Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 193 Forbidden Forest
"Harry! Harry! Wait." Nangong Xiongying ran towards Harry.

"Don't stop me, this is my last choice."

"Principal Dumbledore asked me to give this to you. He said it would be useful to you. Besides, he was sorry for you." The tentacles were cold, and Harry took a look, the golden snitch.

"I understand. I know, if it were me, I would too."

The castle was empty.Harry strode along alone, feeling like a ghost, as if he were dead.The portraits in those frames remained empty, and there was an eerie silence throughout the school, as if all remaining life had gathered in the Great Hall, where the dead and mourners crowded.

"Professor, I'm leaving." Harry said straight to Taoist Lingxu.

"Go." Taoist Lingxu's tone was indifferent, as if to say another matter that had nothing to do with him.

Harry was strangled by Mrs. Weasley, she was crying to prevent Harry from going to one-on-one with Voldemort, if Mrs. Weasley tightened his stranglehold, then Voldemort's Horcrux - Harry would die Yu died of suffocation due to chest killing.

The performance of others around is similar.

Professor McGonagall's hands were twisted together, and the knuckles of the fingers could be seen turning white from excessive force.

Ginny sat aside, her face was pale and she was in a trance.

Hilbert walked towards Harry, his face still stained with tears, he just patted Harry Potter on the shoulder.Like saying goodbye.

Daphne leaned over and whispered to Hilbert, "Draco's back." Harry heard this, but he couldn't care less about Draco now.He is going to the Forbidden Forest.He has to go.

Harry pulled Neville out of the crowd. "Where are you going alone?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"It's part of the plan, too," said Harry, "I'm going to do something. Listen to me—Neville—"

"Harry!" Neville said with a sudden look of horror, "Harry, don't you want to hand yourself over?"

"No," Harry lied casually, "of course it's not...something else. But I may be missing for a while. Neville, you know Voldemort's snake? He has a very large snake... ...called Nagini..."

"I know, I've heard... what's the matter?"

"There is a difficult task for you." Harry whispered to Neville, "This is a matter of success or failure in the end."

"What's the matter?" Neville became serious.

"The snake that the mysterious man is carrying, you find a chance to kill it." Harry said, "That snake is very important to the mysterious man, and Ron, Hermione and the others are all guarded by the mysterious man, so your chances of success Bigger." Harry took a basilisk tooth from his pocket and handed it to Neville.

Harry walked on until he came to the edge of the forest.He stopped.

Hilbert hinted to a few Slytherin classmates, and walked towards a nearby room.

Draco kept pacing, and Astoria coaxed Helena in his arms.

"Say, what is your purpose for coming to Hogwarts? If you don't make it clear, I will throw you into the lake right now."

"I'm still a student at Hogwarts, why can't I come back?" Malfoy said, "Hogwarts didn't expel me again."

Taoist Lingxu had already come to the door and felt a little funny when he heard Draco's words, the Malfoy family has always been known for surprises.This is like playing the trick of the uprising before the off-duty time at five o'clock in the afternoon on September 1949, 9. However, Comrade Ma's achievements as spies and Comrade Xiao Ma's achievements in destroying Horcruxes will inevitably be rewarded after the fact. I will climb up because of today's extra points.

"It makes sense. Since you think you are still a student at Hogwarts, is there any excuse for not coming to school for so long? You said how many house points should be deducted by Slytherin because of your long-term absenteeism?" Okay? I'm the head of Slytherin! Classmate Draco? What do you say about him?"

"Sink into the lake!"

"Forget it, let's fire directly."

"Bring him to the lake now."

"Yeah yeah."

"Professor! Don't forget that I destroyed the Horcrux!"

"Oh, you also destroyed the Horcrux, then later, you can do wherever your parents tell you to go."

"understand!"

A pack of dementors was wandering among the trees, and he felt their chill and wondered if he could get through safely.He no longer has the strength to summon the Patronus.He could no longer control his trembling body.It seems that death is not so easy.Every second of his breath, the smell of the grass, the feeling of the cool breeze on his cheeks, is so precious.Thinking that others still have many, many years to squander, so much time that it is almost impossible to pass, but for him, every second is so hard to let go.He thought he couldn't go any further, and at the same time knew he had to.The long game is over, the Snitch has been captured and it's time to get out of the air...

Snitch.His feeble fingers fumbled for a moment in the leather pouch hanging around his neck, and then he pulled it out.

I open at the end.

Harry stared down at the Snitch, breathing fast and heavily.Now he hoped that the time would pass as slowly as possible, but time seemed to speed up, and he seemed to suddenly see the light without thinking about it.This is the end.it's time.

He pressed the golden metal surface to his lips and whispered, "I'm going to die."

The metal casing cracked.Harry lowered his trembling hands,
Among the snitches split in two was the black stone with a jagged slit in the middle.The cracks in the Resurrection Stone run straight down the symbol representing the Elder Wand, while the triangles and circles representing the Invisibility Cloak and the stone are still legible.

Harry had another epiphany.It was no longer important to raise the dead, for he was about to be one of them.In fact, it was not he who was calling them, but they were calling him away.

He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hands.

He knew there was a result, because he heard a slight movement around him, like some weak bodies moving on the mud scattered by the branches outside the forest.He opened his eyes and looked around.He saw that they were neither ghosts nor flesh and blood.They were more like the Riddle who escaped from the diary long ago, like memories that almost became physical.They are not as real as the bodies of living people, but much more real than ghosts.They came towards him with such loving smiles on every face.

James was the same height as Harry, dressed in the clothes he had died in, with disheveled hair and glasses that were a little askew, like Mr Weasley.Lily was the one who laughed the most among them.She brushed her long hair back and walked closer to Harry, her same green eyes staring hungrily at Harry's face as if she could never get enough of them.

"You are so brave."

Harry was speechless.He looked at his mother to his heart's content, as if he was willing to stand here and look at her forever, and he felt that this was enough.

"You're close," James said, "very close. We're... so proud of you."

"Does it hurt? Die."

The childish question came out of his mouth, and it was too late for Harry to stop it.

"Die? It doesn't hurt at all," James said. "It's quicker and easier than going to sleep."

"He'll make it fast, he wants it over with," Lily said.

"I don't want you to die," said Harry, the words coming out involuntarily, "every one of you. I'm sorry - Mum, Professor Snape is dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that, he loves you and hates you, but he's been there to protect you."

A cold breeze seemed to be blowing from the middle of the forest, stirring the hair on Harry's forehead.He knows they won't call him forward and he has to make his own decisions.

"You will accompany me?"

"Until the end," James said.

"They can't see you?" Harry asked.

"We're a part of you," James said, "no one else can see it."

Harry looked at his mother.

"Stay with me," he said softly.

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In the center of the clearing was a bonfire, its flickering light illuminating a silent, alert crowd of Death Eaters.Some remained covered and hooded, while others showed their faces.Two giants sat on the periphery, casting huge shadows around them, their faces as cold and rough as carved in rock.

Yaxley looked down at his watch.

"It's about time. Potter's hour is up, and he won't be coming."

"He thought he was sure to come! He wouldn't be happy."

"Let's go back," said Yaxley, "and see what's planned." Dolohov and Yaxley walked among the group, and Voldemort looked up.

"There is no sign of him, master," said Dolokhov.

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, and his red eyes seemed to be burning in the firelight.He held the Elder Wand between his long fingers and twitched it slowly.

"Owner--"

It was Bellatrix who was speaking.She was sitting closest to Voldemort, with disheveled hair, a little blood on her face, and no injuries.

Voldemort held up a hand to silence her, and she fell silent, her eyes fixed on Voldemort with fanaticism and admiration.

Harry appeared in front of the Death Eaters in silence, and the Death Eaters all stood up, the giant roared, and there were shouts, surprised gasps, and even loud laughter.Voldemort froze there, but those red eyes caught sight of Harry, watching Harry approaching him, with nothing but the campfire between them.

Then a voice called out—

"Harry! No!"

Harry turned around and saw that Hagrid was tied to a nearby tree, struggling desperately, his huge body shaking so that the branches above his head kept swaying.

"What are you doing here!"

"Shut up!" shouted Roll, and with a wave of his wand, Hagrid fell silent.

Bellatrix had already jumped to her feet. She looked eagerly at Voldemort and then at Harry, her chest heaving violently.All that was moving were the flames and the snake, coiling and unwinding in the gleaming cage behind Voldemort's head.

"Harry Potter," he said, in a soft hiss like a burst of fire, "the Boy Who Lived. Come and die!"

Harry closed his eyes, and Voldemort slowly raised his wand, "Avada Kedavra!" With a flash of green light, everything disappeared.

Harry lay face down, listening to the silence.He is all alone.No one was looking at him.No one else was around.He wasn't quite sure he was here.

After a long time, perhaps no time at all, he realized that he must exist, must not be just a disembodied mind, because he lay, absolutely lay, and he stood up and looked around.Is he in a big room of Requirement?The more he looked, the more he found that there were many things to see.A huge dome of glass glistened in the sunlight high above his head.Maybe it's a palace.There was silence all around, only the weird crashing and whimpering sounds, coming from the nearby mist...

Harry turned slowly on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to appear in front of his eyes.A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, above which is the clear glass dome.The hall was empty except for him, except—

He flinched.He saw the thing that made the sound.The shape of that thing is a naked child, curled up on the ground, the red skin is very rough, it looks like a layer of skin has been peeled off, lying shivering under a seat, discarded, and stuffed indiscriminately There, struggling to breathe.

Harry was terrified.Although the thing was small, weak, and injured, he didn't want to go near it.However, he moved over little by little, ready to withdraw at any time.Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the guts to do so.He felt like a coward.He should have comforted it, but it repelled him.

"You can't help."

Harry turned sharply to find Severus Snape walking towards him, straight and brisk in his flowing dark robes.

"Harry." He opened his arms, both hands white and intact, "you wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let's go."

"Professor, have you washed your hair?" Harry said, looking at Snape's lily-smelling hair.

Suddenly, Harry felt a jolt.Harry looked at Snape with a feeling, and found that Snape was staring at him. Snape's face was as cold as liquid nitrogen, and Snape gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to see you!" Mom, you have to wash your hair!"

The two walked for a while, "But you're dead," said Harry.

"Yes." Snape said flatly. "So... I'm dead too?"

"Oh," the smile on Snape's face became more obvious, "that's a problem, isn't it? In general, my dear child, I don't think so." Harry looked at the man who looked uglier smiling than crying. Snape couldn't help retching.

Harry turned his head to look at the injured little life trembling under the chair over there.

"What's that, Professor?"

"It's something we can't do anything about," Snape said. "A part of Voldemort is here, waiting to die. It's been a long, painful process."

"Where are we now, Professor."

"Hey, I was going to ask you," said Snape, looking around. "Where do you think we are?"

"It looks," said Harry slowly, "like King's Cross, but it's much cleaner and empty, and I can't see the trains."

"King's Cross!" Snape laughed. "My God, really?"

"Professor, can you stop laughing? I can't take it."

Snape HP - 99999...999
The life behind them twitched and groaned, and Harry and Snape sat in silence for a long time, longer than the previous silences.Finally, like snowflakes falling gently, Harry slowly realized what was going to happen next.

"I have to go back, don't I?"

"It's up to you."

"I can choose?"

"Yes," Snape looked at him with a smile, "you said we were at King's Cross, didn't you? I suppose if you decided not to go back, you could... say... board a train."

"Where will it take me?"

"Forward. Snape," said simply.

Silence again.

"Voldemort got the Elder Wand."

"Yes. Voldemort holds the Elder Wand."

"But you want me to go back?"

"I suppose," said Snape, "that if you choose to go back, there's a chance that he's finished for good. I can't guarantee that. But I know, Harry, that you're less afraid of coming back here than he is."

Harry took another look at the trembling, sobbing red thing in the shadows under the far chair.

"Have no mercy on the dead, Harry. Have mercy on the living, and most of all, those who have lived without love. You will ensure that fewer souls are murdered and fewer families are torn apart. If you think this is a very A worthy goal, let's say goodbye for now."

"Professor, aren't you going back? Hilbert is very sad—he and his sister really hope that you will be resurrected."

"Perhaps, I might go back, but it will take a while."

Harry nodded, sighing.Leaving this place won't be as hard as stepping into the Forbidden Forest, but it's warm and quiet and bright, and he knows he's going back to face the pain, the fear of losing even more loved ones.He stood up, Snape stood up too, and they stared at each other for a long time. "Tell me one last thing," said Harry, "is this real? Or is it happening in my head?

Severus Snape looked at him with a slight smile. Although the bright mist descended again, blurring his figure, his voice reached Harry's ears so loudly and powerfully.

"Of course it's happening in your head, Harry, but why does that mean it's not real?
(End of this chapter)