[HP] Dearest Enemy

The pupils of the green eyes suddenly narrowed, and his face was blank.

"Sorry?" Harry said stiffly after a while.

"You said something that caught my attention when you were unconscious yesterday," said Dumbledore. "You said you witnessed my death, that I was killed by a man named Snape. If this is not Your fantasy, then I suppose it must have happened. Isn't that right, Harry?"

The green eyes and the blue eyes looked at each other through their respective lenses for a while, and finally Harry's Adam's apple twitched twice, and he slowly turned his head back.

"Yes." Harry finally replied as if giving up on something, concealing the monstrous waves in his heart.Although Dumbledore didn't know the most crucial part yet, with his wit and sensitivity, Harry had no doubt that sooner or later he would lose the secrets he wanted to take to the grave.It was because of this reason that he knew about it.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with interest: "Will you answer my question, Harry, then?"

"I can answer your question," said Harry quietly, "but not now."

"Ah, of course." Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "You are seriously injured and need a good rest. I will take care of you for a while until Alex comes back."

Harry's eyebrows twitched, and he turned to look at him. Dumbledore was looking at him kindly, so he turned his head again, took off his glasses and threw himself into the soft pillow.He needs time to think.Harry still trusted Dumbledore, but he didn't adore him the way he used to.Lying to Dumbledore is a very difficult thing to do, Harry must ensure that Dumbledore will not kill Tom after knowing all the truth.Although Dumbledore admits that Tom is excellent, Tom is not his most admired student, and Harry knows this very well.

However, once the truth is told, even if Dumbledore doesn't think Tom will become the new Dark Lord in the future, he will at least be labeled as a highly vigilant label, and Tom will be closely watched by him.Harry quickly simulated all possible situations, and finally sighed inwardly.

Because it was summer vacation, Dumbledore was much more relaxed than usual, and stayed with Harry in the ward all morning.After lunch the therapist checked Harry again and asked Harry a few questions.

"How long have you been studying time magic?"

"About 15 years." Harry replied quietly.

"Has there been a similar accident before?"

Harry nodded after thinking for a while: "There was a similar accident six years ago, but the damage was not as severe as this time."

Dumbledore frowned imperceptibly, and the healer glared at Harry sternly.

"Mr. Potter, if there is another similar accident, I have no doubt that the next time I see you will be at your funeral." The therapist said with a straight face, "Did you find out when the accident happened six years ago?" Ever had a therapist?"

Harry shook his head: "The situation is not allowed. I was fleeing in Germany at the time, and I used some potions and healing spells myself, and nothing unusual was found afterwards."

The therapist glanced at Dumbledore, then coughed lightly: "Mr. Potter, according to my inference, the accident six years ago had some impact on your body." He paused, "It directly affected your body." It's just that your physical age stops at the time of the last accident, and it hasn't changed in all these years."

A dazed expression appeared on Harry's face, and the therapist's expression softened slightly: "The sequelae of this accident will not affect your physical condition. I believe that even in 20 years, you will still be as young as you are now."

"So I won't grow old again?" Harry asked.

"If nothing else has happened to you from this accident," the therapist said.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "I don't know if this is good news."

"Of course it's good news, Harry." Dumbledore smiled and stood up. "Mr. Bryan, I would like to have a few words with you alone."

They are out.Harry slowly raised his bandaged right hand, staring at his arm.The bone in the arm in front of him has been broken twice, and this is the third time.In fact, similar explosions have happened more than once in the past, and the reasons are different, which is why Harry put magic on the walls and utensils of the laboratory and even himself.But the only thing that can be confirmed is the explosion six years ago, because Alex was there at the time.Harry knew that every failure of the experiment would bring some degree of damage to his body, but he couldn't be sure what the damage would look like in the end.

How will I die?Harry thought about that sometimes.He imagined many kinds of situations when he died, but this vision gradually faded when he frequently passed by the god of death.Harry would not be surprised by the result that he died in a test accident. At the moment when the time converter exploded, Harry subconsciously thought that he was probably dead this time, but Tom's face appeared in front of him.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Dumbledore?" asked the healer, standing in the corridor.

"If possible, I don't want anyone to disturb Harry." Dumbledore said, "This is also Harry's wish. He likes to be quiet."

The therapist blinked: "I'm afraid this request is a bit difficult. You know that every patient has to..."

"Ah, I think you may have misunderstood me." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I just hope that Harry can be given a single room and that all visitors will not disturb him."

"It's not a big problem." The therapist said after hesitating for a while, "Mr. Potter can be transferred to the general ward in two days, and I will arrange him a secluded room at that time."

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore thanked him, watched the therapist enter his office, and then turned back to Harry's ward.

"You'll be changing wards in two days." Dumbledore said to Harry cheerfully, "You're recovering very quickly."

"I'll answer your question at that time," Harry said quietly.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I'm sorry I can't be here with you all the time, but I'll leave Fox here and let him bring me a message if you need anything."

"I will." Harry nodded to Dumbledore, who left quickly.

In order to prevent Harry from finding out what his main part-time job was, Tom specifically took on an errand job in Diagon Alley.It is not easy to work two jobs at the same time, but Tom is doing well no matter what, but Tom always feels exhausted when he returns to the residence every day, and he misses the hot dinner made by Harry himself.

But that guy hid in Hogwarts and refused to come back.Tom lay in the tub, staring at the tiles on the bathroom wall.He used Hedwig to contact Harry, and Harry didn't use the double-sided mirror to contact him.Although Tom was the first to do this, every day when he was lying in bed, Tom couldn't help but want to hear the voice of Harry saying good night to him, and then fell asleep under his own restraint.Once some things that have been used to change, it will become an unbearable torture.

Damn it!Tom closed his eyes resentfully, only Harry, he could not use coercion and inducement to make him submit, he could only look at him from afar, waiting for his approval, and only approached after obtaining his permission.Tom knew the personality of his godfather and love interest as well as Harry knew Tom.

But according to the current situation, it might be very difficult to even see him in the future.Tom sneered self-deprecatingly, and slowly opened his eyes.He won't deny everything that happened to him, but he doesn't like the sense of powerlessness that everything can't be controlled, and the loss and depression caused by knowing that he has no hope but still can't stop loving that person.

Too weak.Tom thought he didn't like the weak feeling, but he didn't like the nonaggressive, unalterable strength either.

Harry was moved to a separate single room with a bathroom, which he suspected the moment he entered was one of the best rooms in St. Mungo's.The therapist said that here Harry can get the best rest and will not be disturbed by idlers.Dumbledore came to check on Harry three times a day, and Alex was still on his way back.

On the afternoon when Harry changed the ward, Dumbledore couldn't wait to ask Harry some questions.

"How did you come to this time and space?"

"I don't know why," Harry replied. "I was hit by an Avada Kedavra and passed out. When I woke up again, I found myself in London in 1926."

Dumbledore had a serious expression on his face: "What year were you supposed to be in?"

"1997." Harry smiled wryly.

"Were you in combat?"

"No, I was going to die according to the order that Dumbledore Snape conveyed to me." Harry looked at his headmaster and said calmly, "That is your order."

Dumbledore was deeply moved, showing a surprised expression for the first time.

"By that time Grindelwald had been imprisoned by you in Nurmengard." Harry narrated flatly, "Just next year, you will defeat him in a duel and imprison him in his own prison. "

It took a few seconds for Dumbledore to speak again.

"How did I die?" he asked Harry, his gaze behind the glasses sharper than ever.

"You and Severus Snape co-planned your own death." Harry paused, avoiding his gaze. "Perhaps I should start with the cause of it all. Twenty years later, a man named Voldemort The person who became the second generation Dark Lord after Grindelwald. He was cruel and cold, and people dared not speak his name, calling him 'mysterious man'..."

Harry spoke very slowly.He talked about the dark decade that he had only heard about, he talked about the prophecy, about Voldemort himself marking himself and killing his family; He thwarted Voldemort's resurrection plan under the game of breaking points. He talked about the male student council president who came out from the diary and stood in front of him. He talked about the skeleton-like snake-faced man who was resurrected with his father's bones; He talked about the cave full of infernal corpses and Dumbledore's death, he talked about the memory of his life left by Snape at the end, and he followed the The plan left by Dumbledore before his death in memory, he died calmly.

It wasn't a pleasant memory, and Harry had to pause a lot to adjust his emotions before he could speak again.Those childhood experiences have always been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he can't forget those who have always been by his side, even though their faces have become blurred.By the time he had finished, the house-elf had been waiting with Harry's dinner for a long time.

Dumbledore had been listening in silence, occasionally interrupting Harry's narration to ask a question or two.At last Harry stopped looking at him, picked up a spoon and slowly swallowed the fish soup and bread for dinner with some difficulty, while Dumbledore sat silently aside.His sharp gaze was blocked by the reflection of the half-moon lens on the bridge of his nose, and there was no expression on his face, so it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Harry finished his supper and waved the house-elf to take away the tray.The therapist came in quickly, checked Harry's body as usual, supervised him to take his medicine, and then left.

"That's all for today, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said wearily, his voice hoarse from talking too much.He concealed and omitted a lot of things in the narrative, and he didn't want to accept any more questions from Dumbledore, he was already very tired.And this wise elder also needs a period of time to digest everything he just heard.

"Sorry to bother you for too long today." Dumbledore stood up, "I will continue to visit you tomorrow."

Harry nodded, reaching for his glasses.

Dumbledore walked to the door to go out, then turned around as if remembering something.Harry froze for a moment, then stopped taking off his glasses.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry with an inquiring look, which made Harry alert, and unconsciously began to use Occlusion.However, Dumbledore's gaze didn't last long, he nodded to Harry as farewell, and then left the ward.

Harry let out a long breath, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table beside him, then lay down and closed his eyes.Right now, his whole body hurts as if he was going through a battle, but the pain is even more painful in his heart.The memory of Voldemort made him think of the handsome boy with dark eyes again.

Tom, please don't become the man who can't even mention his name, that's the last thing I want to happen.