The Mortal

The girl's letter (if it can be called a letter) obviously belongs to your ex-boyfriend, but it happened to be sent to you. I believe that no one can resist the desire to explore around the corner.

Ginny struggled to bite her lower lip, and finally opened the origami slowly after carefully looking around.

Be aware of your cohabitants.Danger.

The signature is a capital T.

TBC

*blacksheep: amemberofagroupthatstandsinconspicuousandunfavorablecontrasttotheothermembers. It can be simply understood as heterogeneous people who are not good people.There is a saying that it is directly translated as black sheep, but I think it is biased.Among the sheep, the black sheep are not as precious as the white sheep, and they are easy to scare the white sheep.Furthermore, black also has evil meanings.

*Jesus and the Lamb: In the Bible, Jesus represents the Lamb.The innocent Jesus was willing to be crucified on the cross in order to save the world from the punishment of sin (that is, death). Harry deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of ss and said that he was the baa of Jesus. ss sarcastically said that hp is the savior of Jesus, and then hp used this to allude to his current situation by climbing down from the cross.

【eleven】

This is not a question of trust or avoidance.If I have to say it, it is probably a comprehensive expression between being nosy and avoiding embarrassment - the former is out of concern about the situation in the magic world that friends need to face, and the latter is probably related to After the confession, I did not receive an exact immediate reply.

So this led to Harry walking down the corridors of the Ministry of Magic, and then bumped into the red-haired young man who was hurrying around the corner.

"Ron? Didn't you go with George to get the results of the remodeling application for the joke store?" Hermione, who was half a step behind, stepped forward and asked.

"Hey, Harry...ry." The surprise when he looked up to see his good brother immediately tangled up when he heard a female voice, which had successfully made the witch raise her eyebrows. "Yes, I mean, I'm going to-"

"Yourself?" she asked, crossing her arms. "By the way, the judiciary is not on this level."

Ron coughed twice, and then winked at his friend who was watching the show from a less hidden angle than he imagined, but it was clear that the savior was not yet capable enough to learn a new language out of thin air.

"That clerk with the shiny back of his head who looks like he hasn't spoken in half a century, George's going to take care of him." He tugged at his hair in frustration, a few syllables lingering in distress on his lips. "As for me... I have something to do."

"You have something to do." Hermione repeated, then turned to look at Harry. "Why does this give me the feeling you two have every time you break a school rule?"

Harry was amused to see that Ron's hair was almost stiff.

"Then you should get used to the fact that we always end up dragging you down," Harry replied to her. "Well, try your best, nothing can stop Gryffindor's stubbornness."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the ceiling when her boyfriend sneaked a thumbs up to the side - oh so they're on the same side again now? Harry just shrugged at her, and gave Ron a hurry-up look.

Then they heard someone shouting not far away.

"Mr. Potter!" The three of them looked at the young man trotting all the way at the same time, and saw him holding an envelope and a stack of documents in the other hand. "Uh..." The young man's voice immediately weakened when he got close, and the opposite was the rising color of his cheeks. "I'm new to the office, and I'm also responsible for distributing various, I mean-"

"You've come to deliver my letter, haven't you?" Harry answered understandingly.

"Yes, yes." The other party nodded gratefully. "I just got it from the mail room. These need to be sent to each... Anyway, please keep them."

The last vignette ends with the signature of the Savior, and the newcomer leaves with a thank you in high spirits. Under the teasing eyes of his friends, Harry looked down at the sender helplessly, while thinking about how long it would take before he could get rid of being treated like a mascot in the middle of a mall sale.

"It's Ginny." Harry said strangely. "How did she send it to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Maybe just to keep that from happening," Ron said casually.

Hermione and Harry looked at him together in confusion.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Ron wrinkled his nose, "You think, if you send a letter to your ex-boyfriend, the recipient is not at home, and then the ex-professors who live with you will see... Especially Snape, You understand." He shuddered unconsciously. "That would be terrible."

Harry couldn't help worrying irresponsibly for Ron's fragile heart, and if the day came when he needed to confess his relationship with Snape, maybe some medical preparations would be necessary in advance.

But there must be such a day, he thought hesitantly, it should be possible? Harry tried to recall the scene from about two short hours ago, when for the first time in his life he caught such an obvious and complicated expression of emotion on Snape's face - after a nearly blank moment, Harry could describe all the details at that time: Snape's The pupils dilated suddenly, and the bright light just after noon came from the side, which made his outline even deeper.His brows gathered a little, not too hard, probably meaning it didn't constitute too serious annoyance, Harry guessed, and waited quietly - he used all the senses in his body to wait.He heard the regular breathing of the man as they sat close together, their legs touching.He smelled very light mint, from Snape, and from himself, the result of their three-minute argument over the aisle of body wash, when Harry wanted the one smelling of coconut milk, and now he I think mint is also very good, it is good that they have a common taste.

Harry didn't really hope that anyone else would have watched him as closely as he had. The lines around Snape's eyes deepened when he was thinking seriously, his nose bridge was high, his lips were always lacking in color, and there was always a hint of irony that seemed to be resisting the world or human beings themselves.He's not young, he's not old, and Harry has no idea about that, he only has a lot of thoughts about Snape's slender body - apart from the sex part, he's also been trying to remedy what he's been in a hospital bed for too long as a result of. Harry even thanked him for his not-so-good-looking appearance, as well as his meanness and unapproachability, so that few people would know him better and wouldn't be attracted by his soul wrapped in a thick cocoon.

For a moment Harry felt ashamed of his dark thoughts.But he wanted to be the one closest to him, and was afraid that he had always been, and always would be, the furthest away from him; he wanted Snape to see him, and was afraid he would see someone else in it; he wanted Snape felt relief and joy, but was afraid that the relief and joy did not come from him.

"The way you choose," Snape said, a little slowly. "Legiliency... really makes it impossible for people to make a strong criticism of its authenticity." There was a sigh in his voice, and Harry noticed it, and his heart sank precariously. "But I still have to ask, Harry, have you really thought it through?"

You've been calling me by my name a lot lately. Harry thought wildly.

"I believe - I've considered many times all the questions you might have asked." He replied, "You've seen it all, Professor, and you know you've done an absolutely brilliant job. My soul is open to you, You know this very well, so what do you want me to think about?"

It was the most brilliant way he could think of. There was no way for Snape to deny him, unless he had to deny against his will his unrivaled powers - more mastery of psychic magic than the Dark Lord - and that would be very un-Snape, no man Harry knew would act cowardly, never would.

"I see." Snape whispered.Brief and calm.

But he just said I know, and then lost the text.

Harry opened the letter while being distracted, and Ron stayed there for the time being out of loyalty (rather out of curiosity), for which he also sacrificed the soft flesh around his waist - a woman's killer weapon can never avoid turning it 180 Degree this.

"She asked me to go to the Burrow, she just said that she had something to talk about." Harry said doubtfully. "No specific content. Has anything happened these days?"

"I don't think so," Ron said, rubbing his chin. "Or you talked to her about some unresolved matters when you were last here."

"No. We've communicated well, there's nothing outstanding." Harry folded the paper and put it away. "Ginny will always be my sister, and I'm more worried about whether she's in trouble. She likes to be straightforward, and it's not her style." He thought for a while, "I'm going to see Secretary Robards Long, then go to the Burrow. Together?"

"I..." Ron paused, then winked at him mysteriously. "Just go first. I'll go back when I'm done."

Harry looked at the back of his good brother who took the opportunity to slip away, and now he also felt that Hermione was