[HP] Don't talk to me

Tomorrow is Christmas.

In the past, the winter holidays at Hogwarts always started after Christmas.But this year, due to the impact of the war, the course was hurriedly ended a week earlier, and all the students were sent home for the holidays, even the Christmas dinner was not held.

Therefore, this year's Christmas at Hogwarts should be the most deserted one since the establishment of the school.

I slowly pushed open the gate of the castle, and staggered along the path towards the edge of the Black Lake.There are snowflakes in the sky, and the ground is covered with thick snow, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.This kind of white, pure and holy, covers up how much filth and filth?The traces of the cruelty left by the war are all gone.If you can't see it, you won't be remembered. At least until the snow melts, you can spend a Christmas peacefully and without sentimentality. How nice!

Crutches didn't work that well in the snow, and I fell down a few times and struggled to get back up.

Before I went out today, I had been alone in my room for two days, like the most flustered dying person who wanted to retain a little dignity, and didn't want to disturb people with the stench of death.I once thought that I was only one breath away from death. When I was lying on the bed, crying and shaking because of the inexplicable cold and excruciating pain in my body, I even raised my wand and wanted to give myself an Ava Da.Avada, with a simple mantra, all suffering can be ended, so what's wrong?

However, I still don't want to do it here, at Hogwarts.

I want to end myself in a dignified way after I leave here.

During the time when I was most comfortable using the scorpion stone and in the best physical condition, I already started to think about my own death.I know that the side effects of the scorpion stone will come sooner or later. In the records of the drug, it was never described as a miraculous life-saving medicine, but a "semi-****" that is far more dangerous than curative.From the first day I used it, the night I lay in St. Mungo's Hospital late at night, I had chosen a path of no return.

The benches for people to rest by the lake are enchanted with insulation, so they are not covered by ice and snow.I sat down and looked at the frozen lake.It's strange, it feels very cold in the room, but after going outside to breathe, I feel warm in the face of the icy and snowy scene.I stretched out my hands to pinch the thick scarf wrapped around my neck, the mixed colors of dark green and dark gray seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.I remember when Snape gave it to me, I taunted him for a long time, unable to do anything about his stubbornness.But since then, I have eliminated the others one after another, and only kept this one. Now I want to change it, but I don’t have the money to buy it again, so I have to use it.

How many things have I done in my life?Let the future come and go, let yourself make do with it!

I sat quietly, enjoying the purity of being alone.After waking up in the morning, I found that my body pain seemed to be relieved a lot. In order to prevent psychological effects, I moved around in the room to clean it, but I still felt that it was still bearable, and there was no itching in the nasal cavity.Although I don't know why it got better, I decided to take the opportunity to go out for a stroll.

There was the sound of boots slamming into a snow puddle behind me, and I turned sharply to see it was Bryce.

"Morning, Tata!"

"Are you here to breathe too?" I smiled and nodded.

"I haven't seen you go to the restaurant for a few days, I thought you were out." Bryce walked briskly, walked over and sat next to me.

I ignored his words and said softly, "How are you? What are you doing these days?"

"Reading books, making medicine, every day is the same." Bryce said, "I find that my life now is no different from when I was in Strasbourg. Only, the Dark Lord is dead."

I watched Bryce talking about his past calmly, and I suddenly became curious.After all, I haven't read such publications as the Daily Prophet, The Quibbler, and Orange Weekly for a long time, and my knowledge of him is extremely limited.

"Why were you imprisoned by the Dark Lord before?"

Bryce looked at me with some surprise. He has probably been frequently exposed by various reports. Almost no one knows about his past. I should be the first person to ask him this question.

"Sorry," I added, "I haven't read the newspaper for half a year."

"It's okay, I don't mind saying it a few times." Bryce shrugged his shoulders, "My dad Alvin Evans used to be the owner of a potion shop in a rural village in Ireland where wizards gathered. Then he met My mother moved to England and lived in Godric's Hollow."

When I heard the place name Godric's Hollow, my heart skipped a beat.

"My parents lived very happily there, and my father met a cousin of his there. After they gave birth to me, my father continued his old business and started a potion shop business. I grew up I just lived in the store and dealt with potions every day. I gradually started to study potions, and I could make advanced potions by myself before I was ten years old. So I didn’t go to Hogwarts to go to school, because in There is a special Potions Academy in Germany, which is also the best professional school in Europe. It decided to admit me. More than ten years ago, the Dark Lord had an accident in Godric’s Hollow, and after that, hidden Death Eaters would always come there to cause trouble. Then there was a woman named Bellatrix -- you must know her. She came to our store when I was home on vacation. She knew me, and she killed my parents, yes I cast a spell, and when I woke up, I was no longer in England or Germany, but in Strasbourg, France, in a secret basement."

Bryce paused, looking at the white woods across the black lake in the distance.

"I lived there for five years, making potions for the maggots that hid in the ground. I had to make whatever they wanted, and I made almost every black magic potion. During those days, I even I never saw the sun, so I began to doubt the shape of the sun. I didn't know the sun is round again until I was rescued from the basement."

"Bryce..." I looked at him and couldn't bear to continue.

"Don't feel sorry for me," Bryce said, curling his lips. "I don't need your sympathy. You're not much better, are you?"

I froze for a moment, then nodded along with him helplessly.

"Fortunately, everything is over." Bryce said, "Thanks to Headmaster Snape, he came to Godric's Hollow to find me after he knew about me. At that time, I was standing in the empty old house , I really feel desperate. He let me go to Hogwarts, so I lost a lot of opportunities to touch animals."

So he had been to Godric's Hollow again?

I silently lowered my eyelids and looked down at my boots covered with another layer of fine white hair.

"Tata," I felt Bryce come closer, and his voice suddenly changed from calm to flustered, "Tata, under your nose—are you bleeding?"

I also noticed it when his voice fell, because the dripping liquid had fallen vertically on my boots, one after another, which was already eye-catching enough, but it was even more obvious now against the white background.

"Well—it's nothing." I hurriedly reached out to wipe it, wiped the back of my hand, blocked it with a scarf, and held my head up.

"I'll go to the principal, and I'll take you back to the castle." Bryce wanted to help me up, but I quickly held him down.

"Don't go to Snape, I don't want him to know about it. I'm nothing serious, just a little blood. If you go to him, we'll break up."

"But--"

"If you want, just stay by my side, wait with me for a while, and stop after a while."

"Tata," Bryce put his hand on the back of my head and asked softly, "Is your injury still not healed?"

I had no time to take into account his words, I just tried my best to accompany the falling snowflakes and slowly closed my eyes.The snow is an elf, falling on my cheek and kissing it.

The word Godric's Hollow keeps flashing through my mind, and I can't get it out of my head.I seemed to be standing there in a trance, watching a black figure stop in front of a house in the distance, and then opened the door to enter.

He closed the door immediately after he entered, and seeing his figure disappear behind the door, my heart sank rapidly.

I struggled to get rid of the fantasies in my head, the delusions of weakness.In order to divert my attention, I thought about what Bryce had just said from the beginning to the end, and suddenly I seemed to be pinching the starting thread in a ball of wool.

I took a deep breath, and tried my best to inhale the stench and hot air in my nasal cavity back into my lungs.

Then I turned my head, stared into Bryce's eyes, and asked in a soft voice, "Bryce, tell me, your father has a cousin, who is that cousin?"

Bryce probably didn't expect that I would ask this question at this time, and he was taken aback, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Tell me, I'm not stupid." I said, "If you didn't mean to tell me, you don't have to mention it just now."

"Tata, let me say." Bryce gritted his teeth, "My father's cousin, named Lily Evans..."

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