HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Dumbledore left Hogwarts.

This time it was not like before this semester, but disappeared for a long time, and even if it returned occasionally, only a few professors knew about it.Among the main professors at Hogwarts, Snape can be said to be the only one who did not know the news of Dumbledore's return.

This is not a coincidence, but he deliberately avoided the other party - not only because... more out of guilt for the young man.Dumbledore seldom owed anyone else anything, but to Snape the old man sometimes even felt that his behavior was despicable.

All Snape had asked for in the first place was to keep Lily safe, and he hadn't been able to.Helping the other party get away with being a Death Eater later was more than offset by Snape risking his life to protect Harry and spy for the Order of the Phoenix.The other party is actually not obliged to bear the crime of killing him... Especially when Dumbledore can vaguely perceive his unique position in the other party's heart, regardless of whether Snape's feelings are the one he guessed, He could only imagine what a blow it would be to the young Slytherin to kill himself.

But what can I do?As he crossed a path that was shadowed by the wall, the old man thought silently that this was the only way to make Voldemort trust him completely.And only in this way—only in this way can the safety of Hogwarts students be ensured as much as possible, and even the final victory...even if it is unfair to Severus.

It's for the benefit of more people...more lives.

He whispered in his heart.The long wall came to an end, Dumbledore walked into the sunlight, blinked slightly because of the stimulation of the light, and suppressed the remaining guilt in his heart.

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The elf appeared in front of the two of them, shaking old and tired, his thin chest heaving weakly.With cloudy eyes open, she bowed slowly and with difficulty.

"Hucky, Hucky at your service, sir."

Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man standing beside him inquiringly: "Is it her?"

"Yes, Mr. Dumbledore." The man nodded, looking at the elf with a trace of disgust in his eyes, "Since this elf accidentally killed my aunt, it has been free-but, she Always answer the call of our family."

The old man put his hands on his knees and leaned forward to watch the elf.She was skinny, and stared blankly at the two wizards in front of her with shallow white eyes, obviously she hadn't been summoned for many years.

"Hucky," the old man softened his voice, his blue eyes met gently with the elf's strange big protruding eyes, "do you remember Tom Riddle?"

Hutch—the elf hesitated, shook his head blankly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Huck doesn't remember, sir."

Dumbledore sighed slightly.He knew the situation of the elves who had been freed and had nowhere to go—most of them, because they were not supplied with the magical power overflowed by the wizards, would gradually lose their unique and powerful magic power.No wizard would be willing to accept an elf who was released by the master, so they can only wander around some wizard gathering areas, hiding in cracks in walls and tunnels, absorbing a few negligible magic powers to maintain their lives.

"Please remember carefully, will you?" he said, "He used to be a clerk of Borgin Bock, and he often visited Ms. Hepzibah...I personally think that Ms. Hepzibah should like him very much. He is a Pretty young man."

"Why don't you just use Legilimency, sir." Mr. Smith suggested, "The brain won't forget anything. It doesn't seem to remember."

"Wait a little longer," said Dumbledore softly, watching the elf's face.

However, after a long time, the elf just stood there in a daze, without showing any signs of recalling anything.Mr. Smith beside him was beginning to grow impatient, and in the past few minutes, Dumbledore was sure that the other party looked at him at least a dozen times, hesitantly.

He had no choice but to sigh, and squatted halfway in front of the elf, looking straight into those big scary eyes: "Heqi, I want to take away a piece of your memory, do you agree?"

This probably seemed superfluous in Smith's eyes, and he snorted disdainfully in the back of Dumbledore's head.But Dumbledore ignored him.

The elf looked at the man behind the old man who was related to her former master by blood, and at Dumbledore who was patiently waiting for her reply, as if he cheered up a little: "Of course, Heqi is willing to serve you."

"Thank you," he said, holding out his wand, "Legiliency."

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Snape stood at the door of the headmaster's office, staring at the gargoyle outside the headmaster's office for a long time.Behind him, the corridors of Hogwarts were empty, so quiet that one could hear the sound of air colliding with each other.

Since the last quarrel, he has never seen Dumbledore again. Even when he heard from Professor McGonagall that he had returned to Hogwarts, the old man left in a hurry after seeing Potter After a few days.

Snape knew that the headmaster's behavior of leaving the school was somewhat because he wanted to prevent Draco from accidentally injuring other students—since there was no way to find out the other's plan, as long as Dumbledore was not in Hogwarts, the boy would not If you will do it rashly, it is naturally impossible to hurt other people.

He sometimes thought about where Dumbledore would stay when he was not at Hogwarts, whether he would find a random hotel to stay in, or search for the Dark Lord's weakness in the dust... When Dumbledore existed, it always seemed to bring There was a special calming effect that made those around him listen to him wholeheartedly, trust him, and never doubt the future - especially Snape.

Therefore, in the moment when Dumbledore has disappeared for a long time, he often feels more uneasy and lost than ever before... like a traveler who has lost his way in the dark and lost his waypoint.

The man stood for a while, letting the cold air of late spring night wipe away the last trace of temperature from his long-distance running, and finally took a deep look at the door of the principal's office, and left slowly with his feet.

He didn't expect the door to open suddenly, and then Dumbledore didn't seem to alienate him on purpose - yes, of course he felt this - stood in front of him and invited him to have a glass of sweet and cloying chocolate.He is no longer a child who has fantasies about anything, but an adult who is sensible enough, Dumbledore...nor is it, so at the right time, Mr. Principal will inevitably appear in front of him.

...for example, when he needs his hands.

The author has something to say:

About the chapter name... I really can't think of it, so I will leave it blank in the future

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In the past two days, I am very glad that Jinjiang has broken the update [although it is still a spicy chicken Xiaolujiang]. The timeline of the sixth part is really too difficult to figure out...especially some parts that are placed in the seventh part ..... I have repeatedly changed the order of these chapters, added and modified the plot, and the changes are almost dead orz

Especially the conversation about 'Potter is a pig' [Harry I'm sorry hhh] I thought it was very late at first [after the toilet broke up], and then because of Mr. Principal's sentence "You don't want to close He should be in confinement", and speculated that Harry should not have been confinement at that time, so he moved forward to the day after reading Hutch's memories.

After finishing all the codes, I thought, no, with the character of the headmaster, without the memory of Slughorn, it is impossible for him to tell the professor about these orz, so he started to change again... and finally settled in Harley To the day after the memory.

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It can be said that if there is no change this time, I will definitely follow my initial timeline, and I will not be able to change it after I find out that I am wrong-then I will spit on myself orz, and make random changes while ooc The time of the original work, I have the nerve to swear that it is the original work to...

Then maybe I lose enthusiasm for this article... just, unfinished