[SSHP] End of life

Because the rush hour for work had passed, only a few people in the hall walked towards the golden gate.The three of them drew some distance back and forth until they all stopped at the elevator door.

"Mafalda," said a voice behind him, "you've arrived so late, can I take it that you're refusing to take notes? Just because your husband is among those being interrogated today?"

Harry turned his head, and when he saw someone coming, he couldn't help but clenched his wand tightly.It was one of the Death Eaters who had been there when Dumbledore died, and he gave Harry a disapproving look, obviously thinking that Runcorn should join him in laughing and taunting the poor witch.

Hermione looked down, looking sad and frightened.

"She deserves what a Muggle name is - an Oscar, doesn't she?" Ron whispered behind Harry.

"And you, Cattermole. Are all the people in the Magic Maintenance Department idiots? If my office is still leaking today, I guarantee that your wife's blood will be more questionable than her husband. Or are you eager to think about it?" With Mafalda? I think you'd be right, even with the trial on the same day. Isn't it, Runcorn?"

Harry's eyes were fixed on the Death Eater's Adam's apple sliding up and down, he was afraid that looking up at that brutal and gloomy face would make him unable to resist.At the sound of Runcorn's name, he murmured vaguely from the back of his throat.

"You're a little weird today, Runcorn," said the Death Eater. "Never mind, I've got other things to do, Cattermole. If I were you, with a dirty mudblood wife who might go wrong, then Before I attend the trial, I will definitely get the office of the head of the Law Enforcement Division. Mafalda! You are not following me! You have to take notes today!"

Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron with a pale face, and said softly, "I'll follow and find a way to get out as soon as possible. You two are waiting for me in front of the statue." Then she hurried away.Harry and Ron continued to wait in front of the elevator, and strangely, everyone avoided their elevator as if the two of them were infectious germs.

Harry and Ron walked in, and the elevator doors closed.Ron's face was pale, as if his wife had really been possessed by Cattermole who was being interrogated. "What?" he asked. "What if we can get the locket?"

"Of course we can't wait. We've got to go in and get Hermione out. Runcorn looks like..."

"The fourth floor, the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, contains the Office of Beasts, Outliers and Ghosts, the Goblin Liaison Office and the Pest Advisory Office."

With the hollow female voice, the elevator stopped.Harry quickly stopped himself, and Ron took advantage of the opening of the elevator door and said, "That guy just now should really be on this floor. Beast."

The elevator doors opened.The moment he saw the person coming, Harry was overwhelmed by a strong sense of dizziness, his brain seemed to be shaking in a huge wave, and the light in front of him swirled.He hurriedly took a step sideways and leaned against the elevator wall.

There are many people waiting for the elevator outside.But no one entered the elevator except Snape.Snape, who was also treated as an infectious germ, didn't care, and strode in. He first looked at Ron for a few seconds, and then set his sights on Harry.

Harry waited until he was sure he had calmed down completely before looking at Snape.He hasn't changed at all even after becoming the headmaster, still wearing his signature black robe, with greasy black hair hanging down his cheeks.Those dark eyes were staring at Harry.

After the shock, Harry didn't expect that his first reaction would be to feel kind.Although Snape represented the worst memory in the past six years, seeing his potions professor, even outside of Hogwarts, Harry still felt that he still had the protection from his classmates and the headmaster.The Runcorn that Harry had become was much taller than Snape's, but Harry still felt like an irresistible student under Snape's gaze.

It's hard to imagine that Snape could exude such force when he's shorter, Harry thought.

Snape's eyes stayed on Harry's face for a long time.Harry guessed that Runcorn and Snape must know each other, but he didn't know the relationship between them, so he could only stare back at Snape's face without saying a word.He noticed that Snape's eyes were particularly dark, deep and beautiful.He had only looked Snape in the eye once in six years, but that time he hadn't noticed anything because he was so driven by rage.

Now that he didn't feel the urge to hex Snape or kill him outright, Harry resigned himself to it.He continued to look into Snape's eyes.It's strange, maybe it's because his eyes aren't as empty as usual - or maybe it's because he's not facing Harry Potter, this gloomy wizard's eyes don't have the same appearance and expression, or the usual language Brutality and ruthlessness befitting the action.

Before that, Harry's impression of Snape was only unfriendly and cold.He's always laughing or glaring at anyone.But now that he looked at it carefully, he was a little uncertain.After all, at least as far as he knew, Snape was very nice to the Slytherins.

Snape had been using Occlumency.Harry didn't quite learn Occlumency, but he knew common sense.It was impossible for him to see anything but emptiness and indifference in the eyes of someone who had been in Occlumency.

Harry stared intently into Snape's eyes.The man's eyes are quiet and deep.His eyes swept across Harry's face.

"You look like a stupid Gryffindor today," he remarked, eyes warning. "I don't know what you went through last night, but when you keep that stupid Just pray I don't run into the Dark Lord. It's a good thing he's not here today."

Harry thought his lungs would explode on the spot, but to his surprise, he found that he might have been used to being ridiculed without knowing it, and he was able to maintain his calm perfectly.He resented that he hadn't caught the obvious mockery in Snape's eyes just now.Meanwhile, he was thinking angrily: at least they knew Voldemort wasn't here, and that would make things easier for them.The leak was all because of Snape, an idiot, and may his Master punish him well.

Harry looked down.The villain in front of him obviously thought that Harry was embarrassed by his own stupidity. He took one look at Harry and stood by the door with his arms folded.

Just as Harry was considering whether to cast him a jinx, the elevator stopped.Harry was thankful that the elevator had stopped just in time, and he could barely contain his urge.Ron drew a breath behind him.

Harry looked up. It was Mr. Weasley who had entered.He seemed to be in good spirits, and with a stack of papers under one arm, he gave Harry a hard look behind him, gave Harry the same look, then turned and stood on the other side of the door .

Well, at least he wasn't directly ignored like Snape was.Harry thought to himself mockingly.

One side of Arthur's eyes was covered with a black cloth, but his face was kind, and the black cloth made him look like an old pirate captain who had grown very nice after retirement.The breathless pain came again, and Harry clasped his hands tightly together.

Unlike Arthur Weasley, who believed that Snape didn't exist, Snape didn't seem to have any intention of ignoring him.He looked Arthur up and down, and sneered mockingly.

"How does it feel to have only one eye left? If you decide not to serve Dumbledore after Potter killed him, it is a very smart thing to do, Arthur. I can guarantee you will not Get hurt—of course, if you do decide to follow us."

"It's none of your business whether I'm still a member of the Order, Snape," said Arthur, his lips trembling. "If you're making such a detour just to ask where Harry is, I don't know. Whatever news you have about him, I'd rather be glad to hear he's killed some Death Eater."

"Of course, I'm sure you'll be more than happy to hear that the protective spell in Grimmauld Place was broken this morning," Snape said with a smirk. It's going to last forever, don't you think?"

Mr. Weasley's face and bald head were flushed with anger.He stared and said nothing.

At this moment the elevator stopped.Snape saluted gracefully and left.Arthur turned his head, glared at Harry and Ron again, and walked out of the elevator.

"Bless Merlin! My dad shouldn't have tried to piss him off! Luckily he didn't do anything." Ron moaned, "And why am I being stared at by my own dad? Stupid face?"

"That's not the problem," said Harry, hearing his voice tremble. "What did Snape say? The protective spell in Grimmauld Place? How is that possible?"

"Maybe he's trying to scare my dad?" said Ron. "If they wanted to break through the defenses, they would have come. They wouldn't have let us stay there for so many days."

Harry shook his head.He had the feeling that Snape recognized him.Snape couldn't possibly help them - but why not?He didn't even tell Voldemort the list of members of the Order of the Phoenix. Arthur's ability to go to work is the best proof.Why was he suddenly here, bringing up the Order of the Phoenix in front of his fellow Death Eaters?

He must have discovered his identity - Merlin!He had just looked straight into his eyes for so long!

no.thought Harry.It had to be done before Snape left—

Ron gave Harry a tug.

"—oh, what did you say?"

"Harry! You can't be distracted anymore! We've been in the elevator for too long, and it might be the first floor when the door opens. I guess Umbridge won't be on the fourth floor, so just start from the first floor—"

His words stopped.In front of the opened elevator doors, Umbridge was standing in her pink sweater.She wore the golden Horcrux locket on her chest, and held the document in her hand, her chest was raised high.Behind her stood two wizards with papers, and Thicknesse, the new Minister for Magic.Harry found that he hated the current minister more than Scrimgeour, with a sly philistine air about him.Thicknesses wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, turned around and staggered away.

"Mafalda's gone down to the first floor," said Umbridge, stepping into the elevator. "With her taking notes, we can start right away."

Harry's heart sank at Umbridge's words.If Hermione was stuck in court and the Polyjuice Potion didn't work... all their reconnaissance and deduction hadn't anticipated that at all.Before he knew it, he had dragged Ron out of the elevator and looked back at Umbridge.The words flowed out of his mouth as if being manipulated: "I have something I want to talk to you alone."

"What, Runcorn?" Umbridge didn't seem to leave the elevator at all. "There are still ten people below waiting for my trial—"

"His wife's still waiting down there, isn't she?" Harry tried to hold back the disgust as the rude words came out of his mouth, "He's got something to say. You know, those bastards down there aren't worth it..."

Seeing that the elevator doors were about to close, Harry stretched out a hand and roughly dragged Umbridge out of the elevator.

"He's been begging me like hell, and I think I should at least get him into your hands," said Harry, as Ron was dragged by him, pale with empathy. "Maybe we should sit in your office?" he remembered Mundungus's description of Umbridge's greed for money added: "It was not easy for me to bring him here myself, he still has some interesting things in his hand."

Perhaps it was Harry's ferocious appearance that intimidated Umbridge, or maybe it was the price that attracted her.She puffed her eyes, and after half a minute gave Ron a hard look, she turned and walked to the end of the corridor.Harry followed Umbridge, with a thick purple carpet under his feet, and the shiny wooden doors on both sides seemed to gradually move closer to enclose them.He fought back a suffocating sense of dread as Ron walked aside, his breath coming and going.

They stopped in front of the inner wooden door.Umbridge turned the handle and stepped inside.In the next second, Harry quickly drew out his wand. He still couldn't spell silently, so he could only keep his voice down as low as possible.Ron closed the door tightly behind him.

Harry turned around and smiled; he and Ron rarely got along so well.But maybe it's because they rarely have the opportunity to cooperate like this.Thinking of how many such battles there might be in the future, Harry felt his stomach sinking while feeling excited.

Ron locked the door and helped Harry drag Umbridge behind her desk.Harry roughly ripped the locket from Umbridge's neck and stuffed it inside his robes.His hand holding the wand trembled violently, thinking of what Umbridge had done, he even thought of the Death Curse that he had never used before.

But at the same time, Dumbledore's voice echoed strangely in Harry's head.That was after Sirius fell into the curtain, and Dumbledore said to Voldemort: "In fact, your biggest failure is that you can't understand that there are things worse than death." Thinking of Dumbledore's words, Harry seemed to feel emotional. Like that tone, it became a little calmer.

Yes.There are many things worse than death.Losing parents, losing godfather, losing many important people is a despair deeper than death.Compared with such pain, death seems like a relief.But what could make Umbridge feel worse than death?A Cruciatus?Righteous anger can never achieve the effect of the Unforgivable Curse, but Harry can't let the evil power occupy all of him.Whether he wants to admit it or not, justice and courage flow in his blood.Even if everyone hurt him, it would be difficult for him to retaliate with the same intensity.

But if justice is always merciful, how can evil be punished thoroughly?

Ron stood beside Harry and remained silent.Sunlight poured into the office through the gaps in the blinds, and everything reminded them that the most ordinary life has always been there.Harry pointed his wand at Umbridge's face, and he gritted his teeth, unable to utter a single syllable with all his strength.

At this moment, the piercing air defense siren sounded. "Harry!" Ron yelled sharply.

Harry raised his wand.He somehow felt relieved, not really forcing himself to make some decisions.After giving Umbridge a passout, and throwing two prank props at her from his pocket, Harry took one last look at Umbridge to confirm that her face had boiled at a boiling speed. With all kinds of blisters, he turned and ran out of the office of the Deputy Minister of Magic.

The author has something to say: To my colleagues:

First of all, congratulations on seeing this.

From now on, the plot will be changed accordingly based on the main line, and the timeline will also be adjusted.Therefore, I will cancel SS's appearance description. After this episode is over, it is difficult to see him, and Xiaoha's feeling for him has also begun to change.Maybe some chapters still don't see him, but not for this long. LoveLove will take a long time, but I guarantee that this article will be about healing.Well, the healing system I understand should not be too different from the healing system that everyone understands, right? Lol.

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