[SSHP] End of life

"I apologize, sir."

After Harry had lingered outside the Potions Office for 10 or [-] minutes, Snape finally let him in.The sullen wizard was sitting at his desk grading his last homework before the holidays, his greasy hair hanging down his cheeks.He listened to Harry's apology without even looking up.

"I apologize, sir!" Harry said loudly.He dropped his schoolbag and mustered up the courage to walk around the table and stand beside Snape.

"The savior is always right." Half a minute later, Snape waved his hand, "I said I have nothing left to teach you. If there is nothing else, Potter, you can leave my office. "

"Y-sorry, sir," murmured Harry, still in disbelief at the fact that he was willing to apologize to Snape, "I-I just-"

"If you lose even the ability to speak—"

"I'm sorry sir!" Harry said suddenly, "I know you mean well, I understand what you mean, I'm just... sorry, I'll get over it, I'll practice hard! It won't happen again!"

After a moment of dead silence, Snape finally raised his head and squinted his eyes at Harry for a few seconds.Then, without saying a word, he stood up, grabbed a small white mouse from the cage and threw it on the ground.A Voldemort appeared in front of Harry bent over.

Harry turned his head to look at Snape.The other party crossed their arms and leaned against the table.

He raised his wand, suddenly remembering the corrosive hatred he had for Bellatrix, and how his hateful spell on the dark night of Dumbledore's death could not harm even a single hair of Snape's. .It is really difficult for him to take other people's lives. No matter how much he hates, no matter how badly he is hurt, even if his own life is threatened, he will never take the lives of others because of what he has suffered.He has always believed that this is the bottom line of human morality, and he never thought that kindness can become cruel under another abnormal situation.

Hermione was right.He knew all too well what it meant to be brave enough to kill a Death Eater, it was necessary in every sense of the word.He had to get over that hurdle in his heart.He won't ask for more, and he doesn't have to learn the Death Curse today, he just needs to show Snape his determination.He was sure Snape would be tolerant of him, no matter how slow his progress was, as long as he showed his determination and will.

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to recite the incantation.The weak spell hit the little white mouse, perhaps causing pain. The mouse screamed sharply, and its red eyes fixed on him.

Snape still stood there, saying nothing.

The candlestick was on his left, and his shadow swayed slightly, cast on the table.Harry looked at the shadow and suddenly found courage.Snape was within two steps of him, his shadow covering him, his heat seeming to make the air unusually warm.He is still alive.

Harry eyed the angry mouse.He is now in the middle of a war, facing an unrepentant enemy.Emotions and thoughts are like water and oil.To do what is right, for the greatest good. —No, don't deceive yourself.Not for the greatest good, nor because of anger - "nature to save all" dictated that he could never let anger get the better of him.He just wants this person next to him to keep his meanness forever, keep him warm forever, never suffer, never bleed.The same goes for other people.

It was as if an inexplicable force rose from his chest and ran through Harry's arms.Feeling Snape's presence with all his heart, he shouted the incantation firmly.For some reason, he felt that he could do it.

Voldemort sprang to his feet, and without a scream fell limply to the floor, resuming his mouse form.Harry looked at the dead mouse for a long while before realizing that his hand holding the wand was shaking violently.He grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and after the heat in his chest disappeared, he began to feel lost.

"Good job this time, Potter." Snape's voice sounded from Harry's left ear, and he hadn't heard such a soft and soft voice so close for a long time. "Calm, firm, and purposeful, this is the perfect mental state for beginners to use the death curse. You only need to maintain this state while casting the spell, and it will allow you to cast powerful enough spells." Snape paused for a moment, and after a very short silence, he spoke again, "Learning to switch between the death curse and the mental state under normal circumstances, this is an essential skill for an Auror - to separate righteous anger from life. The difference between a dead Apostle and an ordinary wizard who uses black magic. For you, it's turning your indifferent kindness over and looking at it on the other side."

Harry could hardly believe that Snape actually said it.After he had fought and raged for so long, after he had given up on pushing him any further, Snape himself took a step back.His lips quivered a little, and he looked up at Snape.

Line of sight.Snape frowned. Unexpectedly, he showed rare patience to Harry: "You will not be the next Dark Lord. Dumbledore was right about one thing: everyone chooses who he is .Your relatives hurt you, but you use only magic to escape. You always refuse to hurt others, and you don't want power for yourself. That's enough."

He paused again, seemingly reluctantly: "The other side of justice is not necessarily evil, it is often another kind of justice. Bravery is not blindly self-sacrifice, but also has the courage to fall into darkness in order to protect."

"Thank you, Professor," said Harry.He stared at the mouse on the ground. Under the candlelight, he seemed to have the illusion that the mouse's body was shaking on the ground.

Snape was to his left, with nothing behind him.He felt a little helpless and wanted to protect his back, but looking around, only Snape's chair had a high back.Before he realized what he had done, he had pushed Snape away to sit on it, took off his shoes and hugged his knees, curled up in the chair.

Snape gave him a strange but harmless scrutiny, and his eyes met.Harry thought he was going to throw himself out or deduct points for parenting or something, but he didn't say anything, just flicked his wand briefly, and dropped the dead rat into a bucket at his feet.

"Professor, aren't you just... you won't be afraid?" Harry whispered.He rested his chin on his lap, staring at Snape's desk.It had Snape's half-graded essay on it, and one of the comments had just written a word.

Snape turned back, eyes narrowed.

"What do you seek from me? As I said, don't have unrealistic fantasies about me, Potter. I've never been a good person, power, oh, maybe, glory, when I was a student , I desire them more than anyone else. The power of the Dark Lord and the world he describes, I am really attracted. I have never had any discomfort when using black magic." He left the barrel, full of oppression Leaning down at Harry, "You think I'll be patient, bear you like your father's friends did, and counsel you, as an elder? Unfortunately I won't. I can even say that if that prophecy doesn't involve Lily, I'm not coming to this side, at least not that early."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"You want to ask why I know what you're thinking? No, there's no need for Legilimency, Potter. Presumably your little brain can't handle any more information, and it's already putting all your thoughts on your face. I put up with you That face for more than a year! You haven't died, Potter. I've died, literally. So let me tell you, after a man dies once, his memory and emotions become blurred, you Thought I still loved... the damn word - your mother, sorry, not so much anymore. Your father's troublesome foursome, I don't care that much anymore. Not to mention you - a til Reckless and impulsive student who is still causing trouble for me, your very existence makes me unhappy! Do you think I will treat you kindly? Stop dreaming!"

Harry looked at the thin lips that opened and closed in front of him, but the man straightened up quickly, the slightly softer Snape just now disappeared, and the Snape in front of him turned into a grumpy old bastard, Harry couldn't help it I wonder if this is the switching state that Snape just said.He was still staring at those lips, as if he couldn't take his eyes off it. "Then you still act like you hate Sirius so much?"

"I didn't want to talk to him, Potter." Snape's voice made Harry feel like he wanted to spit on the ground again, "Even if he's just a stranger, you can allow a stranger to insult you and still want to Your life?"

Harry looked at Snape, digesting the sudden flood of information.After a while, he said, "But why did you suddenly tell me this today?"

"I think I probably know what Dumbledore said to you." Snape said thoughtfully, with a mocking smile on his face, "Your mother's avenger, who ruined the first half of his life and wanted to use the next A half-life redemption, a person who has gone wrong? Do you think you are my only weakness, and you still think that I will treat you as the only special? Mr. Potter, when will you learn not to rely on it and solve things by yourself? Don't waver and think like you're ignoring everyone's warnings and insisting on getting into trouble?" he said, folding his arms suddenly as if to stop himself from drawing his wand and cursing Harry, "You cling to those memories thinking they It's my whole life asking me to be honest and yelling at me so many times that I'm not even educated. Well then I can repeat it to you again - one last time, I don't give a damn about anything, I could have Get rid of everything safely, it's you who got me involved again! Your inability to let go made me repeat this hell! Please, great savior, please do me a favor, don't pester me anymore, let me go with the flow nature!"

Harry stared at him dumbfounded, surprised that he knew all along and pretended not to notice.After more than half a year, they finally pierced that layer of window paper, and all the camouflage was lifted, and everything that had pretended not to be seen was exposed.

Harry savored these new and strange feelings, and it took a long time before he found his own words: "I'm just sorry..."

"I don't need your apology, Potter! You have learned the Death Curse, and your mental state is enough to support all the remaining black arts! I just hope you don't harass me for the remaining two years!" He held up his hand and rejected Harry's addition with a firm motion, "If you're really sorry, give me - a poor man who's been messed up by your waywardness - some pathetic peace! "

Harry looked down.Snape said he had learned the Death Curse.But even a first-year student wouldn't believe that statement—his determination could do no more than kill a wounded and weakened mouse.His mental state was by no means strong enough to support other Dark Arts as Snape claimed.As we all know, Snape's teaching standards are extremely strict, and this immature death curse is obviously far from his passing mark.Harry was sure he was telling an obvious lie now, just to get him out of his office.

He didn't move, continuing to hug his knees and curl up in Snape's breath.After years of dealing with him, he knew that Snape, despite his short temper, would seldom refuse to answer a question.Even if his answer might just be a snarl telling him to get out.

"So, sir, even after all that—after all your feelings for my father and mother have disappeared, after two years of our being together again, you still hate me?"

"Obvious fact, Potter," Snape answered him, without a smirk, "you've finally put the ball on your neck to some use."

The irascible wizard was too impatient to spare even a taunt.But at this moment, Harry forgot the previous hesitation.A trace of joy gradually expanded in his heart-he always thought that they were connected by relying on his mother, and once this bridge was lost, the connection between them would completely cease to exist.But it was clear that Snape's connection with him had become more than that over time - despite Snape's refusal to admit it.He straightened up and asked: "Is it Harry Potter you hate? Isn't it because I'm my father's son? Because I'm arrogant, I'm reckless, or rude, stupid? Not because of my shortcomings and my Same as dad?"

"I have to say that after the second life, the savior boy finally has a correct understanding of his arrogance, recklessness, rudeness, and stupidity." Snape spat out those derogatory words word by word, his tone was like It was razor-sharp, "Get out now, Potter, you've been with me long enough, stop challenging my patience."

He paused, and continued to say in a cold tone: "There is one more thing. If you dare to yell nonsense at me again, I will give you a nagging soup, so that you can't stop for the rest of your life."

Harry and Snape looked at each other for a few seconds, then obediently took their legs off the chair and put on their shoes.

"Sir, did I pass my first class? When is the next class?" He stood up and looked up at Snape, pretending that Snape had told him to practice the Dark Arts by himself just now.Regression to fifth year height made him fall short of Snape's shoulders again, and even though Snape was extremely unfriendly at this time, what he felt was not hatred and danger, but dependence - the man strictly forbade him to cast it on his body stuff.

"Wait for my notice," Snape said reluctantly, staring at him for a few seconds.He took the initiative to walk away from the desk so that Harry could pass by.He looked like he really wanted to do everything he could to get Harry out of his sight.

"Thank you, sir," said Harry, walking to the door and opening it. "Good-bye, sir," he said earnestly over his shoulder, and walked out.

When he said goodbye, he was very grateful that he didn't forget to say goodbye even when he was furious when he left last time.At the same time, he made a decision again: No matter what the situation was, even if there was a quarrel, even if there was a fight, he would always say goodbye to Snape.

The author has something to say: Guess why SS suddenly became angry from calm?laugh.

I set it up like this: Erha’s preconception is Bella’s words, SS never said that the death curse needs hatred, but Erha’s impression of Bella’s words is too deep, and he didn’t notice that what SS said was not hatred but determination.Because they are all black magic that tends to be evil in nature, he thought that the three Unforgivable Curses are the same. To successfully use the Unforgivable Curses can only be driven by improper anger, pleasure from torturing others or out of hatred .He can take revenge, but he can't kill others just because he was injured.So SS asked him to learn in another way according to his personality characteristics. As long as he can figure it out, he can learn it. If he can't figure it out, the two of them will keep arguing.

Why did I set it like this, because Xiaoha used the Imperius Curse very well when holding the gold cup.At that time, he had a clear goal, and he was not afraid of anything in order to achieve his goal, and he didn't have so many worries.Based on this plot in the original book, I set the three types of Unforgivable Curses to have different necessary conditions for successful use. The other two are determination and clear goals. Only Cruciatus is immoral and purely for torture.The Death Curse is a little more difficult than the Imperius Curse, because it cannot be reversed after being used.Only those who are truly aware of the consequences and can accept them can use it with determination.Xiao Ha is soft-hearted, upright, and will not torture others, so it is more difficult for him to learn the Cruciatus Curse. SS will not let him learn.

In fact, SS had reminded him before.Use love instead of saying, what the hell is righteous anger You think no one in the Order of the Phoenix uses black magic.It's a pity Erha always remembered Bella's words and didn't understand.

That's the end of the death curse part, I've had enough, let's leave it at that for these two chapters, after a while, I'll look back and talk about it if I have any questions.Now it’s really aesthetic fatigue that can’t be seen at all. No matter how you review it, you feel that the logic is incoherent, and then you can’t find faults.In short, the most tangled part is over, Erha has basically been tuned|taught by SS to be honest, and there will be no such long quarrels in the future.That's it, if you feel that the thinking is too jumpy or think that Audio-Technica or SS should not think so or have some kind of reaction, welcome to discuss and welcome to make bricks.

The SS relationship line will start tomorrow, Gao Tian warned, take it easy and don’t shoot me to death, then there will be no more.laugh.