The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Under the leafy cedar, the little wizard, who had grown tall and had a somewhat immature face, sat down. His hair was wet with mist and sweat, and it was messy and stuck to his forehead. He sat in front of his mother and softly confided his experiences over the years.

Uncle Vernon's scolding, cousin Dudley's bullying, Aunt Maggie's making things difficult, the vicious dog that stayed under the tree all afternoon...the Dursley family spent their childhood under the shelter of others.

Harry tried to sound as calm as possible, trying to tell those things in humorous language, but his mother's calm and gentle gaze was like a turbulent undercurrent, sweeping up the pictures that were sinking at the bottom of the lake of memory, sweeping them away.

Whether it's Dumbledore, Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Harry has always been very strong in front of these people who care about him, but now sitting in front of his mother, he just A child who has been wronged.

Harry's pretending to be lighthearted in teasing always stuttered, and he realized that those things that he once thought he had let go of, still inevitably made him feel aggrieved when he thought about them.

Wet and hot liquid covered his cheeks. Harry touched them, and they were filled with tears.

Lily's eyes were full of heartache, and she stretched out her hand to wipe his tears, but her slender fingers made of moonlight could not touch anything. She had no choice but to say those childish words to coax him over and over again, hoping to bring him some comfort, even just a little bit. .

His mother's soft words of comfort ironed Harry's heart over and over again, soft and warm. He sniffed, wiped his face, and began to talk about his new life.

"The Hogwarts admission notice was mailed to Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon kept trying to stop me from signing for it, and then Hagrid came to the door..."

The honest and honest Hagrid, the red-haired Weasley family, the classmates who like to tease others, the professor who cares about him...

He broke the rules and joined the Quidditch team, went to the forbidden area of ​​the library at night, met centaurs in the forbidden forest at night, and set fire to Snape's robe...

I got on the red train leading to the castle, met a lot of people there, and had a lot of things happen, some good and some bad, but in general there were more good things. When Harry talked about this, his face was full of smiles.

"..."

Lily stared into his eyes quietly, as if she could never get enough of them.

The evening wind blew the clouds and mist slowly moving, the branches in the forest swayed slightly, the dim moonlight reflected the shadows of trees and people, and the mother and son whispered quietly.

Talking about the Quidditch match a few weeks ago again, and talking about the girlfriend who played Quidditch with him, Harry's saliva was dry and his throat ached. He paused and racked his brains but couldn't think of anything new. It's an interesting thing, I can't help but feel a little impatient.

Lily said softly: "We are very happy to hear that you are doing well now, really happy."

"you?"

"And your dad."

Harry's lips moved slightly and his voice was slurred. He knew in his heart that it was time to say goodbye.

"Don't go...don't leave me..."

"We will be with you until the end."

"..."

"Harry, my brave boy, we will meet again."

Lily said with a smile, she opened her hands to hug him, lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead.

Harry closed his eyes and felt as if he really felt his mother's lips on his forehead. The touch was slightly cool, but it gave him a sense of warmth and peace of mind that he had never felt before.

The breeze blew by, and the condensed moonlight quietly dispersed. Countless silver light spots flew with the wind, gradually extinguishing and disappearing. Loren and the others in the distance watched this scene quietly. The figure of the boy under the tree seemed to be alone. of cubs.

Harry sat in silence for a while, then slowly stood up and walked towards the group of people. The tears in the corners of his eyes were not yet dry, and his red eyes and nose were uncovered. He reluctantly handed the Resurrection Stone back to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore put away the black gem and muttered.

"It's time to go back and have a good night's sleep. Let's go. Horace will be very happy to see you. He always complains that he can't adapt to the current teaching tasks at his old age..."

"I won't go back to school."

Several people turned to look, and Snape stood motionless, facing the gazes of several people and shaking his head: "I want to take a break for a while."

"Have you decided where to go?"

"Not sure yet." 　　　 "Will you leave Britain?"

"I think so. I want to see other places."

"Don't go back to Spider-End Alley again. Voldemort is seriously injured and needs to recuperate. He may send Death Eaters to hunt you down." Dumbledore paused. "If you haven't decided where to go, why not go to Ilvermorny?" Check the snake tree for me."

"Can."

"If you have had enough rest, you are welcome to come back at any time. Hogwarts needs a younger Potions Professor." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled gently, "I wish you a pleasant journey, Severus."

"Um."

Harry whispered, "Have a nice trip, Professor Snape."

"Um."

Loren blinked, glanced at Harry, and then at Professor Snape, and met his cold and stern gaze, and immediately calmed down his expression. This professor was a bit scary.

He also sincerely sent his blessing: "I wish you a pleasant journey, Professor Snape."

Snape glanced at him sideways, snorted coldly, and turned away. His slender figure lost its original loneliness, and his footsteps were no longer heavy. He soon disappeared behind the shadows of the trees. It was completely different from the way he came. direction.

After confirming that the professor had gone far away and could no longer hear their voices, Harry asked in a low voice: "Sir, why doesn't Professor Snape want to go back to Hogwarts?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because he feels confused."

"confused?"

"In the past many years, he has been walking on the path arranged by others. Now no one is showing him the way. He must find the direction by himself."

Loren thought silently.

"..." Harry looked thoughtful, but he didn't understand it at first glance.

Dumbledore put his hands on Loren and Harry's shoulders, the phoenix flames flashed away, and the woods returned to their previous silence.

…

Returning to the castle, ignoring the hesitant expressions of the two students, Dumbledore stepped onto the spiral staircase, opened the door to the principal's office, and saw Grindelwald sitting on his desk.

"Gellert, I didn't see you after the Death Eaters left. I thought you came back to sleep."

Grindelwald stared at him and naturally picked up the teapot and poured out the steaming hot cocoa: "You don't need to think about it to know that what follows is a scene of confessing and crying. It's boring..."

"I find it touching."

"Tell me about that battle."

"It's time to rest now. Let's talk after I wake up."

"Sleep! Do you still want to sleep?" Grindelwald sneered, "The noise caused by that magic can be seen in most of London. Do you think the Ministry of Magic can't see it? You won't be able to sleep well for the next few days. ”

"So we should seize the time and have a good sleep."

"..."

Outside the window, a hint of fish belly white has appeared in the east.

It's almost dawn.