[SSHP] End of life

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the fifth-grade students walked into the auditorium and sat down in front of the upside-down test papers.Harry was exhausted and would rather face Voldemort.Fighting is his instinct, but exams are not.

He could only hope that history would produce a small change: Voldemort would not act today, but put off his actions until tomorrow, so that he could go to sleep after his exams.Then maybe before tomorrow started, he could get on Ron's broomstick and take off for a ride - Snape's steady broom was such a pain in the ass he felt like he could outrun it sometimes.

He answered the questions one by one.Ron was on a table to his left, and he heard Ron's quill gleefully swipe across the paper.Hermione would rush over after the exam and ask him if he had peeked at the paper, why he guessed so well - but what did it matter?As long as they graduate, this knowledge is no longer important, and even if they really remember it, they will forget it.He didn't want to teach History of Magic.Professor Binns can teach for another 1 years, maybe longer.

He felt that he had written for a million years and finally answered the tenth question.State the reasons and circumstances which led to the founding of the International Confederation of Wizards and explain why wizards in Liechtenstein refused to join.Let's write, he thought, after finishing this question, he will get a passable grade, and he has to sleep for a while.He was sleepy to death, and his hands were sore from writing.

The sand in the hourglass in front of him was slowly leaking down, and he was walking down the cold, dark corridor of the Department of Mysteries again.The black door that had been missing for several years was opened again for him.He walked straight ahead, turned left when he reached the 97th row of shelves, and hurried along the narrow aisle between the two rows of shelves.As expected, there was a figure on the floor at the end of the passage, a figure moving across the floor, what appeared to be a wounded animal.Harry's stomach tightened suddenly.

A voice came out of his own mouth, a shrill, cold voice with no trace of human kindness in it: "Get it for me! Take it off, quick! I can't touch it, but you can!" "

The black figure on the floor moved slightly. "You kill me!" His haggard face was full of unyielding.Harry saw a hand with long, white fingers gripping a wand and raising it at the end of his own arm.He heard the sharp, cold voice say, "Crucio!"

When Voldemort lowered his wand, Harry fell to the ground.He woke up, still screaming, knocking over several tables as he rolled around.His scars were burning, and around him, everyone in the auditorium was startled.Some people wanted to stay away from him, some ran towards him, and some were peeking at the students' answers.

"Sirius!" he yelled, not expecting his voice to be so hoarse.Then he realized that even though he knew it was fake, he was still terrified.

"Mr. Potter, are you okay? Do you need to go to the medical wing for an examination?" The old professor who invigilated him helped him up and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, sir," said Harry, wiping the sweat off his face. "Really, I just fell asleep and had a bad dream." He said as he shook off Professor Tofty's hand. After finishing the paper, I feel...I think..."

"Very good, very good." The old wizard said gently, "I will put away your test paper, and I still suggest you to lie down."

"I will," said Harry, nodding vigorously, "Thank you very much."

No sooner had the old man's heels disappeared into the Great Hall over the threshold than Harry ran for a side staircase and darted down the corridor, making the portraits on the road grumble unhappily.He rolled to Snape's office door like a hurricane, opened it and barged in.

"I - I just had that dream!" he yelled, as Snape watched him with folded arms from behind his desk.

"Start tonight!" he said nervously and excitedly, pacing back and forth in the potions office, "it's too dangerous, I don't want to take them this time, they probably won't listen...but I will try to minimize Bring one is one. When you see sparks shooting out of the Forbidden Forest after dark it will start, sir! Umbridge needs to be taught a lesson... I've got to inform Draco..."

Snape watched in silence as Harry paced up and down his room. "Potter," he said.

"I'm sorry sir! I'm not giving you orders—"

"What did you say to Dumbledore that day?"

"What—" Harry gaped.

"What did you use in exchange for my 20 years of work?" He said coldly.

Harry looked at him, apprehensive. "I just told Professor Dumbledore that you have feelings for me and want to protect me. The Malfoys have no feelings for me. They can take over your job and stand by our side and watch me die... I didn't mean to say that Yes, sir! Only if you and Lucius Malfoy are both tormented by Voldemort, why not save at least one..."

He watched Snape's expression, his voice getting smaller and smaller. "I'm selfish, so I chose you. I can't watch you endure even one Cruciatus Curse. Don't be angry with me. You can no longer replace Lucius, we have already agreed..."

Snape stared at Harry, who tried to speak but had a bitter taste in his teeth.

It shouldn't be like this.This kid did it all for him, and he should give it to him, force him to accept it, whether he wants to or not, and probably yell at him for refusing.But he looked at him so carefully, as if he owed him instead.

Many thought he was a vicious, bigoted, partial bastard.Normally, he wouldn't deny that he was stubborn or that he was fundamentally bad, but there were other traits that belonged to Slytherin in addition to the admittedly sinister Slytherin.It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.If he can't resist these people manipulating him again and again, he doesn't object to living comfortably.

He continued to stare at Harry.The boy knew him, but didn't know him well enough.Under his gaze, he shrank even more.And he didn't mind a bit of revenge for his unauthorized arrangement.

He said nothing.Often when he did this, the boy would think about some very unimaginable things, and the longer the silence, the more divergent the boy's thinking.He still had some time, at least to get what he wanted for himself before being forced to carry out their plan.The more flustered the savior was, the happier he was.

The door of Snape's office slammed open, and Draco walked in quickly: "Professor—" He looked at Harry who was standing cowering in the middle of the office, and then at Harry who was silent with his arms folded. Snape automatically fell silent.

"Go back and inform your father." Snape glanced at Harry, and said to Draco in a deep voice, "This time, in order to kill the other party as much as possible, some people involved in the operation may not belong to the Order of the Phoenix. Tell him to protect him." he himself."

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Harry led Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny to the 97th row of shelves. Their footsteps echoed in the empty room, and the surrounding glass balls gave off a faint light.As he ran, he wondered in horror what he would do if this dream were real.Fortunately, the ground was covered with dust and there was no one around.

He made a grumpy look, walking up and down the end of the shelf, praying that Ron would find the crystal ball soon - he never told them the details of these events.After a while, Ron said in a confused voice, "Harry, look at this ball, it has your name on it."

Harry walked over and stood on tiptoe to look at the ball.He never wanted to see the prophecy again.Hermione said sharply, "Harry, I don't think you should touch it."

"Why?" Harry said his lines.It wasn't until the voice came out that he was surprised to find that his tone was unusually gloomy.

"No... I just don't think I should," said Hermione.Neville also echoed, "I also think it's best not to."

Neville rarely expressed his views.But the script was set, and Harry had to think apologetically that he wouldn't listen.

"Okay then," he said, "you four stand by the door now. I'll pick it up and see if it explodes or there's a hole in the floor for me to fall in."

"Don't be kidding—"

"I'm not kidding!" said Harry. "It's got my name on it! If it's the key Sirius left me, he's right there waiting for me to save—"

He softened his tone and said, "You go to the door. We stand apart. If I fall into a trap, you can get me out."

No one refuted this time.Ron retreated to the door with the three of them, all looking in Harry's direction.It wasn't until Harry reached out and touched the crystal ball that he realized he was afraid.He's about to face another dogfight against the many Death Eaters he got away with with all his friends last time, and this time it's a whole new risk.

He took a deep breath, took the crystal ball off the shelf, and slowly wiped the dust off it.Soon, a lazy voice sounded from behind his right. "Very well, Potter, now turn around slowly and give it to me."

Harry tensed up.He'd bet his life that Snape wouldn't cast a spell on him, but then he realized he didn't actually trust Lucius Malfoy.The blond Death Eater, who may or may not have been deceiving them, his gray eyes icy, held out his left hand, palm up, to him.Suddenly many dark figures appeared around him, and eleven wands were raised, aiming at Harry's heart together.

"Trap? Clever, isn't it?" said a Death Eater hooded.The others laughed.

"Harry!" the students shouted from the door. "Stay away!" Harry said loudly.None of the twelve Death Eaters looked towards the door, as if the four were stone statues that posed no threat to them, not even a single wand deviated from the position of Harry's heart, and a few approached him a few steps.

"Tell me where Sirius is!" Harry shouted. "If you give him back to me, I might consider giving you the ball—"

"The baby woke up with a fright and thought the dream was real," said a woman in a baby-like voice, which was very repulsive.It's Bellatrix. "It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter." Lucius said, hanging down his left hand that had been stretched out in front of Harry, and slapped him in the shadows. Gesture, "Give me the oracle quickly, or we'll have to use wands."

"Armor protection!" Harry shouted suddenly, an invisible wall appeared around him, several Death Eaters who were too close to him were knocked sideways, and a gap appeared in the surrounding circle.He yelled as he ran towards the door: "Blow up—blow up—to pieces!"

No more reminders from him.Four voices sounded at the same time and shouted the spell with him, and four red lights that were slightly slower than his light hit the shelf, and the crystal balls fell like raindrops, and the shelf collapsed.A Death Eater burst out of the dust, trying to grab Harry, but Harry jerked down, narrowly avoiding his hand.He slammed his shoulder hard against the man's jaw, knocking him backwards.He grabbed the wand in the Death Eater's right hand and snapped it in half as he ran.

"All the stones—"

"No, Bellatrix!" growled Lucius Malfoy, and a ray of light sank into the shelf beside Harry, which collapsed and blocked Harry's path. "Don't hit, we need the Prophecy Ball! Don't hit him—he'll smash the ball when he falls—"

"Armor protection!" Harry yelled, jumping over the legs of the frame and sprinting forward through the rolling balls and debris without looking back.The voices of Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny roared in front of him, and spells of spells brushed his side, sweeping away the danger behind him.Some crystal balls floated up and shot behind him like cannonballs.

"Run, run!" Harry yelled, waving his arms desperately at his friends.They turned and fled, Harry being the last to rush through the door, slamming it shut.Hermione was standing next to him, joining him in putting all sorts of random locking spells on the doorknob.

"Run, Hermione!" said Harry curtly, and he found his tone sounding like an order, but he didn't have time to adjust the remedy.Hermione ran beside him, and they ran through the shimmering cloche where the tiny eggs hatched the birds, to the other side of the room where the door led to the circular hall.The others didn't know where they went, maybe they got lost again.When they were nearly running to the door, Harry heard something huge and heavy banging against the newly-locked door behind them.

"Araho Cave is open!"

The door panel flew out and hit the wall before bouncing to the ground. "Stupid!" Harry yelled over his shoulder, and a panting Death Eater appeared behind the door, was struck head-on in the chest by his spell, and flew backwards, knocking down several other shadows.

"Go to that door!" Harry yelled, pushing Hermione into the next door, followed by him.The moment he stepped on the threshold, a transparent glass cover suddenly appeared in front of the door, which bounced him back, making him dizzy.Bellatrix jumped from behind on the Death Eater's body, her high heels squealing and screaming at her fellow Death Eater.She ignored the swearing, and raised her wand at Harry: "All petrified!"

The door leading into the hall was less than ten paces away from Harry, but he clearly couldn't run.With a quick leap to the side, he got into the door next to Hermione's and closed the door behind him.The lock clicked, and within half a second, the door turned into a wall in front of him.He turned pale with fright, rushed forward and knocked, the wall was still the wall.

Harry looked at the white wall, intending to step back and blast it open.The room was very small, and before he even took a few steps back, he felt something pushing him from behind.He turned around and it was a doorknob.There was a door behind him.

He looked at the door handle, which was long and needed to be pressed down to open the door, while the door that had just turned into a wall in front of him had a round handle.It needs to be twisted to open it.

He had never been in a room like this, and the last time he, Neville and Hermione were running back and forth between the hall and the elevator.He hesitated for a moment, put his ear against the door and listened for a while, but there was no sound outside.

He hid himself behind the wall beyond the doorknob, and flung the door open with a swift hand.There was no one in his field of vision.He dodged out from behind the wall and pointed his wand at the other side, but there was no one there.He walked out, and there was a circular hall outside, as if the rapid running and chasing just now were fake, this hall was very quiet.Uniquely, its walls are dotted with glowing doors.

Harry walked slowly against the wall, his wand held flat at his side, and he thought his gait and behavior were like those of a spy on TV.It's been a long time since he watched TV, and it's been a long time since he secretly played Dudley's game console, so long that he wasn't even sure if he needed it now.The hall was empty and spacious without any shelter, and Harry didn't dare to open any doors for a moment, he didn't know where these doors would lead him.

Just as he was about to go to the next door, the fifth door ahead of him opened.Lucius Malfoy ran out, followed by three Death Eaters.A Death Eater was massive, and Harry was impressed by his baby head the last time.Bellatrix wasn't in there.

The author has something to say: I forgot that the festival should be double-updated, right... I actually plan to double-update today, and I want to change the previous one, but I am really lazy. Anyway, I am not self-willed for a day or two...