[SSHP] End of life
Chapter 38
Harry thought he'd be duped, thought if that person wasn't Sirius.But he never imagined that this man would be Snape.Snape turned and pointed his wand at Harry. His back was turned to the light, and Harry could only make out his sharp eyes in the blurred outline.
The bright moonlight shone into the forest, and the slightly swaying shadows of the trees reflected on Harry's face.Snape saw clearly that the person lying on the ground was Harry, and lowered his wrist slightly, still in a vigilant posture.
Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out.He knew that he must be stupid to look stunned now, but he didn't know what expression to make.His wand had been knocked aside and fell into the thick snow, and all he could see was the little trace it had left on the smooth surface when it flew sideways into the snow, and the slanted Deep snow pits.And the person with the weapon in his hand was guarding him with all his might!Didn't he block all his spells half a year ago as if nothing had happened?What is he afraid of?If it was Sirius, he would have screamed desperately and rushed over to hug his godson, instead of being wary of everyone under the absolute advantage like this Death Eater.The cunning of the damned Death Eaters.
The gap between imagination and reality made Harry feel extremely disappointed, and disappointment quickly turned into anger.With a sneer, he slowly stood up, raised his head, and looked at the person who was a lot taller than him with complete contempt.
Snape had withdrawn his hand, the expression on his face changed from surprise to gloom, and finally became calm.The silver-white doe was still lingering affectionately by his side, looking at Harry with soft eyes.The scene didn't feel harmonious to Harry now.Pure and evil stood side by side, he only felt extremely weird.
Perhaps it was the hazy shadow that gave Harry the courage to look into Snape's deep, dark eyes without fear.He was no longer the little boy in first year who cowered at Snape's taunts.Why is Snape here?He hadn't done it, which Harry was almost sure meant he was still a hidden member of the Order.But he didn't say anything, like Dumbledore didn't say anything!They all wanted Harry Potter to defeat Voldemort, but they didn't even give him the most basic trust!He looked into Snape's eyes.
Snape pursed his lips, didn't jinx Harry, just looked back at him.After a few seconds, he looked away and retracted his wand.Harry guessed he wanted to Apparate.
Snape wants to run?Instinctively, Harry raised his hand as if he was still holding his wand, and shouted, "Except..."
Snape also seemed to have forgotten that Harry didn't have a wand in his hand.His spell hit Harry again, still a small spell that didn't do much real damage, but the speed and the power of the spell were enough to crush all of Harry's pride from Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Harry was hit in the chest by the curse and fell to the ground.The rope of the small dragon skin bag around his neck was broken. He reached out to grab it, but he missed it and accidentally tore open the mouth of the bag.
Because it was so full, many things slid out in mid-air.What fell on the ground was a fragment of half a wand, a glass bottle containing memories, a small cushion, a piece of sugar wrapper, and the remaining half of the letter fell flat on the snow beside the cushion.The Snitch was so heavy that it rolled down and made a deep hole in the snow.
Harry looked at the little cushion on the floor.It was shrunken, and looked like a broken, soggy rectangular biscuit.He suddenly felt very wronged, not angry, but purely wronged.The mat fell on the icy snow, like the loving hands of his parents reaching out to him, falling powerlessly from death, reminding him of his own childhood that seemed like an utter tragedy.All were condescending, offering him false sympathy or, worse, insulting taunts.Even if it's bullying and ridicule... He doesn't even have a home now.He is an adult, and his tragedy continues.
Harry pounced and grabbed the little cushion, standing up trembling, his eyes burning.He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word, just twitched his lips and stared at Snape.
Snape looked slightly confused by Harry's sudden mood swing.He put down his wand and narrowed his eyes.When his eyes fell on the letter paper on the floor, a slightly astonished expression could not be restrained on the face that had been wearing a mask since the moment we met.
Harry started running forward.He stepped over the shard of his wand, and the thing he had loved more than his life seemed less important now.Something round on the sole of his foot hit him, probably the golden snitch that rolled aside just now.Let Dumbledore's guessing game go to hell.He continued to run, then lunged straight at Snape.Without a wand in his hand, he raised his fist and slammed it with all his might into Snape's face.
Maybe it was because he had grown taller, maybe it was because he had imagined Snape too tall, Harry had misjudged Snape's height.The forward speed was too fast, his almost frozen body failed to stop in time, Harry's fist brushed past Snape's ear, and he crashed into Snape's arms.Snape took a step back.
"Didn't you come to find me? Didn't you want to kill me? Do it, you coward!"
Snape frowned - not raised.He didn't speak.Harry found his voice hoarse and hoarse, like the howling of an animal from his chest.He was startled by the sound of his own voice.
Time seemed to go back to that night half a year ago, except that Harry couldn't touch the human entity at that time.But now he could do it, at least for a while before Snape killed him with a jinx.A second counts as a second.
His own wand was broken, and Hermione's wand, which didn't quite obey, had fallen in the snow as well.Harry couldn't use a spell without a wand; so every attack now, it can be said to be earned.
Harry threw another punch, this time aimed precisely at Snape's nose, but Snape avoided it.Harry took a step forward, fisting at Snape's chest, and this time he didn't duck.
After discovering the fact that Snape would never dodge or fight back as long as his attack was not aimed at the face or where it would leave obvious marks, Harry decided to use brute force to fight the man in front of him.
He doesn't have a wand, but the strength and explosiveness of Hogwarts First Seeker after countless trainings is more than what it looks like.The night Dumbledore died, Harry fantasized that he could defeat the enemy he hated, and even in the past days, his suspicion—even trust, gradually became more than hatred, he never gave up beating Sneaker. Pu Yitong's thoughts.
He now finally has his chance.
His enemies are having a bad time.He was so thin, he looked malnourished and thin, as if he would fly away if he punched him.But now that he really came into contact with this man, Harry realized that he was far more stable and reliable than he had imagined.He was a little shorter than Sirius, but with the same broad shoulders, and when he straightened his back expressionlessly, he looked so indestructible.He is like a cold and hard rock, if he stands in front of someone, it is absolute protection - unless he is broken.
No.How could this person let it go?Even shattering him, his razor-sharp shards would fly out and seriously injure his opponent.He has done exactly that countless times.
Ron had always thought of Snape as a cunning, mean, human weasel.But Harry knew that he wasn't in fifth year, and if he wasn't acting so phony and an asshole, he certainly wasn't now.He's not neurotic at all.He was tall, cold and commanding, so composed that Harry began to miss him.
Snape didn't move, didn't even raise his wand to his nose, just looked at him with disdain.Harry had no appetite for the night and had only a small piece of dry bread, hungry and cold, with no strength left.He was tugging at Snape's collar - not so much tugging as he was grabbing Snape's cloak for support, keeping himself upright.
"Aren't you proud? Kill me like Dumbledore, Death Eater." Harry gasped, repeating what he had been yelling just now.Compared with the hoarse shouting just now, his voice at this moment is very low, almost numb.
Snape grabbed Harry by the collar with his left hand—Harry was so thickly dressed, he only managed to grab the outer two sweaters—and lifted Harry up.Harry wanted to raise his head to look at him, but Snape shook it hard, and Harry's weak fingers couldn't grasp Snape's clothes, and he fell to the cold snow, his hips hurting from the fall.
Snape raised his wand at Harry.His hand made a simple gesture, one that was forgotten - only one spell away.
Harry didn't move, he didn't have the strength to fight back.Nostalgia, despair, grievance, resentment, many emotions washed over him, he just looked up at Snape's face, waiting for the spell or the silent spell.However, Snape seemed to be thinking about something, he looked into Harry's eyes, and after a few seconds, he put his hand down again.He didn't button the hood of his cloak again, and walked past Harry without looking at it, as if what he had just thrown on the ground was a piece of worthless garbage.
Harry put his hands on the ground.He tried to stand up, but felt exhausted and fell back down again.The excessive yelling just now drained the last bit of his strength, and his voice was completely hoarse.He covered his face.
There is a slight sound of stepping on the snow.Snape really did nothing.He left without answering any questions.
"You're right! You're damn right! I'm just a stupid, conceited little boy with mediocre abilities who can't do anything! I can't even destroy a locket in months! That prophecy was wrong Yes! You bet on the wrong person! What are you doing here? What did Dumbledore tell you? You didn't tell me anything, but you wanted me to follow the route you drew! You might as well be a death eater Gangster, kill me, and your master will reward you for licking his shoes!"
He couldn't be more clear.If he still doesn't get his words out, he's going to miss another chance.Maybe it's the only chance.But he didn't know what to say and what to say, and he didn't know whether he wanted to ask questions, vent, or try to keep him.All he knew was that he didn't want to pick up the wand, and even if Snape didn't resist at all, he didn't want to kill him at all.He decided to go to hell with all his rhetoric after Dumbledore's death.
The moonlight is blue, and from time to time, tiny snow particles fall from the branches, shining with fine crystal light.Maybe because he thought too much about Snape, the man standing in front of him had a strange intimacy.This was the only link between him and his possible refuges, past and present, and future ones.
The man who was as silent as a mountain suddenly stopped and turned around.Looking at each other, he opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, paused for a while, but finally closed them again.
The moon is almost sinking.Under the cold light, the man's deep black eyes were very bright.He raised his hand and dropped the two bottles, gave Harry a final deep look, flicked his wand with a somewhat strange expression, and with a slight pop, he disappeared on the spot.In the clearing by the lake, there was only the sentence "Don't go!" that Harry yelled out hoarsely at the last moment—that sentence was absorbed by the snow almost as soon as it came out, as if it didn't belong to Gryffindor. Weakness and non-Slytherin mildness never existed.
After the man left for a long time, Harry turned his head slowly.He kept turning his head for too long, his neck seemed to be covered with a thick layer of plaster, stiff and painful.The silver light similar to moonlight was flowing around him, Harry turned his head in the opposite direction, and there was a crisp sound from his cervical spine.
Snape was gone, but the doe remained where she was.Harry didn't know if Snape left it on purpose, or why it was wandering here, but he was still strongly attracted and wanted to get close to it.He didn't want to think about how Snape's Patronus made him feel that way - he was sure it was a Patronus now.In the silent forest, with the exhaustion of venting his emotions just now, he just wanted to follow his instinct.
He lived nearly 18 years, and there were too many things that could not follow his own nature.Everyone wants him to be a savior, and they all ask him to be careful in everything and everything, but he insists on facing danger, and no one can control him!Even if it is death!Harry got up, and with some vengeful pleasure, he walked over to the doe who was watching him silently.
Step by step he advanced, and the doe did not move.As it got closer, the Patronus gave him a greater sense of security, so comfortable, so gentle... as if its silver light shone on the last sanctuary in the world.It gazed into his eyes so lovingly, as if imagining what a mother should be like.Harry's throat was clogged, and he couldn't speak, and he raised a hand to touch it.He took another step forward, and the soles of his shoes made a slight sound as they stepped on the snow.
Just before his fingers touched the doe, the doe left him.It took two steps to the side, looked back at him, Harry followed, and it led him to the edge of the lake.The lake was icy, and the doe hopped lightly on it, hopping around a certain point on the lake, as if doing a beautiful dance, and at last came rushing towards him, circling around, with a cloud of smoke. The silver light jumped into the sky and disappeared.Harry watched it disappear into mid-air, until the little bits of silver flakes were completely melted into the darkness, then walked back to where he was just now, picked up the wand, and found all the things that fell on the ground.What Snape gave him was a bottle of potions, and he opened the lid to see that it was a bottle of Polyjuice Potion brewed to perfection.In the other bottle were a few strands of hair.He stuffed the two bottles into the pouch.
"Back to normal," he whispered, pointing his wand at the leather strap of the pouch, and since the wand wasn't very obedient, he had to use the spell twice.He then hung the repaired bag back around his neck and walked back to the lake.
Without the bright silver light, what is shining at the bottom of the lake can be seen clearly.Harry leaned over, and through the ice, the sword of Gryffindor was lying there. The soft silver light alternated between light and dark, giving it a kind of icy warmth.
Harry straightened up.Two opposing feelings reminded him of Snape's eyes.He knew that he was a bit clumsy in interpersonal communication, but even so, he also knew that one's eyes could not deceive others.Snape's eyes were calm and deep, and the color looked very cold, but it was strangely like a sword lying at the bottom of the lake, making Harry feel solid and reliable.
Harry turned his head and glanced in the direction Snape had left.He secretly hoped that Snape hadn't actually left, but had been hiding and guarding him.By now, adding any companion would make him feel at ease, let alone Snape - he was so powerful that even with the addition of Ron and Hermione, Harry didn't have the confidence to last more than half a minute in his hands.
Harry sighed.He found himself like a child who, after pouring out his anger, sorrow, and fear for the future, left nothing in his heart.He stood with his head down for a while, sighed again, pointed his wand at the silver sword, and whispered, "The sword is flying!"
There was no movement at all, which was expected by Harry.If it was really that simple, Snape might as well have summoned the sword and threw it to him when he saw him, instead of letting the sword lie in the depths of the frozen lake like this.He tried hard to think about how the sword was passed to him last time.At that time he was in a particularly dangerous situation and he wanted help.
"Help me—help me!" he whispered, but the sword remained at the bottom of the lake, motionless.
Harry looked around the woods to make sure no one was coming to attack him at this time.If someone was going to attack, he had too many chances as he passed through the forest and observed the icy lake.If they were really there, there may be two reasons for not attacking. First, the surrounding environment is too inappropriate.Second, maybe Snape got them all.In any case, he still had some time to figure out how to get his hands on the sword.
What had Dumbledore told him the last time he got the sword?Only a true Gryffindor could pull it out of the hat.So what qualities should define a Gryffindor?A very small voice came from inside Harry's head and answered the question.The answer is that courage and chivalry are the qualities a true Gryffindor should have.
Harry sighed in despair and began to undress.The water must be cold, he had no desire to go in, but he couldn't let Hermione do it either.Not having Hermione replace him was probably a form of chivalry, he thought to himself, mockingly.
During the Triwizard Tournament, he originally had more opportunities to learn how to move freely in the cold water, but he chose the simplest one—perhaps the most deadly one according to his cognition at the time. Pu there stole the gill sac grass.Snape had been the most terrifying test for them back then.He didn't make good use of this opportunity to learn more and more comprehensive spells. He flew over dragons with a broom and rescued treasures with herbs, none of which were the results of his learning.He regrets it now.He couldn't imagine how many sighs the members of the Order of the Phoenix let out when they saw him pass the testing method, how much he failed Dumbledore's expectations.
He doesn't know how to make a head-cure, nor can he turn his head into a shark.And although Snape had given him the Polyjuice Potion, the contents of the other bottle were hair, and he was sure there was no part of some aquatic creature in it.Even if Snape had given him gillweed, he wouldn't have had the spell to warm himself up.He would freeze to death underwater.
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The bright moonlight shone into the forest, and the slightly swaying shadows of the trees reflected on Harry's face.Snape saw clearly that the person lying on the ground was Harry, and lowered his wrist slightly, still in a vigilant posture.
Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out.He knew that he must be stupid to look stunned now, but he didn't know what expression to make.His wand had been knocked aside and fell into the thick snow, and all he could see was the little trace it had left on the smooth surface when it flew sideways into the snow, and the slanted Deep snow pits.And the person with the weapon in his hand was guarding him with all his might!Didn't he block all his spells half a year ago as if nothing had happened?What is he afraid of?If it was Sirius, he would have screamed desperately and rushed over to hug his godson, instead of being wary of everyone under the absolute advantage like this Death Eater.The cunning of the damned Death Eaters.
The gap between imagination and reality made Harry feel extremely disappointed, and disappointment quickly turned into anger.With a sneer, he slowly stood up, raised his head, and looked at the person who was a lot taller than him with complete contempt.
Snape had withdrawn his hand, the expression on his face changed from surprise to gloom, and finally became calm.The silver-white doe was still lingering affectionately by his side, looking at Harry with soft eyes.The scene didn't feel harmonious to Harry now.Pure and evil stood side by side, he only felt extremely weird.
Perhaps it was the hazy shadow that gave Harry the courage to look into Snape's deep, dark eyes without fear.He was no longer the little boy in first year who cowered at Snape's taunts.Why is Snape here?He hadn't done it, which Harry was almost sure meant he was still a hidden member of the Order.But he didn't say anything, like Dumbledore didn't say anything!They all wanted Harry Potter to defeat Voldemort, but they didn't even give him the most basic trust!He looked into Snape's eyes.
Snape pursed his lips, didn't jinx Harry, just looked back at him.After a few seconds, he looked away and retracted his wand.Harry guessed he wanted to Apparate.
Snape wants to run?Instinctively, Harry raised his hand as if he was still holding his wand, and shouted, "Except..."
Snape also seemed to have forgotten that Harry didn't have a wand in his hand.His spell hit Harry again, still a small spell that didn't do much real damage, but the speed and the power of the spell were enough to crush all of Harry's pride from Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Harry was hit in the chest by the curse and fell to the ground.The rope of the small dragon skin bag around his neck was broken. He reached out to grab it, but he missed it and accidentally tore open the mouth of the bag.
Because it was so full, many things slid out in mid-air.What fell on the ground was a fragment of half a wand, a glass bottle containing memories, a small cushion, a piece of sugar wrapper, and the remaining half of the letter fell flat on the snow beside the cushion.The Snitch was so heavy that it rolled down and made a deep hole in the snow.
Harry looked at the little cushion on the floor.It was shrunken, and looked like a broken, soggy rectangular biscuit.He suddenly felt very wronged, not angry, but purely wronged.The mat fell on the icy snow, like the loving hands of his parents reaching out to him, falling powerlessly from death, reminding him of his own childhood that seemed like an utter tragedy.All were condescending, offering him false sympathy or, worse, insulting taunts.Even if it's bullying and ridicule... He doesn't even have a home now.He is an adult, and his tragedy continues.
Harry pounced and grabbed the little cushion, standing up trembling, his eyes burning.He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word, just twitched his lips and stared at Snape.
Snape looked slightly confused by Harry's sudden mood swing.He put down his wand and narrowed his eyes.When his eyes fell on the letter paper on the floor, a slightly astonished expression could not be restrained on the face that had been wearing a mask since the moment we met.
Harry started running forward.He stepped over the shard of his wand, and the thing he had loved more than his life seemed less important now.Something round on the sole of his foot hit him, probably the golden snitch that rolled aside just now.Let Dumbledore's guessing game go to hell.He continued to run, then lunged straight at Snape.Without a wand in his hand, he raised his fist and slammed it with all his might into Snape's face.
Maybe it was because he had grown taller, maybe it was because he had imagined Snape too tall, Harry had misjudged Snape's height.The forward speed was too fast, his almost frozen body failed to stop in time, Harry's fist brushed past Snape's ear, and he crashed into Snape's arms.Snape took a step back.
"Didn't you come to find me? Didn't you want to kill me? Do it, you coward!"
Snape frowned - not raised.He didn't speak.Harry found his voice hoarse and hoarse, like the howling of an animal from his chest.He was startled by the sound of his own voice.
Time seemed to go back to that night half a year ago, except that Harry couldn't touch the human entity at that time.But now he could do it, at least for a while before Snape killed him with a jinx.A second counts as a second.
His own wand was broken, and Hermione's wand, which didn't quite obey, had fallen in the snow as well.Harry couldn't use a spell without a wand; so every attack now, it can be said to be earned.
Harry threw another punch, this time aimed precisely at Snape's nose, but Snape avoided it.Harry took a step forward, fisting at Snape's chest, and this time he didn't duck.
After discovering the fact that Snape would never dodge or fight back as long as his attack was not aimed at the face or where it would leave obvious marks, Harry decided to use brute force to fight the man in front of him.
He doesn't have a wand, but the strength and explosiveness of Hogwarts First Seeker after countless trainings is more than what it looks like.The night Dumbledore died, Harry fantasized that he could defeat the enemy he hated, and even in the past days, his suspicion—even trust, gradually became more than hatred, he never gave up beating Sneaker. Pu Yitong's thoughts.
He now finally has his chance.
His enemies are having a bad time.He was so thin, he looked malnourished and thin, as if he would fly away if he punched him.But now that he really came into contact with this man, Harry realized that he was far more stable and reliable than he had imagined.He was a little shorter than Sirius, but with the same broad shoulders, and when he straightened his back expressionlessly, he looked so indestructible.He is like a cold and hard rock, if he stands in front of someone, it is absolute protection - unless he is broken.
No.How could this person let it go?Even shattering him, his razor-sharp shards would fly out and seriously injure his opponent.He has done exactly that countless times.
Ron had always thought of Snape as a cunning, mean, human weasel.But Harry knew that he wasn't in fifth year, and if he wasn't acting so phony and an asshole, he certainly wasn't now.He's not neurotic at all.He was tall, cold and commanding, so composed that Harry began to miss him.
Snape didn't move, didn't even raise his wand to his nose, just looked at him with disdain.Harry had no appetite for the night and had only a small piece of dry bread, hungry and cold, with no strength left.He was tugging at Snape's collar - not so much tugging as he was grabbing Snape's cloak for support, keeping himself upright.
"Aren't you proud? Kill me like Dumbledore, Death Eater." Harry gasped, repeating what he had been yelling just now.Compared with the hoarse shouting just now, his voice at this moment is very low, almost numb.
Snape grabbed Harry by the collar with his left hand—Harry was so thickly dressed, he only managed to grab the outer two sweaters—and lifted Harry up.Harry wanted to raise his head to look at him, but Snape shook it hard, and Harry's weak fingers couldn't grasp Snape's clothes, and he fell to the cold snow, his hips hurting from the fall.
Snape raised his wand at Harry.His hand made a simple gesture, one that was forgotten - only one spell away.
Harry didn't move, he didn't have the strength to fight back.Nostalgia, despair, grievance, resentment, many emotions washed over him, he just looked up at Snape's face, waiting for the spell or the silent spell.However, Snape seemed to be thinking about something, he looked into Harry's eyes, and after a few seconds, he put his hand down again.He didn't button the hood of his cloak again, and walked past Harry without looking at it, as if what he had just thrown on the ground was a piece of worthless garbage.
Harry put his hands on the ground.He tried to stand up, but felt exhausted and fell back down again.The excessive yelling just now drained the last bit of his strength, and his voice was completely hoarse.He covered his face.
There is a slight sound of stepping on the snow.Snape really did nothing.He left without answering any questions.
"You're right! You're damn right! I'm just a stupid, conceited little boy with mediocre abilities who can't do anything! I can't even destroy a locket in months! That prophecy was wrong Yes! You bet on the wrong person! What are you doing here? What did Dumbledore tell you? You didn't tell me anything, but you wanted me to follow the route you drew! You might as well be a death eater Gangster, kill me, and your master will reward you for licking his shoes!"
He couldn't be more clear.If he still doesn't get his words out, he's going to miss another chance.Maybe it's the only chance.But he didn't know what to say and what to say, and he didn't know whether he wanted to ask questions, vent, or try to keep him.All he knew was that he didn't want to pick up the wand, and even if Snape didn't resist at all, he didn't want to kill him at all.He decided to go to hell with all his rhetoric after Dumbledore's death.
The moonlight is blue, and from time to time, tiny snow particles fall from the branches, shining with fine crystal light.Maybe because he thought too much about Snape, the man standing in front of him had a strange intimacy.This was the only link between him and his possible refuges, past and present, and future ones.
The man who was as silent as a mountain suddenly stopped and turned around.Looking at each other, he opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, paused for a while, but finally closed them again.
The moon is almost sinking.Under the cold light, the man's deep black eyes were very bright.He raised his hand and dropped the two bottles, gave Harry a final deep look, flicked his wand with a somewhat strange expression, and with a slight pop, he disappeared on the spot.In the clearing by the lake, there was only the sentence "Don't go!" that Harry yelled out hoarsely at the last moment—that sentence was absorbed by the snow almost as soon as it came out, as if it didn't belong to Gryffindor. Weakness and non-Slytherin mildness never existed.
After the man left for a long time, Harry turned his head slowly.He kept turning his head for too long, his neck seemed to be covered with a thick layer of plaster, stiff and painful.The silver light similar to moonlight was flowing around him, Harry turned his head in the opposite direction, and there was a crisp sound from his cervical spine.
Snape was gone, but the doe remained where she was.Harry didn't know if Snape left it on purpose, or why it was wandering here, but he was still strongly attracted and wanted to get close to it.He didn't want to think about how Snape's Patronus made him feel that way - he was sure it was a Patronus now.In the silent forest, with the exhaustion of venting his emotions just now, he just wanted to follow his instinct.
He lived nearly 18 years, and there were too many things that could not follow his own nature.Everyone wants him to be a savior, and they all ask him to be careful in everything and everything, but he insists on facing danger, and no one can control him!Even if it is death!Harry got up, and with some vengeful pleasure, he walked over to the doe who was watching him silently.
Step by step he advanced, and the doe did not move.As it got closer, the Patronus gave him a greater sense of security, so comfortable, so gentle... as if its silver light shone on the last sanctuary in the world.It gazed into his eyes so lovingly, as if imagining what a mother should be like.Harry's throat was clogged, and he couldn't speak, and he raised a hand to touch it.He took another step forward, and the soles of his shoes made a slight sound as they stepped on the snow.
Just before his fingers touched the doe, the doe left him.It took two steps to the side, looked back at him, Harry followed, and it led him to the edge of the lake.The lake was icy, and the doe hopped lightly on it, hopping around a certain point on the lake, as if doing a beautiful dance, and at last came rushing towards him, circling around, with a cloud of smoke. The silver light jumped into the sky and disappeared.Harry watched it disappear into mid-air, until the little bits of silver flakes were completely melted into the darkness, then walked back to where he was just now, picked up the wand, and found all the things that fell on the ground.What Snape gave him was a bottle of potions, and he opened the lid to see that it was a bottle of Polyjuice Potion brewed to perfection.In the other bottle were a few strands of hair.He stuffed the two bottles into the pouch.
"Back to normal," he whispered, pointing his wand at the leather strap of the pouch, and since the wand wasn't very obedient, he had to use the spell twice.He then hung the repaired bag back around his neck and walked back to the lake.
Without the bright silver light, what is shining at the bottom of the lake can be seen clearly.Harry leaned over, and through the ice, the sword of Gryffindor was lying there. The soft silver light alternated between light and dark, giving it a kind of icy warmth.
Harry straightened up.Two opposing feelings reminded him of Snape's eyes.He knew that he was a bit clumsy in interpersonal communication, but even so, he also knew that one's eyes could not deceive others.Snape's eyes were calm and deep, and the color looked very cold, but it was strangely like a sword lying at the bottom of the lake, making Harry feel solid and reliable.
Harry turned his head and glanced in the direction Snape had left.He secretly hoped that Snape hadn't actually left, but had been hiding and guarding him.By now, adding any companion would make him feel at ease, let alone Snape - he was so powerful that even with the addition of Ron and Hermione, Harry didn't have the confidence to last more than half a minute in his hands.
Harry sighed.He found himself like a child who, after pouring out his anger, sorrow, and fear for the future, left nothing in his heart.He stood with his head down for a while, sighed again, pointed his wand at the silver sword, and whispered, "The sword is flying!"
There was no movement at all, which was expected by Harry.If it was really that simple, Snape might as well have summoned the sword and threw it to him when he saw him, instead of letting the sword lie in the depths of the frozen lake like this.He tried hard to think about how the sword was passed to him last time.At that time he was in a particularly dangerous situation and he wanted help.
"Help me—help me!" he whispered, but the sword remained at the bottom of the lake, motionless.
Harry looked around the woods to make sure no one was coming to attack him at this time.If someone was going to attack, he had too many chances as he passed through the forest and observed the icy lake.If they were really there, there may be two reasons for not attacking. First, the surrounding environment is too inappropriate.Second, maybe Snape got them all.In any case, he still had some time to figure out how to get his hands on the sword.
What had Dumbledore told him the last time he got the sword?Only a true Gryffindor could pull it out of the hat.So what qualities should define a Gryffindor?A very small voice came from inside Harry's head and answered the question.The answer is that courage and chivalry are the qualities a true Gryffindor should have.
Harry sighed in despair and began to undress.The water must be cold, he had no desire to go in, but he couldn't let Hermione do it either.Not having Hermione replace him was probably a form of chivalry, he thought to himself, mockingly.
During the Triwizard Tournament, he originally had more opportunities to learn how to move freely in the cold water, but he chose the simplest one—perhaps the most deadly one according to his cognition at the time. Pu there stole the gill sac grass.Snape had been the most terrifying test for them back then.He didn't make good use of this opportunity to learn more and more comprehensive spells. He flew over dragons with a broom and rescued treasures with herbs, none of which were the results of his learning.He regrets it now.He couldn't imagine how many sighs the members of the Order of the Phoenix let out when they saw him pass the testing method, how much he failed Dumbledore's expectations.
He doesn't know how to make a head-cure, nor can he turn his head into a shark.And although Snape had given him the Polyjuice Potion, the contents of the other bottle were hair, and he was sure there was no part of some aquatic creature in it.Even if Snape had given him gillweed, he wouldn't have had the spell to warm himself up.He would freeze to death underwater.
The author has something to say: I have a lot of things to do today, and now I am so sleepy that I have a headache, and I still feel like vomiting.
So this chapter is not particularly rigorously reviewed... please bear with me if there is something uncomfortable to read.I'll look back and see what's wrong with me, and then I'll make some changes, laughing.
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