HP Winter Memories

If people can't look forward, they will fall into a situation they can't extricate themselves from, so instead of being cynical and ruining their own future, it is better to continue to live bravely.My story tells the world that sometimes death is also a kind of rebirth.Many people like to ask me to keep talking about how I walked to the Forbidden Forest alone on the last night.But people who listen to the story can never understand the complicated mood of the person in the story at that moment. At this time, I can only say: There are many people who use their deaths to encourage me.

—— "My Journey and Memoirs"

Liesel stood at the foot of the bed watching the man who had knocked on the door on a snowy winter night and was now resting on another cot in her bedroom.His father only took off the man's boots and stuffed him into the quilt. The man looked pale and weak, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights, and fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow past.

"Father, who is he?"

Liesel's father made a hissing gesture and led her down the stairs.

"Lissel, what I'm going to tell you is going to be very important. You have to listen carefully." He patted the sofa and sat next to Liesel by the fireplace, "That lute is not mine."

Liesel looked at the violin on the wall following her father's gaze. The violin had been hanging on the wall when she first moved here. She took it down curiously and fiddled with it for a while and begged her father to play it. He never knew that he My father had other artistic skills besides mixing paints and painting.

"That Qin belonged to this man's grandfather, but he didn't know that."

"He doesn't actually know you, does he? The question he came in and asked just now was also told to him?"

"Yes." His father nodded. "Perhaps it's time to tell you why we moved here."

It was many years ago when his father was a young apprentice, he went out to paint with his tutor.Among the many pure-blood families, the Prince family is the one that left the deepest impression on him, not only the potion masters from generations in their family, St. Mungo has their portraits on almost every floor, but also The manor is famous for growing potions.Every time Liesel's father was allowed to paint in the garden or the potion garden when he and his tutor came to paint the old master of the Prince's family.But it all started that day when he met a sad old woman with tears on her face deep in the garden.

"Ma'am, this is for you." The apprentice walked over and timidly handed him a bouquet of tulips that he had carefully drawn. The flowers on the paper bloomed slowly, as if he could smell the faint fragrance of the flowers.

The old woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief. Her expression was still serious and daunting, but after seeing the painting of the bouquet of magic flowers, it had softened. "Thank you, young man."

It turned out that she was the wife of Mr. Prince, the head of the family. She had a surly daughter who betrayed the family and eloped with Muggles.The idea of ​​pure blood caused Mr. Prince to sever the relationship with his daughter, and Mrs. Prince was not allowed to visit. For many years, she didn't know how her daughter was doing. Until her daughter died last month, she was young because of alcoholism. Muggle husband with domestic violence chose to give up his life.If she could, she really hoped that she could visit her quietly and help her, so as not to let her die so bleakly.And there was no one in this huge manor with whom she could tell.The apprentice promised to give the old lady a painting of flowers every day in the hope that she would be comforted.

After a while, the portrait of Patriarch Prince was finally coming to an end, but the Dark Lord's blood purge had just begun.Liesel's father clearly remembered the last and most critical step in their portrait that day, which was the last lesson his father was learning: injecting the memory and consciousness of the owner of the painting.At this moment, the Death Eaters of the Dark Lord broke in straight in. The magic power of the old Patriarch Prince obviously couldn't resist the spells of so many lunatics, wearing a mask and wearing a black robe from the blackness in all directions.Shuttle between the spells of various colors, Liesel's father followed the old lady to the portrait chamber with his mentor's portrait in his arms.

"Don't worry, it's safe inside, stay inside, and don't come out no matter what happens!" The old lady pushed the little apprentice in, but she drew out her wand. Even though her hands were trembling, her expression was still firm. She wanted to be with her husband. Standing side by side, only death can separate them. This is the love that the women of the Prince family firmly believe in, and it is also the alternative romance in the bones of everyone in the Prince family.

The little apprentice hugged the portrait and huddled by the door. His mentor was an old friend of Mr. Prince, so naturally he would not let it go and fought bravely.Unable to tell who was screaming, he raised his hands to cover his ears, but he couldn't stop the sound of exploding spells and the sound of houses collapsing in his ears.It seemed like a century had passed, the little apprentice stuck to the door, and there was silence outside, only he could hear his heart beating crazily, maybe he was the only one left alive.

Then the door was opened from the outside, and an old wizard in a purple moon robe walked in.He saw that more than half of the Prince Manor outside the door had been turned into ruins. The wizard named Dumbledore told him that when he came, his wife only came to tell him the location of this one survivor.The Prince family has always been reluctant to join the Dark Lord. Now that the Death Eaters have achieved their goal of getting rid of them, they left one after another when they saw Dumbledore.

The little apprentice was full of tears, watching the head of the family and his wife fell into the gravel with a peaceful expression, and his mentor was not breathing not far away.He walked over to pick up the only intact lute. In order to thank him for bringing Mrs. Prince a good mood, the old Mr. Prince specially played a piece for him. He performed a funny dance, and it turns out that serious-looking people also have such a funny side.If it wasn't for the old lady, I'm afraid he would be a cold corpse now. He hugged the zither and followed the old wizard to close the manor.

"So, I promise that as long as I meet the Prince family, I will help them no matter what, and do my best." Liesel's father said solemnly and seriously.

Liesel looked up in the direction of the bedroom, then turned to his father and asked, "Then, he is a descendant of the Prince family? But you said he didn't know? What does that mean? Who is he?"

"Yes, he is the son of Mrs. Prince's daughter. Dumbledore didn't tell him about us, but just gave him the address here. He was in danger because of some things and we need to hide him." Liesel's father explained.

"Lissel," said her father again solemnly and seriously, before Lissel could speak, "I want you to promise me, I want you to promise me that you will not tell anyone about this man, anyone, a No words, understand?"

Liesel stared at her father and nodded.

"A man must take responsibility for what he says, and keep the promises he makes. Will you promise me?"

"Yes, father, I promise." Liesel said under the deep and stern eyes of his father.There must be a story about this man as big as his father, and she has to figure it out on her own.

Lying on his own bed, Liesel looked at the mysterious stranger not far away lying on another small bed that was not long enough for him. He couldn't drink the soup he just made, and only swallowed some. hot water.My father said that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he had apparated at least three times in a row in the bad snow, and he had no strength and was terribly cold.

Finally, Liesel couldn't help but jumped out of bed, and stood there observing him by the light of a ray of the moon. His long black hair was scattered on the pillow, his face was as pale as a dead body, and there was that special tall Tall and big nose.Liesel slowly stretched out his hand to check if he was still breathing, but just as he was about to touch him, the man twitched, frightened Liesel quickly retreated back to his bed.She turned her face to look over, but if this person is a dark wizard, the newspaper said that the mysterious person disappeared, then there is no danger to hide, unless he is not a good person.But since she made a promise to her father, she will definitely keep it. She is not a 12-year-old child anymore. The wizard's promise is magical.But her address was given by that Dumbledore, who sounded like a perfectly decent wizard in his father's stories.Drowsiness came slowly, and Liesel was finally overwhelmed in a daze and fell asleep.

"The next day when I got up to pack my tools and went to class, he was still asleep. This time I stood there and saw his entire appearance, and his face was finally not as pale as it was yesterday, but he The way he sleeps with his left arm in his arms is disturbing. I guess maybe there are some painful wounds there, my father checked him yesterday and said he drank the healing potion, but some of the wounds are frostbitten and slightly infected. He should be very alert He opened his eyes when I got up and was about to leave. Although I was full of defensive vigilance, I was immediately fixed by the black eyes with black swirls in them. Good morning, I heard that I still remember greet."

Snape opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to pull out his wand, but then he relaxed after looking at his surroundings, remembering that he had traveled a long way last night and finally arrived at the hiding place that Dumbledore gave him the address, after which he was too tired to die. I lost my strength.Then he saw a girl in what was clearly a school uniform standing at the foot of his bed, her long curly hair tied neatly behind her head, and he didn't remember to say "good morning" until he woke up and stared at her. .She had obviously been staring at him sleeping for a while, and he nodded uncomfortably, trying to raise his arms to sit up, and he felt that the trauma on his body had also been healed.

"You'd better lie down and rest more." Liesel's father came in from downstairs, "You are safe, no one knows you are here except the person who gave you the address, and you are careful not to be around Leave footprints or something. I'm Hans, I think you've seen it, and this is Liesel."

The girl smiled slightly at Snape.

"Severus Snape," said Snape.

Liesel's father nodded, "Don't worry, it's only the two of us here, and she won't say anything." Then, under Snape's gaze, he drove Liesel to class.

The dazzling sunlight shone into the window of Harry's room. Harry closed his book, and it was already past noon and it was almost time for afternoon tea. He put on his jacket and prepared to go out to find something to eat, and then he had a good digest What you've seen so far.It turned out that not long after he was born, after his parents died, his fate was already doomed.Everyone is a puppet led by fate, including Snape, and he himself is the biggest example.

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