[SSHP] End of life

Harry shuffled wearily up to Gryffindor Tower, and said "babbling" to the portrait.He caught Hermione face to face when he crawled in through the portrait hole.

"Where have you been, Harry?" Hermione said, holding up a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin in her hand, "I was worried that you would be bored in the dormitory all day, and I wanted to bring you... want to go for a walk?" ?”

"Good idea," said Harry, who was very tired but didn't want to refuse his friend's offer. "I'll leave my schoolbag in the dormitory and come out. You wait for me in the common room."

They went downstairs, crossing the hall at a leisurely pace, still ignoring all eyes.Harry took two steaks from the table.They were walking on the lawn that stretched out towards the lake, and Harry went straight to a bush.The black lake at sunset reflected orange light, and Durmstrang's big boat was moored on the lake, casting undulating reflections in the water.They sat under the bushes, wolfing down their bread and steak, and Harry told Hermione exactly what had happened since he left the Gryffindor table the night before.To his great relief, Hermione accepted his statement without reservation, despite the changes.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up yourself," said Hermione when he had finished describing what had happened in the room adjoining the Great Hall. "Look at the look on your face when Dumbledore called your name! The problem is , who put your name in? I don't think a single student could have done that... there's no way a student could have cheated the Goblet of Fire, or crossed Dumbledore's line. I think you decided to hide and wait It's so smart to abstain! Oh, I don't mean anything else... But I think it's hard for you to get out of that kind of danger. You know, there were too many dead people in previous Triwizard Tournaments... In fact, I Totally agree with you that if You-Know-Who does decide to do something in the game, you have no chance of rebelling."

"Don't mind me, my grades are mediocre." Harry smiled, "How can a fourth-year student beat You-Know-Who? I'm not yet 15, and he's at least 60. Even Professor Dumbledore There is no way to kill him, and I can't expect my mother's love to help me a second time."

He took the last bite of bread and clapped his hands. "Okay, let's go. I still have to do labor service with Professor Snape. Four times a week, you see... just because I'm pouring stuff into Malfoy's cauldron."

"But if your time after class is occupied by him, how can you guarantee that you can safely abstain in the first game? This game seems to be very difficult." Hermione said hesitantly, "You can't discuss it with Professor Dumbledore for a while?"

"Don't worry," said Harry. "If I asked him for a life-saving potion, he wouldn't have killed me first. How is Ron?"

"Well... well... he didn't have breakfast, but lunch and dinner are here," said Hermione.

"Fine then. Shall we go?" Harry asked.

"Harry, aren't you… angry?" said Hermione awkwardly, "after all, he treated you that way."

"No." Harry said simply.The two began to walk back slowly.

"Harry." Hermione asked hesitantly when they were about to walk into the auditorium, looking tentatively at his face, "Are you still going to forgive him?"

"Of course," Harry said, "I'll always be the one who gets everyone's attention. I can't help it, but it's a fact that everyone is paying attention to me. Ron has so many brothers to compete with at home, and I'm the best he can be." My friends are always with him, and every time someone sees me, he is left out in the cold. Doesn’t that mean that no one can see him at school or at home? He’s just a little bit overwhelmed.”

"I was worried that you were disappointed in him." Hermione seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "You have never been so calm before when you got into trouble. I thought you didn't want him as a friend anymore."

"Of course not! I just know that he can't grow if he doesn't have self-confidence. There are still more than 20 days until the first match. Even if I want to, I don't have time to chase him around and teach him to mature." Ha Lee said.

"Yes—that's not child's play." Hermione said softly, "That game can't be child's play." She looked extremely worried, "Ron, fool, this is when you need support most. Get angry with you at a time like this."

"I'll give Ron a hard kick when the game's over," Harry laughed.

The classmates are doubting him, demanding him, and disappointed in him.But it was nothing compared to someone killing him.To be hungry, to be in fear, to have a crush on one's heart, to be burdened with the death of someone else whom he did not want--it could be a hundred times worse.He wasn't afraid of these childish ostracisms, and he didn't doubt Ron's kindness.He won't lose this friend, he just has to wait.

"Don't worry, Hermione. I'll be fine," he said. "Ron needs time. I'm just giving him time."

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Snape was pretending to be examining a bucket of pickled rat heads when Harry knocked on the door and entered the potions office.Even Harry, who knew almost nothing about potion ingredients, knew that the mouse head was useless if he didn't intend to eat it, and Snape asked the students in forced labor service to dispose of it purely for disgusting people.

"Oh. The Savior would be willing to get away from the courtship to learn even a little bit of practice - I guess it took all your poor willpower to come to this office." Snape said, "Close the door, Potter. "

Harry flinched.He thought of the nightmarish months he had spent learning Occlumency in Snape's office a few years ago, the angrier Snape had tried to teach him, the angrier he had not wanted to learn.The chair at the desk was still there, even the jar of liquid with the frog in it.These slimy, disgusting substances are a specialty of Hogwarts Potions.

He closed the door and stepped forward automatically to the candlelight.This time Snape didn't let him sit down.The two stood by the table, Snape stared at Harry for a while with dark eyes, and said, "I hope you can confirm the purpose of coming here. Don't bring your pride here, Potter. Here No flattery."

"I know—I've come to learn healing spells from you," said Harry, adding hastily, "I'll learn it."

"Let's see," Snape said menacingly.

He paused for a moment.Just when Harry thought Snape was going to follow his habit and ask him how much he knew about healing spells, Snape said, "Healing spells are a very general concept. Divided into treating normal physical damage, healing magical damage, removing the consequences of wrong spells, or targeting specific curses. The roles of these two are partially intersected. The last one is the job of a professional healer, which is closer to healing spells Counter-spells, very complicated, most of the time involve black magic. Ordinary wizards only need to use the first two when healing bleeding wounds in life or work. Usually the latter can do the former. Given that you study The healing spell is to save your life in the face of possible dark creatures, and the time is limited, so I incline you to directly learn the magic spell for healing black magic damage, without delving into its principles and foundations. Do you have any questions?"

Harry shook his head silently, indicating that he understood completely and followed Snape's decision.

Snape stepped aside, picked up a cage from the cabinet, and walked to the table. The cage was full of a furry animal.Harry didn't know their names, but they were apparently harmless magical creatures, huddling together quietly, snow-white, with beautiful black eyes peeping through the slits in their large drooping ears.Harry couldn't help but move his hand closer to the cage, and the animal in front of him visibly turned to him, sniffing.

He had expected Snape to stop him, or accuse him of putting himself in danger without knowledge.But Snape didn't.He just watched quietly as Harry felt the soft fur with his fingers, and then retracted his hand.Those hard eyes flicked to Harry, and he opened the cage door.

At that moment, a bad premonition flitted through Harry's mind.

Snape reached into the cage and grabbed an animal - just happened to be the one Harry had briefly interacted with.Harry saw through Snape's hand that its skin was very thick.Snape pushed it down on the table and cursed one of its legs, and the poor animal let out a high-pitched neigh.

"I'll just demonstrate once," he said, pointing the tip of his wand at the wound he'd made.Two years later, Harry heard the spell again, and the deep voice flowed from Snape's mouth, as if singing a siren song.The wound shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a zipper being pulled up from both ends little by little by invisible hands.The bleeding stopped and the wound healed.The snow-white animal shivered under the big pale hand.

Harry stared at the animal.The ears blocked its eyes, and he could not read the thoughts it might have.

"Get out your wand, Potter!" said Snape impatiently. "You didn't come here to be dazed!"

Harry was still staring at the quivering fur.The wand slipped from the sheath into his palm, and he held it up.

"Have you memorized the spell I said and my gestures just now, Potter?" Snape asked coldly.

Harry shook his head wildly.Then clicked again.

"Okay then. I'll use black magic on it, and you'll be in charge of healing it. Let's give it a try—Shenfeng Wuying!"

Harry visibly flinched as he spoke the spell.

"Bleeding, isn't it?" he said with a smirk, "and if you want to heal its pain quickly, use something that might not be there under your weeds." The animal pushed Harry forward.

Harry held out his wand, moving his fingers slowly over the wound.Perhaps as a demonstration, Snape pronounced the incantation very clearly, but the incantation was so long that Harry could only remember half of it.The bleeding slowed down, but the wound was still open.The animal struggled and screamed in Snape's hands, but Harry couldn't remember the second part.He looked up at Snape, who was looking at him too, but Snape gave no hint of his apparent embarrassment.

Harry took a deep breath and said the spell again from the beginning.The size of the wound didn't change at all. It seemed that the second half of the spell was for healing, but he just didn't remember it.He wanted to read it from the beginning again, but in the middle of the reading, he found that he had forgotten a few syllables in the first half.

"As a first practice, it's not bad. But it's not enough. The headmaster tried to convince me that you are not a stupid student, and I think your ability to show can only make me take this assessment with reservations. said Snape in a contemptuous tone.

"This spell is too long! And I've memorized more than half of it!"

"Don't make excuses, Potter. When you cast your name into the Goblet of Fire, you should have foreseen that you might let yourself die for the limelight. If it's your neck that's bleeding now - move your Brain, activate your memory!"

"I said it wasn't me who threw my name into the Goblet of Fire!"

"Even though the lesson doesn't make sense to me, I'm still your teacher," said Snape coldly. "You should call me Professor, or Sir."

"I just thought you could write it, sir!" Harry glared at Snape.He knew Snape was trying to be mean to him, but he couldn't help being angry.What made him even more angry was that after he was provoked, he couldn't even remember half of the spell.

"I don't need your instruction on how to teach, Potter!" snapped Snape. "You take up my time and are so ungrateful that I think I need to remind you that I'm not your nanny—if If you don't want to learn, get out!"

Harry kept his mouth shut.There was an awkward silence in the Potions Office.

Perhaps choosing to learn from Snape was a mistake, Harry thought bitterly as he watched the bleeding animals.He hurt him, hurt everything connected with him.But Snape wasn't alone in doing it.This is fate.Nothing good would come out of anyone, any animal he got involved with, and if he loved, if he showed even the slightest care, it would do irreparable damage.He's not a guy who's allowed to relate to anything.The Potters, the Dursleys, the Weasleys, the Lupines, Sirius, the students...

"I don't particularly care about it, you can't hurt me if you hurt it." Harry said blankly, facing the one from two years ago - still Snape, "But why? Why are people close to me unlucky ? Even this thing, I didn't choose it unintentionally, because if I touch it, it will suffer and bleed to death."

"Because you're mediocre and arrogant, showy and sloppy." Snape said slowly and grimly, staring at Harry, "Dumbledore's golden boy—those blind people bet everything on you, and you It will only lead them to a dead end by their temper."

Before Harry could open his eyes wide enough to say anything, the man looked away and pointed the tip of his wand a second time at the white wound that had stopped bleeding.A smooth, singing incantation flowed from his thin lips, and for as long as it lasted, Harry felt like he had forgotten everything.It was as if he had returned to the Forest of Dean on that snowy night. When he was in the most pain and hesitation, Snape silently gave him the utmost comfort and tolerance under his hostile and contemptuous appearance.

Every single Snape was always silent.But Harry got it all.

"This one was almost killed by your stupidity, Potter." Snape said softly, stroking the place where the wound had been with his slender fingers, as if enjoying the animal's fear and trembling, "before our next lesson , I think I should really take care of your brain that can't even spell a longer word correctly." He took a piece of parchment and scribbled the spell quickly, "Take this paper. At the same time on Tuesday, I I hope you can memorize it."

"I'll practice, sir," Harry whispered. "Shutterstock, don't you? Maybe we don't need these animals in class next time, and I don't want to burden anyone else for my reasons."

"You are not allowed to use these spells indiscriminately! All the exercises related to healing spells are only allowed here. Don't think that your name as the savior will allow you to easily master black magic at this age!" Snape said angrily, "Black Magic is very dangerous, not simply opening your mouth to eat! If you are blindly arrogant and try it yourself, there may not be enough time to send you to the medical wing before you die!"

"I won't be disobedient, sir," said Harry, "but can I use my own hands in class next time? Something else has hurt or even died for me, and I should be thankful for it. But I just think I'm The victim."

There are many who lost everything for him.They go away as heroes or protectors, but those who are left have a long and cold life.

He didn't want to always be the one who was given—he didn't want to always be the one who was left alone.

Harry picked up the parchment, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket.He lowered his head, not wanting to say anything.

"Very well, the great self-sacrifice of the Savior. Proud, impulsive, emotional, irrational, incapable of controlling one's actions, wallowing in sad memories, always easily irritated - weak, Potter. A weakness so easily exploited that the Dark Lord wants to kill you without even needing himself."

There is no doubt that the adult Snape was always in control of his actions.But—"Have you no memories too sad to get over, sir?" Harry asked.He looked directly into Snape's eyes.

Snape leaned over him, his black eyes staring closely at the green ones.He said slowly, "No."

The author has something to say: Sorry for the incompetence of the content summary hahahahaha.

Then the invisible hand always jumps to macro-control.Feeling broken all over...