[SSHP] End of life

When Hermione came back, Harry was looking up ancient runes one by one with a dictionary.He looked up at the tear-stained Hermione, not surprised that she had returned to the tent alone.Hermione's expression was very apologetic, and tears welled up again when she saw Harry's face.

"Sorry, Harry, I couldn't keep Ron..."

"Hermione, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry for leading you to suffer without any executable plan." Harry said, and he felt a strange calm when he said the words, "Wes was the one who was hurt the most by me." The Lai family. Ron will worry about his relatives and leave, which is all expected. You also have parents, if you choose to leave, I will not blame you for not making it to the end. "

"Harry, how can you say such a thing!" Hermione looked even more sad than when Ron left, "You asked Ron to trust more, but you also don't trust me! You think I will leaving you alone?"

"I don't mean that," said Harry, "just because I'm the boy mentioned in the prophecy, the chosen one, and you're my friends, I'm involved. If it wasn't for me, Rob Eun will continue to go to school, you can go to Australia with your parents. But now you are not only not eating enough, not sleeping well, but also separated from your parents. I just feel sorry."

"Don't say that, Harry," Hermione said, sobbing, "I never thought of you as something special, you are just my friend, and helping friends is a matter of course. I know Ron's leaving It's a big blow to you, but I'm not leaving, absolutely not. Let's be optimistic, two live one, right? As long as we keep at it, we'll win."

Harry smiled.He deeply knows that hope is not necessarily what is left in the end.But even if there is only obsession, he will continue to persist.Until the end, no one knows the ending.

If only Hermione could keep thinking like this, Harry thought.If one day he can no longer cheer himself up, there is another person to encourage him, and he may be able to cheer up a little in his despair.

The day before had been Harry's vigil, this day it was supposed to be Ron's turn.But looking at Hermione, who was obviously hit hard, Harry felt that he should keep watch for another night, and let Hermione rest for the night to sort out his mood.Hermione's current state is not suitable for vigil, her eyes are always looking at the ground, and Harry always feels that she looks chaotic.

He silently made a pot of tea for Hermione, lit his wand and went out.The thick book bumped against his legs in his pocket, and he figured he should give it back to Hermione, leaving just the paper.If this continues, sooner or later his leg will be broken by this thing.

In the past few months, he has spent no less than ten hours on this parchment.Perhaps it was because the spells written on the paper were too difficult to understand, and it was more likely that his grades in ancient runes were too poor, and there were not many parts that he could barely understand.He could only tell that what was written on the paper was a life-related magic that required the fusion of blood, other than that, he couldn't deduce any more information after racking his brains.As for whether the spell has been completed, or how it works, he has no way of finding out.Since he started school, he often felt that memorization was useless, but this piece of paper made him feel for the first time that he had spent six years studying at Hogwarts for nothing.

Instead of continuing to study the paper, he circled aimlessly around the tent.I don't know when it started, another snow fell.He raised his head and watched the snowflakes falling down from the black sky as if they had suddenly appeared.

He followed the direction in which the snowflakes came, and unconsciously walked out along the river.Not thirty feet from their tents were the trails of campfires, thin branches and ash furrowing the snow.

Harry bent down and put his hands close to the ashes, which were freezing cold.He sighed, intending to continue walking upstream.After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that Dean and the others said they would camp on the mountain. If he walked too far, he might be seen by them, so he had to go back into the forest.

There is a thin layer of snow on the edge of the forest.In the interior of the forest, most of the dead leaves are still dry, probably because the sparse snowflakes are hidden by the branches.Harry walked in a wide circle around the approximate location of the tent, and after a while, he heard the sound of trampling leaves and dead branches.He dodged alertly behind a tree, drew his wand and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

Half a minute later, Harry watched in amazement as Hermione stumbled towards him.Her face was full of tears, and she grabbed his shoulder: "Harry, don't leave me to take risks! I thought you were gone!"

Harry couldn't describe his mood.His always independent and strong friend cried twice in just a few hours, and he looked at Hermione's face with a sore nose.

There are still a few hours until dawn.Harry took Hermione's hands off his shoulders and grabbed them, pulling Hermione into the tent.He hummed the theme song from Titanic and gestured invitingly to Hermione.

Seconds later, Hermione smiled through tears.She joined in Harry's humming while sniffling, sniffling once in a while, and continued humming the sad yet warm tune.The two slowly rotated in the center of the tent. Although they were not good at dancing, no one minded that the other stepped on their feet at this time.

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During the week and a half that Ron was away, the two moved several places.The weather has not been cloudy or sunny, and it snows almost every night, stopping at dawn the next day.Fortunately, the two have been encouraging each other, and this gloomy weather has not become the source of their anxiety for the time being.

On the last day of November, the two came to another forest and decided to spend a day or two at the top of the cliff.They pitched their tent among the bare boulders, and Harry stood guard at the edge.Ever since the nights when Hermione ran out crying to find him, he had always been careful not to stray too far from the tent during his vigil.

At 02:30, the sky was already dark and gloomy.Harry raised his head, and what he saw seemed to be a plane, and large fluffy snowflakes kept piercing through this plane and appeared in his field of vision.Even though there was no wind, the snowflakes fell obliquely, looking very heavy.

Hermione was making simple food in the tent, Harry said to help, but Hermione refused and rushed aside.She always felt so guilty about Ron leaving, it seemed like it was all her fault.But Harry preferred to cook himself, because it kept him from thinking too much.And—he dared not say it, everything Hermione made was unpalatable.

There was only one thing that comforted Harry.This week, Hermione had stopped secretly crying at the thought of Ron.

He had returned the red book to Hermione.The parchment was sandwiched between the ancient rune dictionary, and it was still placed beside the pillow.He still couldn't fully understand the spell on the paper. He tried to recite the spell several times, but it was difficult to read it fluently, and finally gave up.He really didn't know what the magic spell was for, and why the owner of the paper wanted to study it in the first place.Although the lower right corner is marked with SS, the handwriting on the paper feels very different from the Half-Blood Prince, it is scribbled and manic.If the spell didn't belong to the Half-Blood Prince, it was just a piece of paper - and as for their Potions Master, Harry had never really read his handwriting.

Harry started pulling out the Marauder's Map frequently every cold, snowy night.He felt unspeakably sorry to Ron, and he could only rest assured after confirming that Ron had returned to the warm and comfortable castle-Ron was a pureblood after all, even with Snape and two other Death Eaters around, the school would not be at ease. would be less safe than outside.If only Dumbledore was still there... His eyes drifted unconsciously to the headmaster's office, which was empty.

After Snape becomes the headmaster, it is very possible to show off his power, such as confiscating all the gems of Gryffindor.It must have been something he'd always wanted to do but couldn't do.Harry glanced down and saw the Potions Office, which he never wanted to step into again in his life, and Snape was actually inside the Potions Office.

Harry opened his eyes wide, staring at the map.Snape's name was motionless inside.what is he doingWould he still be able to sleep peacefully at Hogwarts after killing Dumbledore and taking his place?How did he face Dumbledore's portrait?According to what Phineas revealed last time, Dumbledore's portrait is still at Hogwarts, and everything is normal.Apart from the other two Death Eaters, Snape had no companions at school, and the professors and students were sure not to make it easy for him.The relationship between the Death Eaters didn't seem to be good either. In such a big school, Snape could almost be said to be working and living alone.

Harry found that Snape was very close to the fireplace, would his robes be set on fire?Hermione had misjudged him in her first year by ordering his robes.Of course, it wasn't Hermione's fault, Snape was so annoying, and if Harry had asked more people then, he'd bet most of them would think Snape did the bad things.

Snape's name moved.Startled, Harry found his eyesight had wandered.He blinked, narrowed his eyes, and continued looking at Snape's name.Snape himself is greasy, but his name looks good on paper.

"Harry, what are you talking about?" Hermione's voice.She had stepped out of the tent and was pulling on her cloak beside him to take over his watch.

"Be safe. Don't freeze—" said Harry.He pulled Sev back to safety, almost biting his tongue.

Hermione smiled and pushed him into the tent.Harry stroked his chest and turned his gaze back to the Marauder's Map.Compared with just now, the name of the double S has only advanced a little bit, and now it is probably in the middle of the fireplace and the desk.He stopped there again.

what is he doingthought Harry suspiciously.He didn't notice that he had completely lost his original intention of confirming that Ron had arrived safely.The Marauder's Map was still not accurate enough, and he felt the name slowly moving forward, but it didn't seem to.After a while - Harry was sure that Snape had indeed moved, because his name seemed to have gone into another room.The name stayed for a while, and the action began to pick up quickly.He walked out of the potions office and into the headmaster's office.

Harry decided not to look any further.Ginny was in his dormitory, and he felt genuine satisfaction as long as she was sure she was safe.Obsessing with the map every day won't help. Ron will go back when he goes back. If he doesn't go back, he won't be able to find his location even if he misses the map.

But what was Snape doing?He should have been in the principal's office all the time.Why did he stay in the Potions Office when he stopped teaching Potions now?Perhaps he was stealing from Slughorn?Or did he not take away his own cabinet of potion ingredients?Maybe it's because the portraits in the principal's office are all mocking him?Maybe he couldn't face Dumbledore?

So this greasy old bastard still has a more human side?

"No, no. Stop. He can't help us," Harry said to himself, shrugging and folding up the map.Now spying on Snape is useless to what they want to accomplish. The locations where the sword and Horcrux may be hidden have become a long list on paper. In the days to come, they just need to search carefully. up.The best-case scenario would be for Voldemort to die in the spring, and then they could clean up and go back to school in September for their unfinished seventh year.

Now Harry seemed to be starting to feel that school was a good thing.It's okay to have subjects you don't like or have to take exams.As long as you can eat enough, sleep well, and don't worry about unanswered questions, this is the most perfect life.

The author has something to say: It's strange how I couldn't write so smoothly today.

The last thing left is not necessarily hope, from "Pandora Hearts".I think it is very suitable, so I will write it here.