[HP] Elephant of Time

Yuyu once again released the light of hope, which made him feel a little dazzling—just like the idiots in this small town!Kars was angry in his heart.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Kars." The young man looked at him with a smile, and walked briskly to Kars.

When he approached, a cold aura followed, faintly surrounding the young man, like a visitor from the underworld.

Kars felt that he smelled a familiar smell, stale, dilapidated, fragmented, and unclear——

Youth is not the Apollo who brought light at all, Kars realized this in a dark way, and the dark breath lingered around the young man, lingering—just like himself.But what was different from him was that in the turbid darkness, there were sprouts spouting green, carrying the breath of new life, while he had already decayed, and no matter how exquisite the clock was, he could not make his time turn again.

"Mr. Theo River Carls?"

Kars found that the young man was looking at himself in a daze, and quickly drove away those messy thoughts, and turned to his own residence——the house he was planning to rent was right next to it.

"I thought this house was already rented out." When Kars handed the key to the young man and reminded him to remember to pay the rent, the young man said with wide-eyed eyes, with a bit of feigned grievance in his voice.

"Actually." Kars made a smirk, "I never said that someone rented this place."

The young man quickly smiled again, and it seemed that he was genuinely delighted by Kars' words: "A cunning snake."

He said that with a bit of intimacy.

"Thank you for your compliment." Kars said dryly. He was not used to the closeness of the young man to him, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Mr. Carls." The young man called him, his green eyes shining in the night, "My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

The author has something to say: [Note 1] From Shelley's "Praise of Apollo"

[Note 2] Nix, Goddess of the Night

【Note 3】Moilei, the three goddesses of fate; among them, Atropos is in charge of death and is responsible for cutting the thread of life.

nightmare

It was a miracle for Harry Potter to discover the existence of that person.

After the war, they didn't find Severus Snape's body, except for the large amount of blood and the memory proving that it was not a dream of Harry, no one could find the whereabouts of Snape - almost A few months later, the Ministry of Magic gave up the search and announced Snape's death. At the same time, countless people secretly rejoiced.

Apparently the double-agent Death Eater was much easier to handle dead than alive.

At that time, the savior of the wizarding world could only accept that fact—even if he was the savior, he would not be able to take back the souls of those people from under the wings of death, and among those people, of course, Severus Snape was also included. .

Harry thought that would pass quickly, after all the goddess of victory had lowered her wings for him, and death had not taken his life.

But no... For the first year, nightmares visited his bedside every night.The dead who died in the war seem to have not yet walked on the banks of the River Styx, but are still lingering in the world.Whether it is someone he is familiar with or has only met once, comrades or enemies, they often visit his dreams one by one when he is asleep, almost making him unable to sleep.

Madam Pomfrey's complaints about the quality of the potion only reminded him when Harry's mental state forced him to go back to Hogwarts to ask the Wing Wing Witch for a few potions of dreamless dreams—one of many. Among them, only that man never appeared in his dream... Sirius once appeared handsomely and then disappeared on the other side of the curtain, even Voldemort, whose soul was completely destroyed, once opened his teeth and claws in his dream, and the green light of the Death Curse disturbed him. Make people restless.Only that man, Severus Snape, was stingy with his dark shadow as if he had arrived where he was supposed to be - be it Hell or Paradise.

Harry touched the crystal bottle containing the purple potion in his pocket, and suddenly felt the desire to take a look at a place closely related to that person.The torment of day and night made Harry throw the memories of Severus Snape into the bottom of his heart after he cleared Severus Snape's reputation...

It was summer vacation, but the hot weather didn't affect the place in the slightest, it was still dark and cold.The cellar that lost its owner is colder than the previous impression. Walking in it is like walking in an empty and lonely tomb, solemn and heavy.The memory that was given to him here will not get better with the passage of time, but the death of that person has brought another feeling to this place.

Caressing the closed door, Harry seemed to hear the deep and smooth voice saying in his ear: "Don't block my door like a stone statue, Potter, your two legs should not be just for display. where?"

Harry chuckled softly, and turned to the Potions classroom.

Now people completely see him as an omnipotent savior, and God knows he is just a kid who wakes up every night because of nightmares.He was already tired of his reputation, and those people didn't care whether he was Oro or the Minister of Magic, they just sang songs of praise.In other words, they were blindfolded at all, only willing to prostrate and worship, and refused to take a look at the real him—if that man was still alive, of course their attitude towards him would not change... No, maybe it would become Perhaps worse, Snape had always hated the title of his savior.

The classroom of the Potions class was still cold and gloomy, with glass jars filled with various stuffed animals placed on both sides.Now Harry didn't feel creepy, but showed a kind of kindness. After all, he spent seven years of potions lessons in this unique place.

Walking to his usual place, Harry looked to where the potions master had been.

—Harry Potter.New to our school - Celebrities.

Harry was surprised how well he remembered those words...it was the beginning of his hellish five years of Potions, and the first words they had ever spoken.He could clearly recall Snape's voice, intonation, demeanor, and movements...

He was treated kindly by almost all the professors, and he once waited for the potions professor with some anticipation and curiosity, even if the first sight of the older Slytherin at the sorting ceremony made him shudder.

But that man has an attitude that is completely opposite to others, from beginning to end.

Maybe it was for this reason that this scene was more deeply imprinted in my mind...

Harry traced the marks on the table with his fingertips, thinking that he was being troubled by all kinds of weird excuses in Potions class-now that he thought about it, the professor who was feared by the entire Hogwarts students might be unexpected. childish?The Potions professor who has a biased and natural attitude and deducts points with those almost shameless excuses... the Snape who hates the robbers and his father, but protects him because he loves his mother, Isn't he an extremely pure person?

——Although the character is a bit distorted.

Harry smiled wryly—at that time, he was a child, and the child only saw the black and white world, and the world was judged by the subjective judgment, so Snape's name was classified as a black area—until he died .Fame is meaningless to the dead.What's more, even if that man was still alive, he wouldn't have even the slightest interest in Harry Potter's different eyes.

The soft noise disturbed the man immersed in his memories, he looked back to the door, and a blond man seemed to be at a loss by his appearance.

"Mr. Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I am. Are you?"

"I'm Hogwarts Potions Professor Olstein, hello, it's an honor to meet you."

There was a familiar expression on that strange face, Harry had seen it countless times, those adored, fanatical, fascinated expressions of the halo of "defeating Voldemort", on the face of this "Professor of Potions", It made him feel twice as uncomfortable, and he had to leave in a hurry.

——Snape, the territory that belongs to you now has such a master.Like countless wizards, he bowed down under the name of the savior.If you knew, would you jump out of your grave and cast a curse on me?Or just curse this man?

Harry found himself looking forward to this result.

But the potions master didn't even leave a body, only a false tombstone to witness his life.

Walk out of the gate of the castle and walk alone by the lake.The sun shone on the lake, and the shimmering light reminded him of the day he and Ginny broke up.

They had gone through everything, war, pain, separation and death, when he couldn't afford it anymore, when he was awakened by nightmares for the number of times, he realized that he couldn't give that girl happiness.

He had gone so far in that war that he could hardly return to the original place, the Harry Potter who was loved by Ginny and loved her.The halo of the savior could not shine into the darkest corners of his heart. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was born to defeat Voldemort. After the end of that war, in the memory of blood and death, There is no sense of continuing to exist.

If all they want is a savior, then the unqualified savior should exit after defeating the devil.He's tired of being pulled into the spotlight over and over again just because he's the man who damned survived and killed Voldemort in the end.They forced him to remember over and over again everything he wanted to forget, no matter who it was.

"I know