HP Winter Memories

There is one thing more important than death in war, and that is to live.

—— "My Journey and Memoirs"

The weekend was the rest day in the town, and Mrs. Charles had been recuperating in her bedroom for several days. Such a person would feel bored when she was free, so Mr. Charles accepted Harry's good suggestion of going out for a picnic.The enthusiastic Mr. Charles blinked his cheerful blue eyes and joked that Harry was quite romantic and flirtatious, and encouraged Harry to go out and grab a few girls, which made Harry embarrassed for a while.Of course, Mrs. Charles also accepted the proposal and was overjoyed, but she was dissatisfied with Mr. Charles' bad "instigation".She glared at Mr. Charles and said, "Our Harry is enthusiastic and hard-working. What a good boy, only a good enough girl can be worthy of him." It made Harry blush even more than before.Of course, they also invited Harry to a picnic. Such an enthusiastic and joking offensive was worth two Jasmine Weasleys, and the thought of giving Harry a good girl made him blush too much, so he refused the Charles couple to go out. An invitation to a picnic, intending to comfortably nest in the hotel to satisfy his curiosity about the diary as much as possible.

After restoring the notebook with the Shrinking Charm, Harry felt like he was holding Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary in second grade, and a nervous and excited sense of exploration filled his whole body.But this wasn't the blank book that absorbed ink from the outside world, it was just a very ordinary Muggle notebook that wasn't even made of parchment, but the contents inside were like a whirlpool that attracted Harry to pry into it.Getting himself some sandwiches and a cup of hot cocoa Harry opened the black leather book full of mystery.

"When I wrote these words, I just wanted to record that period of time and the person who made me unforgettable. I know that I am not a person who is good at controlling words, and I have never had the habit of writing a diary. After all, my canvas is the best place for me to write. Because I know that I may never see him again in the future. Many people will appear and disappear in a person's life, but I simply want to remember this , remember the night he broke in."

Different from Snape's slender and compact handwriting, Liesel's delicate and slender letters are as beautiful as her whole temperament, but every turning and ending is clean and neat, gentle yet powerful.

"If possible, let him be a secret in my life that I don't talk about. It all started with a train, my father and I arrived in a small town that was new to me. The snow season had just started, and the train Outside the window, there are snowflakes, I thought this was just the beginning of my advanced magic painting course, but something happened like this."

The winter of 1980 was a warmer winter for the magic world, and people were silent in the joy of the disappearance of the person whose name could not be spoken.But for some, the victory is a defeat for those in the opposite camp. The Mysterious Man’s henchmen face the end of being exposed and liquidated and thrown into Azkaban. Those followers, whether voluntary or forced to accept During the trial, tall files filled the hall of the Ministry of Magic Judgment Committee, and speculators obtained a reduced sentence to protect themselves with valuable testimony or tribute to others.Although the Aurors will not be as cruel as the Death Eaters rounding up, any action involving the arrest will be accompanied by the cruelty of curse injuries, especially the "criminals" are eaters who never think that the Unforgivable Curse has been included in the forbidden curse. Dead Apostles.

When Dumbledore found Snape at Hogsmeade's secret contact point, he was somewhat wounded, disheveled, and had been hiding here with hunger for at least two days.Snape crouched in a dark corner with blank eyes, he didn't care that Dumbledore said that he would testify for him and protect him from being thrown into Azkaban in the name of a spy.He only remembered walking down the half-destroyed staircase into a room full of broken glass and furniture, and lying on the floor was the cold corpse of the person he least wanted to see.

"You promised me to keep her safe!" His voice was on the verge of collapse, and he was in pain.

"Lily and James, they trusted the wrong man, Severus. Just like you," Dumbledore replied.

He had never imagined how Lily would be killed by the Death Curse, but the moment he saw the realistic scene, his whole body was cold, and he could only fall down along the wall next to the door at a loss.In his memory, the always dazzling red hair was scattered among the wreckage of the furniture destroyed by the spell, and the warm and warm appearance in the past was only pale and cold, which seemed to have taken away all the vitality in Snape's heart.Trembling, he crawled over to hold her in his arms, crying silently.But no matter how high his temperature is, he still can't warm up the coldness under the death spell.

"But her son is still alive." Dumbledore's tone never fluctuated too much under any circumstances.He didn't know why Dumbledore always seemed to see through the world and control everything.

"He doesn't need protection, the Dark Lord is gone! Gone!" Go see the crazy celebrations in the street, all in exchange for Lily's death.Snape screamed.All the disasters brought about by the prophecy he overheard, all the deaths he caused alone.He was troubled, since the Dark Lord had been wiped out, why did Dumbledore let him hide in this secret contact point, he hated it heartbreakingly, under the scene of Lily's death, he no longer had any bad things to live on frivolous thoughts.

"The Dark Lord will return." Dumbledore said firmly, his forceful tone stopped Snape's confused words and thoughts, "When he returns, the child will face even more terrible things than now Danger."

Snape lowered his head, his curtain-like black hair was scattered on both sides of his cheeks, but he couldn't hide his painful expression.He felt that he didn't want to care about whether the Dark Lord would come back. His heart and beliefs had completely died with the death of the person he wanted to protect.

"That child, that boy, he has eyes like hers."

Dumbledore's words pulled him out of his death-hungry thoughts again, and he looked up.

"If you really love her..." Dumbledore said the last straw that broke the camel's back. Those green eyes were a secret he kept in his heart.

"I promised you, yes, anything..."

"Then, Severus, live and wait." Dumbledore took out a bottle of dark potion and a small piece of parchment that seemed to be scorched all around from his pocket, "drink this, and take this A piece of paper. I have written the testimony for you, you don’t need to attend the trial, but I need you to find this and hide it, the current situation will be very detrimental to your safety, and I will tell you when to return when it stabilizes.”

Snape didn't speak, he knew he could only obey the old wizard, he was just a pawn, since the game was not over, he still had to hold on.Stretching out his skinny fingers, he raised his head and drank the healing potion, put away the address, and disappeared into the black cloud of apparition, leaving Dumbledore to continue thinking in the dark.

"This winter is going to be tougher for you, Severus wishes you luck, though you never need that."

"The snow has been drifting for three days and there is still no sign of stopping. I have already begun to learn about the material selection and production courses of advanced paints. Compared with the basic sketching spells, this course is more interesting. It made an explosion. According to the front desk, a senior burned his entire canvas last year and the color of the flame was very strange. I don’t know why my father insisted on going back to this town to live. The old house has a quite large basement but the light Super poor can't make me a studio at all, and there's no guarantee that I'll throw up and paint on canvas one day with a portkey to go to class."

Boom, boom, boom boom...

"I seem to hear someone knocking on the door. This is the first time I have a visitor here so late, but it sounds like he knocked on the door with his whole body, which really aroused my curiosity even more. "

Liesel dropped her pen and ran down the stairs from her small room on the second floor, watching the visitor her father was about to enter when he opened the door.

"Are you Hans Hubermann? Do you still play the lute?"

The man's voice was low, and Liesel couldn't see his appearance from the angle.After listening to his question, his father immediately pulled him into the room without saying anything, closed the door fiercely, and drew the curtains.And the man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and fell straight on the floor after saying this, with snowflakes spreading all over his long black robe and black hair.Liesel looked at the lute hanging on the living room wall, and then looked at the strange man in front of him with great curiosity.

"Father, who is he?"

"Lissel, go get some hot water and hot soup." His father didn't explain directly, but immediately picked up the man who fell on the ground and walked to the room on the second floor.

The author has something to say: I started to come back and slowly code words. I wrote a 3-word paper before~~ so I stopped