[SSHP] End of life

There were very few people in the cafe.The rain gradually became lighter, and the sky was slightly brighter than before.Some young people without umbrellas seized the gap, covered their heads with their coats, and rushed into the rain.Harry sat in a corner train seat, and Ron blocked him by sitting outside him.

"Then we just sit here and wait and see?" Ron pressed a finger on the tabletop, then raised it up and rubbed his fingers with a look of disgust, a waitress was walking towards them, "This table Disgusting, like Snape's hair."

"Of course we can't just sit here." Hermione sat down across from them. "After I sent my parents to Australia, I withdrew all my savings from the building society. At least a few cups of coffee..."

The waitress lolled over to them, chewing gum.Hermione took the Muggle money out of the beaded pouch and ordered two cappuccinos.

"As expected of Hermione, always thinking of everything," said Ron.Harry nodded, realizing that Ron couldn't see, and hurriedly responded in a low voice.Hermione didn't respond to the two boys' compliments at all. She tapped her fingers on the table and asked suddenly, "Do you think the traces of Harry are still there?"

"I don't know." Ron said, "But I don't think it's here. We used a lot of spells just now, and it's been so long. If Zongsi was still there, the mysterious man would have found this place long ago."

Hermione nodded.

"Voldemort—"

"Don't say that name!"

"Why?" Harry ignored the weird eyes of the waiter who had just put the coffee on their table - Ron quickly opened his mouth and pretended it was him who was speaking, and said a little angrily, "It's come to this point, we And be afraid of a mere name!"

"That's not what I meant!" Ron grabbed the spoon and stirred the coffee in front of him vigorously, "but we have to be careful now! What if he puts a curse on the name? He's the Dark Lord! Who knew he could do it what?"

"He controls the Ministry of Magic now, so he can't cut my traces! Today is my birthday! I just turned 17!" Harry said loudly.To him, avoiding Voldemort's name was almost tantamount to begging for mercy.

Ron shook his head: "Zongsi disappeared automatically on the day you came of age, and it didn't depend on the intervention of the Ministry of Magic to disconnect..."

"There's nothing wrong with being careful," Hermione said softly, "Harry, I'm sorry to have given you such a birthday, but now we have to get on with our own business and it's always good to be safe. You're right, it's just a name, so why can't we call him Mysterious Man? No matter what we call him, our will will not weaken."

"Okay," said Harry somewhat reluctantly, and they were now teaming up against him.But he also hopes to find everything safely and smoothly—even though he only knows that he is looking for something now, "Then let's stay here for a while and see if Zongsi is still there..."

His words were interrupted by a sudden sense of crisis.Instinctively, he reached across the table and grabbed Hermione by the collar, pulling her sharply towards him.Hermione's neck bent at an odd angle, she yelled, "What are you doing?"

Her last syllable caught in her throat.A spell of light hit the wall behind her, punching a huge crater in the wall, sending shards of brick and cement flying up and nearly scratching Harry's arm.There was no doubt that if Harry hadn't pulled Hermione away just now, it would have been her head that had just been hit by the spell.

Not knowing if his arm was showing through the cloak, Harry ducked under the table and quickly drew his wand.He looked under the invisibility cloak in the direction the spell had come from, and saw two men in silly blue-gray workman's clothes who had just walked in from the cafe's main entrance.Harry had studied some history at a Muggle school before he was 11, and he remembered that these clothes were worn by workers during the economic crisis decades ago, and they were not at all in tune with the current era.

The clothes of the two people are very funny, but neither of them can laugh now.One of them had his wand pointed at Hermione, and his hand was still there, about to cast the spell a second time.Another man raised his wand at Ron with a stern look.Harry moved slowly from under the table and yelled from under the cloak, "Swoon!" The Death Eater who had cursed at Ron collapsed to the ground.The other Death Eater was taken aback, not knowing where the spell was coming from, and started pointing around Hermione and chanting indiscriminately.

Ron jumped up, and he knocked the coffee cup off the sticky oily tabletop, and the black-gray liquid flowed into a pool on the dirty floor.He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his wand vigorously, but it seemed to be stuck in the shallow edge of the upper trouser pocket, and he couldn't get it out, making him jump with anxiety.

"Total petrification!" screamed Hermione.But her spell missed the Death Eater, who disarmed her and sent her wand flying under a table by the wall.She quickly turned sideways to avoid a spell, and the cup of coffee in front of her was smashed into pieces, and the liquid splashed on Harry.Realizing that the Death Eaters had noticed his presence, Harry threw off the Invisibility Cloak and shouted, "Disarm!"

Harry lifted his clothes so far that they covered Ron's eyes.He knocked Harry's wand-hand out of the way as he flung the covering away with a scream, and Harry's spell landed on the fleeing waitress, who flew out into the wall and passed out.

Hermione jumped out from under the table, grabbed a chunk of Ron's coffee mug and threw it at the Death Eater's face.The Death Eater dodged back, and Ron literally drew his wand, pointed at the Death Eater and shouted, "Petrify all!" at an extremely loud voice, as if he couldn't cast the spell without shouting it so loud.The Death Eater collapsed stiffly, his head slamming on the table behind him.

"He's knocked out." Ron walked over to check, and kicked the Death Eater's shoulder with his toe.Harry went behind the counter and took out some napkins, and he noticed that Hermione's hands were bleeding.

"Thank you, Harry," said Hermione, walking to the wall and picking up her wand, pressing the paper against her hand and bending down to look at the blond Death Eater. "He's passed out, too."

"Do you think the traces of me are still there?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"No Death Eaters approaching you." Ron shrugged, shooting rope from the tip of his wand to tie up the two Death Eaters. "They didn't pass you by, so they couldn't stick Zosi back to you."

"Or it's just a coincidence...or maybe it has something to do with you saying that name," said Hermione thoughtfully, "We've got to avoid saying it anyway, and find a place to think about it. "

"Grimmauld Place," said Harry, scowling. "Didn't Mr. Weasley set up a spell against Snape there? Death Eaters can't get in. We've got to at least find a place to sleep first." one night."

He still didn't say a word.If Snape had broken the spell and entered this room, he would have had a good time asking what he was doing that day.Even if he may not be able to beat him for the time being, as long as he is not killed by him immediately, he has to get the answer.If he was killed by Snape... well, he wanted to go somewhere where he wouldn't be hurt by anyone, where he didn't have to think about anything.He also wanted to ask Dumbledore why on earth he didn't let him tell anyone about this damn mission.

"Okay." Hermione hesitated for a moment, "Then I'll erase their memories now, Harry, Ron, you two restore this place. If they wake up and find themselves lying in a room that looks like it was bombed No matter how stupid you are, you can imagine what happened here just now.”

******

Harry woke up a few hours later in the living room on the second floor of 12 Grimmauld Place.Hermione and Ron beside them were still fast asleep, and before dawn, Harry tiptoed up.

He put a Silencing Charm around the two sleeping people in the living room, and walked down the stairs, careful not to touch the umbrella stand that covered Mrs. Black's portrait.As he passed under the railing, he glanced up.

Maybe it's been vandalized, maybe it's just the owner's bad taste, or maybe it wasn't necessary in the heyday, the house doesn't have a dust charm.If the wizard's old house loses the anti-dust spell, the ancient magic will attract the surrounding things, causing dust to fall several times faster than Muggle houses.It's just that I haven't been here for a short period of time, and the footprints have been covered by dust.But he found the remaining half of the photo yesterday under the cabinet in Sirius' bedroom, Snape had really been there, and the incredible experience that night was really not a hallucination.

Harry walked into the hall and sat down against the wall.In front of them was the floor that automatically raised dust in the shape of Dumbledore. They were taken aback when they passed here yesterday.

Mr. Weasley really thought the spell would stop Snape?Harry stared at the ground thoughtfully.Snape was sort of an expert in the dark arts too, maybe he could cast a spell to turn Dumbledore's dust off as if he had killed himself a second time, or tell a lie and deny that he killed Dumbledore Bullido.He had lied to Dumbledore for more than ten years, and it was not difficult for him to tell such a lie.

Harry sat on the cold ground for a while, looking at the floor.There are many things that Dumbledore didn't tell him, including that he also lived in Godric's Hollow.Maybe this is his privacy. As an elder, he doesn't need to recite his family tree to a little boy.Maybe he thought it was nothing, so he forgot to tell him.However, at the very least, Dumbledore should clarify what other Horcruxes are, or what he guesses.Of course he couldn't be completely ignorant.

Everyone now knows that Harry Potter and his friends escaped from Voldemort.The Ministry of Magic is finished, and the Death Eaters can openly carry out their capture operations outside, which means that the longer the three of them walk outside, the stronger Voldemort's power will be, and the more wizards will be killed. They also have a greater chance of being caught.Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore hadn't thought of that.

But Dumbledore didn't tell him anything!He must have known that his well-bred savior would drag his two friends into the water, and had left them a will in advance, but he wouldn't even tell them the meaning of these things!Dumbledore wanted them to play his guessing game with him when every day could cost several lives!

Harry got up a bit distracted and went to the window, where he leaned sideways against the frame, toying with the locket.He found that he now had an extra bad habit of always complaining about others, but he couldn't help resenting Dumbledore.The world is not a chessboard, and people are not pawns, nor should they be tools to train the savior.They are all living people. Everyone will bleed when they die, and their relatives will cry in pain.Like Seamus, Neville, his classmates, and Fred.

Why couldn't Dumbledore tell everything he knew, everything he guessed!Maybe he didn't expect that he would die when he made the layout, and he didn't expect that Hogwarts would have so many casualties.But his portrait knows!His portrait can definitely know!Even if he knew his portrait, he refused to come out to meet him!

What the hell is Dumbledore doing!

A surge of unbearable anger rose in Harry.He jerked the locket up and hurled it forward, as if to smash his boundless rage into pieces—look what he's been doing all these years, risk sacrifice, Order of the Phoenix, Risk the sacrifice, Harry, do it again, do it again, do it again!Don't expect me to explain anything to you, just risk your life trust me, trust me I know what I'm doing, trust me even if I don't trust you!You just have to do it, never need to know why you do it, never want to know the truth!Never wonder! !

The chain of the locket was hooked to the edge by his fingers, and it changed its trajectory and flew to the second floor.It hung from the railing, and the box swung like a pendulum.

Harry gasped for breath, and finally calmed down a little.Either way, he's taking it a little too far.It was a relic, and its presence reminded Dumbledore of his trust.He should not have betrayed Dumbledore's trust.

No doubt Dumbledore wanted to protect him.He not only drank the potion himself, but also cast a spell on him at the last time on the Astronomy Tower.Without that second, Dumbledore might not have died.So—he should think hard and accomplish what he should accomplish, instead of resenting Dumbledore for not being clear enough about the Horcrux and the will, or that he didn't recite his family tree to him.

Harry ran upstairs, grabbed the locket by its chain and yanked it up.He dusted the box and apologized to it under his breath, as if he were an old man who loved and trusted him.He carefully put the locket back into his pocket and looked up at the door next to him.That door was locked, and they had never opened it, not even to sweep it, during their time in Grimmauld Place.There is a sign above the door, which says: No entry without the express permission of the person.Signed Regulus Arcturus Black.

Harry was screaming before he realized what he was doing.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I don't have much time today, so I have to update it once.

I am more serious about this article.If I take an article seriously, it means that it will be reviewed at least four times in different reading software or background editors before posting, so as to avoid loopholes, uncomfortable reading or punctuation errors.In order to find out, each self-examination must be separated by at least 10 minutes.It’s really not working today, and tomorrow’s double update, you can look forward to it...Although there is definitely no SS~