[SSHP] End of life

A group of freshmen walked shyly through the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, trying to stay back as much as possible, not daring to stand out.Harry's eyes flicked over them, and out of the corner of his eye, some freshmen shrank obviously from his gaze that was not on them, as if his gaze was a curse more powerful than the basilisk, and would descend on them from time to time. On the person who caught that look—Harry thought the reaction might as well have been to see him as crazy.

He cast his eyes on the teacher's seat in a restless mood.Umbridge was talking to Dumbledore, with a serious look on his face, and Dumbledore smiled politely but very distantly.Professor Trelawney staggered along alone, never approaching anyone.Snape stiffened in his seat expressionlessly.The rest of the professors had all worked together for at least 14 years, and Harry judged their relationship to be fine, but Umbridge's presence had brought out a unity they had never shown before.

"See you later," Harry said to Ron and Hermione, and walked out of the Great Hall by himself, trying not to notice people's stares, their murmurs and pointing.He passed through the throng in the foyer without looking away, hurried up the marble staircase, took two well-discovered shortcuts, and soon left most of them behind.

Rita Skeeter's cow.he thought angrily as he walked down the much quieter corridor downstairs.It was only natural that everyone was staring at him - he had just emerged from the maze of the Triwizard Tournament two months ago, proudly refusing all interviews, claiming to have seen Voldemort come back.But no one believed it—not to mention the half-believing students, except for Dumbledore, Dumbledore's blind believers McGonagall and Hagrid, and the Death Eater Snape, there may not be many professors who are still in the school. .They listened to the Daily Prophet, the bullshit paper that cast him as an unscrupulous schemer for fame, who used intrigue to get into the Triwizard Tournament, trying to grab a champion to get more attention, As a result, things backfired. On the contrary, many people felt that his performance was disgraceful.He had to invent an even bigger lie - Voldemort was back.In order to satisfy his insatiable appetite, "he is destroying the world we have worked hard to rebuild for 13 years".

This time the situation was worse than last time.Harry reached the end of the cellar corridor and read out the password for Snape's office with a wry face.If Snape came back and saw him here, he would have thrown him out immediately, but he didn't want to be stared at and judged all the time.Can hide for a while is a while.

He was surprised to find that the door did not open.

Harry stared at the door in disbelief, and said the password again.He reached out and began to press down on the doorknob. The brass knob didn't budge.

There is a sound moving this way.Getting closer, the Slytherins.Harry cursed lowly, pulled out the invisibility cloak he had been carrying with him since the summer vacation, and quietly hid in a secret passage.

Snape was out of sight tonight.Harry thought disappointedly.He went back to the Gryffindor tower through the secret passage again with a sad face, just put on his pajamas and lay down on the bed.He didn't want to talk to anyone, but Seamus yelled at him again.The 15-year-old boy's attitude was obviously finding fault, and it was obvious that even if Harry didn't speak, he would find a way to raise a topic and argue with him.Ron was so angry that he wanted to be locked up by Seamus, but Harry stopped him-he knew all too well that Seamus didn't really disbelieve him.He's just scared.

Remembering the bad end of sixth grade, Harry couldn't be angry with Seamus anyway.Not to mention that he was still doing Occlumency training until lunch, and Snape's Legilimency was getting stronger and stronger every time - he finally knew that the bastard had been keeping his hand, just to teach him a lesson he would never forget on the last day.He collapsed and was so sick he couldn't even eat lunch, and the old bastard smirked and pretended to be gradual.He had a headache so badly that he didn't even have the energy to be angry.

Sleep comes in a very unpleasant state, both physically and mentally.The next morning, Harry lumbered out of bed, walked to the Great Hall amid whispers and prying eyes, sat down at the table and began to eat.Ron and Hermione were bickering.Harry picked up a piece of bread and began slathering butter on it.

Feel free to watch it all you want, he thought, and in another year, when Voldemort made Fudge scream out of fear, these sleazy fools won't be saying anything.In maybe two years, maybe three years, they will always remember Harry Potter as the savior who will use his death to achieve glory.

"Harry, what are you laughing at?"

Breaking away from his own fantasies and dark humor, Harry saw a tall dark girl with long braids standing in front of him. It was Angelina. "Have you had a good summer?" he asked.

"Great." Angelina grinned, "You know, I've been chosen as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Great," said Harry.

"Ah, by the way, Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be at five o'clock on Friday afternoon, and I hope the whole team will be there, okay? That way we can see if the new guy can talk to everyone." Fits well."

"Angelina, sorry, I think you still need a Seeker." Harry said, he didn't mean to ruin Angelina's Monday, but at this time it would be difficult for him to find other better opportunities , "Even if you don't believe me - Voldemort is really back. I want to learn more spells, and I won't play Quidditch."

"Look, Harry, I never thought you were lying," said Angelina, her smile fading away, "but we've got a pitch booked for Quidditch—"

"I'm not playing. Sorry, Angelina—I said I'm quitting the team." The auditorium was too loud, and Harry stood up, in case Angelina didn't hear him, "I'll go tell Professor McGonagall .You need to find another Seeker."

"Well, you can go straight to her and tell her you've made Gryffindor lose its best Seeker!" Angelina said emotionally, glaring at Harry before turning and striding away.

Harry shook his head.He still ruined Angelina's Monday morning.

He looked down and saw a halved fruit pie on Ron's plate, but Ron completely forgot to eat it and looked at him in surprise.

"Harry, I mean...you don't play Quidditch anymore?" Ron whispered, "I—I thought, since I've got a decent broom, I might as well try Gryffindor With multiple goalkeeper selections, I might be able to fight alongside you. But why did you quit?"

"I thought I made myself clear," said Harry, watching McGonagall handing out this term's timetable one by one along the table, poking at the bread on his plate distractedly, "Voldemort is back. He stared Fuck me. I gotta start getting ready."

"But Hogwarts is safe. You like Quidditch so much, don't you? Harry... you don't intend to just fight You-Know-Who, do you?"

Harry looked at Ron.This friend who knew the cruelty of death best, and was even beaten to pieces by the continuous loss, looked at him with pure and clear eyes at this moment, full of expectation.

He shook his head bitterly, and said clearly: "I like Quidditch, but it's not all, living is. I won't go to Voldemort to die, but he will come to me. I just want everyone. alive."

As he took the timetable from Professor McGonagall, he noticed Hermione give Ron a reproachful look.

"Look at today!" Ron sighed holding the timetable, "History of Magic, two Potions classes, Divination class, two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes! Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and There's that woman named Umbridge, all on the same day! I hope Fred and George hurry up and get those quick-acting skipping candies out!"

Hermione glared at him again.

Professor McGonagall went behind the long table.Looking at her back, Harry decided to find another chance to tell her, preferably not now.Ron finished his breakfast, picked up his schoolbag and stood up. "Let's go," he said. "It's good to have the most annoying things in one day, at least it won't ruin our remaining four days."

"That's right," Harry said absently.

On this Black Monday, he got the same homework and exhaustion as before, as well as the same confinement.When he handed the confinement notice to McGonagall, he mentioned his intention to quit the Quidditch team in passing.Maybe it's because he used the Vanishing Curse during the day well, maybe his awareness aroused Mag's sympathy, maybe he showed an unprecedented maturity and calm attitude, the old witch just reminded him to protect himself, except Not much else to say.

Provocative, stimulating, exhausting.It was as if he had broken Pandora's box, and all the bad luck and negativity had come at him, and Harry felt as hard as if he was still wearing a Horcrux box for just one day.And his bad mood worsened the next morning when he discovered that Snape wasn't at the breakfast table, and he hardly spoke to anyone all day.

In the early five o'clock, Harry said goodbye to his friends again and walked into Umbridge's office.He'd spent most of his fifth year wondering who was more detestable, Umbridge or Snape, and now he knew, without a doubt, Umbridge.Snape was much easier to deal with than she was, they had been arguing for so many years, they had been fighting each other, he had yelled at Snape so many times, and even though Snape was furious at times, it still didn't bring him much substance s consequence.Now he finally realized that Snape's principles and restraint were his chains, and his house points were his only weapon.As long as he is not afraid of being deducted points, this man has nothing to do with him, he can only angrily allow him to do whatever he wants.

"I must not lie," he wrote over and over again on the parchment.The words were etched into the back of his hand, and healed, and then, when he dropped the tip of his pen to the parchment, the words would appear again.He wrote slowly that the cuts were just the tip of the iceberg of more severe pain he had experienced, even more unbearable.

Outside Umbridge's office window, night was slowly falling.Harry was writing numbly, the paper was scattered on the table, the blood on the first paper had dried up and turned a light brown.He took another sheet of paper.

"Come here," said Umbridge, taking Harry's hand, almost caressing the tender red mark on the back of his hand, "tsk tsk, it looks like I haven't made a deep imprint on you yet. That's okay , we have to try again tomorrow night, right? You can go."

Harry gave her an indifferent look and left her office without a word.The corridor was empty, and it must have been past midnight.He walked slowly down the corridor, and when he turned the corner, sure she wouldn't hear him, he broke into a run.While running, he took out the Invisibility Cloak from his schoolbag, and after a few minutes, he managed to reach the door of the potions office.

"Professor Snape?" Harry knocked on the door and asked in a low voice, "Professor Snape, are you in?"

Half a minute later, Snape appeared behind the open door, fully clothed.Facing the air in front of him, he paused for a second, and said coldly, "Potter?"

Harry poked a head out of the cloak and put the unfolded Marauder's Map back in his bag. "Professor, can I go in?" He asked, shrinking his neck at the same time, ready to be deducted points.

Snape didn't take the penalty, and let him in sideways.Harry took off the invisibility cloak and observed Snape's face carefully under the light, his expression was as usual.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, Potter? It's already curfew time, if you don't want to be deducted points, you'd better give me a reasonable reason."

"I've been out of confinement for less than five minutes," said Harry, spitting out the excuse he'd been thinking about all day. "I found out that the healing spell you taught me won't cure this." He reached out to Sneh In front of Pu, "So I want to ask, what is this?"

Snape passed Harry to the table and held up the candlestick, carefully studying the back of Harry's hand.Ten seconds later, he put the candlestick back on the table, roughly pulled Harry to the table, and pointed his wand to that hand against the light.Harry flinched as the wand tip moved slowly over the delicate new growth.

"First of all, Mr. Potter, the healing spell I taught you is to stop bleeding and heal, and your hand does not meet any of the conditions for the spell to take effect. I don't believe you don't know this. Secondly, such a wound is black Caused by a magic item, you don't need to double check. I guess it's a result of your confinement tonight?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry, "Umbridge gave me a black quill and told me to write 'I must not lie' over and over again. Every time I wrote, a gash appeared on the back of my hand." , but once you stop writing, it will heal in less than two seconds. The more you write, the slower the healing.”

"You don't know how to keep your head down, don't know how to try not to cause trouble, but always complain about trouble and come to you, don't know how to control your temper - you spent almost the first semester of the fifth grade in confinement. Snape narrowed his eyes and let go of Harry's hand, "What did you do this time to make her treat you like this?"

"Not this time." Harry replied, stroking the back of his hand angrily, "It was the same last time."

"I've never heard of it last time—" Snape paused, giving a knowing, sarcastic sneer, "again Gryffindor's stupid insistence? You think it's a secret affair between you two?" A battle of wills, you refuse to show weakness to her, you don't want her to hear you cry and complain and get pleasure from it, so you give up asking for help and let that woman torture you all semester?"

"Not the whole term," Harry said gloomily, and Snape's words struck all his thoughts. "She only let me write for two weeks, and then I tried not to mess with her."

"But you provoked her again this semester knowing that it turned out like this! Didn't you notice? The Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere with Hogwarts, and we are all concerned about her!" Snape said angrily, "I'll teach you Occlumency is for you to learn to control your impulses and take care of the overall situation, but you hurt yourself every time, trying to wake up a person who is pretending to sleep!"

"I won't, sir," said Harry. "I've got more to do this term. I've quit the Quidditch team."

Snape looked at him, seemingly genuinely taken aback.But he quickly stepped out of the brightest circle, pulled a row of shelves from the back of the cabinet, and took out a small bottle from inside.

"Take this." He walked back and put the bottle on the table in front of Harry. "One drop at a time, spread evenly. It will ensure that you start every time you are in a new state."

This time it was Harry's turn to be surprised.He stared at the bottle, stammering a bit: "Thanks... I mean, thank you, sir."

Snape pushed the shelf back to the back of the cupboard and cast a cold glance back at Harry: "You think I'm going to let a—" He paused abruptly, "endangering students with Dark Magic items? Although that The student is a Potter?"

"I never thought about it that way." Harry smiled, for the word Snape didn't say - toad|toad?bitch?Congratulations to him for successfully curbing his horse from the brink of degeneration, "I just thought you thought I was too impulsive, maybe I should learn some lessons to overcome this weakness."

"But not this way," Snape said coldly.

"I think the biggest crisis now is that I can't finish my homework." Seeing the schoolbag at his feet, Harry said sadly. He opened the bottle and carefully dripped a drop of liquid on the back of his hand, which gave him a strange cooling feeling.Not Mortra Rat Juice.Then he spread the drop of liquid evenly on the tender red marks with one finger, and watched the marks gradually fade until they disappeared. "Umbridge's toad|toad took up all my get out of class time, and either I didn't sleep, or I wrote at noon, or I gave in and told her I was wrong, and I could—maybe not, In exchange for my own time. But I will never!"

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, sir. I'm twenty," said Harry.His soul has fully grown up, he can drink alcohol, and he thinks he can swear.He raised his right hand and watched it over and over under the candlelight.

"No, Mr. Potter. I just want to say that it is your business to choose not to eat or sleep, but your twelve-inch paper on the properties of moonstones and their uses in medicine must be Hand it in."

"And a D in exchange?" Harry said bitterly.He wanted so badly to cover his face.

"Maybe a T." Snape smirked. "One last question, Potter. What exactly made you choose to come to my office this evening?"

he finally asked.Harry picked up the bottle, bent down and put the bottle into his schoolbag for a short time to think, and finally he made a choice: "I just want to have a deeper understanding of the healing spell, and I want to ask if there is any way Make the back of my hand rough and fleshy..."

"The reason why you thought I would believe your nonsense—" He suddenly gave up the question, as if all interest in speaking disappeared at that moment, "There is no such spell. Go back to sleep and don't forget the paper."

Harry glanced at him.If Snape persisted a little longer, he decided to tell him the real reason - he was worried that Voldemort was infiltrating the Ministry of Magic, and that Snape hadn't turned up in the morning because he had been summoned.He worries about him.But Snape seemed acutely aware of something, and he stopped asking.He is refusing.

"Okay," Harry said, picking up his schoolbag, slinging it over his shoulder, and slipping on the Invisibility Cloak. "Goodbye, sir. I hope I don't run into Umbridge on the way back." He poked his head out again, looked at him expectantly, and drew back.

Snape picked up a lantern from the corner and snorted impatiently.

"I'm going to see if there are any troublesome students like you on the night tour," he said, striding towards the door.

The author has something to say: Is this sweet enough... lol.At present, this is already the limit, and there must be an assist from Umbridge, otherwise it is impossible for SS to send Erha back.Double agent's sense of justice and caring for students, lol.In fact, Xiaoha is not Erha, right? SS is the second SS.

The next chapter has to be reviewed, as soon as possible in the afternoon~