Forget

Everything is so weird.

If anything, Harry didn't like the Shrieking Shack.He didn't recall all his memories related to this place so seriously. To be honest, it was not very pleasant.

Fortunately, he still remembered the way to enter this place.The invisibility cloak can only hide the body, and there is nothing to do with other parts. Harry walked up the dusty and cobweb-covered stairs, leaving a trail of footprints.

There is really no way.

Harry just glanced back at the footprints behind him, and suddenly there was a loud muffled sound from the room behind him, as if something had hit the wall, the whole house trembled, more dust and cobwebs It rustled down from the roof and walls, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Harry stopped in his tracks.The windows in the wall were as dilapidated as the whole house, and Harry could see through the openings without much effort.He saw Snape lying on the other side of the window, seemingly wounded, blood streaming from his body and pooling on the floor beside him.Opposite Snape was Voldemort with his wand.

Harry held his breath.He wasn't quite sure what happened.It seemed that Voldemort had done something to Snape, but why?

He couldn't think of it, any more than he could think of what Voldemort wanted him to see.So he continued to wait.

Then he saw Voldemort fall backwards and heard the sound of the Horcrux shattering, and he guessed that Hermione and Ron had succeeded. Harry wondered if this was a good opportunity to rush in and finish off Voldemort, after all, Voldemort's state of being just destroyed with a Horcrux is not something that happens every day, and then he saw Draco.

Harry could hardly believe his eyes.He saw Draco walking towards Voldemort, very close, exposing the pale skin of his neck to the air as if sacrificed.

In an instant, all the reports read from the Daily Prophet rushed out of the carefully dust-sealed memory like a flood that opened the gate, and slowly merged with the scene in front of him, almost merging into one.

He couldn't see Draco's expression, but he could hear Draco's voice.He heard the voice that he hadn't heard for a long time that could only appear in his memory and said calmly at this moment: "...Harry Potter will probably find this place. You are too dangerous now, we have to leave, master."

The cloak fell off. Harry felt that he couldn't hold his breath anymore, and it didn't seem necessary to hold his breath now.His brain roared, and he could really feel that his reason seemed to be leaving little by little.He could easily lose his mind when excited, Hermione had warned him. Of course Harry knew that this was not the time to get emotional, he just couldn't help it, and he was about to break the broken window and rush in almost immediately.

When his mind regained his clarity, Harry realized that he had indeed entered the room.But they weren't here anymore, neither Draco nor Voldemort.

"Apparition. Voldemort is not unable to use a curse of this level." Snape's voice came over. "Mr. Potter, you are finally here."

"You knew I'd be here?" Harry paused. "You called him... Voldemort?"

Snape was silent for a while: "It's come to such a time, what's the name? Since you have worked so hard to find this place, why don't you finish what you have to do quickly? Kill Me, hurry up."

Harry couldn't believe it.But he soon saw the wounds on Snape's body.He walked over, knelt down, took out his wand from his pocket, and swung it towards Snape...

"I said, kill me." Snape took his wrist and gasped. "Or is it that you still can't tell the difference between the various spells? Professor Flitwick has put something into your stupid head?"

"You're bleeding," Harry said. "I've learned a few spells to stop the bleeding."

"I didn't wait until now for you to save me!" Snape closed his eyes.Damn it, he doesn't have the energy to play with his mind, the more he talks, the more flaws he will get. "Mr. Potter, you should hate me. Don't you always want to avenge Dumbledore? Now the opportunity is here, you don't want to miss it?"

"I really want to. But Hermione told me not to do things impulsively." Harry looked into Snape's eyes. "I can't figure it out anymore, why did you do something to Professor Dumbledore? Why did Voldemort do something to you? What are you hiding from me, Professor?"

Snape sighed.His vision has begun to blur, and his consciousness is also showing signs of blurring.He should have died on the battlefield, by Harry's hands, so Harry wouldn't have so much time to question him about what happened.However, Voldemort finally discovered the secret one step earlier, making his plan go awry at the last step.It's a pity that the plan that should have been perfect finally turned out to be flawed.

What's more, he had to gain Harry's trust, which was something that didn't exist in the plan.

Snape took out a small bottle from his pocket and stuffed it into Harry's hand: "Catch them..."

Harry saw wisps of light blue from Snape's temples, all the way into the bottle. Harry didn't know what kind of memories these would be, he just instinctively felt that the things in this bottle might bring him some shocks in the future, some shocks he might not have imagined.

"I don't have much time. I've given you what you want, now, look into my eyes and listen to me." Snape closed his eyes, then opened them again.His panting became more intense, and he was fighting for time with the god of death. "I cannot die at the hands of Voldemort."

**

The Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts was also not an unfamiliar place to Harry.Or rather he was simply too familiar.He knew how to get in, how to lock the door, how to keep other people from coming in.So he can sit alone next to the shelf with the Pensieve without worrying about being disturbed by others.He needed a moment to digest what he had seen from Snape's memories.

Dumbledore made a big game.From his death.Or earlier.Who knows?This bureau is so grand and incredible, he even found Professor Snape, who is so meticulous and ruthless, as the executor.

Harry couldn't play chess.Ron had tried to teach him, but no matter how hard Ron tried, he was a mess in the end.Facing such a majestic interlocking situation all of a sudden, Harry suddenly felt a little afraid.

Voldemort was a formidable foe.Dumbledore worked hard to defeat him in such a huge game.In this game, everyone is a chess piece. These kept in the dark may have their own small game. If any chess piece goes the wrong way, it may bring fatal results.

Harry suddenly remembered the award that Ron received as a brave Gryffindor in his first year.At that time, he also thought that Ron was really amazing, but Harry felt a little disappointed when he saw another person who was doing his own thing in a bigger and more complicated situation today.

This was someone he had misunderstood for seven full years, and if Voldemort hadn't been caught off guard, this misunderstanding might have continued.Even as the plan originally designed, on the battlefield, he could kill Snape with hatred, and then unknowingly but logically became the master of the Elder Wand.

At least, Harry thought.At least he listened to Professor Snape's last words.He couldn't imagine the dire consequences that would have occurred if he had insisted on refusing to do so and let the Elder Wand truly belong to Voldemort.

Harry stood up, he had an invitation from Voldemort's Forbidden Forest.And he finally made up his mind to finally solve all this.

Voldemort still doesn't know about the last Horcrux, which is really a good thing.

Even if it is true that they all die together, what is there to be afraid of?

Gryffindor's courage cannot be lost behind Slytherin.