[SSHP] End of life

The next day, Harry got up very early.The night before, he had only been in the house for 10 minutes before deciding to walk out.Ron and Hermione sat on the sofa waiting for him, all three smiling and pretending nothing had happened.But he himself keeps replaying the unpleasant scenes of his fight with Lupin, and is disoriented by the realization that he seems to be disconnected from the whole world, unable to do anything at all.In the end, he felt that instead of daydreaming here, he might as well go out and take a look at the situation.And he cared about the book Lupine had talked about.

Hermione sat by the window.They kept the curtains drawn so that the Death Eaters outside wouldn't notice anyone was in the house.Hermione was reading through the "Tales of Beedle the Bard" left by Dumbledore for countless times through the light that came in through the gap in the curtains.

Ron was lying on the sofa, raising his hands high, tossing and turning to study the Deluminator.Fortunately it was daytime and there were no candles for him to put out.He didn't elicit Hermione's roar.

Harry stood on the top of the stairs, no one seemed to notice him coming up.Maybe it was because his friends knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't want to mess with him for the time being, but this made him even more irritable.

"I've got to get out," said Harry. "We need some food."

In the dim light, he saw Hermione hesitated obviously.

"Harry—"

"I've got to go," said Harry, and added, "I'll go myself. The targets are smaller, they won't notice."

Hermione wanted to say something more, but Ron shook his head.

"Okay, man. If you feel you must go, then come back as soon as possible and stay safe."

Harry smiled, put on the Invisibility Cloak and stepped out the door.Through the defenses, he could see the Death Eaters wandering outside.If he just left, Hermione and Ron would be safe.But he still needs information from Kreacher, and if he doesn't leave a letter, they will definitely come to him.

Courage grows when someone is by your side.Harry thought he needed Hermione's knowledge and Ron's bravery, but even at this point of no return, there was a part of him still stubborn about not dragging his friend down the mud.He had already rejected Lupine yesterday - if he could refuse one, he could refuse the second and the third.It's too late to leave now.

Harry stood outside the door for a long time.In just a few minutes, he even really decided to embark on a journey to find the Horcrux himself.He took a deep breath, a little fidgety, then let it out, cast a few spells on himself, and Apparated to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was still deserted, and almost all the shops were closed.Harry put away his invisibility cloak and walked slowly down the street wearing a black robe obtained from Transfiguration. The windows of some shops were boarded up into an X shape, leaflets and broken glass were scattered everywhere on the ground, some were wine bottles, Some are fragments of windows.He even saw a rat slipping out of one corner, filthy and furry, into another crevice, trailing its long tail, and disappearing in a flash.

Seeing the place that was once so prosperous and full of light was occupied by this group of wretched and disgusting dirty things made Harry feel uncomfortable.Diagon Alley was his favorite place when he first entered the wizarding world. Because of the many memories, this street became very important.He lowered his head, unable to identify whether he was angry or depressed, and just walked blankly.

The morning air was damp and cold, and Harry didn't realize that he had been walking aimlessly for a long time until the sun filled the desolation of Diagon Alley.The light made him feel even colder, and he almost shuddered from the bottom of his heart.In the distance was the Weasley's Joke Shop, the noise of the first opening had died down, and the clown's big head was swaying lonely.Among the gray and black afterimages, the golden red of Gryffindor was dazzling and sad.

It seems Diagon Alley is not much to buy.Harry watched the Weasley Brothers' shop from afar, but he didn't have the courage to go any closer.It was a miracle that the shop was still open without a single owner, and a pain that was almost suffocating swept through Harry's body.He pursed his lower lip, hiding his guilt deeper, and decided to go to Hogsmeade first.Since I said go out and buy some food, at least I can't go back empty-handed.

He Apparated to a corner of Hogsmeade and came out slowly.If there is any sign of recovery in the wizarding world, it will definitely start with Hogsmeade.Harry was slightly relieved to see that the streets of Hogsmeade still had drunks and wizards without cloaks.

He walked slowly along the shade of the trees, and the smell of food and wine wafted through the village.The biography of Dumbledore was placed prominently in the bookstore, and Harry bought a copy and put it in his arms.

He continued to walk forward, and in front of him was the Pig's Head Bar.The bar has always been a place for the circulation of information, from which you can hear a lot of recent news, many of which are not found in newspapers.Harry walked into the Hog's Head and sat at the bar.

The bar is still the same as before, a bit dirty and the owner is very aggressive.Harry sighed, he thought of DA's party a long time ago, in this neither warm nor beautiful bar, nostalgia radiated everywhere.

Because everyone was wearing black cloaks and covered their heads, Harry didn't look out of the ordinary.There were two tables in the innermost corner that caught his attention. On one of the tables was a large man sitting opposite a thin man.The pointy nails of one of the men sitting at the other table kept tapping on the surface, and Harry thought he knew this hand.

To Harry's flank, a troop of wizards shouted.Because of the noise, Harry couldn't hear what the people inside were talking about.He wanted to get closer to listen, but there were too many people walking around, even if he wore an invisibility cloak to hide himself, he would be easily bumped by others.

Reason tells Harry not to take risks.But at the same time, there is still a voice in my heart screaming loudly: If you don't go there, if you don't take this little risk, then you will get nothing!

Harry hesitated.At this moment, his ears caught Snape's name keenly.He would never have misheard the name, maybe they were planning something again.He squeezed the wine glass tightly in his hand.

A high-pitched laugh covered everything Harry wanted to hear.Impatiently, he stood up, picked up his wine glass, and said, "Give me another steak." Taking the opportunity, he walked into the room.Unexpectedly, the boss grabbed his cloak and shouted: "Get out, you bloody poor man!"

Harry was momentarily taken aback.The wizards in the room laughed.

Fights were a regular occurrence in the Hog's Head.As long as people don't die in the bar, and the tables and chairs don't get dirty, the boss usually doesn't care.This eccentric and irritable bar, where the rules depend on the personality of the owner, is a favorite place for Death Eaters. They like the free environment here and the bloody scenes where fights may occur at any time.But no one will provoke the bar owner, he has not only a wand in his hand, but also a Muggle double-barreled shotgun.Even wizards who look down on Muggles don't want to try the power of this weapon.

Seeing Harry standing there without moving, the wizards laughed louder.They probably thought Harry was an idiot who didn't know the rules, and was going to watch a good show where the bar owner killed people.

"One glass of wine is enough, don't expect to get anything more from me!" The boss roared, seeing that Harry still didn't move, he took out some butter beer from the back of the cupboard and stuffed it into Harry's arms, "It's all right now, you dirty little beer!" Dirty beggars, get out!"

Holding back his anger, Harry took a few steps back slowly amidst the laughter, turned around and walked out of the bar.

The purpose of coming this time is completely finished.He couldn't enter the Pig's Head Bar in a short time, and he couldn't get any useful information from the Three Broomsticks.Maybe his professors would be there, but even if they did, they wouldn't bring Harry the news he desperately needed to know.And Harry himself, there was nothing he could do for his beloved professors other than causing trouble for them.

No more, no less, just three bottles of butter beer.Harry, who had calmed down, noticed the problem, but he immediately gave up the idea of ​​going back to ask. He had no way to talk to the boss without a trace.He decided to return immediately after shopping.He's been out for too long.

Sure enough, Ron and Hermione were walking restlessly in the living room when they returned to Grimmauld Place.Seeing the butterbeer in Harry's hand, Hermione yelled angrily: "Harry! How could you go to such a dangerous place alone! Do you know how worried we are about you!"

Harry shrugged.Although he didn't like that Hermione was like a nagging mother who took care of him in everything, but he understood that this was the way his friends cared about him.He evaded it with insignificant words, trying to hurry back to the kitchen to read the biography of Dumbledore he had just acquired.Maybe Lupine had discounted a lot from what he had said, and he had to figure out where he was.

He would have mentioned something he had heard in the Hog's Head.But when his friends interrupted, he completely forgot what he hadn't heard about Snape.Within two weeks they went out in turns, and no one brought back any news, and the matter was shelved.

Until another Tuesday, it was Ron's turn to go out for food and news.He hadn't been out for half an hour when there was a loud noise in the hallway. Harry was startled and ran out of the kitchen.Hermione had already jumped out of the armchair, and was also running quickly to check, almost colliding with Harry.

There was no worst scene imaginable at the door, only Ron sitting on the ground with a pale face.He was panting heavily, and his eyes were wide open in unconcealed panic.

"What happened?" Hermione asked aloud.

"The paper—the paper!" stammered Ron, his freckles conspicuous on his pale face, "it says Snape is head of Hogwarts! The Carrolls teach Muggles Research, one that teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts! Merlin's fattest briefs - think of Ginny still there -"

"This is bad news," said Hermione, frowning, "but fortunately our teachers are here, and if Death Eaters hurt students, they won't just sit idly by. I don't believe that just this news will scare you into hell." So, Ron?"

Ron swallowed, and glanced at Harry.He said uneasily: "When I came in, because... because the landing point was not accurate, I think they probably saw the corner of my clothes..."

"It's nothing." Harry shrugged. "Nothing! They can't get in, can they? They'll just transfer everyone to our door so the Order can move more freely!"

Hermione gave Harry a startled look.

"I'm sorry, I should practice Apparation well." Ron stood dejectedly in the entrance hall, his face flushed, he looked like he was about to cry, or he was about to turn around and rush out the door to meet the Death Eaters who saw him Desperately.

"Well, it's nothing, is it?" Harry said lightly, trying not to care at all, "come in and let's see what you've brought back. Bread."

The author has something to say: The transitional plot is longer than I imagined... I thought that after six or seven chapters, I couldn't bear it if the SS never came out. If I have free time in these two days, I will double-download it to speed up the process.Cover your face...