[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

At this time, Harry finally understood the meaning of the time machine. After the end of the two-week world, all traces of their existence in this past world will be eliminated.

People will forget the memory they once had.

Harry stretched out his hand and gently brushed Lily's wine-red hair away, and kissed her forehead. This was the first time he kissed his mother. His tone was gentle and gentle, like a song sung by a murloc under a moonlit night: "... ...I am nobody, and it was your future husband, James, who killed Voldemort."

The second bell rang, and the picture in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, becoming hazy and distant, and the person in his arms gradually became transparent.

"Harry is a good name... If possible, would you consider using it as the name of your future child?" Harry closed his eyes slightly, tears fell on the other's forehead almost at the same time as he sighed, "Go to sleep, My dear, good night, when you wake up, everything will be back on track, your future, your life will no longer have any suffering..."

"I will protect you, always and forever." Harry murmured, and the person in his arms finally turned into thin wings and disappeared into the air.

And before the world completely turned into mist and disappeared, Harry felt as if he saw a flash of a black figure, that stumbling figure was like a black butterfly under the moonlight, sad and beautiful.

Harry wanted to take a closer look, but the image was fleeting after all, and Harry couldn't tell whether it was real or his own illusion.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had completely changed. He was lying on his back in the grass, surrounded by towering trees... That was the place where they first traveled through time and space, the Forbidden Forest.

They are back.

Harry covered his eyes with one hand, and he suddenly couldn't tell whether these days were just a long, long dream he had, James, Lily, Sirius, Horcrux... and Sneaker Professor Pu.

"How long are you going to sleep, kid?"

Before Harry could react, the next second he felt something ruthlessly sitting on his abdomen. He groaned in pain, curled up and looked at the man in the golden-red armor sitting on his waist, and finally Finally got a sense of reality.

"Are we... back?"

Iron Man said calmly: "You're back, you succeeded."

"Ah...how is Ron?!" Harry suddenly got up, remembering his best friend who had been injured.

He hurried to the direction of the hotel.

Tony just got up from the ground unhurriedly and took off the mk42, and then looked at the back of the boy who left anxiously like a gust of wind.

Steve put his hand on Tony's shoulder silently.

Tony smiled wryly, and shook his head: "I'm not that vulnerable, cap, and neither is that child."

Harry pushed open the door with a bang, and saw the red-haired boy trembling down the stairs.

"Hey, Ron, you're awake!" Harry's eyes danced with joy.

"Oh." Ron looked at him, but his expression was a little strange, as if a little inexplicable, "Oh...you're Potter, hi, you seem to be in a good mood?"

Harry froze for a moment, "What did you call me?"

"Dude, what's the matter?" The red-haired boy asked strangely, "We are just in the same class, are we familiar enough to call each other by name? Oh, but thank you for helping me! I will never sneak into the Forbidden Forest to play casually again. ...Next time I will treat you to a chocolate frog!"

Harry looked at the boy who was looking at him with strange eyes, and thought distractedly, so he really succeeded.

Tony was right, his destined savior mission, life-and-death friends who could give their lives, everything above the Thorn Glory Road overlapped with Voldemort, and now Voldemort was killed by him before they were born , and completely changed the fate of all the children of this generation, but none of them were affected as deeply as himself.

His twisted fate made him gain everything in war and lose everything in peace.

Harry reluctantly raised the corner of his lips: "...Okay, Mr. Weasley, if you don't mind, let's go back to Hogwarts together now."

The red-haired boy nodded casually: "Okay."

Tony was pushing the door slowly in. "Oh, I guess it's goodbye now?"

Harry smiled at them: "...I think so."

"That machine, can you give it to me?"

"No problem, but it's broken." Harry took out his pocket watch, the hands were all broken inside the glass surface, and the time machine was completely broken.

Tony took it and shook it: "It's nothing, I think it might help us find some inspiration to return to our world."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "I hope you can find your way back soon."

"Of course, Tony Stark is omnipotent." Tony grinned and rubbed the little lion's head, "Goodbye little hero, I don't think we will meet again."

"Well, goodbye, thank you, captain, Mr. Stark, I had a very happy time with you."

"...do you regret it?"

Harry's green eyes, hidden behind his glasses, flashed a sad but determined gleam: "Never. Farewell, my friends."

Others in the hotel also found them. Hulk was the first to rush over. He lived happily in this world because he no longer had to pretend. There are more strange creatures in this forest than him. Guys, he made a lot of friends and had a great time: "Tony! You're back!"

Tony was thrown to the ground. With perverted eyes, he watched the legendary boy who survived the catastrophe leave step by step. The figure still looked thin and slender as a young man, but he was strong enough.

He smiled and patted Hulk on the shoulder: "Well, we're back."

*****

(One month later.)

Harry placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of the tombstone, which was the resting place of the people who died in the first Voldemort War, and it took Harry a long time to find the names of all of them.

To Harry's relief, Lily and James are doing well, although they have yet to meet - the couple quite decisively leave their son in class and enjoy a long trip while Harry , he is now an ordinary Hogwarts student. He grew up in the wizarding world. His grades are mediocre and inconspicuous. He is no different from ordinary people.

Harry walked deep into the cemetery, flicking his wand to clear the new weeds around them, but when he saw a tombstone in the deepest part of the cemetery, he was stunned for a moment. It was an anonymous tombstone with no name , and no photos.

"...Mr. Potter and Lily stubbornly believe that they lost an important person in that battle." Someone spoke behind him, with an elegant and deep voice.

Harry's shoulders tensed instantly at the familiar voice.

The man casually passed him by, and placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone: "Although they don't remember his name, or even his appearance, they still stubbornly erected a tombstone for him, commemorating his memory." Mr. Anonymous."

He knew it clearly, knew that the other party had forgotten him, he should have lowered his head, and called him a professor respectfully and distantly, but Harry just stared blankly at the man's dark eyes and unchanging pure black robe .

That was the first time he saw the "past" after returning to the real world, and he realized how much, how much he missed that short time.

"Harry Potter." His name slid across the Potions professor's lips, low and slow, but the next sentence instantly shattered Harry's thoughts, "How does it feel to stand in front of your own grave?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he could barely speak.

Snape gently smoothed the folds of his sleeves: "What? Are you surprised? I'm surprised, too, when everyone thinks that the one who killed Voldemort was another egotistical Berserker."

"...Why do you remember?" Harry finally found his voice, and before he knew it, he had reached out and grabbed the other party's cuff, and murmured as if in disbelief, "Impossible, no Someone should remember."

Snape snorted softly, but didn't shake off the other's hand: "...Because some idiot happened to leave me a gift before leaving."

Harry suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help opening his mouth wide: "...that... an unbreakable curse?!"

"That's right, both parties who cast the spell will never forget the oath." Snape raised the corners of his lips mockingly, looked at the little lion that looked the same as ten years ago, turned around, tapped his fingertips Unnamed tombstone, asked, "I haven't seen you for 17 years, Harry Potter, I always wanted to ask myself..."

"Changing the future, have you ever regretted it?"

Harry closed his eyes, leaned his head on the other person's back, and said hoarsely, with the same answer: "...never."

Snape felt the boy leaning on his shoulder twitch slightly, and then the icy liquid gradually soaked through the thin fabric, and the coolness slowly spread to his heart.

The Boy Who Lived is finally no longer the savior, he is no longer sought after by people's beliefs, and all his heroic deeds are destined to be unknown forever, they are buried forever in the memory that does not exist, and fall into the Mediocre and eventually forgotten.

He never regrets, but cannot suppress the sadness of being forgotten.

What was he, when no one remembered him?Harry was hesitant and frightened, not even sure if he really existed, and whether that memory was something he imagined to comfort himself in his extreme loneliness—and no one could listen to or believe his sadness, The hero of the wizarding world gets his loved ones back, and literally, loses them all forever.

He ended up with nothing.

The green-eyed boy grabbed the Potions professor's shoulders with such force that he almost tore the fabric of his clothes, lowered his head against his back, and cried out almost as if tearing his heart out.

Snape didn't turn his head back, he lowered his eyes, looked at the white bouquet of Yongzhi flowers in front of the unnamed tombstone, which symbolized the unchanging will, its snow-white petals swayed gently in the wind, looking gentle and holy, he whispered Open your mouth, and the sound floats in the air.

"...Welcome back, myhero."

[The system prompts that the main task - [Supporting the Savior] is over. 】

******

saving people, hunting things, family business!

United States, xx state, outside an unknown bar.

A few men blocked a brown-haired man in a dark corner. The guy surrounded looked good, even the mustache looked very cute, and he had a thin waist and narrow hips, very sexy, but he just looked drunk It looked like it was too much, and rubbed against the wall with confused eyes.

Those people were very interested in being teased, and they argued about the order, but the man with the moustache suddenly hugged one of them around the neck recklessly, with provocative eyes, rubbing his legs hungrily against the other's crotch, The voice is hoarse and sexy: "Stop fucking nonsense, let's fuck together..."

Generally speaking, Dean Winchester would not care about such things, he is not the Virgin Mary, not to mention that he has a girl in his arms, who is fair and beautiful, with a d in the bust.

What's more, that mustache stunned the guy who was hooked dizzily in the next second. Dean could see that the guy's skills were not bad. no problem.

But Dean found that among the group of people surrounding the man with the mustache, there was obviously one... not a human being!After everyone fell down, he suddenly jumped forward and bit the mustache man's shoulder, as if desperately absorbing something.

Dean was forced to push the girl away and rushed forward: "Hey! Stop!"

That guy was very vigilant and disappeared in a flash.

Dean looked at the guy: "Hey, how are you?"

The brown-haired man fell to the ground, yelling and pressing the wound on his shoulder, drunk and excited, talking incoherently: "Great! Dude, can you spray my arterial blood on your face?" Before you go, take me home by the way?"