[HP Twins] Death Brothers

Walking out of the fireplace in Hogsmeade, George suddenly said to Fred beside him with some fear: "Do you really want to fight head-on so much?"

Fred took a step forward and thumped George on the shoulder, "Isn't it too late to start worrying now?"

"Because there is a fool who can't help but want to face the battle." George said and glanced at Fred.

Fred stretched out his hand and straightened George's hair. "Should I be rewarded for spying on my heart at will? For example, some kind of service on the bed?"

To which George clapped his hands away and replied, "I don't mind, as long as you're willing to do the next one."

"Oh, George. You know it's not a problem for me to be up or down. I can certainly put you on top if you want."

While the two were talking, they walked into the secret passage between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. The light suddenly became dim, so that George couldn't see the cunning from Fred's face, and he pulled happily Caught Fred's hand, "Really?"

"Of course, I'm afraid you will be frightened by my enthusiasm when the time comes." Fred quietly approached George's ear and said ambiguously.

George was obviously a little happy. This atmosphere was maintained until they entered the school. A heavy atmosphere that could not be ignored permeated the entire campus. Before they understood the reason, a sudden sound came from the invisible corridor. "Giggle" laughter.

"La la la, do you want to know what happened?" Peeves choked his throat and appeared in front of the two, staring at the brothers with wide eyes.

"Like if we don't ask, you won't tell us." George held out a finger and shook it.

"Oh! If I want to tell you, give me something fun!" Peeves replied after thinking for a while.

Fred smiled at this, and reached out to dig in George's pocket, "Hey, where are you touching?" George complained, and saw Fred take a rubber ball out of his pocket.

"Mud Bomb, you'll like it." With that, Fred threw the alchemy product to Peeves.

The rubber ball was thrown in a perfect parabola and landed firmly between the two little hands. Peeves seemed a little happy. In a sense, Peeves is not a ghost. At least he can catch some small things. Freshmen often get water polo bombs or something.He touched the rubber ball, seemingly eager to try it, and Fred clapped his hands to bring his attention back.

"Oh, I saw it! I saw Dumbledore calling Snape into his office, and they didn't know who that man was? But Lord Peeves knows everything, and Lord Peeves does! That's Tom Riddle , that person who cannot be named is back!"

George withdrew his smile all of a sudden, subconsciously touched his neck, and found that Voldemort's memory crystal was still on his body, he was even more puzzled.

"Go to the principal's office?" Fred suggested.

When the twins arrived at the spiral staircase in front of the principal's office, they saw a man in his twenties. He was a man who was too handsome, or rather beautiful, with an indistinguishable delicacy, deep eye sockets and a high bridge of the nose. He is heroic, but the lines of his chin and neck are smooth and soft. This person not only has perfect facial features, but also has a very outstanding figure. If it weren't for the gray and white shadow of his body outline, he would have thought it was an oil painting hanging in the corridor .

"Hi, Mehta." George waved his hand, and after seeing the man glance at him and Fred indifferently, he was sure that it was really Mehta Slanterling who was possessed by Voldemort.That's probably why Dumbledore called Snape away, he saw something.

Mehta was a little disappointed to find that it was the twins who ate and drank, "Hey, little boy?"

"Oh, maybe you'd like to look in the mirror and give us a new nickname, I don't think anyone will compete with you for that nickname," Fred said.

Meta was obviously not in the mood to chat with them on this issue, he pointed to the top, "They are discussing me, I know, they should be discussing the me before I lost my memory."

"You know you've lost your memory?" George, who wanted to approach Mehta, took a step back.

"Oh, I just don't have a memory, and I'm not a fool." Mehta rolled his eyes, which made him look more real.

"Then what do you think?" Fred patted George as a sign of comfort, and then turned to Mehta.

"I guess I'm the one who scares Severus," Mehta said, frowning. "He's both scared and awed by me, but when he calls me Mehta, it's like he's really looking at me." Me, every time I hold him, although he will push away with a black face, but I know he actually likes me to hold him. He always wants others to hate him and stay away from himself, maybe because he feels that he is more alone It's more reassuring to be safe. But he doesn't know that he looks so cute, it makes me want to hug him even more."

"Oh, stop it." Fred waved his hand, "George, I always feel that we don't know the same Severus Snape as he did."

"But I think he's right, Fred. I don't know how I'll look at Professor Snape directly next time," George said.

Meta raised one side of his mouth and looked at the brothers with distaste, "So I know that if I recover my memory, he won't allow me to be by his side. The old man with the white beard seems to be very afraid of my recovery, don't you Do you have some sophistry skills? Go talk to that old man, I'm afraid he will alienate my relationship with Severus."

George tilted his head and looked at Mehta. He still remembered Voldemort's arrogance when he woke up from this body, "It's really strange. Without memory, will it really make people so different? You are like the original you. Two people."

Mehta seemed to be interested, "What kind of person is it?"

"At least the expression is not so rich," George recalled the horrible and ugly face. There was no nose, only two vertical hollows, and the skin was a lifeless blue-gray. Then he added, "Maybe the face is a little stiff."

Mehta straightened his face, restrained all the expressions on his face, raised his chin slightly and stared at the twins coldly, "Is that so?" His voice was low and cold, and the surrounding air seemed to instantly become cold, which made people daunting .George shivered subconsciously, observing Mehta's movements, but Mehta didn't do anything, he just urged: "Don't go quickly?"

George and Fred shrugged and walked up the stairs, walking past him to the principal's office. As they passed, Mehta seemed to notice something in George calling out to him, waiting for his response. When he came over, he had already extended his hand to George.

In just a split second, Fred raised his wand and stood between George and Mehta. There were some people with playful faces just now, and now they put on a stern fighting posture.Mehta froze for a moment before realizing her gaffe. "What's wrong with me?" He asked in a daze.

Seeing Mehta recover, Fred tucked his wand into his sleeve with a flick of his arm.George hid behind Fred, only sticking out his head, "You wait here for a while, we'll bring Snape out." After speaking, he patted Fred on the shoulder, urging him to leave quickly , his hand unconsciously grasped Voldemort's memory crystal.

***

"Oh, Severus, what have you done!" Dumbledore finally found this time that things exceeded his expectations.

Snape looked at this office and Dumbledore in front of him. They used to discuss countermeasures against Voldemort alone in this office many times. Dumbledore was never worried that he would betray him, because he could always catch Voldemort. Taking advantage of Snape's weakness, time and time again... taking advantage of his guilt and love for Lily.But at this moment, Dumbledore's expression of frowning and hands behind his back was less calm, which inexplicably made Snape feel a little bit of joy. He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically: "I'm just a dead man, I What can be done?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape, who had become younger in front of him, and thought of the ghost boy. He had indeed observed that boy, and thought it was abnormal that Snape would bring a ghost boy with him, but the one named May The boy in the tower is always brought by Salazar Slanterin, which makes Dumbledore's guess about the ghost boy only that it should be a Slanterin, and may have some extraordinary talents.The boy named Mehta really has no similarity with that person. His hair color and appearance are too different from that person. He does have a very good face, but he is definitely not that person, and his personality is too different. too much.But the grown-up ghost boy made Dumbledore recognize who it was at a glance.Dumbledore sighed at the thought.

"Severus, Harry killed him once, there can't be a second time."

Snape still dragged his voice slightly ironically, "Why not? He is the savior you cultivated."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No, I didn't cultivate him, but he was destined to be the one who killed Voldemort, according to the prophecy."

Snape almost laughed out loud, "So...you're starting to believe in destiny now?"

"As Godric Gryffindor said, fate really exists, doesn't it?" Dumbledore looked aside, "Maybe we and Voldemort are destined to die, in order to make Harry."

"Really?" Snape laughed. "Then maybe it's destined that we all come back?"

"So it's him?" Dumbledore asked after hearing what he wanted to hear.

Snape folded his arms across his chest, "Maybe, maybe never."

Hearing this Dumbledore looked at Snape puzzledly, then he shook his head again, "He won't change, that man has extraordinary perseverance and is born obsessed with power."

At this moment, the twins just walked to the door of the headmaster's office and interrupted Dumbledore. Snape looked up in the direction of the door, "Come in."

Dumbledore frowned tightly, he didn't think the topic they were discussing needed to involve these two children, Snape sneered, "Your death, my death, and Voldemort's death were all calculated by you , But they, you never thought about it, they would not accept their fate and make so many changes."

As soon as the twins stepped into the office, they heard these words. They felt that "they" were referring to themselves. The two brothers gave each other a smile, "Yes, we have made many changes." Then they clapped their hands tacitly.

Dumbledore looked at them inquiringly. The Weasley twins had always been the center of everyone's joy. He knew that many people would die in that battle, but he didn't expect that one of the twins would die. They were one. The death of one is like deliberately making people see the cruelty of that war clearly. The living one will be alone forever, reminding people every day what he lost in that battle.He suddenly thought of his sister Ariana, the girl who might have died under his wand.The sister he didn't like so much, losing her also made him regret for a lifetime, and made a gap between him and Grindelwald for a lifetime.So what about Weasley, the brothers who have always had a good relationship?It must be more painful.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, looking at George and Fred in front of him, Dumbledore suddenly understood something, isn't it just the relationship between brothers?He suddenly thought of Grindelwald, if Grindelwald came back in the form of a ghost, would he stop Snape as he did just now?

At this moment, Dumbledore wanted to let go and stop trying to control these things.

The twins, who had been sizing up for a long time, saw the relieved expression on Dumbledore's face, which surprised the twins, and they all got such words in their eyes.

'We haven't talked to persuade, how can the professor communicate with himself? '

'Compared to this, the boy over there seems to be Snape! '