[HP] turns in your hand

The two minors, Chiara and Harry, were quickly sent back to Hogwarts. Dumbledore and the other two adults stayed in the cemetery. All that is left to clean up and mop up.

Harry seemed particularly restless along the way. He couldn't help but want to ask Chiara questions, but he hesitated to ask them.

...How does this make him ask?

"Hey, Chiara, all your sweet talk to Umbridge was just a lie, so you're actually on Dumbledore's end?"

"Hey, Chiara, nothing else, I just want to ask, why you, a Slytherin, can be so deeply involved in the plan to destroy Voldemort, while I, the savior, don't know anything, and only use it inexplicably on the holiday day Come to a place and be Awada and it will be over?"

"Hey, Chiara, I'm not gossip, I'm just really curious, what exactly did you and Snape..."

Harry didn't dare to ask.

For the first time, he realized that there were things he, a Gryffindor, dared not do!

Of course Chiara noticed Harry's back and forth, but she couldn't be bothered.

She just wanted to go back to the dormitory and have a good sleep.

Like ordinary students returning from Hogsmeade, they walked through the gate of the castle, returned wearily to the hall with the envious eyes of the younger children, and said goodbye to each other.

"Thank you, Harry." Chiara said, "Go back and have a good rest."

Harry squeezed out a forced smile, he still felt that it was not real, as if everything he experienced just now was just a dream made up by him after a long sleep.

"We... just now really..."

"It's true." Chiara said calmly, "If you don't believe me, hit yourself again, hit here, hit yourself harder."

Harry: ...that's unnecessary!

"Just kidding." Chiara laughed, "but I think this is the best solution. Calm, small-scale, fast, and no one will die because of Voldemort again, just let everyone know nothing Come to peace."

Harry relaxed his shoulders, and he and Ziara turned their heads together, silently looking at the laughing students outside the gate of the castle under the warm spring sun, with a tacit feeling that this moment is the best moment of life.

"Then, goodbye, Harry. I really want to go back to sleep." Ziara rubbed her eyes, "If you have something to do, you can wait until the evening, or go to the owl shack to find my snowy owl Coconut, let it Send me a letter... My Yeye has been a little too energetic recently, and I've been trying my best to find something for him to do."

Harry could only agree: "Uh, okay, but I don't think there will be anything wrong?"

"That would be great." Chiara gave a fleeting smile, "because I hate socializing, actually."

Harry: ……………

ok, ok.

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Chiara fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she slept so darkly that she couldn't remember any of her dreams.

When she woke up, the curtain of the four-poster bed was completely dark, and she had the feeling of opening her eyes for the first time after death.

But when sanity returned, Chiara thought, it was not the same as when she first woke up after her death six years ago.

That sense of despair, of loathing her own life deeply with every breath she took, was no longer present in her.

Ziara sat up, and she slowly opened the curtain. The other two girls who were chatting in the dormitory said "ah" and greeted her one after another: "Are you awake?" "We came back from Hogsmeade." I found you sleeping when I was there, and we didn't call you."

"Well, I was too tired from shopping today, so I took a nap after I came back." Chiara smiled, "What time is it?"

She did sleep in for a long time, and Pansy said it was past dinner time, but if she went to the Great Hall right away she might be able to pick up a few of the house-elves' after-dinner snacks.Chiara decided to go to the auditorium, after all, if she didn't eat something to fill her stomach, she would be so hungry until tomorrow morning.

As if she didn't want her to be full, as soon as Chiara arrived at the entrance of the auditorium, she was stopped by a timid little Hufflepuff girl.

"Principal Dumbledore said to invite you to his office, the password is...Happy Easter."

Chiara blinked, she guessed—no, she was sure there must be some kind of metaphor in Dumbledore's change of the password, because if Ziara herself were the headmaster, she would be so happy All the gates of the school were changed to a vicious and mocking password against Voldemort.

Of course, Dumbledore might not be able to do this kind of thing, but who knows.

Giving her fate, Chiara hungrily continued up, up several flights of stairs, and spoke to the stone beast guarding the headmaster's office door ("Happy Easter...except Voldemort."), and rang the The door to Dumbledore's office.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore's office seemed to be the most peaceful and constant place in the world.When Chiara came here for the first time, she was full of nervousness, afraid that Dumbledore would see something, and even more afraid of being exposed as the murderer of Peter Pettigrew.But every time she came here, she became more relaxed. Until today, when Ciara walked into the principal's office, she still glanced at the portraits of the principals on the wall of the office, just because she was too hungry and she was still a little sleepy after waking up. Look too closely.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to come so soon." Sitting at his desk, Dumbledore squinted his eyes happily. "How are you resting? Have you had dinner yet?"

"I slept and haven't eaten yet."

Chiara found a chair at his desk and sat down with ease, her back relaxed back.Hearing this, Dumbledore dragged a small porcelain plate from the desk, and gently pushed it in front of Chiara: "It just so happens that I have prepared some snacks here, I think you should like it."

Although Chiara was a child who was very popular with the teacher in her previous life, of course she also ate in the teacher's office, but she had never had snacks in the principal's office.She stared for a moment at the plate of chocolate chip cookies that looked really good, covered in frosting, before she held out a hand hesitantly, "Thank you...?"

"Do you remember the last time, also here, what is the reason why I asked you to talk?"

Chiara picked up a piece of chocolate biscuit and gnawed off a small corner with her front teeth: "Employment guidance."

"Yes, so I thought, I should make up this part." Dumbledore folded his hands, his tone brisk, "You seem to have a career you want to do, don't you?"

Chiara thought for a moment, held the biscuit and hesitated to speak again: "...Yes. But I haven't figured out what to do, I just have a vague idea."

"Is it related to your hobbies?"

"Yes."

"Is it work related to books and novels?"

Chiara frowned slightly inconspicuously: "Did Professor Snape tell you this too?"

"Ah, that's not what Severus said. He has some weird insistence on things about you. Except for things related to Voldemort, he is extremely tight-lipped about other information unless necessary." Dumbledore Lido said with a smile, "I discovered that you like reading novels myself."

Chiara's mood improved a lot after Dumbledore mentioned Snape: "You didn't start observing me when you were in the second grade, did you find that I like Lockhart's books?"

"Part of the reason is, but I got this information from another lady." Dumbledore pulled out a plain-looking brown paper document bag from the pile of parchment on his desk, "You like Fantasy literature?"

Chiara stared at the document bag in his hand, and replied with some hesitation: "Yes, but... which lady, my roommate? I don't remember talking to them about my reading preferences."

Dumbledore took out a few pages torn from a notebook from his file bag, and replied, "Miss Bledel. She's a counselor, maybe you remember her?"

Bledel, this name is so strange.For a few seconds Chiara just sat there blankly, until Dumbledore began to read from the pages.

"Child: Chiara Luo, 10 years old. She has symptoms of depression, and there are clear words and verbal hints such as 'feeling life is meaningless', 'tired', and 'suicidal tendencies' in conversation..."

Chiara's eyes widened.

"...Hobbies, I like a series of fantasy fairy tales called "Harry Potter"."

Dumbledore put down the page and said happily, "I'm really interested in the content of this series of novels."

He held out his wand and stirred the large basin that stood on a small table next to his desk—the first time Chiara realized she had seen a Pensieve, the first time the artifact had been displayed in front of her. One function is to dig out her dark history.

In a flash of silvery memory, a dark-haired, gloomy little girl floated up from the Pensieve.

"...don't." Chiara moaned.

10-year-old Chiara is a little girl who is immediately gloomy and mentally ill.Her eyes are different from other people's, they are direct, and when they occasionally look at each other, they can only see the bone-chilling coldness from the bottom of the golden eyes.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

Ziara, 10, deadpanned: "No."

Sixteen-year-old Ziara looked away and leaned against the back of her chair, holding the chocolate chip cookie like a stressed hamster.

"Favorite sport? Favorite food?"

"nothing."

"Then do you have any favorite books? Or movies, TV series, cartoons?"

She saw the little girl's eyeballs slowly rolling, she looked straight at the phantom counselor in front of her, and replied softly: "... yes. I liked watching the "Harry Potter" series very much when I was young .”

Then the child started to talk more, and she began to ask and answer with the psychological counselor, and introduced to this stupid adult who didn't know one of the most influential cultural symbols of English literature in modern times in the world. "Harry Potter" is extremely sacred in her mind.

"Harry Potter is about a boy who discovers he's a wizard, goes to a wizarding school called Hogwarts, and defeats an evil dark wizard named Voldemort."

"I think magic is amazing, and going to a magic school doesn't feel as boring as going to a normal school."

"There's one guy in the book that I've always liked, and because of him, I've always been interested in the series. His name is..."

Chiara took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to interrupt Dumbledore and the memory being played: "I can tell you anything you want to know, just don't play this thing again."

Dumbledore raised a hand: "The most exciting part is coming soon, do you want to wait a little longer?"

"You can guess it, right? And I don't believe you haven't seen the latter part." Ziara almost crushed the biscuit, "I'll be honest, I watched a movie called "Harry Potter" in my previous life." The novel, as I said, it is 7 stories about Harry defeating Voldemort, from his first grade to the seventh grade Voldemort died, I did not expect that after I died, I was resurrected and came to the world in the book. But I don't know what will happen after Voldemort's death, so I'm not a fortune teller like Professor Trelawney...Why are you still playing?"

In the Pensieve, 10-year-old Chiara has completely changed her expression.Her eyes were shining, she leaned forward slightly, and she unconsciously talked about a topic that she really loved.

"He is unique. After decades, there is still only one Severus Snape in the world, and he will never stop exuding his charm in the history of world literature and film. Although he himself never thought I thought I would get so much love, but the fact is that there will always be someone who is impressed by his respectable spirit of sacrifice and charisma, and then falls in love with him one after another, even if he will never get any response, and he will not be able to pass the love to this ultimate man. A man who has never received any happiness or affirmation in his life..."

Chiara murmured in a low voice: "Yes, those who don't get a response but still can't help falling in love with him are referring to me."

"Snape was once on the side of the dark, but he made a big mistake that killed someone he loved, and spent his life atoning for that mistake. He risked his death to do what was right. The spy...always wandering on the edge of danger...his life has never been joyful and happy...although he finally got his name right after the war, he was already dead by then."

After finishing the complete and passionate character essay, 10-year-old Chiara slowly sank into the Pensieve, while the principal's office fell into a strange silence.

"So, in the original fate, Severus would die." Dumbledore asked, "That's why you tried to protect him, right?"

Chiara suddenly felt that the relief of her mental state did not seem to be a good thing.Although she has regained the ability to be easily happy, as well as the enthusiasm and courage to continue to live, she can also feel the same embarrassment as a normal person, and because of this, she is in pain and her toes are stuck on the ground.

"...and it wasn't just him," Ziara whispered. "Many people died."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly: "Maybe it doesn't make any sense to discuss this today, but I'm still a little curious. Does that death list include me?"

"Of course." Chiara replied darkly. "You let Professor Snape kill you."

Dumbledore dragged out a syllable "Ah...", and before he could ask or guess again, Chiara blocked his words: "It's a very long story to talk about the reason, and It really doesn't make sense anymore, because that hateful future will never happen."

Surprisingly, Dumbledore smiled.

"Yeah, it won't happen again," he said softly. "Because you, and us, worked hard for it. Especially you, Chiara."

"Not only did you save a lot of people who would have died, you did so much more."

Chiara didn't laugh: "I didn't want to save the world subjectively, nor did I want to be the kind of good savior. I killed people, blew up houses, stole, and used black magic many times. I should have been thrown into Ah Zkaban. I did all this just to let Professor Snape live happily. This is my selfish desire, and there is nothing commendable."

"Yeah...you are just for Severus." Dumbledore looked at her calmly, "you gave him affirmation, tolerance and acceptance...and love. These things he needs most, you I gave it all to him with my own actions.”

"Even though Severus won't be known by all for his heroic deeds as he was in your world, now with you. With you you know he's a hero, you know everything about him, all the disgrace he's trying to hide and darkness, but still love him firmly and affirm him.”

"This is enough."

Chiara dropped her head, her legs swaying involuntarily, and she quickly popped the chocolate chip cookie into her mouth in a disguising manner.

…so sweet, so sweet that the icing was really overdone.

"I'm just..." she said vaguely with puffy cheeks, "a very ordinary... fan..."

Dumbledore asked happily, "Would you like some tea?"

Chiara swallowed the biscuit forcefully, and flatly refused: "No need... we have to prolong the conversation after drinking tea!"

Oh, it seems that she is really familiar with the conversation routine.

"Then, let's move on to the last topic." Dumbledore glanced at the teapot on his table with some regret, "Do you like Severus?"

Chiara's expression seemed as if Dumbledore asked a question so simple that it seemed to insult her IQ.

"Of course." Her tone rose. "Of course I—"

"I'm talking about the kind of liking." Dumbledore stretched out his hand, he slowly put his two palms together, and his fingertips touched together one by one, as if implying something, "It's that kind of man and woman The beautiful relationship between each other naturally germinates the throbbing of being attracted by each other."

It took Chiara a moment to understand what Dumbledore meant.

"Are you asking if I am a girlfriend fan?"

Dumbledore: ...almost?

"If he is still just a character in a book to me, a virtual character that I will never get in touch with, then it doesn't matter what form I use to love him." Chiara shrugged her shoulders, "But now he is A real person, who is by my side, who I get along day and night. I can't disturb him with such feelings, it is also an insult to him."

Dumbledore obviously didn't agree with her words: "This is not an insult."

"Of course it is, he has someone he loves, and I can't imagine something impossible to happen when I know it well." Chiara said very naturally, "and it is absolutely impossible for him to develop anything with me. ——That is a very terrifying character collapse.”

Snape, who gave up his affectionate personality and turned to fall in love with someone else, is simply too OOC!

She absolutely cannot accept it! ! !

There was nothing to say when the conversation got to this point. Dumbledore wrapped up all his chocolate biscuits and asked Chiara to take them away. Chiara was not polite, but just repeated it before leaving, saying that she would leave tomorrow Send Dumbledore the Gaunt ring.

Chocolate biscuits in exchange for resurrection stones is also a good deal.

The door of the office was gently closed, and Dumbledore was still sitting there motionless, but his eyes moved to a small corner of the office that was shrouded in shadows and was as quiet as a cemetery from beginning to end.

"Look, she knows everything, but she doesn't deny that she likes you."

All Snape wanted now was to borrow the Pensieve and drown himself immediately.

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The author has something to say:

Lao Deng, I am a matchmaker... without him pushing these two people to go to the nursing home to go to the sunset red...

Ah, look, she knows everything, but she still chooses to love you.

BGM: just the way you are

(I didn’t write BGM in the first few chapters, but the summary of the content has the title of the song. If you are interested, you can search and listen~)