[HP] Subversion - Destined

I returned to the common room in a daze, climbed into bed, opened my eyes, my mind was full of confusion—I just lost sleep, and I don’t know when I fell asleep, but what I dreamed about in my dream was still being crushed by someone!With dark circles under my eyes, I rushed into the bathroom under the inexplicable gazes of Ron and the others. I was always the first to wake them up, but today I was the last one.When we hurried to the auditorium, we managed to grab some breakfast before the plates were cleared.

I stuffed something into my mouth recklessly, and glanced casually at the teacher's desk, but Snape was still not there.I unconsciously recalled yesterday's kiss and last night's dream, and what I thought was just a "casual" glance turned into a daze.

"Harry, Harry!" Hermione slapped me hard, and the food that I didn't have time to swallow was stuck in my throat. I grabbed the water glass next to me and took a few sips before I finally recovered.Hermione didn't seem to see my predicament, and her expression was very serious: "Harry, haven't you noticed that many people are looking at you?"

"What?" I glanced around in confusion, as she said, the people in the auditorium should have almost left at this time when the class was approaching, but for some reason today, most of them stayed here, either in the open or in secret... …Looking at us, the eyes are extremely complicated, some are gloating, some are in disbelief, some are curious, some are disgusted, and some are excited, but the scene is quite quiet and the atmosphere is strange.I raised my head inexplicably: "What's the matter?"

After examining me for a while, Hermione finally sighed, and pushed a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of me, "You can see for yourself."

I picked it up inexplicably, and the moment I saw the huge title, I immediately snapped at it-"The former professor kissed the savior, was it uncontrollable or something else?" Below is a picture with the Hogwarts dungeon as the background In the dim photo, the tall wizard in the black robe pinned the boy who was obviously wearing the Hogwarts uniform against the wall, lowered his head and bit the opponent's lip... For a moment, I only felt the blood rushing straight to my brain, and I didn't know whether it was panic or embarrassment. , It was dark and almost fainted!I never thought that yesterday's accident would be photographed and publicized!As I scanned through a large swath of satirizing Hogwarts, accusing Snape, and calling on the Ministry of Magic to seriously investigate villains who molested the Savior and protect the chastity of the Savior, my head was getting more and more confused.

"...Fuck me! Which bastard is this slandering my innocence?!" Take a look at the signature below——Rita Skeeter.That woman—very good... I took a few deep breaths before I managed to suppress my anger. I coldly glanced at the group of animals that hadn't left the auditorium just to wait for me to come to watch the show, pursed my lips tightly, and looked away Focus on this newspaper.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Daily Prophet seemed to be slowly grabbed off the table by an invisible force, kneaded into a ball, and burst into flames with a whimper.The people who wanted to see my performance in silence suddenly went into an uproar. There was no staff, no sound, and the magic control power was so precise that it didn't affect anything...

I sat back on the chair exhaustedly, the hand just now was just to consume too much energy and prevent myself from impulsive magic riot.I tugged on Hermione's cuff, and whispered weakly: "Hermione, be my dance partner."

At noon that day, people from the Ministry of Magic hurried over to confirm whether the report was true.I vehemently deny the authenticity of this report. Anyway, the photo above is too blurry and dim, and we can only see that the figures of the two protagonists are very similar to ours. Lido began to question the authenticity and source of the photos with a smile - Hogwarts never allowed reporters to enter during the break, and claimed to reserve the Ministry of Magic for severely punishing the behavior of defaming Hogwarts' reputation, while emphasizing that if this As the story continued, what serious consequences would it have on the image of the savior—including the image of the Ministry of Magic advocating the savior—quickly dismissed these afterthoughts.

I thought Dumbledore would ask me to talk to Snape because of this, but after the Ministry of Magic left, he didn't bring up this matter again, but he directly canceled Snape's special tutoring for me, resulting in future labor service It's all covered by Filch...

The following days went on as usual. This scandal was suppressed by the Ministry of Magic as if it was a flash in the pan. The little snake and the little lion all adopted selective amnesia, and no one was willing to make use of it. Snape and I also maintained a kind of tacit understanding. Since there was no training at night, we actually had very little time to meet, as if nothing happened that night.

But something did change, and sometimes I would be inexplicably dazed, with Snape's hand or mouth in my mind, and then, having some "weird" thoughts, related to the adolescent restless dreams I often had in the middle of the night, I felt myself It is a lion in heat, and the object of heat is a snake... an inexplicable feeling, as if something has penetrated into the marrow of the bone...

I'm almost sure that there was such a past between us, and it's almost certain that he gave me nothing - this knowledge makes me feel very uncomfortable, I don't know if he has my consent, Memory is the most private and self-centered part of a person, and arbitrary tampering and deletion is as painful and resentful as cutting off a large piece of flesh from the body or being deprived of a certain sense—not to mention, I don’t think I Personality would allow Snape to censor his own memories...

On the day of the dance, I led the dance with Hermione, who had been successfully transformed, and surprised most of the people, but my mood was just as bad.Snape's gaze never stayed on me from the beginning to the end, but I always unconsciously followed his figure until he left.Hermione kindly left me alone in a corner drinking.

The wine glass in the hand of "Boom" was crushed by me. For a few days, whenever I thought of Snape, I would get angry uncontrollably, throw it out, clean it up and restore it to the original state.Suddenly a guy wearing a mask and dressed up in a showy bag appeared in front of me. I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that the other party must have used the ignore spell.

"Harry, long time no see! I danced well today, although I was a little worse than me." The familiar aria made me freeze in place when I wanted to avoid it, but the man had already put his arms around my shoulders, "I'm not having fun ? Why are you drinking alone here? I saw a little French girl looking for you all the time—that’s right! Picking up a girl is all about being far and near at the same time!”

I looked up in amazement at the little Batty brand "Lockhart" surrounded by a group of female creatures in the distance, and stared at the gorgeous masked man in front of me in disbelief: "Are you really... Lockhart?! You How come here?"

"Ah, it's a loss if you can't join in the excitement, isn't it?" Lockhart followed my gaze and looked at Barty Jr., "Yo, with my handsome face, I only attract so many people, tsk tsk tsk Sure enough, people still have to have connotations?" He lazily put almost half of his weight on me, "By the way, did you quarrel with Senior Snape? When Lucius greeted him just now, his tone It's bad—oh, I see, is that the story? You're trying to avoid the limelight?"

I frowned, why did I feel that Lockhart also knew something?Is it just me who has been completely forgotten by him?Why do I forget things that even irrelevant people know? !Anger welled up again, and I opened my mouth to ask, "How can I recover my memory if I've been forgotten?"

"Recovery? Who told you that you can recover from forgetting everything?" Lockhart squinted at me with a look at Xiaobai.

"What? Can't it be recovered?" My heart tightened. I used to see people with memory loss suddenly recover due to some kind of stimulus in TV or novels.

Lockhart couldn't laugh or cry: "Have you read too many novels? The principle of forgetting everything is actually similar to the application of the Pensieve. It is to extract certain memories from the brain. The only difference - one is to store the memories in the One kind of medium is convenient for oneself to read at any time, and the other is to directly dissipate the memory into the air—to disappear completely.”

The more I listened, the colder my heart became: "Is there really no way to get it back?"

"Theoretically not. But if there is something like a Pensieve nearby to absorb the memory..." Lockhart glanced at me strangely, "What's wrong? Someone has forgotten everything you?"

I originally thought that sooner or later I would be able to recover my memory, and I suddenly despaired. Could Snape be the kind of person who is determined to do one thing and still leave a tail? ——MLGB!Why, why did he delete my memory without authorization? !Who does he think he is? !Even if Lao Tzu has a special relationship with him, can he make decisions on behalf of Lao Tzu? !Your mother's selfish, self-righteous, self-centered bastard who sucks, beats, punches, and fucks SM! ! "Bang" The wine glass that had just recovered was crushed by me again.

"Hey, what's the matter? Don't be so angry, who did it to you? Dumbledore? Or..." Lockhart suddenly realized, "Could it be him?! Damn! This guy is too ruthless." ?! Are you so cruel to yourself?!—But this time he underestimated your feelings for him, and at the same time underestimated his own feelings, he would actually push you against the wall directly, tsk tsk, that damn forget it It's a waste!" He sighed, and suddenly remembered something, "Wait a minute, do you have that lapis lazuli necklace that I gave you last school year with you?"

During the third grade, in order to shield the Hufflepuff gold cup from the influence of the soul tablet, I carried lapis lazuli in my pocket every day. Although the gold cup was solved later, the effect of the stone on eyesight and spirit is very practical. , I never took it off, and finally simply ordered Dobby to put the stone in the robe he will wear the next day every time he changes his clothes.I touched it casually, and sure enough, I found the piece of lapis lazuli from my body. There seemed to be some white threads in the original deep blue. "Is this it? What's the matter?"

Lockhart played with the stone and nodded: "As a container specially used to hold memories, lapis lazuli is the main material in everything from glass bottles to pensieves—have you noticed that it is whitish? That is, it is not Proof of consciously absorbing the silver memory thread—that is to say, after the person pulled out your memory, it is likely that it happened to be absorbed by it.”

I was overjoyed, stretched out my hand to grab back the lapis lazuli and asked impatiently: "How to absorb memory?!"

"What's the hurry? Young man, can you be patient?" Lockhart patted me on the shoulder maturely, "Hold it with your hands, and pull out the silver medium inside like absorbing magic power——ah! Slow down A little bit! Be careful that too many memories will squeeze your little head!"

Before he could finish speaking, I had already begun to absorb the silver medium inside. However, all I was thinking about was the past about Voldemort that Dumbledore took me into the Pensieve during the summer vacation. Absorbed a little, skimmed through it, and immediately threw myself into the memory that followed.

Corresponding those intermittent memories to the original fuzzy memories one by one, and constantly integrating and perfecting them, although there are inevitably some defects in the middle, it is enough for me to know what happened, and the inexplicable feelings in my heart gradually become clear...

"...What is he doing?" A familiar and hateful voice sounded.

"Naturally—" Lockhart deliberately drew out his tone, gloating a bit, "recovering memories that were forgotten by someone."

"...Even if little Barty assimilated your brain, he shouldn't have no common sense." This time it was Lucius' aristocratic tone that matched Lockhart's, "Could it be that you have also been forgotten? "

"...is it lapis lazuli?" Snape's tone was tense.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and stared at the expressionless black-robed man in front of me. It was only a few steps away, but it seemed as far away as a mountain.This is the man in front of me, who can be ruthless enough to delete all my emotional memories of him with his own hands, ruthless enough to take over the loneliness and pain of the two of us, ruthless enough to face death alone...

"Severus Snape." I stared at him without blinking, my face became colder and colder, my fists clenched tightly, as if all the dissatisfaction, anger and resentment were concentrated in one point, and I wanted to find an outlet at any time .

Snape didn't say a word, but he didn't avoid my sight, "...Harry..." After a long time, he called my name in a low voice, my nose was sour, my eyes were blurred, I bit my lip, everything The emotion exploded in an instant, shortened the distance with a few steps, and I hit his left cheek with a no-frills punch, "Bang!" With a shocking bang, Snape took several steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

It is completely conceivable what kind of heavy blow he received. My fist was also in severe pain as if it was about to be broken. The strength of my whole body seemed to be drained by this punch. I slowly slumped on the ground with tears streaming down my face...