[SSHP] End of life

Harry stuffed the Pensieve back into the cabinet, and after a few seconds, he finally managed to stand up.His tired body could barely support him to continue walking even a step. He supported the table and recalled his second destination - the principal's office in confusion.He was going to ask Dumbledore, to ask Snape—he might be able to stay in the Room of Requirement later on, and give the appearance that he was on the run from time to time.There is security, there is a library, there is a collection of wisdom - he will find more ways to get the last two Horcruxes, and if Voldemort fuses his Horcruxes, then things will be easier...

He didn't know how much time he spent watching the memory, he had to go to the principal's office now.Dumbledore would tell him that Snape could be trusted, and they would tell him whether everything was as he had deduced.Maybe Snape could get the sword back, maybe help him create the poison enough to destroy the Horcruxes.Voldemort was examining his Horcruxes, and he was only getting angrier.Time is running out.He has to go to the principal's office.He was going to see Dumbledore and Snape.

A few minutes later, Harry ran out of breath through several secret passages to the door of the headmaster's office.He's surprised his body hasn't gone on strike. "I'm looking for Snape, let me in!" he demanded, but the two stone gargoyles stood there, making no attempt to slide away to make way for him.He tried the last code before leaving Hogwarts - knocked on the door, and as expected, it had been changed.He changed into Parseltongue again and tried to order the gargoyles to open the door, but the two gargoyles ignored his special privileges in Slytherin and didn't respond at all, like two real rocks.

Harry was starting to get impatient.His body was protesting, telling him to quickly fall to the ground and not get up.He whispered, "Whoever you are working for now, go and tell your master that Harry Potter orders you to open the door!"

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, the gargoyle quietly slid away to the sides, revealing the long stone staircase behind.Harry ran up the stone staircase, his heart beating extremely fast.His head came into the light first, followed by his body.Half a year had passed, except for the desk, all the furnishings in the principal's office remained unchanged. He thought that Snape would follow his style and turn this room into a corpse exhibition hall.

Snape was sitting behind the Headmaster's desk.The side of the desk was facing the door, and Snape was holding a quill in his hand.He glanced over at Harry, not looking surprised at all.

Harry took two steps forward and stood beside a cabinet.He didn't pull out his wand, because Snape didn't immediately pull out his wand to cast him a jinx.He glanced sideways at Dumbledore's portrait, which was still empty.

Snape put down his pen and stood up, approaching Harry.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

Snape glanced at the portrait mockingly: "He doesn't want to see you, so he will naturally hide."

It shouldn't be like this.Harry looked at the portrait framed in enchanted silver.

He wanted Dumbledore to show up and tell him that everything was set up to be a test for him directed by both Dumbledore and Snape.One last test.This was the reason why Snape had never done anything to him.Now that Snape's identity had been exposed by him, it was time for Dumbledore to appear and praise him for finally passing the last trial, and tell him everything, including the follow-up arrangements.But Dumbledore still didn't show up.

But why didn't Snape tell him anything, why didn't he help him?No, he helped him enough.

Harry took one last look at Dumbledore's portrait, and looked up at Snape who had walked around the desk: "Really...is it really Dumbledore you killed?"

"Even if you're wearing glasses, are you still blind?" Snape sneered. "If it wasn't for the circumstances at the time, do you think you would still have the opportunity to stand here and ask me such a stupid question?"

"Now is a good time to shut me up for good," said Harry.

"If you so wish," Snape said.The wand slipped into his hand in an instant, as fast as if he had been holding it the whole time.Harry gritted his teeth at that moment, but he managed to control his conditioned reflex and stood still.

Snape raised his wand, and Harry couldn't tell from the look on his face that he was angry.His eyes were not empty, but Harry couldn't see any emotion in those dark eyes.A few seconds later, as if he had finally determined that Harry, who had been wearing the thorn all the time, was as stupid as a sheep at this moment and decided to continue to sheep no matter what he was treated, Snape put away his wand angrily and let out a cry Slurping and swearing.

"I didn't come to argue with you, sir," said Harry.The moment Snape lowered his hand, the inexplicable emotion that surged in his heart was not sure whether it was reassurance or dependence, and he even went limp from over-relaxation.He took a few steps in Snape's direction: "You-Know-Who is checking his Horcruxes, and if he finds that they're not there...we don't have any more time."

He looked at Snape's face.The man's expression was very calm when he heard the word "Horcrux", obviously he already knew everything.Harry took another step closer to him, looking into those black eyes: "One of them is at Hogwarts, and I came back to get it first. It could be Hufflepuff's gold cup, or it could be a Ravenc Something representative of Law's, but I don't know what it is or where it's-"

He couldn't finish his sentence.Someone shouted the password outside the door, but the gargoyle didn't open it for him, so he began to shout incantations frantically.Harry glanced back at the spiral staircase, slightly dizzy when he turned his head, and subconsciously grabbed Snape's wrist.

Snape shook him off, then grabbed him by the shoulders, dragged him behind the large desk, and pressed down hard.The warmth of his palm pressed against Harry's skin through the thick sweater on his shoulders. Harry resisted the pressure and staggered to his feet, looking straight into Snape's face.

The yelling became more and more manic, and Snape's eyebrows furrowed fiercely: "Squat! You idiot!" He lowered his voice angrily, trying to push Harry under the headmaster's desk.

Harry sat down obediently.Snape's hand on his shoulder had left, but the heat it left on his shoulder seemed to keep warming him, he was shivering from the cold before, but he wasn't now.The headmaster's desk wasn't like this before, Snape changed it into a floor-standing one, and the silverware that dangled and spewed smoke still stood on the table.The table was the largest height, width and depth Harry had ever seen, though he now knew he had grown a lot in the better half of the year in exile.He bent down, trying to hide himself in a space that was too small for him.After getting in, he realized that he couldn't even straighten his hands. He pressed one hand on the wooden board above, bent the other hand and propped his elbow on the side, and moved inside with great effort.

Snape raised one of his boots and kicked Harry's ass so hard that it moved a great distance across the ground.Then he landed on the facing bone of Harry's calf and kicked Harry under the table.The hard toe and sole of the dragonhide boot slammed hard on Harry's bones, tearing his eyes from the pain.The next second, Snape sat down, he moved his chair forward, his knee hit Harry's cheekbone without warning, and Harry's head hit the desk partition, he felt he heard There was a muffled sound, and there was a burst of gold stars in front of my eyes.

The sound of gargoyles sliding.Then, a sound of heavy footsteps quickly approached along the spiral stone staircase. "Snape! You are a good headmaster!" An angry voice sounded.

Even though there were several layers of heavy wood between them, Harry still had the illusion that they were talking face to face.He was thankful that instead of a robe, he was wearing jeans and a jacket that made it easy to move around without worrying about the fabric protruding through the gaps under the desk.Even though he was aware of this, he still moved his body subconsciously, wanting to make sure that he was really not showing any trace.Perhaps thinking that Harry was trying to crawl out, Snape Garrison kneeled down on him, and the bitter-smelling robes rubbed against Harry's skin, making him very painful.But the pain couldn't overwhelm the pain of being clamped between the board and his knees. He felt that the skin on his face was probably broken, and the bones were almost crushed.A bitter and cold breath entered his nostrils, and it was the smell of potions that Snape's robes could never hide.The smell was surprisingly not offensive, and Harry was sure he'd never noticed it before - even though they'd been so close so many times.

why?Probably because that's how humans are.Once an impression is formed, it is difficult to change it.Once resentment starts, all the good things left before will disappear.Besides, the memories between them were really not that good, Snape only saved him once in his first year, and there was a corner of his memory of seeing Snape in his fifth year.It was only this year that he was able to guess Snape's real purpose through his actions, but these were mostly delusions...

"I told you, Amycus." The familiar languid voice above, in a very impatient tone, "don't be so savage. So, what's the urgent need for you to hit me like you're being chased by a werewolf door?"

There was a vague growl that sounded like bared teeth: "I think someone has invaded Hogwarts! Maybe it's that kid Potter!"

"Oh?" The sound of the paper being turned and the table being tapped lightly, "It's a good discovery. Then you can quickly inform the Dark Lord of this matter, and capture Potter, what a great achievement..."

Harry could almost imagine how Snape would keep reading his book or scroll with his head down, tapping his slender fingers on the table, just like his usual annoying look he was familiar with.Snape had two expressions that could make Harry explode in a short time, one was a malicious sneer, and the other was a proud, dismissive sideways glance.Obviously Snape just used the second one.

"Don't think that the master put you in this position, you are really my boss, Snape! You'd better get out of your damn chair now and go find out with us! Aren't you going to continue to give The Dark Lord at work?" Amycus was visibly irritated by Snape's scorn.Because his voice was closer, and almost exploded only a few steps away from Harry, Harry guessed that the Death Eater had probably stepped forward to threaten Snape.

Snape turned his chair slightly.His legs were long, and when he turned sideways, they completely blocked the little gap where Harry might have been exposed.Harry subconsciously studied Snape's robes, and the shoe that had caused him so much trouble just now.The robe and shoes are not too new, but the workmanship is very exquisite.His tunic was thick and woolen.Maybe he didn't just wear one piece of clothing every day, but it was all black and they didn't notice.The boots also looked solid, the edges of the soles were covered with mud, and there were some old and new scars on the upper due to daily wear and splashing of potions.

"You'd better - don't - tell me what to do, Carrow. The Dark Lord won't tell you what work I need to do," Snape whispered dangerously.

Harry had heard Snape talk this way many times.Once Snape said that, it meant he was angry.Harry guessed he was probably squinting his hard black eyes now.

There was a long silence.Harry tapped Snape's knee lightly, and that knee showed his master's hesitation. In the end, it didn't hit him again, but relaxed a little.Harry moved slightly, pushed on his spectacles, which had been displaced by Snape's knee, and carefully pulled out his wand from his pocket.He didn't know how useful the wand would be in his hands, but even if the spell wasn't strong enough, it was better than nothing.

What broke the silence was a gasping voice. "What did that idiot Alecto do!?" the Death Eater growled furiously, "unless she captures Potter...Merlin! Think of those two guys, Roel and Dolohov, and Bey Latrix... Snape! If you want to live..." he said, his voice full of anger and panic, and the footsteps hurried away.The sound of doors being opened and closed.

After more than ten seconds, Snape stood up and left from the desk.Harry scrambled out from under the table, and Snape was pulling on a black cloak with his back turned to him.

"So...then what job did he give you?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

Snape snorted lightly.

Of course...he didn't even bother to tell his fellow Death Eaters, and he certainly wouldn't tell him.Harry thought bitterly as he stood by his desk.

He desperately wanted this man to be on his side, more than anyone else - not just to know, but to say it for sure.He knew by now that he had done so much.And he just wanted to hear him say something in the affirmative, if only to ridicule him for being stupid for still asking such obvious questions.

To hell with his Horcruxes and poison|poisons - that's the whole purpose of standing here, to hear Snape himself affirm it.

"Then...then where are you going now? Has he come?" Just after asking this sentence, the cave next to the sea and the empty stone basin appeared in Harry's mind.His anger caused a massive explosion.The cave collapsed under his feet, and he flew high in the sky, carrying a transparent bubble beside him, which seemed to have a big snake inside.The black scenery flew past under his feet, and the earth looked like a huge monster chasing him.He was a puff of black smoke, or something strange, flying north... and at the same time there was a sharp pain.Harry took a step back, putting his hand on the scar.

"Alecto informed him that he is probably on his way here." Snape didn't look back, "I just saw him a few hours ago, but I don't know his current state... If you don't want to die, you can stay here, Potter, you'll only get in the way if you go out. Don't let Gryffindor recklessness get hold of your head."

"They'll kill people in the school! You can't do it to them, but I can! They might have my friend!" Harry shouted, running and grabbing Snape's robes.He was only half a head shorter than Snape now.His hands trembled slightly from the cold and fear that came over him again.

Snape's deep, impassive black eyes stared at him.Seconds later, Harry suddenly became aware that the tip of Snape's wand was touching his forehead.He didn't feel the knock, didn't see the shadow, as if it had always been there.This action seemed to happen in an instant, so fast that he had no time to react.

He realized again what a powerful wizard Snape was.This man's strength and speed have been obtained through hundreds of battles. Perhaps every young wizard who participated in the "Dumbledore's Army" is proud of the DA training. Learn to hunt.He will think these trainings are a joke.

Snape's lips seemed to twitch, and Harry thought he spoke, but couldn't hear him.He looked down at Snape's lips, which were tightly pressed together.

The tip of Snape's wand rested on his forehead for a moment, sliding from forehead, nose to his chin.Immediately, it pushed upwards forcefully, forcing him to raise his head.

It seems that the four eyes meet for only a few seconds, and it seems to be very long.The aura emanating from the man in front of him was as vast as the sea, and Harry's hands loosened his clothes unconsciously.Snape withdrew his wand and walked towards the door of the headmaster's office without looking away.

Harry watched the man descend the spiral stone staircase and out the door.As he had seen countless times in those years, the black robe rolled behind his back.The hem of his robe was out of sight, the gargoyle slid in, and the door closed.The principal's office suddenly fell silent, and there was a slight sound of wind coming from the window.Harry looked around, the portraits on the walls were still empty.

Harry sighed, he didn't expect Dumbledore to give him any more hints now.Who Snape really belonged to, even if no one said it, the answer was obvious.And what else did he need to ask at this time?

Now almost half of the Horcruxes have not been destroyed.He had to hurry up and get rid of the one that might be in Hogwarts, or make sure it wasn't in the school, and run away.But the portraits were out of his frame, and he couldn't ask anyone who had seen Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff relics.

Harry went to the desk and sat down in the wide armchair.He looked down, he couldn't block the space under the table at all, obviously only half a head short, he didn't know how much better Snape was than him.

Sure enough, it's all the same... people and animals are the same.He once secretly took in a pregnant female cat in the haystack of his aunt's house. Her child grew up quickly and was as big as the mother, but it still looked like a kitten.He later received admission letters, and when he returned for the summer they were gone.

They may not be good enough, but at least they are better than me.thought Harry.

The deadly emptiness and silence of the office made Harry uncomfortable, and he tapped his fingers on the table, trying to make some noise.The table was hard, and Dumbledore never said what it was made of.Scattered on it were some documents with handwriting on them. If you look carefully, you can indeed find the shadow of the Half-Blood Prince.Harry wondered, had he really been so stupid before that he couldn't recognize Snape's handwriting?

No, Hermione didn't recognize it either.They both hated Snape so much that they would rather turn the pages of the book than look up at the blackboard if possible.

He felt physically and mentally exhausted touching the parchments.He seemed to have seen similar handwriting somewhere.Not as scrawled and austere as the Half-Blood Prince's handwriting, nor as...serious, or stern, as Snape's.But it was a bit familiar, and I couldn't remember where I saw it.

After thinking wildly for a while, Harry's mood calmed down a lot, perhaps because sitting in the armchair surrounded by Snape's breath, his body also gained some strength.He carefully pushed open the door of the principal's office, looked around, found no one in the corridor, and quickly ran to the Room of Requirement and walked three times.

The author has something to say: If a person with a high body temperature stays on the palm for a while, the heat will not go down for a long time, which is quite amazing.

I remember that in the original book, SS didn't know about Horcruxes.Know here because... well, whatever you want.It's good to deduce it by yourself, or it's good to know the Legilimency when you were in the Ministry of Magic.He knew anyway.

Today's condition is quite bad. Why can't I write JQ?What a shame.Inexplicably, I feel that all the sentences are not clear.Forget it... I can't go back and fix it, anyway, the fake update is not once or twice...