[SSHP] End of life

After a Hogsmeade weekend, DA training begins.After Harry refused Marietta Ackmore to enter the DA, Cho Chang was very awkward, but she finally decided to participate.

Harry patrolled the room back and forth, feeling that the foundation of the students was unbearably poor. How on earth did they pass so many exams successfully?He was surprised that he hadn't been so upset when he found out that their spells were full of mistakes.

Perhaps it was a sense of urgency.If they don't learn more quickly, some of them will die.And he finally understood the reason why Snape was always impatient with his classmates with extremely poor grades. When he could do something relatively easily, the stupidity of others was completely incomprehensible and unbearable.From this point of view, Hermione is undoubtedly a good person.

As the first Quidditch game of the season - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin - approached, the DA assembly was suspended as Angelina insisted on practicing almost every day.Since the Quidditch Cup has not been played for a long time, people's interest and enthusiasm for this game have increased.Although the deans of the two colleges pretended to be free and easy on the surface, they were secretly determined to see their side win.Harry could see how much Professor McGonagall wanted them to win, because she had canceled all the homework for the team during this time.Every time Harry met her in class or in the hallway, she stared at him with a hatred he had never seen before, which made his hair stand on end.He had to take part in training now and then, to train their new, clumsy Seeker in flying skills.

He didn't buy new equipment, and he still used the old broom that Snape gave him.This broom is better than safe, but it has no blood, and it refuses to go fast no matter how hard it is driven.Every time Harry rode it, he felt like he was riding a three-wheeled balance bike with extremely thick bearings.

Snape's bias was also obvious.He was always pre-renting the pitch for the Slytherins, making it difficult for the Gryffindors to find a place to practice.He also turned a deaf ear to reports of Slytherins attempting to entrap Gryffindor players with magic in the corridors.

Now that he was out of the Quidditch team, Harry cared less about winning or losing.With the improvement of Occlumency, he became much more organized than before. Although his performance in Potions class was not good enough, he never failed the potion because he missed a step.If Snape didn't take the opportunity to deduct points from him, the House Cup would still be theirs.

November came in cold and blizzards.It was almost noon, and it would be dark again before three o'clock.The Quidditch match was unsurprisingly lost, Umbridge was still milling around, and Hagrid was back.They didn't have much else to do outdoors until the Christmas break - except for Care of Magical Creatures class.Ron and Hermione were busy decorating the castle... surviving Peeves' troubles and finishing the castle in good health, while Harry stayed in the empty common room or library every day, watching his book.Everything seemed to be going on peacefully until one night, when his forehead hurt like a poker was messing around in his head, and he rolled over to the bedside and vomited.

"Ron!" he gasped, too weak to know whether he was speaking or exhaling, "Go find Dumbledore! Your father was bitten—"

There was a flurry of footsteps.He held his head, tightly closed his eyes, and twitched all over.Arthur was bitten not on this night, but tomorrow—he just wrote a letter before going to bed, and planned to post it tomorrow morning under the pretext of having a nightmare or something else, and try to make them watch out.

He is not happy that he still can only remind victims through lies.No matter how much he has been through, they will always feel that he is a child, unwilling to believe him, and exclude him from all decision-making.And they thought they were protecting him.He was annoyed, powerless, but there was nothing he could do.What scares him even more is that he can no longer trust his memory.Many things he knew were slightly off.

Luckily the bias turned on the bright side - Arthur wasn't seriously hurt this time, and they were soon allowed to visit him in St. Mungo's.Harry felt even more at ease when they returned wearily to the drawing room in Grimmauld Place.He was surrounded by a group of Weasleys who were relieved to be less gloomy, and to be honest, gloom and melancholy didn't suit their redheads.

"Go to rest, children," said Mrs. Weasley, kindness returning to her face, and she no longer looked so heartbreakingly pale.But she treats him more carefully.

"Professor Black." Harry paced back and forth in the middle of the bedroom, and he was placed in the bedroom with the Phineas frame, and no one was in the same room as him. "Professor Black, I'm sorry, can I ask you to come out?"

After a while, Phineas reluctantly walked into the frame.This long-lost scene made Harry feel a little nostalgic.He gave Phineas a small smile.

"Hello, Professor Black," he said, "I don't want you to be the sounding board, but I really don't have any other options right now. Could you tell Professor Dumbledore for me that I want to stay at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays?" ?”

Phineas Nigellus stroked his goatee and watched him for a moment. "I heard the Sorting Hat said it wanted to put you in Slytherin. But in my opinion, you are not suitable for our house at all. Gryffindor always emphasizes that everyone needs to be brave, doesn't it? Slytherins are brave, but not stupid. When we cannot escape, we will always find a way. Only by protecting ourselves first can we have a chance to face more."

Harry understood Phineas' reminder.He looked directly at Phineas and lied sincerely, "I just want to go back to Hogwarts. Is there any place safer than Hogwarts?"

He just wanted to see Snape.He noticed Arthur's words this time, there was a special ingredient in the snake's venom that could prevent the wound from healing—this was the cause of Snape's death.Bleeding, not poisoning.Snape must have known about this particular ingredient in Nagini's venom, he just didn't care.Perhaps he had the antidote to this snake venom in his pocket, perhaps he could heal wounds with a spell, like St. Mungo's healers.Only he saw him.He successfully handed over the memory, he completed his mission, so he didn't think it was necessary for him to use even the simplest method to keep himself alive.

This was where Harry got most annoyed with Snape.He didn't want to see Snape greet death calmly and nonchalantly, even as if he was finally relieved that death had come - his desire for death shouldn't be his attitude towards life.Of course he knew why Snape viewed death in such a way, and after looking at the man's memory, he could totally understand it.But he couldn't accept it.

He will keep this man.He wants to see him.Even if Snape was still a rock, and what he did was still as stupid as a piece of metal trying to infiltrate the rock, he wanted to see him.

"Oh, I see." Phineas was still stroking his beard, "I thought you were trying to find an excuse to go out and fight the Dark Lord—this is a bit like a Slytherin."

Even though he said that, he didn't move.Harry also remained silent, not at all interested in arguing with Phineas about his suitability for Slytherin.After continuing to observe him for a while, Phineas said lazily, "I have a message from Albus Dumbledore."

"What message?" said Harry. "Stay here? But I'm not the snake. I have to go back. I have a lot of work to do. Voldemort is too active."

"You're so right," Phineas said calmly, "Dumbledore wants you to stay here."

"But can't you do me a favor and ask him if I can go back?" Harry asked.

"He told you to stay here." Phineas raised a thin black eyebrow, as if he thought Harry was being rude.

Harry stuffed his right hand into his pocket, suppressing his anger.The figurines were no longer in his pockets, but the habits he had acquired through countless snowy nights were still there.When Dumbledore asked him to learn Occlumency, he said that he was asked to take more responsibility, and responsibility meant trust.But after his Occlumency has improved considerably, Dumbledore's actions and what he said are completely different.

"Then you go back, walk up and down the corridors, and ask Professor Snape to come see me!" he said irritably, "I am no longer a stupid student who can only do bad things! If they keep me waiting forever If I'm excluded, how do they know when I'm worthy of trust? They have to give me a chance to prove myself!"

"That's why I hate being a teacher! Young people always think they're grown up, but they always mess up everything!" Phineas said curtly, pointing at the painting with a finger The edge of the frame, "Poor conceited little guy, have you ever wondered why Dumbledore didn't tell you every detail of his plan? When you feel wronged, you don't think about it, obey Dumbledore Have your orders ever harmed you? No, no! You, like all young people, think that only you have feelings and thoughts and you can see danger and you can save the world. It's none of your business, Potter , at least it's none of your business now!"

Harry stared at Phineas for a moment, thinking about the dawns he had seen in several different places over the past twenty years.Then he sat back on the bed and spoke calmly.

"Well, Professor Black. I left school very suddenly without a book in my hand. As a student, I want to make the most of my time studying, which is not a bad thing, is it? Please send me a message. If Deng Professor Bullido insisted that I not go back to Hogwarts. After the new semester starts, can I make up lessons and learn some new spells? After all, sooner or later, I will duel with Voldemort one day. I wanted to start from this The holidays begin."

Phineas stroked his beard, didn't teach Harry this time, and disappeared after a while without saying a word.

Many days passed in waiting for the Christmas holidays.Fortunately, with Arthur's improvement, the children of the Weasley family became friendly again, and Mrs. Weasley was no longer so neurotic.But no one came to Harry, neither Dumbledore nor Snape.Not even a single message.Phineas has never been seen in his own frame since.Sirius, joyous again because the house was full, had worked tirelessly to furnish the whole house, and by the time they went to bed on Christmas Eve it was almost unrecognizably beautiful.

On Christmas morning, Harry and Ron got up rubbing their sleepy eyes.A new day begins.

Without changing their pajamas, they sat at the foot of the bed and started unwrapping presents.Harry had had nothing to do for so long and felt empty, but Ron didn't think so.Not getting their school bags back gave him a brief escape from homework, and he was glad no one had thought of getting them all back so far.

As Harry picked up the last present, there was a loud snap beside him.George and Fred Apparate in their room.

"Merry Christmas," said George, "don't go downstairs just yet."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Mum's crying again, and Percy sent back the Christmas jumper," Fred said heavily. "Not even a note, not asking how Papa is, not visiting him."

"We tried to reassure Mum that Percy's just a bunch of rat shit, but it didn't work," said George, "so Remus took this on, and it's best to wait for him to get her over with before we go on." Go down and have breakfast."

"But little Harry, I'm afraid you're going to have a bad morning, and I hope it won't affect your whole day," said Fred, walking over to look at the present in Harry's hand. "We'll stay up there, You're going to the kitchen. Snape has something to say to you."

Harry didn't react for a moment.He thought he'd at least be doing nothing until the holidays were over.

Ron opened his mouth in horror. "Snape?" he asked blankly, "Harry, what mistake did you make to make Snape chase you to Grimmauld Place? Did you really get a T in your last homework?"

"Go, Harry," giggled George, and took a Chocolate Frog. "Go, he says he won't be around long. At least he won't reprimand you for too long, will he?"

Harry stood up and started changing quickly.One leg of his jeans was twisted, and it took several shakes before he managed to put it on.After one or two minutes, he forced himself to calm down, and slowly left the room and went downstairs amidst the three brothers' eulogies.He pushed open the kitchen door and saw that Sirius had already woken up. He and Snape were sitting at the long table with an open letter in front of him. He rubbed the corner of the letter with his fingers angrily.

"Merry Christmas, Sirius, Professor Snape."

"Merry Christmas, Harry," Sirius replied through gritted teeth.Snape snorted, but said nothing.

"I say." Sirius leaned back, tilted his chair up, and said loudly to the ceiling, "I hope you'll be nice to Harry, Snape, this is my home."

There was no expression on Snape's pale face.Harry sat down beside Sirius and looked across the table at Snape.

"I should have talked to you alone, Potter," said Snape impatiently, "but Black—"

"I'm his godfather." Sirius said louder.

Harry smiled.

Since returning to this point in time, those memories that seemed to have become distant and blurred due to the deliberate closure have gradually recovered bit by bit, unexpectedly vivid.He had already acknowledged the fact that his childhood heroes weren't perfect, and it took him a while to accept them.Sirius treated him absolutely sincerely, he was still rude to Snape, but it was to protect his godson.Harry felt that if it could make Sirius happy, it would not be unacceptable for Snape to be wronged.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's order," said Snape, ignoring Sirius' provocation completely. "The Headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, that he wants you to start learning to duel."

"Study—who's going to teach me?" Harry asked blankly.His heart was beating violently, and his face flushed with surprise. He never thought that he could achieve his goal so easily.

"Myself. Due to your request." Snape gave him a disgusted look, but his tone was gentle when he spoke, "After school starts, you receive individual tutoring three times a week. When people ask, you have to tell them that you Taking Potions tuition, especially Dolores Umbridge. Understand?"

"Understood." Harry said dissatisfiedly, incorporating all his protest into his tone, "Three times?" Obviously it was four times before.

"Your poor Potions grade won't deny the necessity to anyone who has seen you in my class. No less."

"No! I want to—" More, four times a week, or seven times.

"Snape, learning duels and jinxes may be a bit of a pain—" Sirius sat up straight as he spoke, and he glanced at Harry, obviously interpreting the redness on his face as anger and reluctance, Instead of being happy, "If I hear you're messing with Harry by teaching him to duel, I'll get you."

Snape didn't speak for a moment.But he clearly wasn't planning to settle down, and Harry could clearly sense that he was calculating.His eyes flicked from Sirius' face to his hands under the table. "How touching," he sneered, "but you must have noticed that Potter resembled his father?"

"Not bad," said Sirius proudly.

"Then you should know that he is conceited and conceited. Criticism and advice are deaf to him, aren't you? You despicable murderer?" He said, not showing due guard against Sirius, but fierce Glared at Harry.

Harry was taken aback.He had known the truth of that night since the last time, and there was no way Snape didn't know.But he still called Sirius that.He looked up into Snape's face, and Snape's eyes flashed mockingly, possibly with anger, but Harry's Occlumency had advanced to a point where he knew a master Occlumency master could do anything. False response, may lie in any situation.He did it on purpose.

Sirius was undoubtedly angrier than Snape, and his anger was real: "It wasn't me who betrayed them!"

"But there's no denying that you're still a murderer. I've known you had potential since you were in school, Blake!"

"You despicable slug! If I succeed in killing you, the survivors will be Lily and James, and many more!"

In an instant, the expression on Snape's face disappeared.His hand moved slightly.

Before Sirius could draw his wand, Harry scrambled up the table and was between the two of them.Sirius' hand fell still in his pocket, and Snape's wand was aimed at Sirius over Harry's shoulder.

"Go away, Potter!" he growled petulantly, spitting on the ground.

The distance between the two of them was so close that Harry felt like he was going deaf.Snape rarely spoke so loudly, and Harry was thankful that the enraged man hadn't been so angry as to give him a kick.He's only been through it once, but he can definitely say he's had enough of tough dragonhide boots.

"How dare you talk to Harry like that, snotlite!" Sirius snarled, too, spitting in Snape's face.

Snape dodged nimbly, pointing his wand at Sirius' nose.Sirius took out his wand and pointed it back quickly while he was dodging, almost poking Harry's temple because of his haste.

The only thing Harry is thankful for now is that he is still very short.The two men held each other's wands against each other's noses, and the tips of their noses were now much higher than his height when he was kneeling on the table, so that his head had not yet been squeezed into a small sandwich between the two wands. "Enough! Can't you guys stop fighting every time you meet?" he shouted. "Use your adult senses!"

"Put away your beautiful fantasies and focus on reality, Potter! There has never been such a thing as reason under the head of your godfather, and there is nothing to prove that he is an adult except for living too long and his body begins to rot!"

"'Only', snot-nosed? You are the best person in the world for that word! Get out of the way, Harry! I've heard all the horrible things he did at school, including embarrassing you! Don't know why Buzz left a Death Eater among the vulnerable students! I'll take care of this big problem for him!"

"You want to say that I threatened Dumbledore? What can I use to threaten the greatest white wizard of this century?" Snape sneered, the tone of his saying the words "greatest white wizard of this century" Full of sarcasm, "What appalling thing have I done that I don't even know about? Except that the notoriety has far surpassed me?"

Harry knelt on the spot in despair, his knee hurt so much that he sat down on his knees.The two men went over his head and shouted at each other, arguing endlessly, sometimes even roaring at the same time, which tortured his ears.

He couldn't be more clear.Snape's childhood and his family's Muggle class determined that he would not have much upbringing, but the long-term affiliation of Slytherin House has already permeated every cell of him with elegance; After a long time, he became casual, but the good education brought to him by his family will never be obliterated in the second half of his life, even if he lives in a garbage dump.These two men—perhaps two of the most powerful living beings of their age—seemed to have degenerated, physically and mentally, into some kind of magical creature.They never used their upbringing on each other, and they're still spitting in the kitchen.

He stole a glance at his godfather, and then at Snape.The two of them seem to have no plans to spit at each other yet, and he doesn't have to worry about being affected for the time being.

Suddenly there was a burst of cheerful chatter and laughter outside the kitchen door.The door opened, Lupine nudged Mrs Weasley on the shoulder, and the children rushed in after them.Their talking stopped abruptly, and everyone stood frozen at the door, staring at the frozen scene in front of them: Sirius and Snape both turned their heads to look at the door, their wands pointed directly at each other's faces, and Harry knelt on the table up, hands hanging down, not even trying to push them away, as if he had been cursed stupid.

Both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands.Harry looked around, Snape sneered slightly, and Sirius regained his sanity under the watchful eyes of the sudden influx of witnesses.Snape pocketed his wand and strode out of the kitchen, ignoring Weasley and the others.When he got to the door, he turned around again.

"Monday after school starts at six o'clock, Potter."

He walked away, Sirius staring after him, his wand dangling to the side.Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to speak. If he asked Snape to take him away now, Sirius would probably be devastated.

Ron pursed his lips pitifully, staring at a pile of things at the foot of the table, his freckles almost losing color in despair.Harry followed his gaze. The ground was as clean as new, wondering if the two mouthfuls of angry spit had evaporated by themselves or had been cleaned up by one of the two fighting adults.On the foot of the table were his and Ron's schoolbags.

Sirius walked quickly upstairs.After a while, holding a gift wrap sullenly, he grabbed Harry's hand and shoved the little box into his.

"Take this, Harry," he said roughly, baring his teeth uncontrollably, "if the snot-nosed bully you, tell me with this. If I run over with my legs, I'm going to bite him to death In that greasy office."

The author has something to say: feel sorry for Sirius.In the original book, he was so happy when there was someone at home at Christmas, how lonely he is usually, especially with his character.Sometimes I really want to give him to whom in this article.Oops, it hurts, it hurts.

Pull Phineas out again and turn around.What he said touched my heart, I laughed.

Something happened suddenly, I can't continue to modify it, so let's post it first, and talk about it later... I found that I often post this article later, and my attitude is very improper.laugh.