[HP] turns in your hand

Facing that green light that was so bright that no one could ignore it, Snape subconsciously made his response:

"Except your weapons!"

Chiara's wand was blown away!

At the same time, she was also briefly brought back to consciousness from the drowsiness of the advanced stage of shock by the attack from the third party.The girl adjusted from leaning against the bush wall to standing up staggeringly. Unlike ordinary people's reactions after being attacked, Chiara did not face the direction of the attack to defend herself, and she didn't even look at who sent the blow to disarm. curse.She leaned on the bush wall, tried to stand on tiptoe, opened her eyes wide, looked straight ahead, and tried her best to distinguish the place where the green had disappeared in the already blurred world.

At this moment, Chiara's whole heart is only affected by one thing, which is too important to overshadow her life——

Is Barty Crouch Jr. dead?

With a "boom", the pointed tail of the snail slammed into bursting sparks.But Chiara never heard little Barty's screams again, and her Killing Curse successfully hit the target.

"……he died."

she murmured.

Snape watched in horror as his most obedient and harmless student raised her already bruised lips, and with a relieved smile never so vivid on her face, she fell headlong forward, onto herself In the dark red puddle of blood accumulated.

[Target]: Clear the help of Voldemort's resurrection

【Progress】: 100%

Great, she did.

At least, at least this time, her second life of only 4 years made sense.

Closing her eyes, Chiara Lowe allowed her consciousness to sink into the boundless darkness, waiting to return to the equal embrace of Death.

........................

Severus Snape didn't know how he had moved Chiara back to his office.

The girl is very light, not as light as someone who should be growing up rapidly.She was wrapped in Snape's black cloak, her heartbeat was fast and weak, and her life flickered like a candle in the cold wind.

An hour earlier, she had said goodbye to him in the Potions classroom.

Chiara, the child who smiles every time she sees him, is also the child who sincerely thanks him every time class is over.She is a drought-resistant green plant in Snape's chaotic world, and does not need his attention and maintenance. She silently absorbs the sun, rain and dew to stretch her branches and leaves, and shows him every time he casts his gaze: look, I also have flowers that please your eyes.

An hour later, she was brought back to the cellar covered in blood, leaving the dead body of Blast-end snails and Moody in the center of the maze, and she was only one step away from becoming a corpse.

She was only fourteen, and she had used "Avada Kedavra" on Alastor Moody, her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Snape gently placed Chiara on the armchair in his office, the girl drooped her head, lifeless.Snape turned to look for the Vitality Potion and the Revival Potion in his medicine cabinet. The glass bottles containing the potions clashed and clanged loudly.

The child who used the Killing Curse without changing his expression was a student he brought back from the orphanage himself.

Snape opened Ziara's jaw and poured the potion into it.Ziara swallowed passively, a few drops of potion overflowed from the corner of her mouth, but more flowed into her body, repairing the failed organs in her body, saving this life that had already stepped into the river of Styx. life.

Still unresponsive to Chiara, Snape put his finger on her neck, feeling the pulse of her carotid artery.

Boom.Boom.Boom.Boom.

She is still alive.

Snape's fingertips touched a mass of ice colder than his body temperature.Slowly, the pulse became stronger and stronger, he withdrew his hand, and his heart sank.

She will not die.

A silver phoenix Patronus "suddenly" passed through the wall of the potions office, it landed firmly on Snape's desk, its tail feathers fluttered slightly, and it tilted its head to observe the quiet and comatose Chiara .

"How about the other side of the maze?" Snape asked.

The silver phoenix said: "He is indeed dead."

There was no expression on Snape's face, his eyes were dark, like two deep tunnels that were completely opaque.After a short silence, he opened his mouth and asked awkwardly: "...Is it because of the snail, or because of the Killing Curse?"

"What's the difference, Severus?" Phoenix said calmly, "I've seen it, she cut herself from the moment she entered the maze, and the Blast-tailed snails were led all the way there with her own blood, She made an extra circle around the man's back to make the attack successful. From the beginning, Chiara Lowe was planning this murder."

Snape's hands were clenched behind his back: "She lost nearly a liter of blood! What kind of hatred did she have with Moody that she would even kill him at the cost of her life?"

The guardian spirit of the phoenix said: "This is what I want to know too. In addition, I want to correct you a little... The latest discovery is that Alastor is not the one who died."

Snape's expression changed for the first time: "Didn't you say...?"

"If you're talking about the man in the maze who got half his body eaten by a snail, he's dead. But he's not Alastor Moody, and his Polyjuice Potion was off when I arrived , it just so happens that this is an acquaintance, you and I both know each other."

"Who?" Snape asked quickly.

"Barty Crouch," said the Patronus, adding, seeing Snape raise an eyebrow as if to say something more, "the little one."

Snape didn't realize it for a while. When he finally matched the name of "Barty Crouch Jr., who hadn't appeared in his memory for more than ten years" with the real person, the patron saint of the phoenix was ready to disappear. up.

"Didn't he die a long time ago?" Snape took a sharp step forward, "He died not long after entering Azkaban!"

The phoenix patron saint left only one sentence before disappearing: "Sometimes reality is more absurd than fiction, and you may have to face more unacceptable things in the future. Be prepared in advance, Severus."

Snape stood where he was, and the Patronus had left little silver particles in his office that were fading like summer snow.His thoughts were racing, and the faces of Mad-Eye Moody and Barty Crouch Jr. flashed alternately in his mind, but they were quickly interrupted by the movement behind him.

Chiara moved slightly, her body still had survival instincts, but she quickly lost her balance as she slumped on the chair, and was about to fall slowly to the ground.

Snape reached out, and he put the tip of his wand against Chiara's shoulder, pinning her back into the chair.Stimulated by the double pain in her shoulder and wrist, the girl moved her fingers, and her spirit recovered bit by bit.

Chiara felt powerless and ached all over.Headache, and the wrist hurts like being sawed off.

"..."

She half-opened her eyes slightly, her own bloody and dirty school robe was the only thing in her narrow field of vision.The blood-deprived and oxygen-deprived brain was not active at first, almost instinctively, Ziara trembled her lips, and sent out a question that resonated with every painful nerve squeezing the reason:

"Why am I not dead yet?"

The wand resting on her shoulder moved, and the black and straight wand touched her pale neck, then pressed against Chiara's jaw, and lifted her head up, forcing her to face the owner of the wand.

"I could send you to your death right now," Snape said coldly.

Ziara looked at Snape, she no longer had the habitual smile every time she saw him, at this moment Chiara's mind was still dizzy, her expression was ignorant, and she seemed to be unable to distinguish reality with fantasies too.

After a moment of silence, she bent her eyes slightly in relief: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

Snape's pupils shrank suddenly.

"No... no."

But soon, Chiara started shaking her head again, she closed her eyes again, her expression became painful: "This will turn you into a murderer, how can it be because of someone like me..."

Snape's wand was still pressed against Chiara's jaw, her raving gradually became silent, and Chiara's reason quickly and resolutely regained the lost ground just like most of her life.After a quiet tremor, the girl opened her eyes and met his gaze again.

After seeing the look in Chiara's eyes, Snape knew that now she had turned back into the good student Chiara Lowe who disguised herself with polite and mature armor.

"Did you save me?" Chiara asked, without any joy in her tone.

Snape didn't answer this question, he looked at Chiara, and asked deeply: "Why did you kill Moody?"

Zia flicked her arm, and Snape immediately warned: "Your wand is still with me, don't think about resisting under my hands."

"Even if I kill myself, I have no intention of hurting you, not at all." Chiara said flatly.

What she raised was her left hand, the hand whose blood vessels had been severely severed by her. She looked at the wound that had scabbed against common sense for a few seconds, and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"It turned out that the wound after the cut was like this." She said, "It is indeed deeper than all the previous ones, and it also hurts."

Snape raised his wand another centimeter threateningly, and the tip of the wand sank into Chiara's skin, drawing a bright red mark: "Answer my question."

"Is 'Moody' really dead?" Chiara asked rhetorically.

Snape found that he seemed to be really getting to know this student for the first time today. In her eyes, the life of "Moody" was more important than her own, and what she was thinking about at the last second before she died and after Su Sheng was all about him. His life and death.

This is not right.

"Dead," said Snape. "Are you happy that your murder succeeded."

Chiara raised the corners of her lips and showed a smile without a smile in her eyes: "Of course, I'm very happy."

madman.

Snape took a step forward, he bent down slightly, and looked at Chiara's expression more carefully: "What kind of enmity do you have with him that can make you hate him so much that you don't even care about your own life to pull him?" Go to hell? Or...you were actually taken from your soul?"

Yes, this is a possibility... Chiara Lowe is just a 14-year-old student, she has no reason to want "Moody"'s life so crazily, she is most likely manipulated by others!

"I was not soul-captured, all of this was of my own volition." Chiara still raised her head, looking at Snape with unwavering eyes, "I wanted to kill him. I'm thinking about how to let him die every day."

Snape gritted his teeth, "Why?"

"Is the reason important?" Chiara smiled slightly. "He is already dead. If I make up a painful reason to kill him, is it possible that the Ministry of Magic can commute my sentence? You will put me Leave it to the dementors, right?"

She's not afraid of dementors, or going into Azkaban.Snape could see, of course he could, that she wasn't safe, she just didn't care what happened to her.

"The dementor will give you a kiss and you will die."

Sighing, Chiara reached out, took Snape's wand lightly, and pressed it down.

"I don't want to live for a long time, Professor Snape." Chiara said quietly. "Every morning when I wake up, I will lament that I have another day to live. Every night when I lie down and close my eyes, I will secretly wish that I Sleep and never wake up. Every time in astronomy class, I have to try my best to control the urge to jump, and even watch the Quidditch game. It would be nice for me to be killed... What's the point of me living like this?"

"A kiss from a dementor," she repeated sadly, "Kiss, what a beautiful, romantic word. It would be a gift to have those disgusting fellows give me a life-ending kiss, after all, like me Such a person...who can give me a kiss?"

Chiara was talking slowly, she kept laughing, but there was no extra emotion in her eyes.Looking at the strange girl, Snape felt chills in his hands and feet.

why?

Why does she not want to live anymore?

Why is she? !

Snape's chest heaved violently, and after the cold passed, a ball of anger spread from his lungs to his whole body.He couldn't even figure out why he was so angry at first.

Chiara Lowe, how many things do you possess that others envy, why do you regard your own life so contemptuously?

You are smart, have excellent grades, and are well-rounded. Neither the students nor the teachers can find any faults in you. How many people want to be you but can't, why do you make yourself so miserable!

Even he-

The fire in Severus Snape's chest burned even more violently.

She was exactly the kind of person he wanted to be when he was young, and she was exactly the kind of good student he envied!

Such a perfect life is not enough to make her feel alive, so what is the meaning?

Doesn't the self who was not even as good as her when she was young deserve to live?

"What's the point? You ask me what's the point of living?" Snape growled in a low voice, "You've already lived a better life than 99% of the idiots in this world, first in grade, loved by everyone, that's not enough Does it make sense?"

Chiara gave a strange laugh: "First in grade, everyone loves it, ha! Indeed, I did get these, but it's just a habit. I didn't have any need to get first in grade, and I didn't have any need to ask for it. Others like it. I just do it habitually, forcing myself to learn, forcing myself to be likable, forcing myself to be smooth. I don’t know the meaning of these things. Is it something to be proud of? It’s not easy ?"

Snape gritted his molars: "What does that mean to you?!"

Ziara watched him, still clutching his wand loosely in her palm.

"You," she said, her smile disappearing, "You are the meaning of my life. The only value of my life is to allow you to live happily."

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The author has something to say:

Snape's emotional rollercoaster ride in just half an hour

Xiao Qi, you said you want Snape to live happily ever after, but you almost scared him out of high blood pressure today

Xiao Qi (perfunctory): I will pay attention next time

Snape: Do you have a next time? !

Of course there will be a next time(.)

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