the gap, they could find a black car parked outside with the door open.

Joanna rubbed her eyes, recovering from more than 20 paintings.She found Vivienne standing in front of a painting, and almost everyone gathered there.That painting was the largest in the group and was clearly the centerpiece of the exhibition.It was hung alone on a protruding wall, and a small wooden sign was hung below it. A row of words written in cursive script was obviously the name of the painting.

Contrary to Joanna's first impression that girls love to name anything, she realized that along the way, except for this one painting, none of the other paintings had their own names.She walked over to see that the painting was called "The Most Perfect Appearance of Love".

The moment Joanna raised her head, it seemed that all the surrounding sounds were lowered—maybe the viewers were already shocked, so that they couldn't make any sound beyond a fixed decibel.The style of this painting is completely realistic. The scene it depicts is the entrance of a bookstore, and the wooden sign with the same style as the small sign with the name of the painting on the glass of the wooden door shows the opening.A black-haired man and a young man with messy black hair were sitting at the door. The young man held a cup of coffee in both hands, and his head rested comfortably on the knee of the man sitting on the chair.The leaning elderly man is holding a book in one hand and turning pages with the other.No doubt he'd run his long pale fingers over the young man's messy head after turning the page, but Joanna could guarantee that neither of them would speak in the process.The sun fell evenly on them, and on the few peppermint plants behind them.

Joanna couldn't describe how she felt.Those are two completely different individuals, but they are strangely and perfectly integrated.It's like two people walking their own paths independently, but the paths overlap.She stared at the faces of the two of them, without the ecstasy of being in love, and without consuming each other during the running-in period.Two individuals with such personalities together, it's almost impossible not to - but they did.She realized that this was a kind of peace that she had never seen and could never imagine. It was completely different from many old couples who had walked hand in hand for a lifetime, but it was indeed a similar peace and tacit understanding.They support each other invisibly at a certain point, yet their fit doesn't really stem from that support.There are so many things contained in this simple painting, she took a deep breath, and realized that not only her, but all the people around her were unconsciously suppressing their breathing, or after they also came to their senses, they gave a long sigh full of amazement. Exhale and talk in a low voice.

It took her a long time to get rid of the pressure and attraction of the painting, and suddenly found two inexplicably not prominent voices in a sound that could still be called white noise.

"You're shy, Severus."

"Shut up, Potter."

Joanna turned her head secretly, but found nothing unusual. She didn't even know who the voices she noticed just now came from.People are still looking at the painting seriously or smilingly, and a young man with short red hair stands out in the crowd.Joanna thought that in this short month, she had seen green eyes twice.Didn't it mean that green eyes are very rare, and people with green eyes add up to less than 1% of the world's total population?

When going out, Joanna found that it was raining heavily.The girl who opened the art exhibition was handing a bright yellow straight umbrella to a young man who obviously didn't have an umbrella. The young man's cheeks were flushed, and he strayed here because he was obviously eager to avoid the rain. He was grateful for her kindness, but Guilty for not having time to watch the art exhibition.The girl smiled and shook her head, Joanna found something deeper in her eyes.They may be wind and frost, or they may be just simple experience.These things are hidden under the innocence, and they are well integrated with the innocence - those are a pair of kind and tolerant eyes.Obviously, they have seen more, but in the end they choose to believe.

"Thank you." She said sincerely to the girl.For a touch of color on a rainy day, for the coffee to warm her hands in the cold weather, for that painting, for more things she has never seen or thought of.She couldn't express it, it would be a tirade without words.Vivienne was uncommonly silent, without the earphones that she almost never took off her ears.She stared at the young girl and thanked her sincerely.

The girl looked at them, and seemed to understand everything they hadn't said in a very short time.She smiled peacefully with a little shyness, touched her nose with one hand, put it down again, and gently shook the huge old drawing board still standing on the ground.

"May you go forth without fear," she said.

Joanna and Vivienne walked into the rain and opened their umbrellas, only to find that the bright yellow umbrella had disappeared into the crowd.Vivienne's earphones were hanging around her neck, she suddenly said: "The professor is right, I may really need to change my style occasionally."

"I quite like those abstract paintings." Joanna replied with a smile.

"I just try to write realistically sometimes...but I will never give up on my goal." Vivian also said with a smile, her tone was very serious, and her short shoulder-length hair dyed blue danced with her steps, " Until I show every mental illness, every different person, every kind of suffering. They need help."

"Of course." Joanna smiled, "I'm beginning to agree with you. Humans are a very tough and complex species. Maybe some of them are quite likable. But I will still give priority to drawing every beautiful tree I have ever seen. tree."

They turned their heads tacitly and looked at the warehouse that was far away.Its entrance is hidden in a brick wall of the same style, which is inconspicuous at all.It rained harder.

"Go back," Vivian said, "I need a cup of tea urgently."

Joanna rolled up her shirt: "I saw a bus."

"Run!"

Their laughter traveled through the rain curtain and gradually moved away.

The author has something to say: Tribute to "Sweeney Todd", "Snowcake", "Love Actually" and AR.There's also the Hannibal series and The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.laugh.It's winter, become a warrior of love.

Originally, I wanted to put the side stories in chronological order, but later I decided to put this first.Put this first because it follows right at the end.I don't know if you have noticed the few minutes off-camera in the epilogue hahaha.

The poem read by AR is super nice and can be repeated endlessly, hahaha.

☆, Extra Story [-]. The Beginning of the End

Snape felt his own body, and felt a chill at the same time.He is very familiar with this special cold feeling, the dementor has just dispersed from a place not far from him.The surrounding area was so quiet that it might be because the dementors brought by the Dark Lord had defeated Saint Potter, and Hogwarts had become a dead place; Zkaban.

Snape closed his eyes, feeling himself breathing.He smells, he can feel the breeze blowing.The wind supported the branches and leaves of the trees to shake slightly, making a soft rustling sound.The lawn under him is neither soft nor hard - the smell of green grass is still easy to recognize.But no bloody smell.

Nagini has strong teeth.The venom not only contains substances that make wounds impossible to heal, but also causes excruciating pain.As the blood left his body, the pain gradually intensified, but now he didn't feel the pain from the wound on his neck, but instead felt a terrible headache.

He opened his eyes.Not surprisingly, there was a dark blue night sky in front of me.He looked at the huge moon and reached out to touch his neck.No wounds.

Why the hell was Severus Snape, already dead in the Shrieking Shack, lying in the clearing between the Whomping Willow and the castle?After all the memories had been handed over to Potter for bottling—but none of that mattered anymore.It's too quiet around here.It may be that both sides have died together, and one of them may have won the war and ended their revelry.In any case, it was useless for him to get up now.

Snape lay motionless on the ground.The willow swayed slowly above him due to the night wind, and he was thinking aimlessly about his own death.In the past 17 years, he has missed the green that can no longer be reproduced, and he can't even look at Potter for more than a minute, just because Potter has the same eyes as Lily - how ridiculous, Sev Les Snape also had something to fear.He remembered trying to find Lily one last time in Potter's eyes, but he couldn't.Little Potter didn't have him in his pupils, and to his surprise, he found that this fact didn't bother him as much as he had imagined—probably at the last moment, he finally discovered that the two sets of eyes were completely different.Little Potter did have a part of Lily, but he was still a Potter.And—those eyes told him that the savior of this place was probably insane.

Snape stared at the full moon.How many years ago was the last time he was so leisurely, even he himself can't remember.For years, he had given himself no time, and Dumbledore had given him no time.Even if the old man is dead.

Dumbledore is obviously not the most competent headmaster, but he is undoubtedly one of the most brilliant headmasters - how many headmasters can defeat the Dark Lord twice in their lifetime?The portrait was placed behind the chair in the headmaster's office, and every day, when Snape walked into the headmaster's office, the dead and restless old man watched him silently.Snape was sure, he saw his difficulty, he saw his weariness, he knew it all, but he never spoke.And so was he himself.He never had a single non-war-related exchange with Dumbledore, despite the exhaustion of the last few months, often to the point of falling asleep in an armchair without knowing it.

He couldn't speak.To speak would be to tell the old man how much he meant to him—and he'd said enough bloody shit before.He reluctantly cared about the old man, tried to save him, and resisted helplessly when he asked him to kill him, he expressed even more emotion than he could express, but the old man just felt guilty and firmly told him he had to do it .And he never said those words again.Exposing one's own weakness, screaming and shouting like a little boy, just in exchange for another apology from Dumbledore or those seemingly worthless trusts, that's really not worth the candle.

Snape exhaled softly.At this time, he was quiet for a long time, and he couldn't even recall how he spent the past year.Waiting for the opportunity every day to give Potter who doesn't know where to go; trying to suppress the Carroll brothers and sisters; barely surviving every wrath or rage of the Dark Lord, or dealing with the endless stream of brainless students. Endless little incidents.Gryffindors never knew how to recharge their batteries when they were not strong enough to fight the Death Eaters.Compared to them, Potter was more qualified to be provocative. After all, few people could learn so much from such a poor Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.It's just that this nasty boy is too arrogant, too reckless, too impulsive, and too unprogressive. If this fool seriously does what every teacher asks at school, and if he makes good use of the Hogwarts library, he will Should have learned more, at least enough to stop worrying about whether he and his two friends would die in some valley in exile, before the final battle with the Dark Lord.

No.The boy never gave him peace of mind.Perhaps Dumbledore never thought his golden boy would be so fragile.In the Forest of Dean, the boy's hair was a mess and his eyes, once bright, were dim.He had foreseen Potter's possible state when he decided to look for Potter, but he didn't realize that Potter's state was much worse than the worst state he could imagine until he actually saw Potter.It's not resentment, it's not despair, it's even better to surrender -- it's the sorrow of the uttermost, the utterly exhausted.

Snape closed his eyes, then opened them again.He felt that he had to go and see the status quo.He sat up, and unexpectedly found a dirty sneaker in his field of vision, and there was someone beside him.

He turned his head left and right to see Weasley, Granger and Potter, staggering around him.But there was no breathing.Judging from their faces, their age seemed to have gone back several years. He didn't even remember that these two troublemakers, who were not inferior to Potter, had ever looked so immature.But they are dead.Needless to say the cause of death, the face is distorted, pale and blue, except for dementors, any poison|poisons and spells cannot cause this effect.Neither can Cruciatus plus Avada Kedavra.

Snape frowned and stared at them for two seconds, then stood up to check on Potter, who was farther away from him.He had been in too much haste in the Great Hall to really notice what Weasley and Granger were wearing, but Potter's clothes were certainly not the ill-fitting shirt and trousers he was wearing.He walked over and knelt down beside Potter, but the boy was still alive.The face was also unexpectedly young, the dusty face he'd seen not too long ago was much more angular than Potter's now.Now he doesn't have to confirm anymore.It couldn't be more obvious - something went off the rails.

Snape stared at the unfamiliar face.Under the light of the pale moonlight, there seemed to be a bright water mark in the corner of Potter's eyes.The summer wind was very warm, and the falling leaves of Whomping Willow touched the boy's forehead, touched the lightning-shaped scar, and slid down on the lawn.

Snape froze for a moment.He looked carefully at the boy's face, but there were no marks on it.

Potter probably wasn't crying.His lips twitched, still talking in a coma.The word was short and he repeated it over and over.

There is something magical about the moon.Yes to Muggles, but even more so to wizards.Beneath the full moon, as if bewitched, Snape bent over Potter, who seemed almost overwhelmed by grief, trying to hear what he was saying.

Severus, Severus, Severus...

After a few seconds, Snape straightened up in silence.What really surprised him wasn't that Potter was calling his name, but that he wasn't surprised that Potter would call him.He'd been aware of it for a long time, but he'd never really paid attention to it.In war, even the savior is but one word in a long spell, though he is the one at the heart.Now that he was out of the war, he could finally be sure that Potter's situation was not right since the meeting in Dean Forest; half an hour before the original timeline, he found that the boy's eyes had light again.That light frightened him, it wasn't hope and courage, it was a black obsession deep in the abyss.Porter unilaterally chose him as a last resort.It's just that before he had time to figure out the situation, everything happened.

Snape stood up.He never thought his relationship with Potter would develop to this point.Potter's voice was low, but Snape knew he was still muttering his name.The sadness in the boy's voice was not fake, nor was the anxiety, as if the name was his life-saving straw, the most important thing he wanted to preserve even at the last moment of his life, even with all his might.But what made Porter change his mind?Is Potter here from the same history as him?Or this Potter is indeed the Potter in this history, who has gone to an earlier time, causing everything to change compared to the history he is in?

Not Dumbledore.thought Snape.If Dumbledore could have done it, he would have strangled Voldemort in Tom Riddle long ago.Moreover, manipulating time is more dangerous than imagined, and the consequences may be more serious than facing Voldemort. If it is not so bad that any result is better than the status quo, no one will choose to take such a big risk.And he couldn't imagine Potter using the time spell.Time, this urgent and abundant thing, has nothing to do with Potter.Maybe Miss Know-it-all Granger would use the Time-Turner to study, while Potter, no doubt, would only use it to cheat on his final exams.

Snape thought for a while, then decided not to think about it.He should confirm where he is now.He looked around, and there was a figure lying not far away, which turned out to be Black.He walked over and tiptoed him over.So many things have happened in just two years, it seems like 20 years have passed.When he saw this man again, he found that he hardly remembered the ragged, down-and-out, down-and-out, crazy Blake four years ago.Now, many years later, when he looked at this person, he strangely only thought of his high spirits when he was a student.

He subconsciously reached into his pocket, where there were no photos or letters.They must still be where they are at this time.Strangely, he didn't suffer from losing them, and his peace at this moment was not because he was sure to have them again in a few years.Nor was his eerie calm when he saw Black because the man was not going to die anytime soon.Thinking of Black's death, he had no regrets, nor did he feel the pleasure of revenge - and when thinking of Lily, like the lost photos and letters, he didn't feel the joy of tearing his heart open as before and pain.

He stood where he was for a moment, wondering absently whether he had also lost his soul.Then he crouched down and took his wand back from Black's hand.The same pale face as the trio kept him from reaching out to test Black's breath, he had no soul in his body - apparently he was attacked by a dementor on the shore of the lake, and the dementor moved forward and attacked the students .

He remembers it.If nothing changed, he would be in 1994.They had finished their end-of-year exams, and on the night before the holidays, the disrespectful Gryffindor attacked him again as he tried to protect them, and the rat escaped, and the mad dog managed to escape.The Savior trio made their way into the medical wing again.But no one died.

So how did they survive then?Perhaps this period of time is different from his known history?He looked down carefully, and there was something flashing in the moonlight.It's Granger.A chain hung around the girl's neck. The chain changed direction because of her side-lying position, and a small hourglass fell out of her collar.

time converter.

Snape sneered, it seemed that this was the reason why Black escaped successfully.He solved the mystery, but that no longer mattered.He was going to ignore all this and walk back to the castle, but after taking a few steps, his feet refused to go any further, so he had to stop.Maybe he should just sit back and wait for them to figure it out themselves—since they can figure it out once, they can figure it out a second time.But all his inferences are based on known history.If the situation is optimistic, his current time point is the starting point of everything. If this time axis is exactly the same as his known history—in order not to change the history, he must ensure that everything is still developing in the direction he knows.If he misjudged, maybe only Potter would survive among the few people on the ground.Without Granger of All Trades, they wouldn't survive a month after leaving school in seventh year.The Time-Turner could only go back five hours at most, and since he didn't know how long they had been unconscious, he couldn't waste any more time.

With a low curse, he removed the pendant from Granger's neck, being careful not to touch the female student's skin.It took him a lot of work to separate the chain from the tangled bush of hair, and he glanced at Blake lying by the lake, determined to doubly humiliate him in the days that followed. go back.

He went to the nearby woods and turned the hourglass around.In front of his eyes, the four people were still lying on their stomachs, and he had to suspect that both the headmaster and the forest guards of Hogwarts were negligent in their duties.He turned around again, and those people still made him die in the original position in despair.He turned again.This time all disappeared from the lawn.

He cast himself a Disillusionment Charm, and to keep Black's dog-nose from sniffing him, he cast himself every breath- and track-removing charm he could think of.Swinging his wand, he pressed a rock against the knot of the Whomping Willow with a leaf, and walked slowly to the door of the Shrieking Shack.There was a deafening roar from inside.It's Lupine and Black.Then he heard his own voice - and by this, he could happily confirm that their relationship was as bad in this history as it was in his own time.Then the voice died down, and he knew he had lost.As much as he hated to admit it, he had to say that the boy Potter had a strong talent for dueling.No one has systematically taught him to duel, but at this time he can even surpass most adults.If properly guided, his growth is limitless.

There was another conversation and footsteps.A group of people pushed open the broken door and walked down the stairs.The ungrateful mad dog levitated him, and he saw his toes banging on each step and his head bouncing back and forth on the top of the uneven passageway.Well, it looks like that's why he's getting a splitting headache right now.Luckily his expensive dragonhide boots saved every toe.Potter was walking behind the suspended body, obviously still not recovered from the excitement just now, he was dancing and talking, not paying attention to the black-haired head who was being mistreated.Snape raised his eyebrows slightly.

He stepped aside and watched several people walk out of the passage, exposed to the moonlight.Blake stopped.He stammered to Potter, "Once my honor is restored...if you want a...a different home..."

"What—living with you?" Potter turned around momentarily. "Leave the Dursleys?"

Snape stared into Potter's face.The Savior had never been a good actor, and if his surprise at this moment was fake, if his indifference to him was fake, then he would rather believe that this Potter was someone else who had taken the Polyjuice Potion.

He watched Lupine slowly transform in the moonlight and wondered what would happen to Potter three hours later.Clearly—that Potter was not this Potter.But he was undoubtedly Potter too.Both he and Potter are time travelers in spirit form.It seems that the situation is much more optimistic than the worst situation he predicted. At least so far, everyone's relationship, personality and what they do have not deviated from his existing cognition.Assuming that the Potter three hours later is from the same historical year as him in 1998, considering the mental breakdown of the screaming shack Potter before his death, he has to wonder which spell came out of the savior's unstable mood mistake, leading them back to this point in time.But when exactly did it go wrong?How many people did this mistake affect?

He stood far away, staring at the small battlefield.Granger, the jack-of-all-trades, subconsciously supported him when the four of them were thrown down, and he didn't fall hard - maybe that's why he woke up earlier.It seems that apart from not listening to others, Granger is not always so annoying.The rat slipped away, and Black turned into a big dog, chasing the werewolf away slowly.

Snape walked up to the four of them, knelt down beside Potter's shaggy black head, and watched the boy.If the boy was filled with another soul of his own because his soul was sucked away by the dementor, if he dispelled the dementor, perhaps history would not be changed.Maybe if the boy doesn't come, it won't bring more time travelers.But suppose he only stops one Potter, and the Potter time travel takes place on the battlefield of the final battle - a real 13-year-old Potter will henceforth fight a Voldemort from 1998 or later , and the Death Eaters battle in 1998 or even later, they would have no chance of winning.He couldn't confirm what he should do was the best, and with the only clues at this time, he couldn't infer any more.

But what spell had gone wrong?As far as he knew, none of Potter's standard spells, even if miscast more than half of them, had the effect of time travel.And if Voldemort knew how to time travel, he certainly wouldn't have gotten himself to this point, he would have done it 17 years earlier.At least he can confirm that this time travel is by no means planned.Unless they come from farther in the future—unless the war continues years or even decades after his death in 1998, long enough for those who survived to find a way to time travel, and so bad that they have to Choose to do so.

The boy frowned.On the shore of the silent lake, the boy's small voice became more and more clear, indeed repeating his name.Snape stood up, it seemed that there was no need to wait for the dementors, Harry Potter was already a time traveler at this time.He hesitated, then raised his wand to Potter's brow.He had to find out exactly what the problem was.

Legilimency always starts backtracking from the most recent second, and the savior's brain is more chaotic than he imagined.Snape saw the gloomy Potter curled up on the big bed in the bedroom belonging to Severus Snape in the Slytherin cellar, and he walked over to pinch the savior's chin by himself.The savior tilted his head and shook off his hand, and rushed forward to hug his waist.He quickly tossed the piece of memory aside and continued to invade.At the same time, two images appeared in front of his eyes, both of which were the Wizengamot Wizard's Court.In one of the scenes, there are many audiences. He is handcuffed on the judgment chair with no expression on his face, and the savior is screaming like crazy.In the other picture, there are almost no people. It is not him, but the savior who is handcuffed on the judgment chair with no expression on his face.The young man sneered and released the shackles with just a wave of his hand.All the people present pointed their wands in horror—maybe it was the savior of the past, but the young man walked up the steps by himself and disappeared into the curtain.

Snape frowned, continuing to read the memory.The savior of a fragment seems a bit old, and Potter, who has not learned to take care of his hair in middle age, sits alone in front of a tombstone, slowly taking out one precious potion material after another, and then precisely controls The flames burned them clean.This old idiot burned hundreds of thousands of Galleons.Then he took a bottle of wine from his pocket.From the first dawn to the starry sky, this unkempt middle-aged man sat in front of the tombstone with Severus Snape written all day, and finally leaned his body slowly, resting his head on the tombstone.The next piece of debris that appeared was the principal's office. The savior, who was older than the middle-aged savior whose brain hadn't grown at all, sat on the ground, crying bitterly, holding a blank picture frame, so dirty that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Just when Snape felt he was about to collapse, he finally saw a scene that was of some use.It's Potter's perspective.Potter is the Dark Lord.They're in the Shrieking Shack, where Severus Snape of known history, 1998, is dying.

He saw the big snake's huge impact force directly hit his body against the wall, and he slid down softly.Potter rushed into the house, quarreled loudly with his companions, and picked up the corpse.Snape squinted his eyes to watch, but the fragment was quickly scattered by another force, and then several scenes appeared at the same time, in an unfamiliar bedroom, in an unfamiliar kitchen, in a place he was familiar with In the potions office, he of different ages kissed the savior of different ages, and the savior wrapped his hands and feet around him like an ivy, tearing his clothes and moaning loudly without shame. | Chanting "I love you".

Snape put down his wand and withdrew from the boy's mess of memories, each of which seemed to be vaguely related to him.He felt his head hurt more, as if struck by lightning, and his face was probably covered in blood.Apparently his head had been bumped against the top of the tunnel too many times on the way out of the Shrieking Shack, causing him to temporarily lose his mind.These rude little bastards.

He thought about it, and made sure he didn't want to Legilimency to watch Potter's delusions a second time, and he didn't want to go back an hour and stop Lupine from smacking everyone with a paw.Perhaps the best way is to observe the other two companions beside Potter - if the spell goes wrong, the two who are always hanging by Potter's side like Siamese twins will definitely bear the brunt of it.Given that this moment really seemed to be where it all started, he would be back with Voldemort again in a year's time.From the subtleties and the people around Voldemort, he could tell how much the Death Eaters were affected.

He hung the Time-Turner back around Granger's neck, the two identical pendants intertwined on a golden chain.Then he levitated his body and walked to the bushes on the other side of the lake.A few minutes later, a burst of cold came, and a huge black dog rushed here from the forbidden forest.The dog decided to stop, apparently seeing that the three were safe, and confronted the dementors on the shore of the lake.But maybe it was because of his long life in Azkaban that it was difficult for him to find happiness again, or maybe it was just because the wand in his hand didn't work well, and his Patronus Charm failed.As the dementors pressed down on him, Snape swung his wand quickly, and a huge eagle took shape.Its wings spread as soon as it left the tip of its wand, and it swooped down on a dozen dementors with swift ferocity, scattering them swiftly.

After half a minute, Blake moved. Five minutes later, he got up trembling and looked around in obvious confusion.Snape stood in the bushes, watching as Black tried to shake the students, but Potter couldn't.Finally, Granger seemed to say something to him, the three of them argued for a while, Ron stuffed a large piece of chocolate into Potter's mouth, floated him, and they walked towards the hut by the Forbidden Forest together.Soon, a huge figure rose from under the moon, it was the Hippogriff.It flew away with Black.

It wasn't until the three of them put on the cloak and walked towards the tower that Snape summoned his patron saint again.The eagle was very large and perched on a branch opposite him under his control.

He looked up at it.He rarely used the Patronus Charm, and he was not very familiar with the form of his Patronus himself.Many years had passed since it had changed, and he could not remember what it was like at all.

He stared at it for a few minutes, then retracted his Patronus, realizing that his last connection with Lily had been broken.But he still didn't care as much as he thought.He just felt empty, as if half of himself remained in the last 1998, maybe the last 1981, that time was lost somewhere, and he only existed here-only in that blurred period In unclear, lost time.He silently remembered this connection, and also remembered his past self.

The disappearance of his own body at his feet awakened his dazed thoughts.It was his turn to patrol the corridors today.He walked slowly towards the castle, and found helplessly that he had forgotten the password of the office at this time.Fortunately, he has always had the habit of using potion ingredients as passwords.He, too, was disturbed by such an easily crackable password, but out of strange laziness, he preferred to cast powerful spells in his office, or to use some unknown material as the password.This habit saved him.However, there are no less than a thousand kinds of the rarest potion ingredients that he himself knows.

Gritting his teeth as he walked, he decided that if there were students in the corridor and happened to see the potions professor reciting the names of potion ingredients at the door of his office, he would deduct [-] points for the student who wandered at night.But before that—

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for trying to enter the Forbidden Forest after curfew, everyone."

The author has something to say: I'm so sorry, lol.I'm really lazy. I originally wanted to give you a happy Christmas Eve or a merry Christmas. As a result, "Love Actually" appeared on Station B on Christmas Eve. It's a must-see on Christmas Eve, so I really didn't bother to write it.Then I thought, let’s just have a happy New Year’s Day, and then I thought, if I don’t write it now, I will turn this episode into a SS birthday episode.In short, the bottom line keeps retreating... I'm so sorry, hahaha.At least this episode can't be delayed until next year, forcing myself to open the file.laugh.

My brain is about to explode in this chapter, IQ is not enough to play time, laugh, please tell me if there are any bugs.Then pay attention, there should be no concept of parallel space in HP, that is to say, backtracking and future are just pure time travel in this world, and there is no possibility of going to another parallel world.So SS doesn't think about the parallel world at all.

There is a problem that I think many people may not have noticed.Rowling said she regretted setting up the Time-Turners, and realized it would be a big problem, so her battle in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries broke all the Time-Turners.So many reborn Harrys in the fanfiction should think of at least keeping a time-turner.He could have changed some details with a time-turner.For example, in a battle, one person is killed on the side of the light and the Death Eater side. Whether he changes history can depend on who is more important.If Moody dies and Stan dies on the opposite side, even if Stan cannot be killed again, it is worthwhile to get Moody back.He can even avoid battles or make planned encirclements.

But because I think this stalk is difficult to use, it is useless. I can't even use SS this time... If anyone wants to write fanfiction and hasn't thought about this problem before, you can use it.

Sympathize with the SS who was suspected of being insane by Erha's memory in the time tree.I really want to see his face when he quit Erha's memory? ? ?expression, hahahahaha.Didn't you ask how SS knew from the beginning that Xiaoha had bad intentions for him?