The Last Goodbye

Putting his right hand on his left chest dramatically, "Then I also swear on the honor of the Black family, if I don't treat Salazar as a friend, I will let the girl I like be snatched away by his guardian."

Abraxas chuckled, "That's probably going to happen anyway..."

"Don't tell me if you see through." Alphard glared at him.

Then they both fell silent and looked at the protagonist sitting opposite in unison.The fire burned silently, and a layer of warm golden orange light shrouded the three of them. Tom Riddle stared at his two friends.

"Thank you."

he said softly.that's enough.

"But what about this?" Alphard tapped the blank paper.

"I can go to Professor Slughorn and ask for a library card for District X," Riddle suggested. Abraxas shook his head, "Dark magic cannot be learned overnight." He thought for a while, and then said slowly, "How about we find a dark wizard to help us see?" The other two were immediately hooked interest. Abraxas lowered his voice, "My father happened to be in Germany recently to meet an old friend of his. Would he mind showing us?"

"Your father's friend is...?" Riddle looked at him curiously.

"It's a friend he met in America, but I don't know his name."

The little devil thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head, "I'll think of other ways, after all, we don't know what's on the paper."

"Or..." Alphard stopped talking, looking up behind Riddle.The other two boys followed his gaze and saw a small white thing fluttering towards them—it was a thousand paper cranes.The paper crane circled over the heads of the three of them, and landed lightly on the coffee table. Alphard reached out his hand to touch it, but suddenly a ball of emerald green flames shot up from the paper crane—"Oops!" Riddle grabbed the white paper that was pressed by the fire bird, but was pecked fiercely by it went back.The paper crane and white paper instantly turned to ashes.It all happened so quickly that the three of them didn't even have a chance to draw their wands. Alphard stood up hurriedly to look for the perpetrators, but the lounge was empty except for them.

"There's no need to look for it, it must be Harry." Riddle sucked on his burned finger.His voice sounded rather cheerful. "The one just made by Professor Potter?" Abraxas frowned.He looked more shocked than the other two. "What?" Riddle looked at him sharply.The platinum boy stared at the pile of ashes on the table, as if trying to find some clues, but in the end Abraxas just shook his head giving up.

Thousands of miles away.

Standing in front of the bedroom door on the second floor, Harry took a deep breath and closed his mind.It probably won't do much, the Savior thought to himself, mockingly.Of all the people he'd ever known who had ridden Occlumency, he was the worst, even Draco was better than him.And now he is about to face the most powerful Legilimens of his time.The old headmaster's familiar voice came from inside, and Harry pushed the door open and entered.

The bedroom is not big, but it is comfortably and warmly furnished.On the wooden table are a few branches of hibernate, dotted with small red fruits.Their minty scent fills the room.

Dumbledore sat back on the four-poster bed, beckoning him over with a smile.He looked in good spirits, with gentle sky-blue eyes shining behind half-moon lenses.He doesn't seem to show his frustration or weakness in front of others - which is very similar to some people. Harry smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Professor Potter, do you? You don't mind if I call you Harry?"

"Of course not, Professor."

"Just call me Albus." The vice-principal's tone was very relaxed, although Harry knew that in the current state of the other party, it might be difficult for him to even stand up. "Horace told me about you. Thank you, Harry. Without you, I'd be in big trouble right now."

"This is what I should do."

Dumbledore stared at the young man in front of him, and suddenly asked slowly, "Have we met before, Harry?"

"We met, just last night."

"Before that? Haven't we met?" The crystal-like blue eyes looked at each other gently.The young man sitting by the bed thought for a while, and then said softly, "Yes, Albus, we have met." Hearing this answer, Dumbledore smiled sheepishly, "Forgive me, Harry, people always I'm a bit confused...can you remind me?"

"We first met in 1981, when I was one year old."

The blue eyes dilated slightly.

"I wasn't originally from this era."

Dumbledore digested the message quietly, then asked slowly, "Why did you come here?"

"To prevent the rise of the Dark Lord."

This time the young man did not hesitate.

"Who is the Dark Lord?"

Harry looked straight into those piercing blue eyes - he knew the moment had finally come.He had been waiting for this moment of the day.He came to this world for this purpose.Now this opportunity is in front of him.The answer was between his lips.The young man opened his mouth, and then heard his own voice in surprise.

"I can't tell you."

The tone is like mountain spring water broken on stones, firm and crisp.

etc. Harry frowned suspiciously.What did I just say?

"Why?" Dumbledore looked at him puzzled, but Harry shook his head subconsciously - why?he asked himself.Why do I have to shut down my brain?Why didn't I tell him that answer?I have absolutely nothing to hide.I shouldn't have kept anything from him.Tell him quickly.He pushed himself, but his body refused to obey his will.

The sky blue eyes stared deeply into the emerald green ones.

Harry was sure that if the other party took Legilimency at this time, he had no chance of winning.Some part of him even wanted Dumbledore to do that.The young man waited with bated breath.However, those blue eyes just looked at him quietly, without using the slightest magic power from beginning to end.

"I think you must have your reasons." Dumbledore smiled at him. "I trust you, Harry."

The Savior breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..." the vice principal changed the subject, "Is this related to that child? Horace said...his name is Salazar? He should be from this era."

Harry's heart that had been let go lifted again.Dumbledore, however, just looked at him benignly.

"Related." He had to admit.There was no point in lying to the Vice-Headmaster - not even Tom Riddle could fool him.The opposite blue eyes gave him an encouraging look.

Harry could only continue, "Salazar is the one who can stop the rise of the Dark Lord, that's why I adopted him." Dumbledore nodded. "So..." he continued, his voice softer than before, "do you need my help, Harry?"

The vice-principal's gaze was calm and gentle.

His words are persuasive.

Harry understood the meaning of the other party in an instant, and subconsciously shifted his eyes, "...you know?"

"Why are you doing this, child?" Dumbledore looked at him sadly. Harry bowed his head guiltily.

"I can help you."

"...you can't help me."

"The soul can be repaired."

"I know. Confession mends the soul."

The young man took a breath, and seemed to have to use a lot of effort to say the next sentence.

"But I have to give it up."

He could feel the other party holding his hand getting cold. Harry worked up the courage to look up.They looked at each other.Sky blue eyes like a sea of ​​sorrow.There was an unparalleled apology in the emerald green eyes.

"I'm sorry, Albus. I have to do this..." Harry said softly, "This is the price I paid for being here." The ripples of breaking the curse swayed in the air, and the young man's eyes were stained with blood color. Dumbledore looked at the man in front of him sadly.He didn't let go of the hand that was holding each other.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of the young man's mouth.

I know I've let you down.I may disappoint you more than Tom Riddle.

I sold the most important thing a man can have.I'm not even a person anymore.

I will not live.There is no way to return to the dead world.When I leave here, my existence will simply disappear completely.

All this is for my own selfishness.

Because I'm so selfish, Albus.I'm not as good as you think.

But even then I think... I hope...

"I hope you will forgive me."

Harry's voice choked.

The youth's red eyes seemed to be able to shed a drop of blood, but a string of tears flowed from those eyes.