[hp] warm as jade

Although it was already midnight when they came back from the Dark Lord, neither Snape nor Rong Jiu chose to go back to their dormitory to have a good sleep, and they went to Dumbledore's office one after the other without any extra communication. go.

Sure enough, Dumbledore didn't sleep either. He was already waiting for them in the office, wearing his nightgown rather than a nightgown, with three cups of hot milk in front of him.

After hearing what happened tonight, Dumbledore tapped on the table with his bony fingers.

"The prophecy ball?" He murmured, not knowing whether to say it to the person in front of him or to himself, "He hasn't made any progress over the years."

Rong Jiu had a strong sense of disobedience in his heart, and Dumbledore's tone seemed to be talking about an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, rather than the big devil who made the entire wizarding world panic and uneasy: "You...know him?"

"Yes, he used to be my student." Dumbledore looked at her through the half-moon-shaped lens. "In his early years, he was more complicated, and no one could see through him, but now he is much purer."

"Pure?" Rong Jiu repeated incredulously, "Are you talking about the Dark Lord?"

"Ah, yes, yes." Dumbledore smiled and said reassuringly, "Pure badness is also a kind of purity."

"Now he is too simple, showing his weaknesses clearly..." His voice dropped, looking at the hot milk in front of him, he fell into deep thought.

Rong Jiu didn't dare to disturb Dumbledore, and asked Snape in a low voice: "Does he...have a weakness?"

"His name says it all." Dumbledore came back to his senses and answered the question for Snape, "Lord Voldemort, fly away from death. He makes Horcruxes and keeps them tightly hidden in various places. I can Sure, even his most loyal men don't know where they are. He fears death."

"There's no one who isn't afraid, right?" Rong Jiu's face fell. What's the difference between this answer and no answer?

Dumbledore replied calmly: "Child, death is not terrible, it just means a relief."

Rong Jiu picked up the hot milk and took a big gulp, as if this could suppress the sudden coldness in his body.

She just... didn't she think the same way?

She glanced uneasily at Dumbledore, who stared at his hot milk again, wondering what he was thinking.The face that usually looked kindly, at this moment, actually looked similar to the Dark Lord's sense of oppression. Although one was fearful and the other was reverence, they were both so indifferent, as if they had separated from all living beings, aloof and lonely. according to.

However, at this moment, she actually felt that Dumbledore looked more terrifying than the Dark Lord.At least that person was still afraid, and Dumbledore didn't even care about death, so what else could he be afraid of?

What exactly did Dumbledore have experienced that made him so indifferent, even... longing for death?

Hogwarts was in a doldrums.Although they won the Triwizard Tournament, with the death of Cedric Diggory, all this was meaningless.

One afternoon before leaving school, Rong Jiu came to the grass by the Black Lake alone, leaning against a big tree, the sunlight shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, it was so pleasant, it made her drowsy.

She also obediently half-closed her eyes, recalling what had happened this year.

In just one year, she made a choice, and it made her unexpected - she joined the Death Eaters, but stood on Dumbledore's side.Like a professor.

How ironic, isn't it?Because the professor loved Harry's mother so much, he stood by Dumbledore without hesitation.He played a vitriolic villain, regardless of other people's misunderstanding and disgust, just to protect Harry.And she, at this moment, also made the same choice as the professor.

"She is my lover."

She has no position to ask for more, but when she hears such words, she still can't help but feel secretly happy, greedy, and extravagant... This is the truth.

Rong Jiu took a deep breath, trying to calm down the restlessness and longing in her heart.

It's all my own choice.She thought bitterly, she is willing, isn't she?After learning about such absurd things, I still rushed in. It was all voluntary, and no one forced me to do so. So what kind of position am I in to be anxious now?

At first, I just wanted a piece of bread, but when I had bread, I wanted milk, and butter, and bacon, and a nice plate, and a solid table, and nice clothes, Want exquisite jewelry...

So now that I have bread, I want milk?

The gentle wind brushed her cheeks, bringing a strange coolness. She raised her hand, touched her cheek, and looked at the water droplets on her fingers in surprise.

Although it is said that if you choose the path, you will not regret it, and you have to walk on your knees, but you will still be sad.

I also hope that I can be held in the palm of my hand like this, that I can hold all his feelings when I was born, and let him use his whole life to keep his son safe after death.But all his affection and attention was given to others, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it.

Rong Jiu was lost in thought, and didn't notice that someone walked up to her. She didn't come back until the person spoke: "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

"Of course," Rong Jiu greeted with a smile, "Harry."

"I didn't mean to bother you," Harry said uneasily, "I was just walking around, and I saw that you seemed...in a bad mood?"

"I don't think anyone here is in a good mood, right?" Rong Jiu looked at the calm lake and shook his head, "What happened..."

Harry put his head down, playing with a leaf.

"Yeah," he said, in a very low voice, "Cedric didn't have to die..."

"It's not your fault." Rong Jiu comforted, "If you want to say that Cedric was involved because someone wanted to harm you, I can tell you that this is not true."

"You know?" Harry was a little surprised. After all, what happened on the day of the final is a secret.

"Well, the professor told me." Rong Jiu said.She didn't want to mention the professor in front of Harry, after all, that person was Harry's mother.Seeing what Harry wanted to say, she directly changed the subject, "Harry, do you believe in fate?"

"Fate?" Harry repeated, looking at her puzzled.

"Yes." Rong Jiu said softly, "A person's life actually has a general trend. If it's time for you to return to the west, then no matter where you are doing that day, even if you are lying on the bed at home, it is possible Sudden illness or death from being hit by something flying inexplicably outside the window, no one can escape. So don't blame yourself, it was Diggory's life, even if it was a normal Triwizard Tournament, or he didn't participate in it at all No game, no escape from such a fate. You don't have to torture yourself here."

"Perhaps," said Harry listlessly, "but I also remember you talking about something called the Life Gate."

"That's different, Harry." Rong Jiu's eyebrows frowned, and she began to speak with difficulty again, "That's calamity, not fate...how should I put it, the one who has a narrow escape is a calamity, and the one who has ten deaths is a calamity." Fate, can you understand?"

Seeing Harry's confused expression, Rong Jiu gave up explaining: "Forget it, you just know it's different."

Harry smiled.The two fell silent.

"Thank you." Suddenly, Harry said without thinking, "You may be the only one in Slytherin who feels sorry for him."

This time it was Rong Jiu's turn to be confused, but soon, this confusion turned into confusion.

Wait, isn't this misunderstanding a bit big?I wasn't feeling sorry for Digory just now, was I?

After a while, Harry was called away by the Gryffindors, and the place was quiet again.Rong Jiu leaned back comfortably, continuing to enjoy this rare leisure time.

In any case, it's all like this, so we can only move forward.

Nobody can tell the future, right?

The author has something to say:

End of regular term.The Goblet of Fire part is over.

I have to start thinking about subtitles again, so tangled.

Volume Five: Combine Vertical and Horizontal