[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara realized later that she seemed to have missed something, and Snape looked at her with a very strange look, as if she had said something particularly shocking, such as claiming that she was Voldemort's daughter.

"You prepared your will in advance?" Snape's tone was colder than the wooden bench in the Potions classroom in December, "Why, don't you want to go back alive today?"

Chiara's always-sensitive "Snape Emotion Detector" immediately sensed the obvious anger on the other side, she opened her mouth, and began to make amends reflexively: "No, it's just in case. Of course I want to get out of the way Finish the job, I haven't finished my Christmas homework after all, and my disappearance will be brought to Umbridge's attention."

Snape's expression softened slightly, although it would be quite nonsense to live for the reason that he didn't finish his Christmas homework.

However, there are too many nonsense and bizarre things about Chiara, and this is no longer a big deal.

Seeing that the appeasement was effective, Chiara breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to explain while the iron was hot: "The wealth under my name has now accumulated to a considerable level, and it is said that there are still some relatives alive in my identity, so preparing the will is also to prevent disputes. Don't worry, my lawyer has notarized my will, and after I die, all my money will be transferred to your treasury—"

Snape didn't react immediately after hearing it: "My vault?"

Ziara blinked, and confirmed as it should be: "Yes, otherwise who else? After I die, all the money I make will be yours, and you can do whatever you want in the future. You can just buy it."

Voldemort is dead, money is also available, and Snape, who has realized the double freedom of personal freedom and property, should be so happy!

Chiara felt happy just by imagining it.

But Snape's expression now is quite terrifying. Chiara was still immersed in the fantasy of "Snape can live a happy and rich life like a prince after I die", but Snape killed The same look in her eyes quickly dragged her back to reality.

Why doesn't he look happy at all?

Snape's cheeks bulged out a small piece of masseter muscle because of his clenching his teeth, he was obviously very angry, but he still had a semblance of reason to control his volume: "Where did you get so much money?" ?”

"Stock trading, investing in Internet companies, and recently starting to engage in real estate." Chiara replied, her voice getting softer because of Snape's expression, "I invest in sunny industries, and I won't be investigated. If you don't worry , I can cash them all out when I go back—"

Snape interrupted immediately, "I'm not interested in your money."

Attracted by the sound of the two men talking, the blind old dragon slowly turned its huge head in their direction, its wings spread dangerously slightly.

Ziara opened her mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but Snape's anger was already uncontrollable. The veins on his forehead popped up, and he asked each word, "What do you expect me to do?"

"Should I welcome your death with joy, smile at your corpse and thank you for your generosity? Are you expecting me to push you off the cart right now, and push it to the mouth of the old dragon , let it burn you to death immediately, so as to fulfill your self-destructive desire?"

"Chiara Lowe." Snape's expression was covered with a layer of gloom that could not be dispelled, "What do you think of me?"

Slight beads of sweat broke out on Chiara's forehead, and it was the first time that she felt so clumsy with her tongue.After an extremely uncomfortable short silence, she murmured: "I didn't mean that..."

That's what she means.

In his steaming rage, Snape saw clearly what was going on inside her, and realized that this was just another misunderstanding caused by Chiara's twisted values.

Yes, everything she does is done with good intentions.She wanted to reduce his burden, wanted to leave him wealth, and sent the last bit of value squeezed out of her life to him with both hands, and then she was anxious about his resistance and refusal.

She did everything perfectly, had no conflicts with almost everyone, but she never expected anyone to mourn her death.

In Chiara's world, she positioned herself as a giver, she forced herself to be a sun that never stops shining, forcing light and heat to him in the dark corner, pervasively Throw in everything she thinks is good like sunshine.

But why can't she create some value for herself?

Doesn't she have any needs and desires?

The two of them finished the finishing touches at Gringotts in silence.Snape manipulated the goblin, followed it to Chiara's new vault, counted the tons of gold coins she had newly put into the vault, and destroyed the physical evidence in the suitcase.

In the end, Chiara modified the goblin's memory and lifted the Imperius Curse.The goblin, who felt a bit strange but couldn't tell where it was, took Chiara back to the lobby of Gringotts. After waiting for a while, Snape came out as if nothing had happened, and left with Ziara one after the other. Gringotts.

Although the soul piece in the Jinbei had been successfully destroyed, Chiara didn't feel the so-called "sense of accomplishment" at all.

On Christmas Eve, it snowed lightly in London.

After taking several anti-tracking measures, Chiara finally returned to the door of the apartment where she lives now.She patted off the thin layer of snow that had accumulated on her shoulders, lifted the anti-theft spell on the door, and returned tiredly to the room without a trace of heat and light.

She didn't draw the curtains, and the warm yellow window of the house across the street was directly exposed to her eyes.Chiara was not in a hurry to turn on the light, she came to the window quietly, looked across quietly in the dark, and watched the family toasting and laughing in the warm light.

The untouched snowflakes that were hidden above her head melted at room temperature and slid down Chiara's cheeks.Chiara glanced at the window as the cold snow streaked across the corners of her eyes, and a face she knew so well was vaguely reflected in the glass.

Chiara didn't wipe off the snow water, she faced the reflection and watched the drop of water slowly fall from the corner of her eye, slide down her cheek to the corner of her mouth.

The phantom of the glass window overlapped with the mirror in the bathroom, and Chiara looked almost fascinated at the oriental woman who seemed to be crying, looking at her former self.

[Look at this woman in the mirror. 】

[I have been pursuing success all my life, pursuing perfection all my life, and pursuing No.1 all my life. 】

[I have been failing all my life. 】

[I have been pleasing others all my life, but I can't please everyone all my life. 】

[I have been envious of others all my life, and I have been thinking about how to get rid of those who hinder my success. 】

[Is it really meaningful to live like this? 】

[Look at this woman's face, jealousy, resentment, arrogance, laziness, greed, the appearance of trying to climb up but not being able to get it is really ugly and pitiful. 】

【what……】

[This ugly and pitiful person is actually me. 】

The woman in the mirror seemed to be crying and smiling, she had no strength to raise the corners of her mouth, but the tears had already flowed down unconsciously.She didn't want to look at this ugly man for a second, she turned off the light in the bathroom, and knocked down the final sentence on herself.

【I don't deserve to live. 】

The memory of when she decided to die in her previous life is still clear, but now Chiara has no tears.

The tear-like snow water slowly evaporated and became smaller, the once deep and viscous pain no longer boiled and churned, self-loathing had condensed into a dark mud shell, firmly sealing off Chiara's heart pack.

Chiara lifted the transfiguration, and the dead woman on the glass slowly turned back into a girl with black hair and golden eyes.She stretched out her hand to wipe off the drop of water that had been slightly cooled by her body temperature, twisted it, and let it dissipate easily on her fingertips.

Chiara sighed slightly.

The current self is quite different from the previous life.Although she will still pursue No.1 habitually, the almost pathological obsession and anxiety about success rarely appear, and she is rarely jealous of others (mainly Hogwarts seems to have no one worthy of her envy, The people around you are all children), and you don’t blame yourself, you want to be the best in all fields.

Death, new goals, and new circumstances have brought unsettling changes to her, and Chiara doesn't know if change is a good thing, but she knows she's once again at a swinging crossroads.

She began to doubt her choice again.

Chiara is not someone who lives in a glass greenhouse. On the contrary, she is very sensitive to the emotional changes of the people around her.Today, when she told about the will, she found that Snape became visibly angry, very, very angry.

Is she doing something wrong?

Why was Snape so resistant?

If what she did didn't make Snape happy, what was the point of all the work she'd been doing in her life?

The apartment was not warm, and Chiara curled up by the window, wrapping her arms involuntarily around herself, subconsciously shrinking herself smaller and smaller.

So cold.

The cold air and singing came in through the cracks in the window, Jinglebell, Jinglebell, a thin layer of glass separated her from the world of infinite joy.Ziara exhaled hot air, and the tiny steam particles quickly dissipated before her eyes like happiness.

This is the fifth Christmas Eve she has spent after being reborn.

Of course, on this day of family reunion, Chiara can't help but miss the past, but every time she misses the happiness she had in the past, it is followed by overwhelming guilt and guilt.

Obviously she personally chose to turn around and leave everything behind, why bother to miss her belatedly here now?

Chiara's self-esteem did not allow her to regret her choice.

Chang'e regretted stealing the elixir, and Bi Haiqing was heartbroken every night, but how could people never regret it?

Every thought of the past is like a knife stabbing at her heart, the Boggart in the dream is always changing face, sometimes her mother is crying, sometimes scolding, she doesn't know what her relatives will be Won't miss her the way she misses them, and she'll never know.

"duh"

The joints of Chiara's limbs were already stiff, and she still didn't move when she heard the sound of glass being knocked.

But the one who knocked on the glass seemed to be a living thing, "Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Chiara's vigilance finally came to life, squeezing out the dull and viscous despair, forcing her to sit upright.

She turned her head to look, and outside the glass window, a huge white hair ball was trying to break through the glass and break in.

"Owl?" Chiara asked dryly, "Who will send me something?"

And she never revealed this address!

She opened the glass window, but gripped her wand tightly at the same time.The white furball rolled into the apartment together with Fengxue, and almost threw itself into a ball on the ground.

Chiara cautiously approached the snowy owl. The fluffy and dull pure white owl shook the snowflakes on its body, not minding Chiara's vigilance at this time, and was about to pounce on her with flapping wings.

"do not……"

Zia stretched her hand to press the head of the snowy owl jumping up and down, and the other hand wanted to go to its feet to receive the letter.The snowy owl rubbed its head against Chiara's palm like a dog, its round eyes narrowed, as if smiling.

The letter was thin and the paper was so ordinary that Chiara didn't know who it was from until she opened it.Snowy Owl groaned and groaned while rubbing against her palm. She pulled out the letter paper with one hand, and scanned the few short lines above with the help of the faint light from the house opposite the window:

【Merry Christmas. 】

[A gift from this year is attached, it has no name. 】

No signature, but Chiara could read the handwriting on the letter even in death.

She pinched the letter paper, turned it over and over again, and read it over and over again.

He sent her cards back, he wished her a Merry Christmas, he sent her presents.

He, he wasn't angry, he wasn't angry with himself, he was...

The snowy owl, which has no fur and is pure white like snow, tilted its head and looked at Ziara, and then began to persistently rub its head against her palm. While rubbing, it happily spread its wings and twisted its tail, from the beginning to the end. All showed happiness.

"Dogbird." Chiara called it with a smile, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Are you a dogbird?"

The snowy owl let out a cry, and then gently pecked at the finger she held out to tease it with its beak, and it didn't hurt at all.

This is a gift from him to her, a little life that can accompany her in this world and belongs only to her.

"I have...tomorrow I have to buy you cages, bird food, and...do you like small clothes? What about leg rings? Will the apartment be too unfree, and I will take you to live in a manor in the suburbs, okay? ?”

Chiara laughed more and more, tears filled her vision and fell incessantly.She knew she must look funny now, but she didn't care.Chiara hugged the snowy owl, not minding the remaining cold air on its body, just felt that she was hugging her only support in this world.

In the past five years, Chiara never allowed herself to have a spiritual support other than Snape. She did not allow herself to give her sincerity to others, nor did she allow herself to raise pets, because she knew that she might die at any time, and she didn't want to die again. Leave pain to more people.

But it was a gift from Snape.

"You look like a Samoyed." Ziara gently combed the uncolored feathers on the snowy owl's back with her fingers, "May I call you... Coconut?"

Yeye can't speak human words, but Yeye can rub her with her head.

This is a Christmas you won't be alone.

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The author has something to say:

Ah, yeah, I really like yeah recently.

Xiao Qi: I am a ruthless killer

Xiao Qi: I want to complete the mission alone and in cold blood and then die

Xiao Qi: ...

Xiao Qi: But he gave me the dog bird!

Snape really had Xiao Qi in his hands.

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