[HP] Elephant of Time

Casting a mysterious shadow on the wall, Kars sat on the aristocratic sofa decorated with brass-colored curly grass patterns, raised the emerald green gold-rimmed teacup in his hand, and took a sip.

On the low table not far away is an unopened bottle of Scotch whiskey.

— There is no sense of reality.

Kars thought.

He knew that the young man's words were as flawless as bare feet of gold, and the sincerity and pain in those blue eyes were almost equal. He didn't even ask the young man to demonstrate the so-called magic in front of him.But everything that was said in those words was like a hurricane passing through the dark corridor to him, hoarse, thrilling, unbelievable, and then nothing was left...

The Academy of Magic, double agents, and the best potions master in the world.The "Professor" in Harry Potter's mouth has many auras, but... Kars looked down at the golden threads on the surface of the Ceylon black tea soup rippling with the waves-but under the many titles and deeds, he felt completely different. To the realism of "Severus Snape".What the youth said about him was like a character in a storybook, or a portrait on the wall, and then Kars saw it in the firelight.

— because there is no emotion.

The people, things, and things in that story all have different colors in the mouth of the young man. The admiration for the old wizard; Telling everything about the Potions Professor with a flat, impartial and almost rigid attitude is like reading a book that has been mottled by time, carefully considering every word and every sentence, as if a little bit of emotional weight will make it shatter and disappear in an instant.

Only when talking about huts, big snakes and death, the young man's breath became short of breath for a moment, which made his heart stop beating for a beat.

Kars put down the teacup that didn't match him very much, and cast his eyes on the whiskey aside, but he still didn't reach out his hand in the end.He looked at the exquisite tea set and recalled the old man who brought everything to him...

If the young man hadn't reached the brink of despair, Karls would have wanted the past to pass by like this.

Old Kars is not the one who likes to drink tea. The decoration and furniture in this big house are also in the style that Old Kars likes. However, he now lives in this big house intertwined with bronze and various reds. Looking at the authentic Ceylon with the logo of the Lion King holding a sword, I miss the various afternoon teas that old Kars found in different ways when he was still alive.

He was content with life now, and it was no inconvenience to him not to remember the past.

But that young man, that strange old man, that desperate child, he needed a hand, and that hand could not come from anyone else but a dead soul called "Severus Snape".

——Sure enough, kindness can only bring disaster!

Kars cursed in his heart, entered the utility room of the big house and began to search for things left by old Kars.

Day two.

Kars threw the rent paid by Harry in front of the young man, and Harry's face immediately turned pale, as if the wad of banknotes hit him in the face instead of falling in front of him.

"I'm... sorry... to teach... Mr. Carls."

He opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something incoherently. He took a few steps back, clenched his hands tightly, his fingertips were as pale as his face, and finally he lowered his head dejectedly, like a prisoner waiting for the death sentence.

"Shut up. No matter what your empty head is thinking right now, it must be outrageously wrong, so stop thinking." Kars didn't bother to pay attention to the mental journey of this uninvited guest, turned and strode towards the door, "Follow me."

...This is really rare, Professor Snape never makes people stop thinking, he just despises all Gryffindor "thinking".Hearing that Snape didn't intend to drive away immediately, Harry followed carefully and thoughtfully.

They went all the way to the back of the big house, where there was a barren and unkempt land, scattered with gravel, and no grass grew.

Kars crossed his arms around his chest, and with his chin, he clicked on the tools piled up not far away.

"You want to continue living here, you can." Before he finished speaking, he saw the young man's eyes lit up again, and the green eyes seemed to be lit with an indelible light. Burn for eternity.

——This is like Harry Potter, the protagonist in the magic story told by the youth, because Gryffindor's courage is just like Slytherin's tenacity, which never fades.

Kars was in a trance for a moment, and strange words and phrases suddenly appeared in his mind.He remembered that the old Kars who took him in and adopted him once said to him: people's past is never lost, they may just wait for an opportunity.

He personally felt that it didn't matter, if it didn't come, he didn't look forward to it, and if it did come, he didn't refuse it either.

After calming down, Kars continued: "I won't charge you rent, you just need to take care of this and make it a garden again."

Harry looked at the bare ground with nothing but weeds and rubbish - it was indeed the Potions professor's style, indifferent to useless things - not even a garden in sight.

Probably because his expression of pointing at the open space was too exaggerated, Kars lowered his face and showed an unhappy expression.

"If you don't want to do it, you can choose to pack up and leave immediately."

"I do! I can! Please let me!" Harry nodded quickly.

Kars narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man: "You are not allowed to use those magic tricks! If anyone finds anything strange about my garden, you'd better dig a hole in advance and bury yourself as flower fertilizer." Lifting his lips, he revealed an imposing yet malicious smile, "...Because I will never let you pass the test so easily."

The ex-Potions professor at Hogwarts had a knack for making sunshine seem like cold flames.

Even though Harry already knew that it was nothing more than a threat, and he would not carry out this threat regardless of whether he lost his memory or not, he still raised his spirits 12 points-after so much, he just didn't want this person to reveal Disappointed look.

"You start working today, you can arrange your own time, and I will check the progress every week." Kars explained while leaving to go to the Elephant of Time to open a store.

He stopped at what was suspected to be the entrance of the garden, and turned his head to look at Harry. The sun was hitting his body in black, and even his silhouette was warm.There is light in those black eyes, and there is no hiding from truth and lies in his eyes.

"Mr. Potter."

——This person's voice has always been low and melodious, like a good song, but it has never been so...gentle.

"When this garden is completed, I will give you the answers to the questions you want to ask."

Harry squatted in the "garden", eyes full of mess and waste.He had tended the grounds at the Dries' house before, but outside of Hogwarts and Malfoy Manor, he had never seen such a large ground.

—Professor Snape has become a rich man.Harry thought evasively, throwing a piece of gravel far away.

Although he can be said to be eager to take up the job so that he can continue to live, he has no, no, no idea how to rebuild a garden.

Why did Snape ask him to do the gardening?Since it has been abandoned for so long.Harry didn't understand, maybe it was just another euphemism for the amnesiac potions master to tell him to get the hell out of here?

"Hey, isn't this the young man who came to look for relatives?" The loud voice made Harry almost jump to his feet. He had already given up correcting people's guesses about his identity, and he didn't see that even Snape was defeated by this group. Are you happy, cheerful, gentle and kind people?

The person who came made him feel a little kind. The red-haired uncle Ivanson boldly stuffed a big basket full of various foods into his arms. Unsteady, Harry took a few steps back.

"Hey, Harry, this is for you and Mr. Carls, it's great that you are here, I don't have to go to the phenomenon of time." Before Harry refused, Todd Evanson showed doubts again "What are you doing here?"

Turning around and seeing a pile of tools next to him, the farm uncle said clearly: "Well, oh, did Mr. Carls ask you to tidy up this garden? Haha, I knew I bet right, you are definitely old Karl the grandson of Si!"

"No!" Harry hastily defended, if he made the message even weirder, he might be kicked out!

"I mean, yes, Mr. Carls asked me to do the garden, no, I'm really just a tourist not old Mr. Karl's family."

Uncle Evanson laughed hahaha, showing a perfunctory expression of "I know, I know", obviously not taking Harry's words seriously.

"Really? That's really rare! This garden is called 'Garden of Kars', you probably haven't heard of it?"

The uncle said and sang on his own——

The beautiful garden is where I come from, where I come from,

The beautiful garden is my lodging, my tomb,

I planted it, I watered it, I watched it bloom, I mourned it withered,

The garden of Kars is either barren or full of flowers.

The loud singing voice and abundant emotions flew far away in the high sky. Harry stared blankly at Ivanson, and had a guess in his heart, but it seemed so unreal.

"Kars's garden has never been allowed to be tidied up by outsiders! Every generation of Kars takes care of his own garden, and their ashes are scattered here after death, so don't look at this land like it is now