The Last Goodbye

"Why hide it?"

"Mr. Flamel wants to send it to Hogwarts." Galatea explained, "We can't guarantee that there will be no Grindelwald's eyeliner in the school, so we use Eris as a security measure for it."

So it was because of him? Harry couldn't help smiling.It seems that the Dark Lords of all ages have similar tastes.

"There should be more defenses," Galatea said thoughtfully. Slughorn also agreed, "It's always better to be cautious. It's better for each of us to set up a trap and not disclose it to each other." The witch nodded, "Four traps should be enough."

"Five ways." A voice sounded. Galatea turned her head and saw Aberforth Dumbledore.He looked very different from what he had been before.At this moment, he looked so much like his brother.The sky blue eyes are peaceful and calm, sparkling with sparks of wisdom.

"Count me in," Aberforth said curtly. Galatea looked at him in surprise for a moment, then smiled softly.

BLINDEDBYLOVE, PARTII

1938

At the beginning of the semester, the library was very quiet at night. Riddle sat alone in the corner.The books around are stacked higher than others.The trembling one on the top suddenly fell down.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The fallen book obediently hung above the boy's head. Riddle put down his wand, his eyes still glued to the book in his hand, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.He was reading to a critical point.

[…The Potter family originated from Linfred of Stinchcombe, a potions master in the twelfth century.Helpful by nature, he often aids his Muggle neighbors with potions he concocts.They were ignorant of his magic powers and affectionately called him the nagging Potterer.Over time, the name was also accepted by his wizarding friends.This is the beginning of the Potter family...]

This text is followed by a complex family tree. Riddle read every name carefully, but there was no Harry Potter among them.He flipped back again, and the next few pages were full of portraits of various members of the family.The first few pictures were abstract and rigid, but the later ones became clearer and clearer.In the recent photos, all the men and women in the portraits had unruly black hair without exception, and there was a man named Fleamont Potter who looked exactly like Harry when he smiled.

The boy closed the book and rubbed his temples wearily.He had searched through all the information he could find, even including the roster of students admitted since the establishment of Hogwarts, but he couldn't find Harry Potter at all.Did he pop out of a rock?he thought helplessly.After all, why do I care so much about him?Even if I find out who he is and turn everything about him upside down, so what...

But there is always an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart.just like……

As if I was afraid he would run away.

The boy laughed at himself, "What are you doing, do I really..."

like him?

Do not make jokes.He immediately downvoted the answer.At most I think... kissing him is less annoying.As soon as he slipped away, the book floating above his head fell with a thud, causing Riddle to hiss in pain.

"Are you okay?" a thin voice asked.The boy turned his head and saw a thin girl appearing beside him.Her small face was as white as wax, half covered by a curtain of black hair.

"...Prince?"

The girl nodded, and bent down to pick up the book that the other party had dropped.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome..." She looked a little nervous, "Actually, I want...I want to ask you...um..."

"Just ask."

"...Are you and Alphard Black good friends?"

"Ah."

"Then...then..." She looked more nervous, twisting her hands tightly, "...do you know what he likes?"

"you like him?"

"Huh? I, I, I..."

"He seems to like Quidditch."

"...Really?...Thank you." Prince's eyes quickly glanced at the other's left hand, "That...the wound on your hand...I will make potions, if you want to get rid of them..."

"No need." Riddle tugged his sleeve down.

"Oh, then..." Prince tried hard to find something else to talk about, but failed, "Then... I won't bother you anymore?" She was about to leave, but Riddle stopped her, "You will mix the potion ?” Prince nodded hastily. "Then I really need you to do me a favor." The black-haired boy smiled slyly.Whether I like him or not - Riddle thought silently - he will be mine.

It was midnight when Harry returned to Hogwarts again.This time Fawkes sent several people directly to the vice principal's office.It was a large, beautiful circular room, filled with all sorts of funny little sounds.The slender-legged table was stuffed with more outlandish silverware than Harry remembered.

After a few people settled the vice principal, they took advantage of the cover of night to deal with the magic mirror.When everything was arranged properly and he could finally take a breath, Professor Potter realized that he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights.Fortunately, today is the weekend, the young man thought wearily, and walked back to his office top-heavy in the bluish-white morning light.A small package was attached to the brass doorknob. Harry tore it apart, revealing a delicate crystal bottle.The bottle contained a violet liquid, and there was a card attached to the bottle—the simple and beautiful Italian italics he was all too familiar with.

[I hope you didn't just see it in the morning.You really need to get a good night's sleep.I asked my friend to adjust the tranquilizer for you.Have a good dream.Mystery man】

"Mysterious man?" The young man couldn't help laughing.He pocketed the note and the potion, and turned to look at the rising sun through the arched window.The bluish-white east is gradually brightening.The young man squinted his eyes, watching the mountains in the distance slowly turn red, orange, and then dazzling gold.Brilliant spots of light flowed down the castle's spire and landed on Harry's skin.The sunlight is so bright and light, just like the youthful black eyes, like his cold and soft voice, like the faint kiss he landed on his face.

"You are the only connection between me and this world." The young man standing in the light said in a young voice, "You are my mission. My goal. My meaning." He reminded like every morning when he wakes up in this world To myself, "You are...the proof that I existed in this world."

The sun brings the unique coolness of autumn.

Just like every inch, he spent his last days in this world.

Harry smiled softly.

why? Dumbledore's words rang in his ears.

I know why.He answered inwardly.

Because we want to forgive, we want to give each other another chance.

Because we want to believe.Because we want proof.

Because I, like you, are blinded by it.

But I am willing.

I am willing to be blinded by it.

I would like to believe in its power and significance.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

mind reader

THE READER, PARTI

1938

Someone has been here.

Harry looked around, then went straight to the bookshelf and pulled out the copy of "Slytherin and His Descendants".

Someone read this.

The green eyes sank slightly.The young man snapped his fingers.Those books were instantly reduced to ashes.

Flight lessons start in the second week of October.Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff on Friday morning, Gryffindor and Slytherin on Friday afternoon.At lunch, Tom Riddle didn't see his two friends, but he didn't care at all.The adventurous Master Black probably took Master Malfoy to explore around the castle again.After lunch, Riddle chatted with several senior students, and greeted Professor Slughorn who favored him for a while, and then came to the venue of the flying class alone.Outside the castle, the autumn air is crisp and the breeze is gentle.The boy sat on the lawn like a soft mat, planning to read a book for a while.A shadow blocks the light. Riddle looked up and saw a pair of familiar green eyes against the light.

He smiled slightly, "Good afternoon, Professor Potter." Harry sat down beside him. Riddle turned his gaze back to the book.The autumn sunlight lingered in the corners of his eyes and hair, softening his pale face.

"What's wrong?" Riddle turned a page.

"How did you do that?" Harry stared at him gravely.

The little devil turned his head suspiciously, and the moment his four eyes met, he felt something cold slip into his head, "—