[SSHP] End of life

A week later, when he finally received Snape's owl at the breakfast table on Friday, Harry felt reassured—Snape was still willing to teach him—and terrified—Snape would definitely use something more. Terrible way to punish him for his cowardice and rudeness last time.

He spent the whole day in anxiety.There was his favorite fruit pie for dinner on Friday, but he couldn't eat much of it.

He did a week of psychological construction.He wanted to apologize to Snape and argue with him, but he didn't know if he was really ready to face the rat again.He knocked on the door, went into the potions office, and found, sadly, that he didn't have to think much about it.Not to mention the rats and the Death Curse lessons, he wasn't even ready to face Snape himself.

The table was still pushed against the wall, the candlesticks were still there, and Snape was still standing by the table.For a moment, Harry almost had the illusion that this period of more than a week had never existed, and everything was his foreknowledge.He was still there on that Wednesday night, and the rat hadn't turned into a man yet.His fear had not yet begun.

"We continue today," said Snape calmly, tapping lightly on the springs of the cage door with one hand. "As long as you're taking this class, running away is useless. I want you to remember that, Potter, running away will only prolong your pain, and you must learn to face it."

Harry nodded, trying to convince Snape, who was preaching to him in a calm tone, that he wasn't an asshole.

"Out of body," Snape said softly.

The nightmare started again.James was dancing wildly, and Voldemort stood impassively by the cabinet.James was rolling - Cruciatus.Voldemort gouges out James' eyeball.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry said bravely.He was not surprised to hear that his voice was weaker than he expected.

"Improvement," said Snape, "at least there are more nosebleeds than last time...Go on."

Harry threw his head back and took a deep breath, trying to separate his emotions from his reason - he had to find resolve.But he found he couldn't find it.The separation he was able to achieve was enough to allow him to recover the ability to think clearly from the rapidly becoming chaotic thoughts. Under Snape's silent gaze, facing the two mice, he finally found out what his real fear was.In the previous week, he hadn't fully figured it out.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, pointing his wand at the mouse, taking a deep breath.

"Not enough, Potter! Go on!"

Snape was urging.Harry thought his voice was coming from a very distant place, indistinct.His ears were full of chaotic noises, and this time he couldn't make himself see all kinds of sky.

He once felt that the sound of the death curse was like an invisible giant whizzing through the air. For a long time, he regarded it as the sound of the death of the soul-he believed that a person's soul is the most powerful thing in the universe. Weight, the bulkiest thing.But as time passed and the war continued, he watched every death curse, swallowed death and pain, and finally the sound no longer frightened him, and he was so numb that he could even sleep peacefully among them, as if he was in the midst of a bombardment. Soldiers resting peacefully in the trenches.He has seen too many deaths in the past days - for the benefit of more people, in order to win, he has stepped over countless corpses, and the last thing he needs to cross is his own corpse.He was never afraid of pain or death, he was just afraid that the long road to the terminal would turn him into a monster he didn't even recognize.

He glanced at Snape, who was standing far away from him.The rock-like hardness of this man keeps him going forward, and he never has to worry about his deterioration.Harry looked down to assess the distance between them. The rat was between them. He could pretend to be uncomfortable and keep moving, but he couldn't move to his side within ten steps.And there was no way he could have endured ten more Killing Curses.

The inexplicable cold in the office at the bottom of the lake prevented Harry from gripping his wand, and he looked away longingly from across the room, not wanting to show the slightest wavering. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, closing his eyes.

"Potter, open your eyes!" said Snape angrily, ignoring the resentful look Harry was looking at him. "Your spell should be directed at the mouse, not the wall!"

"It's not the same as the previous spells, it's really hard for me to do this. At least give me a buffer between spells." Harry said feebly, just cast a few killing spells on the mouse , he felt that his strength was exhausted, "I know you want to train my willpower, but why can't we do it step by step?"

"Because you don't have the time," Snape replied. "Raise your wand."

"But I don't think I need this type of willpower. Ordinary offensive black magic? Even slightly less willpower than the Unforgivable Curse, if it works on the battlefield! Maybe I After learning those black arts, it will be easier to learn the Death Curse!"

"Learning the Unforgivable Curses is by your own consent - starting high, Potter." Snape repeated coldly. "I ask you to raise your wand."

Harry glared at Snape.A high starting point - even if he can simply admit that he believes he has the ability to start with the Death Curse, he can get a little courage.But he just didn't say it.It's like this every time, even if it's only a close call, he will never cross this line.

He began to hate the man's stubbornness.Those years of silent resistance resurfaced in his mind, and he dropped his hands, refusing to follow instructions.

"Hold up your wand! If you can't even use your limbs, you might as well go straight to your death!"

"It was you who denied my plan!"

"Don't talk nonsense! I tell you to raise your wand, Potter!" Snape snarled, looking into Harry's eyes, and he swung his wand at the mouse, creating a gust of wind. "Don't waste my time !"

Harry and Snape looked at each other for a few seconds.He was surprised that there was no hesitation in Snape's eyes, and at the same time he remembered that Snape seemed to have stopped avoiding his gaze for a long time.The tall wizard had a grim expression, and his eyes were cold and determined, as if the one who exhausted his last strength to beg for "lookatme" was not his past.The look made Harry faintly panic.

It was during his fight with the dementors that he learned the details of "death" for the first time.These monsters have terrible magical powers, which can force others to recall the most painful memories of their lives, and fall into despair, so that they are paralyzed and unable to resist.But the details of the deaths he knew now far exceeded what the dementors could give him.The invisible connection between him and Snape existed because of Lily Potter. If Lily Potter's influence disappeared, he would have no way to keep him—he couldn't break this relationship with him. connection.This man is obviously more important than practicing the death curse, which is likely to fail in a lifetime.

"Don't I have the slightest advantage in me?" Harry said, testing the man's reaction pretending to complain, "Even if I'm just an ordinary student, at least my learning speed is not too slow. You have taught me for so long, I thought We can already live in peace and understand each other! Why do you still hate me so much? Don’t I have anything like my mother? Unless you tell me that you will use the same method to force her to learn the death curse!"

"I thought we'd made it very clear that non-classroom topics were forbidden, Potter."

"Answer me!" Harry yelled.

"If the answer makes you raise your wand," said Snape impatiently, "no matter how much you have inherited from Lily, as long as you have one flaw in your father, it means everything to me. .And obviously, the part that belongs to your father takes up more."

While feeling relieved, Harry suddenly felt a deep anger.After all of this, he still refuses to accept his approach.No matter how many things he did, he still couldn't achieve the slightest effect. Neither the prophecy nor this man would ever compromise with him.He dropped his wand and sat on the ground.

Snape was silent about his movements.Based on the consistent patience value of the man opposite, Harry judged that he was about to lose his temper.marvelous.That's what he wanted.

"I don't agree now," he said, looking into Snape's eyes defiantly. "If you're going to make me learn the bloody thing, I don't want to do it. I don't fucking. Anyway. In the end, it is death, and it makes no difference to me if I die sooner or later. I am unlucky enough, I will not give you another chance to torture me! You did it on purpose!"

"You mean it? It's only been three months since you last lost your mind?" Snape hissed. "This class has been in less than 10 minutes since it started! For your awareness as a coward, I can give you a death curse right now!"

Harry crossed his legs and sat on the floor in a posture that could be called fearless.He is a person who has gone through two wars, so he clearly understands that the death curse is not a reason to call him hysterical.Perhaps the death of a certain individual is infinite to some people, but in fact it is so small that it is not worth mentioning in war.He understands better that his responsibility determines that he needs to stand at the overall height to overlook the panorama of the war, and he will stand there, and he will learn to stand there.He won't run away, but that doesn't mean he's indifferent to sacrifice.What he needs now is very simple, just to vent his psychological pressure and seek some enlightenment.At the same time he was sure that Snape understood this too.Snape knew what he wanted better than anyone, but he never gave him what he wanted.

Since this man doesn't cooperate with him, he can't let him actively cooperate.Just as Snape knew the most effective way to piss him off, he also knew exactly what to say to piss Snape off.Now he's going to say it, he's going to get his revenge: "Give me your kindness now. Peace? Freedom? A world without Voldemort? All that I haven't had, and I don't need it. Because I don't How it feels to know what the hell they are. I don't need to—I'd love to die, at least the dead me will be completely me!"

Snape looked down at him.Harry thought he would continue to mock, but he didn't say anything.

"Why, this can't continue?" Harry said, Snape's indifference made him more and more angry, he even raised his hand and patted the floor angrily, "Can't the savior be negative? You didn't think But will I drop the pick and quit? My parents never asked me if I wanted to be treated as a savior but actually lived like an orphan, ruining the first ten years of my life. You used me as a marionette and ruined the next ten years of my life Years. When will I live my own life? Harry Potter, no! Harry! My own life!?"

Snape was silent for a while, and the whole cellar was filled with the sound of Harry's bellows-like panting and the screams of rats.At some point, the frantic dancing of James the Mouse had stopped.

"You're right." A few seconds later, Snape said grimly, "As it stands, choosing when to die is your only freedom."

Harry stared at Snape.

"No...I need to correct it." Snape's pale fingers were stroking his upper lip again, "On the main line of your life, as long as you don't deviate too far, you can also have some other small freedoms. For example, choose how big you are. Anyway, in the end, you will always be the only one, two people live as one. Before that, none of us except the Dark Lord can screw your empty little head. Not even Dumbledore."

"I don't cause trouble anymore! I never thought of causing trouble! It's something that provokes me! You arranged for me to try again and again, let me grow up in it, until I finally went to a duel with Voldemort, this is my final ending! This It’s all the life you set for me! Did I resist? I didn’t! On the contrary, I took this responsibility! But you are all forcing me! You are all forcing me! Do I have to learn how to kill? Anyway, I always Die!" roared Harry, jerking to his feet, panting heavily, and with an angry wave of his hand, a cloud of sparks shot out from the tip of his wand.

He didn't want to be cautiously assessing Snape's reactions any more in order to get close to him safely.He strode forward, picked up Snape's water glass on the table and took a few sips, and finally felt that the dry mouth after the rage was relieved.He tried to throw the glass in Snape's face, but ended up just smashing it on the table, splashing everywhere. "I'm not afraid of death, and I'm not a coward. I never thought of escaping. Of course I am willing to take this responsibility, but you can't act like you are forcing me to take responsibility!" He continued to shout, feeling unreasonable, but I also feel that my logic is impeccable.He waited for Snape's response to his sudden vexation.

But Snape didn't seem bothered to respond at all.He glanced at his glass of water and turned the conversation back to where it had been.

"I didn't force you to learn the Dark Arts. You asked for it, Potter. Let me guess at your original motives—perhaps to protect your heroic friends?"

"But I didn't ask to learn the Death Curse! I just thought—I just thought the Dark Arts would let me—"

"You think?" Snape put down his wand, looking as if all the patience he'd been holding onto had finally run out, "that's what you're going to do with your stupid brain. Pull me overboard, and then you slap your ass and walk away. You Saying that you didn't think about the consequences, that you regretted it, and then of course you can do whatever you want, express your contrition, and you're done. Leave others to lament the pointlessly lost time, or to clean up the mess for you. How silly of me, I should have known that a Potter would never learn not to cause trouble, every time! Good! Now get the hell out and tell Dumbledore you're not going to learn, do me a favor and save me some trouble!"

Harry stood there with his hands clenched, staring darkly at Snape.For a moment, he almost thought he was back in the corridors of those nights years ago, and the two faced each other with hatred.

The slight sound of running water and bubbling at the bottom of the lake exploded like thunder in the silent potions office.The expression of the man on the other side remained motionless.Harry gave him an angry stare, but he couldn't help thinking that Dumbledore was right most of the time - there was no dignity in the matter of dissecting someone he trusted.This man will never move forward, he is always the one who takes the initiative to move forward, but it doesn't matter, the person who cares more will always be a little lower, this is not a loss, he can adapt to this way of getting along.Now that he'd taken the first step, maybe he could try a second - easier than asking Snape to compromise, anyway.

"I'm just... I'm just afraid of becoming like Voldemort! If I only have legitimate anger in my heart, I can't use black magic, but if I get used to black magic, my bottom line will retreat more and more! At that time , how can you be sure that I will remember my responsibility? I may become the second disaster!"

Snape's expression seemed to have heard a big joke: "Justified anger? Do you think Dumbledore used all white magic? Didn't that stupid self-righteous foursome use black magic? Didn’t you fill in the employment consultation form that you want to be an Auror? You don’t even know what Aurors need to learn, and dare you say that you have taken your employment guidance seriously?”

"I know! You don't need to mock me! Of course I remember that Professor Dumbledore said that being kind to the enemy is cruelty to oneself! But I still find it difficult for me to—"

"Very good! I'm very happy to hear the savior speak the truth. Harry Potter, the savior of the British wizarding world, thinks it doesn't matter if everyone dies, as long as he can guarantee his own halo and innocence!"

"That was not what I meant!"

"Then prove that you have the ability to fight!" Snape roared, "I tell you to cast the Death Curse on this mouse!"

Harry looked at Snape resentfully, and raised his wand again.He realized that he had failed again.He suppressed his grievance and unwillingness, and went around such a big circle that both of them understood in order to accommodate the man opposite him, and finally persuaded himself to put down his dignity and say these words frankly, but his efforts had no effect at all.He didn't think his confession was commendable, but it was undeniable that for a moment he wished that Snape would show him a little mercy - or reassure him, although he himself thought that was unlikely.He never thought he expected more from Snape than usual, but he was disappointed and resentful when he found out that the man was still a stubborn old bastard.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled at the mouse, full of resentment and trying to vent his anger.Green light shot from the tip of his wand, and this time the rat Voldemort's body bounced upwards—but instead of falling dead to the ground, it writhed, screamed, and somehow became violently aroused. Sex, but bared his fangs to everyone in the room.

"A surprising development." Snape smirked, staring at the mouse.The next second, Voldemort the mouse backed away from them, and instead jumped at James the mouse, biting the other man's throat.

Blood splattered everywhere.The man's level, pointless teeth made the rat's mindless attack all the more bloody, and Voldemort the rat bit Jaime the rat's throat, leaving a bloody wound.Harry gasped. "Shenfengwuying!" he yelled, a horrible wound appeared on the mouse's face, and its head was turned to one side due to the impact of the curse.But it was too late, and Jaime the mouse collapsed to the ground and recovered as a mouse.The spell fails, it dies.

Looking at the mouse, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.His palms were full of sweat.

"I remember that the content of our class today is the death curse." Snape said, he looked very calm at this moment, his eyes hidden in the darkness seemed to be carefully observing Harry's situation.Then he opened the cage again.

The slight sound of the cage door swinging open sounded like thunder to Harry.He watched with resentment, horror, and despair as Snape took another mouse out of it, and the mouse fell to the ground, taking the form of James.

The mouse Voldemort's eyes were fierce, and Harry had never seen such a fierce and inhuman look even from Voldemort's own eyes.It pounced on the dead mouse on the ground on all fours, backed away with it in its mouth, and pressed it to the ground with its limp forelimbs. Harry felt the sound of flesh tearing and bones being chewed and crunched throughout the potions office. reverberates.Growling, James the Mouse stepped back, and Snape pointed the tip of his wand at it, and it remained in that position.

The mouse Voldemort's mouth and nose were bleeding, and there were pieces of meat sticking to his mouth.It also had a deep bony gash on its face, and Harry could see the whiteness showing through.It finished eating the mouse on the ground and jumped at the new mouse, James, on the opposite side.

"Death Curse, Potter!" Snape said loudly.Harry raised his wand, facing the inhuman ferocity, a chill ran down his back. "Avada Kedavra!" he screamed.

The mouse Voldemort roared, and blood spattered from its muzzle and even from the corners of its eyes.It shook its head, and one of James the Mouse's ears flew to Harry's feet.Harry subconsciously jumped back, and at that moment, he wanted to plead.But when he saw Snape standing aside, even greater anger jolted his mind.

Dumbledore was wrong, and he who believed in Dumbledore was also wrong.Maybe they were all wrong about Snape.He expressed it, but his expression was useless.He trusted, but his trust gave the other party a weapon to hurt him.His biggest mistake was expecting the bastard - everything was wrong.Fucking weakness, fuckin' trust, fuckin' Snape!

"Did you just think today's lesson was over?" Snape sneered. "Do you want to run away again? Weak, Potter! Your Killing Curse won't kill a fly! Raise your wand, and try again!"

"Fuckyou!" Harry growled with a pale face, wiping cold sweat.

"If you can, Mr. Potter." Snape waved his wand nonchalantly, and James the mouse fell to the ground and writhed helplessly, the Voldemort-form mouse biting wildly on his face.

"You are taking revenge on my father!"

"Think what you will, Potter. Now go on."

Harry glared at Snape, motionless.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. If you don't want to hit the Dark Lord with the Death Curse, then use it on someone else—Avada Kedavra!"

The mouse screamed.The green light was even dazzling, and it shrunk quickly, slipping from the face of James the Mouse and falling to the ground.Jaime the mouse was still rolling and screaming, its face rolling over the dead mouse on the ground several times.James was alone in the middle of the office.

Harry still didn't move.The bloody scene made him feel chills all over, but he was no longer afraid.He kept taking deep breaths, and if he didn't, he felt that he might smash the most visible mark on the face of this annoying man in front of him.

"I took this class to win, but I don't need the Death Curse," he said, full of resentment. "I will win because I have love in my heart, and I don't need to learn the Unforgivable Curses!"

"Love? Stupid word." Snape let out a mocking snort through his nose. "Dumbledore's brainwashing won't give you a millimeter of talent for learning spells, Potter. Unless you can Engage your brain and let it work."

"I can live until now because my parents love me! I have the most powerful magic in the world! Because of love, Voldemort will never be able to defeat Dumbledore!"

"I would be grateful if you would use the word for learning charms rather than simply saying it." Snape waved his hand in disgust, "use your brains, don't turn the lessons into Pointless bickering, time is limited. Either think or continue - I thought this form of mouse would speed you up a bit, but I was wrong again."

"Why do you insist on making the mouse look like my father!"

"Simple, because I like it."

Harry glared at Snape.Turning a mouse into a human form, although Snape easily said that it was the superposition of two spells, he knew that this could not be a simple spell, and no spell could turn one biological form into another A biological form.He doesn't do such spells.

Snape narrowed his eyes to observe Harry, and added: "It's also because - you don't know the spell. So, what will the savior do next? Keep practicing, or turn around and run away? I have to say that you are best at running away , from school to the forest, from the office to the dormitory, from one time to another—”

"You're provoking me. You know it's easy to do," said Harry coldly. "Then why didn't you turn the mouse into my mother?"

The smile disappeared from Snape's face.He said, "Because I don't like it. Mr. Potter."

When he pronounced Potter, the slight plosive sound between his lips was actually quite nice.But after Harry confirmed that he intended to provoke, this kind of provocation that had no positive effect on the progress of the course filled his chest with anger, which seemed to explode: "I won't run away! I just can't make this completely useless Necessary death - if the so-called war needs to adapt me to go so far beyond what is necessary to weaken the opponent, I would rather risk some injury to myself! I will never see it as normal, I will never accept it !"

"I learned about the great spirit of self-sacrifice of the Savior two years ago," said Snape. "Very well, Savior, you show mercy to all, but love won that war?"

No.He didn't win.Because he was - as Snape said, crazy.He had gone mad over Snape's death.But it is because of love that he is alive in this time, Snape is alive in this time!

And Snape, another person who has been greatly favored by love, laughs at love here-the only criterion in the world that can distinguish two powerful wizards who is the devil and who is the savior.Before he realized what he was doing, his wand was raised with his right hand and aimed at Snape.

His sanity snapped back at the last moment.He lowered his wand, terrified at the terrible treatment his impulsiveness might bring.

"Want to cast a spell on me? Potter?" Snape sneered.He walked up to Harry, who was shaking his head in horror, and picked him up by the collar.Harry tapped his toes to the floor, not completely calm, but at least calm enough to reflect on himself.Jaw thrust into Snape's fist, he was forced to look into Snape's eyes.After a few seconds, Harry turned his head slightly away, not caring how much the man would feel rewarded for his showing of weakness - as much as he had gotten himself when Snape looked away.

Snape also let go.

"I see, this stupid word is powerful enough to make an ignorant little bastard attack his mentor." Snape said coldly, "The great savior is omnipotent, and I have nothing to teach you Yes. Now get the hell out of here, Potter."

Harry felt a sudden urge to apologize for a moment.However, he didn't say anything, just looked back at Snape coldly, said goodbye in an even more indifferent tone, and slammed the door and walked out.Maybe he and Snape really didn't get along, he thought a little wistfully as he stepped out into the hallway, and this was a repeat of that nightmarish Occlumency session.They fought again, after he had done so much—after he had done so much.

The author has something to say: This chapter is no exaggeration. It took me more than fifteen hours to write, add and correct, and it killed me.Originally, I didn't want Xiaoha to explode as soon as he came up, but then I thought about it, he has been struggling for a week, and it shouldn't be too much to add an ingredient and immediately explode.It might be a little awkward to read the chapters without linking them together, but I took a few glances at the same time and felt that I could barely accept it.I was also thinking about whether or not to let Xiaoha learn the death curse.

I read a lot of Urobuchi Gen's works, he is always discussing things like reason and law, and either side is right.Killing people is unjust and against morality, but if he doesn't kill one person, he will kill a hundred people, so should he kill that person?If you kill him, he has parents, brothers and children. If you don’t kill him, the other victims also have parents, brothers and children. At this time, differences arise.

In the original book, Xiao Ha is very strong and enlightened, but I don't think he is a fighter yet.The prisoners of Azkaban have already escaped, and there are only a few Death Eaters. I think anyone should kill them when they see them, one less.But Xiao Hu didn't, and Hermione and Ron obviously chose not to kill people.I don’t know if it’s the difference in the way of thinking between the East and the West. The West talks about laws and human rights.Rowling's Xiaoha is very obvious, he can accept the pain inflicted on him and move on, no matter how much pain is given to him, he can stand up again, but he can't take it away.No matter how angry he is, he is still rational. His anger is always righteous and does not exceed the bottom line. I think that if he trains the death curse and realizes that he wants to take it, he will have this kind of reaction, but Xiaoha in the original book should not As for such a big reaction.He just needs to click, even a word of comfort, but unfortunately SS is too hard, it can only irritate him.

At the beginning of the original book, I thought it was a bit strange that Potter’s symbol would remove your weapon. Later, when I thought about it, it was not surprising that Rowling wrote it like this. There are only a few spells that directly kill people. Xiaoha didn’t study hard, except for "Standard Spells" The legitimate offensive spells taught above and by teachers are unlikely to be used otherwise.In short, based on Xiaoha’s character in the original book, I have strengthened Erha’s discomfort with taking the initiative to kill. I think there is a big difference between seeing death and doing it yourself, after all, teenage children.He can step over the corpse, but asking him to say something with a clear purpose is to kill people, without a second result, which is very difficult.The police who execute the death penalty still need psychological intervention. Even in a special war period, Xiao Ha is unlikely to pass the psychological barrier smoothly and make the decision to kill.

My point of view is not to talk about human rights with the people in Lao Fu.Especially those who know that it is impossible to return to the White Wizard side. If Xiaoha sees how scared and hesitant McNeil and Lucius are, and Stan Sampak usually looks good, then give them one Chances are fine, but Rolle is not.I felt very comforted when they used the Oblivion Charm in the cafe. It was something the three of them would do, and I thought these three children were too naive.If it were me, Voldemort's death would give them a chance, just put them in prison, but it is obvious that Voldemort is not dead, as long as he is not dead, the Death Eaters cannot help the Light Side or be neutral.And even if they are locked up, as long as they are not dead, Lao Fu will have a way to get them all out, but the number of people is still not small, and they stand up and cast the death curse.It is impossible to give them a chance at this time.

So enter the next chapter with caution, Audio-Technica shares my point of view.If you think that Xiaoha can only use weapons to kill you, saving everything, and not hurting anyone under any circumstances is the most important thing in his nature. Without this thing Xiaoha will no longer be Xiaoha, but be careful It is better to enter.But even if you decide to read the next chapter, don’t worry too much. I will try my best to stay close to the original book. Kindness is the basic character of Xiaoha, and I won’t let him go anywhere in the dark magic just because he figured it out.It's over after the entanglement is over, what should be or what should be.

And because this paragraph still belongs to the part of the death curse, I have reviewed it myself too many times, I am tired of aesthetics, and I can’t find any problems for the time being. After a while, I will look back to see if there are any logical flaws.I think Erha's reaction in this chapter is very clear, because he is afraid that he will become bad if he learns the death curse, and wants SS to comfort him, but SS just doesn't say it.Then Erha got angry, and if you don't tell me, I will piss you off, and start making troubles for no reason, trying to get SS up for a fight. As soon as SS got impatient and said that he would stop teaching, Erha became cowardly and decided to confess, but in the end SS still didn't comfort him, and he became even angrier.

There may be two to three chapters to be updated tomorrow, as promised to complete this section.This part is really torture.It is estimated that tomorrow will still be quite strenuous, and it may be relatively late. If there are bricks, we will shoot together tomorrow. Maybe I will be lying in the pit at that time and just take pictures casually.

I let Erha drink water. SS talk less even.laugh.