On the Feasibility and Accuracy of Professor Cultivation

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"He's a liar."

"Who?"

"A dark-haired wizard."

"...a black-haired... wizard?"

"Do not you remember?"

"[The relatives of the brave come, carrying the key of truth]"

"What is it?"

"Emerald."

"what?"

"Piercing the emerald reveals a heart surrounded by bones"

The deep voice spoke strange words, but with an inexplicable smile.

"You do not want it?"

"follow me."

The darkness gradually faded, and the dazzling light came into her eyes. Even though she was crying, she was unwilling to close her eyes.

What is it?

What came into view was a man's face, familiar yet unfamiliar, very blurry.

who is it?

The focus in the pupils gradually narrowed, and his face gradually became clear.

Familiar with.

very familiar.

Who...is...Harry?

Blunting out, her own voice, hoarse and ugly, was full of satisfaction.

She called his name, and the man responded with a smile.

She called him, "James..."

The man hurried over.

"Lily... look."

……what?

Carefully and ecstatically, he showed her the little lump in his arms that she hadn't noticed before.

Show black hair.

"Our son..."

The soft baby slowly opened his eyes, his eyes, like emeralds, were clear and beautiful.

"...Harry."

She called out his name.

Harry, her son.

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When all the consciousness returned, the feeling of headache became very obvious, the pain in the back of her head, and her head was in chaos. When she sat up, she was spinning and almost fell to the ground.

But being supported, the body that was already hanging in the air was pulled into an embrace. Lily's eyes darkened, and what she smelled from the tip of her nose was a familiar scent, the scent of the bath soap she often used.

"Sev...Russ?"

"Yes." With the deep and familiar voice, Lily immediately felt relieved, and lay relaxed in his arms.

The wide palm stroked the back of her head, gently kneading to relieve her discomfort, she closed her eyes, felt it, and after a while, she asked slowly:

"How did I get here?"

The wizard didn't speak, because silence was also a form of affirmation. Although Lily was asking, she clearly had an answer in her heart.

So he didn't answer, just continued with the action in his hands.

Lily raised her arm, stretched out her hand to grab his, held his hand, slowly placed it in front of her, and opened her eyes.

There was a small gash on the wizard's face, as if cut by a sharp weapon.

Lily propped up her body in surprise, sat up, wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch it lightly.

"what happened?"

The wizard stared at her quietly, refusing to speak.

Leaning on the sofa, hugging her, letting her sit on his body, letting her hold his hand and look at his face.

He was clearly staring at the girl intently, but he looked like he wanted to kiss her.

And very rarely, he did do the same, that's right, he took the initiative to kiss her.

He gently supported the back of her neck, lowered his head, pressed his lips against hers, passed the temperature on his lips to her, and pressed her into his arms, seducing her, and devoured her with his scorching breath .

"Sev..." Lily was caught off guard, she was still checking his wound, when he suddenly caught his lips and sucked and bit.

She was stunned for a moment, then gradually calmed down, intoxicated by the kiss.

With very deep emotions, attachment, reluctance,

She closed her eyes and put her hands on his chest.

Being entangled with him is warm, not warm, but full of passion until death.

After the kiss was over, she slowly opened her eyes again, distanced herself from him, looked at him with those almond-shaped beautiful eyes, did not divert her attention because of the wizard's actions, and finally opened her mouth asked:

"Where is he?"

Harry, where is he.

Complicated emotions flowed in the wizard's dark eyes.

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He was sitting alone on the tower when Lily found him.He sat on the outermost edge of the tower, with his legs dangling in the air, leaning there dangerously.

Lily couldn't tell it was Harry from a distance. His back was facing her, looking very depressed, like an abandoned cub.

When Lily came to him and sat there with his legs dangling like him, he didn't look back, but he seemed to know who it was, and opened his mouth muffled.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Lily tried her best to approach him, cautiously, then put her head on his shoulder, looked at the very beautiful scenery in front of her, and narrowed her eyes.

"I don't think I need to answer that question, do I?"

He already had the answer in his mind.

But he was not reconciled, he didn't want to believe such a result, how could Lily be with...how could he be together? !

He doesn't want to believe it!

"It shouldn't be like this," he said.

Lily is such a beautiful and good wizard.

"You should...should have deserved better. A tall, upright, brave wizard."

A brave Gryffindor,

Not that mean and disrespectful old bat.

Lily shook her legs, but she didn't feel much, she said slowly: "...I think Severus is very good, he treats me very well, very good. I like him very much."

I like him very much, I like him so much, I never want to leave him again.

Even if he looks so inconspicuous like that.

Harry refused, he didn't want to believe it.

No, she was supposed to be in love with his father, a "Potter"!

Become a real Mrs. Potter!

And live a happy...happy life...?

is it?

Is that right?

In the end, she was killed.

Harry gradually fell silent, staring blankly ahead, wondering what he was thinking.

Lily raised her head slightly, and whispered in his ear:

"Harry, do you just don't want me with Severus, or do you want me with everyone, no matter who?"

After hearing this, the decadent boy finally moved. He slowly turned his head, revealing a gash on the right side of his face.

Lily touched it, and it was scabbed.

Harry was staring at her, but gradually became hesitant as he realized that Lily was right.

Yes, in fact, he didn't want Lily to be with anyone, whoever it was, except his dad.It's just that now that person happens to be his potions professor.

But what does Lily mean by asking this sentence?

except someone...

Except who?

Harry raised his eyes to meet her, hesitated, and asked hesitantly, "...you, do you know something?"

Lily patted his head as before, but didn't answer.

She sighed and said only:

"Harry, whatever it is, I'm just 'Lily Evans' right now, aren't I?Who I will be, who I want to be, that is my choice. "

And he couldn't stop her choice.

He looked extremely sad, and the green eyes gradually became moist, full, as if they were about to overflow a little more, his expression was so sad and painful, because he was powerless.

"But, but..." You are my mother...

He opened his mouth, unable to speak.

She is right.

Harry stared at her face, her eyes, which were exactly the same as his own, and turned his head expressionlessly, staring at the setting sun in the distance.

Fiery colors, like dying sunbirds.

Lily quietly leaned back on his shoulder, not talking anymore, she swayed her legs, enjoying the rare tranquility with him, admiring the beautiful sunset.

After a long, long time, the last ray of light in the sky disappeared, everything was swallowed by darkness, and the stars came out first.

Neither of them wanted to leave.

Then the moon came out, but the stars disappeared.

Lily was very tired. On this day, she had nothing to do, but she was so tired that she fell asleep, leaning on Harry's shoulder.

Harry cast a sleeping spell on her, then slowly picked her up and sent her to where she was supposed to go.

He sent her to the cellar.

When the black-robed wizard opened the door, in fact, he was a little surprised, he thought he wouldn't...

But he took the girl silently and let her pillow in his arms.

"I hate you."

Harry stood in front of the door, without any sign of going in, he said to the black robe wizard without hesitation.

The wizard twitched the corners of his mouth, stared at his identical green eyes like a witch, and said calmly:

"Very lucky, and so am I."

Harry didn't leave until he closed the door.

He stood alone in front of the door, standing quietly, staring at the black door with a blank expression.

After a long time, he also left.

Hogwarts couldn't use Apparition, and it was late at night, and he couldn't find a fireplace.

So he just walked slowly.

As he walked out the gates of Hogwarts, Harry glanced up at the sky, where the moon was obscured by dark clouds, but there were bright stars everywhere.

The light of the stars was very weak, but it hurt him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

He opened his eyes, tears came down.

"Lily..."

His lips moved.

"Mother……"

Faintly, as if there was a voice drifting past, or maybe it was a hallucination.

The whispered words disappeared in the wind.

The lonely back, lost and determined.

Alone, without care.

He shouldn't be so alone.

But this is his choice, and he will not regret it.

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She woke up later, in the cellar.

"Harry gone?"

"Ah."

"...Severus."

"how?"

... have you lied to me?

"No, nothing."

The author has something to say: Poor me Harry

Sleepy, let's do this first, and expand the content tomorrow.