[HP] Don't talk to me

However, on the first day of the holiday, I discovered that I was not the only one staying at Hogwarts.When I walked through the now-noisy corridor into the quiet dining room, someone was already sitting there.He looked up and smiled after seeing me: "Good morning?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then naturally found a seat next to him and sat down. "Good morning, aren't you home, Bryce?"

"I don't have anyone in the house anymore," Bryce said, cutting up a muffin.

With a thought, I said softly, "Me too."

"So, you've been here this holiday? Have you been like this before?"

"I used to..." I paused, and suddenly felt that it was better not to talk about some things, so I changed the subject, "Then do you have any plans? Like going on a trip? It's too boring to stay here for the whole vacation. "

"Oh, maybe." Bryce replied casually, making it seem like he didn't have any plans not only for the vacation, but maybe for tomorrow.

Seeing that the topic was off topic, I didn't want to talk any more. I silently picked up the lettuce and salmon sandwich on the table and took a big bite.

Before he could swallow, he caught a glimpse of another person walking in the door from the corner of his eye, and almost choked in shock.Snape stood at a distance, glanced around the table a few times, looked at Bryce, then at me.Eyes met, I immediately lowered my head.

"Principal Snape, you didn't leave either?" I heard Bryce's startled cry, and I couldn't help frowning.

"Hmm." I heard Snape responding very slightly in the distance, and then his footsteps moved from far to near, and even stopped beside me. The chair was pulled again, and then someone in black robe brushed past him, and sat down gently. nice voice.

I turned my head slightly and found him sitting next to me.We looked at each other again, I was angry, but his black eyes were so dark that I couldn't see my emotions clearly.

"Then headmaster, what are your plans for this holiday?" Bryce was very clever, and asked Snape the question I asked him just now.

"No plan."

The words are concise and to the point.

I immersed myself in solving the food in front of me, and my mind was spinning around thinking about things.A few days ago, when I filled out the form of willingness to stay in school during vacation, I was clearly the only name on the form. All the professors who had the means to leave have left. No one wants to stay in the same place every day of the year. .So I thought that this holiday should be clean, why did someone else appear at this time?I really have no interest in paying attention to whether Snape stays in school or not, but Bryce is also a person who has nowhere to go alone, which is beyond my expectation.

"Tata," Bryce said, "would you like to hang out with me in a few days? We're here anyway."

I looked at him with some surprise, he had a sincere look on his face.I thought for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Okay."

There was a slight movement of the chair beside him.

"Where are you going?" Bryce asked. "Is there anywhere you want to go?"

"It's all right, as long as you can go out, anywhere is a good place."

"What about the headmaster?" Bryce invited Snape again. "Would you like to hang out with us for a day and relax?"

"I think Principal Snape must be busy with work when he stays," I replied first, "Bryce, we don't need to trouble the principal to accompany us when we go out."

"You can go anywhere, I'll go with you." Snape said unhurriedly.

I turned my head in surprise and fixed my eyes on Snape. He looked at me and curled his mouth.

I gritted my teeth, turned to Bryce again, and said loudly, "If Principal Snape is with you, then I won't go! I remembered, I've been busy these days."

Followed by footsteps, I leaned on crutches and walked quickly through the aisle. No matter whether I turned left or right, there was always a black shadow behind me.

Walking seems to be as long as a century, and my physical strength is no longer as good as when I was healthy. My chest heaved more and more violently. I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally couldn't help but stop and turned to look directly at the person behind me.

"What's up?"

"Why, stay at school?" Snape said softly, "You obviously have the key to Spider's End."

The house where I lived for several years, the walls are full of books, the dark green leather chairs, the dark red side table is placed with mellow and rich wine, and the charcoal fire in the fireplace in front of me is burning hot, which burns people's hearts. go……

"There," I snorted, "it's not my home."

Snape frowned, and there was a look of sadness and pain in his eyes.I was also a little moved.

I know that my words must have hurt him, people are not rocks, it is impossible to spend a long time together without feeling any emotion at all.He must think that I am cruel, and want to leave the residence that I have arranged and operated for several years out of my life.

It took me a long time to fill the empty 19th Spider's End Lane bit by bit, from the messy to the orderly, from the carpet to the wallpaper, from the kitchen utensils to the bedroom sheets, what should be involved and what should not be involved Things, I did my best.Does anyone know how happy I was when he finally handed me that key?I once thought that I was already the owner there, after all, I am so familiar with everything there, and I am very close to it.But the facts tell me cruelly that no matter how hard I try, I am still just a passerby.

Even if I live in that house for hundreds of years, I can't feel the real soul, so what's the point?

I touched my robe and shrugged apologetically as I didn't have it on. "By the way—you reminded me. I'll go back and look through the drawer, find the key and return it to you."

"Ta Effah," Snape's chest began to heave violently, and I felt him lower his voice, said old and hastily, "that house, if you think it's uncomfortable for me to live in it, I'll give it to you." You. When you live in during the holidays, I will stay in school and never disturb you. As for the keys, I will not take them back."

"That's not okay, that's the house your mother left you, what right do I have to live in?" I shook my head, and shook it again and again. "If you don't want the key, I'll just throw it into the Black Lake and let it sink to the bottom."

"You—why are you so stubborn?"

"Severus—Snape, if one day, there is a new mistress in your house in Spider's End, that person will definitely not be me." I said calmly, "From a woman's point of view, I have to tell you that no woman likes the traces and smells of other women at home. So I think, for your future consideration, it is better for me to stay far away from your home. "

I didn't wait for his answer, so I turned around and walked quickly, passed the fork in front of me, and went down the escalator. A few times I couldn't find the right point of crutches in a hurry, and I almost lost my center of gravity and fell. Fortunately, my eyesight and hands were fine.I was sweating profusely when I walked back to the room, but Snape didn't follow and I closed the door.

Sitting at the desk, I took up my pen and wrote another letter to Andrew.The last scorpion stone stands alone next to my inkwell.

Still no reply from Andrew, whom I've been out of touch with for a while.I couldn't go to Georgia to find him, and not hearing from him made me extremely anxious.This is not because of the scorpion stone, but because of an inexplicable worry in my heart.

I told Andrew in the letter that I had found materials in the UK and asked someone to make the scorpion stone.It's not true, but I figured if Andrew got this letter, it would put me at ease.

Thinking about asking Andrew about Millie going to Hogwarts - I just love that kid so much.I dipped the pen into the ink bottle to refill the ink, but felt a tickle in the nasal cavity, and two streams of heat poured down at the same time.

Flowers bloomed immediately on the white letter paper. The dark red liquid came at an untimely time and polluted most of the letters I had already written.

I took out my handkerchief and wiped it vigorously, but to no avail, more liquid kept gushing out.With my head held high, I leaned against the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling, feeling the deepest despair.

The night I cut my wrist at St. Mungo's Hospital, although painful, there was no such sense of despair.I really don't want to feel this kind of despair in this small dark room next to the cellar at Hogwarts, where all the memories of my youth are.

If that day comes, I must go far away, to a place far away from Hogwarts, to commemorate that moment.

Maybe I don't want to admit it so completely, that is, Hogwarts has already surpassed any other place in my heart. It makes me feel so precious, so precious that I can no longer pollute and destroy its purity in any way.

When the fluid stopped frenziedly surging, I got up, carefully moved to the side of the bed, and lay down.

With extremely quick movements, I grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and the post at the head of the bed with the other hand, clenching them tightly at the same time.

The pain came like a tsunami—the waves rolled up from the Baltic coast, hitting my heart and lungs hard and powerfully, again and again, without stopping.

I curled up like a baby, but unfortunately there was no embrace to warm me up. My whole body was as cold as if I was in a cellar, and it was also like Hailuotuo who had returned to his childhood, hesitantly walking forward in his single clothes in the ice and snow.There was a shadow in the distance, all in black, but I couldn't see its face clearly. It walked forward, and I chased after it, but it was like a baby learning to walk. It fell down after walking, and was buried in the snow from head to toe, not even breathing. There was no rhythm either.

I turned my head and saw my mother clearly behind me. I stretched out my hand towards her and called her aggrievedly: "Mom, mother..." But her smiling face gradually disappeared under the white snowflakes. , disappeared.

No one will come to help me, no one can continue to live with me.Mother was long gone, and that black shadow had long since become an almost indistinguishable dot on the farthest horizon.

There is no one else, only me alone, does it mean that I should go?

Maybe, I really should go...