[SSHP] End of life

It becomes cooler.Sirius is hiding in the country, and Harry often writes to him.Hagrid's snails were growing bigger and bigger, and everything was going on as planned.eat, sleep.study.

After school started, Harry spent half a month in the library.Hermione was surprised and hesitant at his sudden enthusiasm for learning, but she still went out of her way to help him.There are very few records about time travelers. With Hermione's help, Harry found a paper by Professor Saul Korlock, the Secretary of Mysteries.

"The spell to reverse time and space is unstable. The duration of time travel which does not cause any serious harm to the time traveler himself or to time and space is approximately five hours. All time travel in excess of a few hours is catastrophic to the wizard involved." 1899 In 1402, Eloise Middembo was trapped for five days in 1402. The five days she spent in 25 made a huge difference in the life course of all the people who intersected in her life. The lives of these people At least [-] of the descendants simply disappeared because they were never born."

Until they couldn't find any more information in the Hogwarts library, Harry and Hermione spent a day summarizing the knowledge they had acquired during this period, and they all came to a conclusion: if they changed a certain key thing, it might make a certain Individual life course changes.And when this person happens to be the leader of a certain key event, a small change is likely to bring about more serious results, and may even reverse history.The easiest way to avoid risk is business as usual - if they don't know which key point may be changed by anyone, the best way is to hide and do nothing.This was the only warning Hermione got when she was allowed to use the Time-Turner in her third year: don't let people from the past see her.

It turns out that history is not inevitable.If one tries hard enough and is careful enough, one can change some of the established past.This is very good news, but it also brings some other troubles to Harry: no one can predict how an action will change the future, and what kind of things are worth the risk for him to change the known , he could not determine the standard.He didn't want to keep Moody in captivity for another year, but last time, they almost won that war.

Harry watched, hesitating.Soon, more than a month passed. During the last week of October, a notice was posted in the foyer, and many people gathered under it.A tall Ravenclaw next to Harry read the notice aloud, and he didn't have to try to pick it out over the noise: Delegates from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive at six o'clock this Friday evening , the last class in the afternoon will end half an hour earlier.

"Great!" said Ron, craned his neck to look at the paper. "The last class is Snape's Potions class. He won't have a chance to poison us!"

"He's scaring us, Ron," Harry said, and no matter what he and Hermione said Ron wouldn't believe it. "There's no cure for everything, he just wants to see us shudder!"

All Friday afternoon, the faculty members showed more tension than the entire week before combined—in this school, the only professors over a hundred years old were Dumbledore and Binns, and no one else had ever I've seen the Triwizard Tournament.In the Potions classroom, Snape seemed to deliberately suppress the excitement of the students. He not only deducted more points, but also asked them to make a potion that was only available in the last chapter of the textbook.

"Half an hour is just right," Harry said to Ron, "if it was any slower it would be too late."

They stirred the potion three times clockwise and half a time counterclockwise.The potion did not turn into a clear and transparent liquid correctly, but turned into a pot of pink mud.Draco Malfoy, looking over at the potion in Harry's cauldron across the line, chuckled softly as Snape turned his back on them.

"You white-haired rat!" Harry yelled, levitating his own cauldron with his wand, and poured a pot full of potions into Malfoy's cauldron.

Malfoy paled with anger.His potions mingled with Harry's and overflowed the cauldron, trickling down the table, soaking his potions kit.Fortunately, none of their base materials mutated into something else, and the mixture didn't have a big bang.Snape rushed over and looked at the mess angrily: "Five points from Gryffindor, Potter, after dinner, a week of labor service!"

"It was Malfoy who provoked first!" Ron's face instantly turned red from the terrified pale.

"Really? I only see Mr. Malfoy as a victim of Potter's impulsive behavior." Snape turned and walked up to the podium without even looking at Ron. "One more point from Gryffindor."

Ron cursed Snape under his breath until representatives from both schools arrived on time.Even though veela and idols didn't pay him any attention, the poor boy was so excited that he seemed to be flying in the sky all night.After dinner, Harry carried his schoolbag all the way through the crowd in the auditorium.He heard many voices discussing fake ages.

Harry walked alone to the Potions Office next to the Potions classroom. Many people remained in the auditorium, and some wrote their names on the spot and threw them into the Goblet of Fire.He heard distant cheers, and the descending stairs were empty.

On his return, it was Harry's first visit to the Vault for labor service, and the first time he had set foot here since he had sneaked into the Potions Office on the night of his return.He was driven to a corner of the office by Snape, with a large bucket of horned toads in front of him.He took out a knife and disemboweled them one by one.

Snape sat behind his desk, correcting a stack of papers.He always left a lot of homework for the students, and the two sides tortured each other.But in labor service, Snape generally ignored Harry, whether he was doing well or not.In the office, apart from the sound of the quill pen across the paper and the sound of hands squeezing mucus, there is only a slight sound of breathing.

After school started, Harry rarely felt such silence.He used to think this kind of quietness was too lonely, but now he knows how much he misses the feeling of quietness.In Hogwarts, apart from the Potions Office, there was no place where he could feel such silence—even at night, his room was filled with snoring.It's a good time, no horror, no death - but no privacy either.There is no quiet.

He opened the toad's belly and poured one set of entrails into a bucket, and put the toad's body in another bucket.It's a long time before the curfew, and he can't complete his labor service until then.He had to find a certifier that he didn't have time to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.To get himself out of a bad situation a little bit without changing too much history - that's why he managed to get here.

Harry continued to gut the toad with a silver knife.Neville might have been dealing with the same thing half a month ago. His memory is not very good, and he always forgets to bring his potion box. Harry wants to laugh when he thinks of him tearing his belly open with his hands.Hermione had taught Neville a cleaning spell that night to clean the toad guts under his fingernails, and Neville had cut his own fingernails in half.

He was sure that Neville had wasted most of the material, and maybe even [-]% of it was unusable.This is a great waste.Perhaps it was because of Neville's poor handling that he now had to dissect a bucket of toads one by one.Maybe Snape just wanted to torture the students, the damned man might have prepared a hundred barrels of toads.After all, he had never seen the potion ingredients they worked on in any of their classes.

Whether or not Snape really needed toad guts, Harry was in no rush to leave the dark office.His speed was slow and steady, and the quality of the internal organs of the toads he cleaned out was exceptionally high, he could guarantee that he didn't break even a single gall.He was cutting the material in his hand, and his gaze drifted uncontrollably to the cabinet in another corner, behind its closed door was the Pensieve.

"Don't let her die in vain. Help me protect her son."

"I beg you to do me this favor, Severus. I won't be here for more than a year."

"If the school does fall into his hands, I want you to swear that you will do everything in your power to protect the students of Hogwarts."

The Potions Office always brings back memories.He was still not quite used to the unfamiliar Dumbledore he saw from Snape's memory.One is not a kind, persuasive elder, but Dumbledore as a leader.Harry was sure that he wouldn't need to fake his age, that he would be chosen as a champion.Even if Dumbledore didn't personally put his name into the Goblet of Fire, at least he made great efforts to promote the restart of the Triwizard Tournament.Dumbledore acquiesced to the fake Moody cheating the Goblet of Fire - how else would Voldemort have a chance of being resurrected?Bertha Jorkins happened to know about the Triwizard Tournament, and happened to go to the Albanian Forest, and then Voldemort knew about it and rushed back—how can there be so many coincidences in the world?

The death related to him had already begun without his knowledge.

He no longer expects to be noticed, and he no longer expects more people to cheer for him.He wanted to hide in the dark.To walk alone, to do things alone, to let the damned fate that is always trying to make someone die for him not find him.

Especially the guy he's in the same room with right now—they'd never win without him.No one knew Nagini was a Horcrux, and he told him that with his life.

He owed him too much - the entire British wizarding world owed him too much.He can't let him die.

Harry glanced at Snape.Every time he saw Snape, he felt a subtle embarrassment.This man loves his mother.Only he and Dumbledore should have known about it in the world, but Harry did now.He felt like he was watching from the shadows as Snape continued to disguise himself, while the pretender was woefully unaware.He remembered Snape and Lily standing at the door of the Gryffindor common room the night they had finally broken up.

"But you call all people like me Mudbloods. So how am I different?"

After Lily finished speaking, she left Snape mercilessly, and went behind the fat lady's portrait alone.The door to the Gryffindor common room closed.

Snape hung his head.After a while, he raised his head.Harry saw that his eyes were red.

"You're different. You're not one of a kind—you're different from everybody."

really interesting.thought Harry.As long as Lily was concerned, Snape wasn't the old bastard any more.

"Potter, I have no doubt that your mind-wandering at this moment is thinking about how to violate the rules again. Putting your name into the Goblet of Fire beyond the age line will give you more publicity, won't it? But if you can't deal with it before curfew tonight Well this bucket of toads, I'll give Gryffindor points for nightwalking."

— but when it came to Harry Potter, Snape would instantly be a goddamn bastard.Multiply by one point five.

"I'm worried about the financial problems of Hogwarts." Harry said casually. He was no longer afraid or guarded against this man. "You told us to process the materials, rather than waste them. I'll be slower, but In order not to waste more."

"Since the savior is so big-hearted that he is worried about the school's finances, go and wipe Filch's trophies from tomorrow. They can tell you that your compassion is superfluous. For a week, no magic is allowed, I will tell him . Ten points from Gryffindor."

oh.The old bastard.

Snape three years ago was really unlikable.Of course the last year he was just as unlikable.The little tenderness he gave him might have come from pity - though Harry didn't think Snape would pity him.Snape's loyalty and trustworthiness were as in his blood as his surlyness. This man was a good man with serious flaws.

Harry glanced at Snape, who was still grading another pile of homework under the candlestick.He wasn't looking at him, wasn't waiting for him to continue to fight so he could take more points, or at least didn't seem to be waiting.

Harry remained silent, continuing to slowly handle the toad in his hand.

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Harry Smiling Potter: Severus Snape, please start your show!

Severus Hanchun Snape: Fuchsia!

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Papers from Pottermore oh lol.

I'm sorry that I have been busy during the day today. I will update Chapter 2 later. I have finished writing, but I have to review it a little bit.This chapter has only been reviewed twice, and nothing can be changed so far. I will look back in two days.