The Last Goodbye

Getting a little closer, Harry lowered his head, and Allen suddenly raised his hand to hook his neck, and was about to kiss him when he raised his head——Harry dodged reflexively.Allen stopped where he was in embarrassment.He looked at the other person a little hurt, and then slowly took his hand back.

"you do not like me."

"What nonsense. How could I not like you?"

"Don't lie, Harry. You don't look me in the eye every time you say you like me."

The green-eyed youth was slightly taken aback.Allen sighed in frustration, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed, but Harry pushed him back.Allen stared at him blankly. "Do you want me to prove it?" Harry squeezed the other's slender wrist, and pressed it directly on the bed, his green almond eyes raised provocatively, and Alan blushed immediately. "...do you really like me?" He asked a little timidly. Harry didn't say anything more, just leaned over and answered with his actions.He kissed each other deeply.The dexterous tongue flicked in Allen's mouth, and then bit the tip of the other's tongue provocatively.

"How could I not like you, my little genius..."

I do not like you.

Harry finished the kiss and licked his moist lips slowly.The person under him was obviously seduced and lost his soul. The moment he left, he chased after him, broke free from the restrained hands, put his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him fiercely.The green-eyed young man responded tenderly, reaching out to wrap his arms around the other's waist.

I do not like you.

I don't feel anything for you.

Allen turned over suddenly, and the positions of the two reversed instantly.

Those bright black eyes looked down at Harry, smiling mischievously at him. "If you like me, let me in." Allen said softly.The person pressed by him on the bed looked at him dotingly, and nodded obediently.The other person looked extremely happy, and immediately leaned over to continue the unfinished kiss. He reached out and unbuttoned the other party's pajamas.The young man with green eyes catered to him and raised his fair neck.Allen turned his head away and instigated rose flowers one after another on the other's neck.

I do not like you.

But everything you want, as long as I have, you can take it.

Long, cool fingers slid down Harry's chest.He hissed lightly.

"Turn around, Professor."

He heard the other party's gentle order, and the sharp canine teeth gnawed at his collarbone. Harry frowned slightly, then turned around with a smile, exposing his fragile back to the other party.The warm breath sprayed on his neck, which made him tremble involuntarily. "You are so sensitive, just like a kitten." Allen smiled softly against his ear. Harry propped his hands on the bed and looked back at him tenderly, "Come in," he whispered.The green eyes are rippling, gentle and soft.His eyes were green and transparent, like a beautiful spring day at Bletchley Park.

Allen hugged him from behind.

"Go in, Professor."

Harry gripped the sheets tightly and did his best to relax his tense body.

I do not like you.But since you like me, I'll give it to you.

He gently, slowly, took a long breath of relief.

Although I don't like you, I can't treat you as roughly as I treat other people.I can't just read your mind and tamper with your memory - I can't do that because your brain is too precious.I can't let it hurt a little.Not even a little risk.Because she needs you. Harry silently cast a freezing spell on himself, forcing himself to let go of his fists clenched on the sheets.He stared idly at the gap between the curtains, where there was a touch of blue-white sky.I can't do Legilimency to you, but I can make you trust me, fall in love with me, voluntarily share your memories with me, and tell me your secrets.Because you are the link I'm missing and I'm the link you're missing.

The young man lowered his head, suppressing the pain deep in his throat.The person behind seemed to be smiling, with his slender but strong arms tightly wrapped around Harry's waist, "...Your voice is really nice, Professor." Alan bit the other's earlobe affectionately, "...Do you like it?" I?"

"like."

"what do you like about me?"

"All... ah... I like it."

"Don't fool me."

"...your eyes...beautiful..."

"anything else?"

"...very smart...very cute..."

"I like you too, Professor. I like you the most."

"Um...uh..."

Harry closed his eyes.

sorry.Allen.sorry.I do not like you.but i need you.

You'll help me drive Nazis through their chest veins, puncture their spines, and extract their marrow.You will help me guard her fortress, drive away the nightmare that haunts her, and sever the sword that threatens her.You must help me defend her, protect her for me, and take care of her for me.I can give you everything I have if you help me unravel the Enigma.You must untie it for me, don't let anyone hurt her.

Let no one hurt my love - my fair England.

2.5 BORNTODIE, PARTII

1940

two weeks ago.

The Scottish weather in May can change quickly.In just a quarter of an hour, the clear sky turned cloudy. Dumbledore stood by the arched window of the Vice-Headmaster's room, staring out at the spreading black clouds.They are devouring the light of the sky bit by bit.In the end, the entire blue and white sky was dyed into a black mass.The mountains are hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, turning into a stretching and deep green.

"I've heard he's a once-in-a-century Animagi genius. Maybe we can break the rules..."

"No, Leonard," Dumbledore said softly, "It's not about qualifications—he's just a 14-year-old student, and you can't send him into battle."

Leonard Spencer-Moon, who was standing not far away, was silent.He took out an iron box from his pocket and took out a cigar.The Minister of Magic lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. "Okay, Albus." He exhaled a gray-white smoke ring slowly, "Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about another thing. You said you already figured out its location, didn't you?" Dumbledore nodded with his back turned, and continued to stare at the dark clouds outside the window, "We're looking for a way in."

"Can't Fawkes get in?" Leonard puffed out another puff of cigarette. Dumbledore shook his head.

"You can't even enter this place?" The minister flicked his cigarette ash, staring at the back of the vice principal with dark brown eyes. Leonard is still very young, not more than 50 or [-] years old, but his forehead has been carved with layers of gullies by the clouds of war, "Even you and Mr. Flamel can't get in this place, can you, Albus?" He said slowly asked. Dumbledore finally turned around.The sky-blue eyes looked at the Minister of Magic not far away through the gray-white smoke screen.

"We'll find a way in, Leonard."

Dumbledore said it clearly, with certainty.

The Minister of Magic nodded, put the cigar out in the ashtray, and then blew away the gray mist in the vice principal's room with a wave of his hand. "Let's be honest with each other, Albus," he said slowly, fixing those piercing eagle eyes on the other man. "We can't wait any longer. We have to go in now. We have to go in this week." Take back the Philosopher's Stone. I've just come from Churchill, he and I just met at MI[-]. According to the latest deciphered intelligence from Bletchley Park, France can't hold on anymore, and Hitler's next target is Britain. The Germans are coming, maybe next month, maybe next week. That lunatic is sitting around waiting for France to fall. Are you sure you don't have a man on your hands who can get into that house?"

He seemed to mean something, as if if he said so, someone would appear out of nowhere.

"I didn't," Dumbledore said firmly.

The air in the vice-principal's office was humid, the air pressure was low, and a storm was about to strike. Dumbledore's guest looked a little agitated. Leonard's resolute face was slightly wrinkled, highlighting the ravines on his face.His thinning yellow hair was originally close to his scalp, but now it was fluffed up by his low breath, "Albus, we've known each other for 20 years. You know what kind of person I am. If it wasn't for the last moment, I wouldn't... "His tone was still calm and low, his brown eyes against the dark sky, like hard amber, "Since you said you have no candidate, then I will provide you with one. I will provide you with one who can enter Grindelwald Manor The man - the man Horace Slughorn mentioned."

A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the window! Dumbledore's eyes lit up dangerously.Thunder and lightning flashed, and the blue eyes were like a dragon! Leonard was so startled that he almost bit his own tongue.He paused for a while before continuing, his tone was lower and more stable than before, and he tried his best to overwhelm the other party, "Yes, Albus, this person was mentioned by Horace and me. His respect for this person The evaluation is very high, saying that this is the best student he has ever taught. It is rumored that the Philosopher's Stone was stolen back then, and the thief relied on this person to steal