[SSHP] End of life

"Let's proceed as planned," Voldemort said dully, waving his hands.The party is over.

All the Death Eaters filed out.Harry stayed in the lounge, intending to continue following Voldemort, to see if there was any way to kill him or report a message.People, swinging arms, and the hem of a cloak passed through him toward the door, and he didn't like being passed through, so he took a few steps toward the fireplace.

At this moment, he was staggered by a force and almost fell to the ground.The force pulling him came from beyond the door, and he staggered forward following the force pulling him, out of the meeting room and into the brightly lit corridor.The force that was pulling him was gone.

Harry stood in the corridor inexplicably, not knowing what to do for a while.The statues on the wall seemed to be alive, their faces pale, their eyes following the Death Eaters back and forth.Harry wanted to stay for a while to observe them carefully, but unexpectedly, the force acted on him again. He was dragged to the ground, got up quickly with all his hands and feet, and trotted in the direction from which the force came.

Harry ran out of the house and into the courtyard.He glanced back, the whole house was in darkness, only three or four side by side windows seemed to be dimly lit, it was unclear whether it was the moonlight projected on the window frame or the firelight inside the house, it probably came out just now lounge.That power was gone again.

He looked around in a daze.There is a fountain in the center of the house. The edge of the white jade pool looks gray under the dim moonlight, and it seems that it has already dried up.Tall yew hedges surrounded the house, and on one side a bed of dead roses.For some reason, Harry felt as though he had seen this courtyard before.There should have been many white peacocks strutting here, and it should be magnificent.But it is now just dilapidated.

He couldn't remember where his memories came from.

Death Eaters came out of the black doors in twos and threes, Apparating in the darkness.Harry didn't know where this was, and didn't know how to get back to Hogwarts, so he could only lower his head and study the ground.Broken pebbles were kicked all over the courtyard, but traces could still be vaguely seen on the path paved with gravel.Harry felt that even himself, who had never had much artistic talent, could see that the road was full of twists and turns, full of elegance and simplicity.Maybe it used to belong to a Slytherin.He remembered that he had learned in the History of Magic Middle School. Slytherin selected students with the most emphasis on bloodlines. A large part of the Slytherins who joined the Death Eaters at the beginning were purebloods, and they lived quite well—general pureblood families always have some savings. Yes, it's just that most of the pure bloods have already ruined their businesses.

And they don't look like tutors, not even Muggle tramps.It seems that after staying in Azkaban for a long time, anyone will become rough and crazy.

What pure blood, after all, is just a group of lunatics who were greedy for profit and now lost their reason.Harry thought grimly.

The Death Eaters in the courtyard were almost gone.Harry was distracted by a woman's angry voice, and he looked in the direction of the voice.Standing on the edge of the hedge was one of the pair of Death Eater brothers and sisters who had just appeared in Hogwarts. Her clothes were covered with blood and stains due to repeated trips during the escape, and her face was also bruised. .She was yelling something hostile to Snape, who was standing across from her.

Death Eater infighting?Harry hesitated, then ran over.He was sure that this woman couldn't beat Snape, but she was not easy to deal with, and even if it only made Snape unlucky, he would be happy to watch.

"Then why didn't you strike then, Amycus?" Snape sneered, arms folded, squinting at the woman a head shorter than him in that haughty, contemptuous gesture Harry was familiar with, "You Not only didn’t make a move, but also hid aside.”

"That's the master's order—I'm here to serve the master! And you're just here to claim credit!"

"Are you doubting my loyalty to my master?" The expression on Snape's face became even more disdainful, "I want to take credit? Then I have to ask, since Draco couldn't do it, wouldn't it be possible under the circumstances?" What are you waiting for? What if Dumbledore runs away? What if the Aurors come up? Who will bear the responsibility if the master's business is broken?"

This is Death Eaters.thought Harry angrily.These two villains were discussing Dumbledore so recklessly, as if Dumbledore's death was a snack on their plate. Some people disdained it, some coveted it, and some regarded his elimination as the ultimate goal.Some take it as an honor to have it...

The two whispered a few more words, the woman tossed off her robe, gave Snape a venomous look, turned and left.She passed through the gate and was soon lost in the night.Snape stood there for a few seconds, took one last look at the house that was as dark as a monster when all the lights had been extinguished, turned around and walked towards the exit.Harry stood where he was, and followed Snape's gaze at the entrance of the house. After a while, he decided to turn around and sneak into the lounge where Voldemort was.

Just at this moment, the powerful suction acted on him again.He was caught off guard and was dragged to the ground on his back.He struggled to turn over, and in an instant, the surroundings became pitch black.The body was strongly squeezed from all directions, and I couldn't breathe at all, and my chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops.His eyeballs were pushed back into his head, and his eardrums were pushed deep into his skull, as if stuffed into a rubber tube.He knew immediately that he had Disapparated.

Before Harry could recover, his body was dragged forward again.He wiped his eyes full of physiological tears, and locked his eyes on the black figure in front of him, who was walking fast.

It took several seconds for Harry to realize that he was somehow bound to Snape.Could it be that he can only spend the rest of his days with this man with dirty Death Eater blood running through his veins! ?Merlin!He would rather be out of his wits immediately!Does this old bat have a body under his robe?Maybe it's all blood and mud!

Snape walked forward.His black robes floated behind him.For some reason, the landing point of his appearance was not very accurate, and he did not land on the steps in front of the door.He was walking towards 12 Grimmauld Place.

How dare he... how dare he!How dare he shamelessly return to this place after he betrayed the Order of the Phoenix!Harry wanted to curse him out of bed on the spot, or at least shout if he couldn't cast the spell.But Snape walked too fast, and Harry was dragged around, without even a chance to enjoy his mouth.Snape, unaware that there was a wandering soul hanging behind him, walked quickly to the door that appeared between the two houses, and stepped up the steps.

Harry's anger turned to fear as he got closer to the house.He tried his best to resist the force that attracted him, and he didn't want to follow the house.He wasn't ready to go in here yet, even though it was already his.He didn't want to get close to this sad place. Even after a year passed, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.Use it as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, leave it empty... whatever.He didn't want to come back here, he didn't want to face everything he was once familiar with.The ghosts of the Blacks floating here must be angrily accusing him.He failed to protect the relic of Sirius, and asked Mundungus, a despicable thief, to take it away.How could he have the face to come back here?He doesn't want to be the master here.If possible, he even wanted to hide it forever.

Snape opened the door familiarly.The second floor is the bedroom. He walked to one end, hesitated at the door of the first bedroom, and pushed the door open.

Snape must have come looking for information.thought Harry.He knew that he would never be able to enter here again, and wanted to find information about the Order of the Phoenix to please his master... Of course he wanted to stop him, and of course he didn't want to watch this villain continue to spoil this place, but there was nothing he could do now.

Harry didn't follow Snape any further.He found that as long as they stayed within a certain range, the attraction didn't hold him back.He walked through the door of Sirius' bedroom, which he hadn't been in since the tragic end of fifth year.He had never been in the godfather's bedroom before, and he always felt that Sirius was not suitable for quiet things like reading. He didn't expect that there was a book on his bedside table, which was randomly locked there.It seemed that he was reading it when he received the message that Harry had gone to the Ministry of Magic. In order to rush to save Harry as soon as possible, he put it down in a panic, and didn't have time to return to the original place.

The harrowing memory of the end of fifth year had returned to Harry's mind.He thought that this scar had been gradually smoothed over a year, but he didn't expect that when he recalled it at this time, it was still painful.It turned out that it wasn't that he grew up, but that he closed this memory and didn't want to recall it.It turned out that it was himself who had been evading.

He always wants to prove that he is independent, that he is strong, that he is no longer the kid who can only climb trees and hug his knees in the cupboard when he is bullied, and that anything is possible. do it yourself.He thought that he had grown up, and thought that many things could be done by his own strength.Only now did he realize that he was so incompetent.

He wasn't strong enough, he wasn't talented enough...even the silent spells he had trained for a long time.He was not good at seeing people. He once firmly believed that the clever boy who helped him a lot was kind. He believed in him so much, but he turned out to be the murderer who killed Dumbledore!All the little spells he liked were evil black magic, and he still thought that boy was a genius!

Harry realized that perhaps the only thing Snape had ever done right in his life was to judge him.Reckless, stupid, always holding others accountable for his mistakes.He is so arrogant, always does not listen to other people's opinions, and always thinks he is right. Without him, Sirius must still be living happily, and he can still leave England far away.He had suffered too much in this life, and he should have left far away...Because he was too weak, he couldn't pass Snape's Occlumency course.He sympathized with people who shouldn't have sympathy, and even doubted his father and godfather because of this. If only he had communicated with Sirius in the last days, if he could communicate with Sirius during the summer vacation in Grimmauld Place. Just a good chat in the bedroom... he could hug his godfather, be hugged by his godfather, and they could sleep in the same bed.He never slept in the same bed as anyone...

Harry leaned against the door and looked at the picture of four people laughing brightly on the wall, and finally realized how much Sirius doted on him.Sirius bravely pursues the justice and dream in his heart, he doesn't even have a girlfriend, only his brother and his useless godson in his short life.He gave his relatives, gave him a home, and endured his grievances and anger.But he didn't say anything, just let him rely on him.He is warm, cheerful and always gives Harry courage.But he is gone now.

Why can all dead people go to the same world, but oneself is always abandoned?Harry thought sadly.

The author has something to say: I am sorry to commit an occupational disease.

Has anyone noticed the difference between rough and rough?

There are a total of three modern Chinese dictionaries commonly used, two of which did not collect rough words, and one made a side-by-side comparison of these two words.Rough can be used to describe the roughness of food, the roughness of concrete things, such as human fingers or stones, and the roughness of abstract things, such as characters.Its description is greater than rough.

I'm so sorry I shouldn't be sick here but I can't stand it hahaha.