The Last Goodbye

Admit it!You approach me for a purpose!You don't really like me at all!You approach me for something else, you don't like me! "Harry stared in shock at those black eyes that were so close, and there were tears in them, which made him choke on the sweet words that came to his mouth. He wanted to say no, my little genius, I like you, I like you the most. He should kiss each other passionately, comfort each other, he should pamper each other as always, give in to everything, he should push the other party to the bed, and use actions to cover up the non-existent feelings— ——He knows that he is deceiving this person, he knows that he is using this person——He is deliberately deceiving and using a person who really likes him.

Because he wants to win.

He wants to win.He wants to win.He wants to help her win this war.He wanted to win so much, he needed to win so much, that he started doing whatever it took to get the best out of it.He knew it was mean, it was cruel, but he had to.This is war.However, somehow, at this moment, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief-the Queenie had stolen enough data, and they already had enough information to imitate the Enigma.He doesn't have to keep using this young man.Alan Turing was no longer useful to him.He can let him go...

and many more.

Harry was terrified by the thought.

The thought made his heart beat faster and his hairs stand on his head. Merlin, how could I...?The thought made his breathing stop and his blood flow back.His eyes widened in surprise—how could I have done the same thing as Gellert Grindelwald? !This idea really made him feel incomprehensible, unbelievable, and incredible.etc.what am i doingwhat happened?how so?

'You are my comrade in arms. '

'You are the cornerstone of this new world. '

'You are very precious and important to me. '

'Why are you not obedient?What should I do to make you obedient? '

'My patience is limited.You think about it in the manor. '

'Unless you learn to obey, you won't even set foot outside this house. '

Did he not lie to me? Harry stared nervously at the man in front of him.etc.What's with this strange sense of ambivalence?He seemed to understand that man suddenly?He seemed to suddenly understand why that person behaved in that way? Grindelwald hadn't lied to him - Grindelwald did cherish him, he had from the beginning - just as he himself didn't cherish the young man in front of him.How can a swordsman not cherish his sword?How can a knight not cherish his horse?It accompanies him on the battlefield and helps it defend against powerful enemies, so of course he likes it and loves it, otherwise he won't pamper and love it—but all of this has nothing to do with its will, it's all just because of its value.It is so precious.It is so important.It may have entrusted his dreams, shared his soul and life!

Even if he never cared what it thought.

It's not that he doesn't want to care, but that he can't care, it's like a swordsman's sword knight's horse, which must obey the master's instructions.How can there be any free will?How can there be any room for negotiation?He was going to take it to battle.It is what he uses to behead his enemies.Of course he didn't allow it to go wrong.His life hangs on it!It is not only his life, but also the fate of many people, the success or failure of many people, the outcome of this war may all depend on it!How could he not control it at all costs.He whispered concern in its ear.every day.every night.The violence he inflicted on it.every hour.every moment.All this is to better control it, to make it obedient.These are just means, and have nothing to do with what kind of person he is.

Of course he knew he was taking advantage of it.Of course he knew he was mean and cruel.He saw it cry, saw it sad and painful, and of course he couldn't bear it.But he wants more - he wants to win.He wants to win.He wants it to help him, for a higher dream, for a greater benefit, he has to be cruel to it, and has to let it sacrifice.All his love and pity for it were silently apologizing to it and making up for it silently—but who would know, who would know, how many sleepless nights he had spent, once Once again, he dreamed that one day he would show it the territory he conquered, the empire he built, and one day he would let it see the country and the world it helped him lay down.

If you could see all this, wouldn't you forgive me?

If I let you go and apologize to you, will you forgive me?

Will you forgive me, my friend?

Harry subconsciously held the other's hand, "You're right, Alan, I don't like you. But I'm not German. I'm British. I'm not sent by the Nazis either. If I'm really a Nazi dog, If I really want to steal the secrets of Britain, why should I take the initiative to teach you German? Is what I taught you helpful to you..." He looked at the other party earnestly, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to explain, he wanted to Pray for the other party's understanding and forgiveness, but Allen couldn't listen to the words behind him at all.

He lowered his head after saying 'I don't like you', and quickly pulled his hand out of Harry's hand, "...don't get close to me..." Alan backed away quickly, "The more you do this , I feel more and more uncomfortable." He paused, adjusted his breathing, "You should never appear in my life, Harry Potter. You should never let me know you and rely on you. I was alone fine."

The green-eyed youth suddenly hugged him.Alan struggled hard and hit him, but Harry wouldn't let go - it would make him feel better if he hit him.If beating him would calm Allen, he would rather be beaten, because it was entirely his fault.No matter what lofty ideals, great interests, he is using this young man.He knew from the beginning that the young man could be used, and that's why he approached him.He could see that this young man was very lonely, very lonely, and he knew that this young man would definitely be hooked!He'd come to him because he could tell—Alan Turing stood out in the Muggle world, as out of place as a wizard.

He is like a wizard, with outstanding talent, but he is rejected and misunderstood by others.He is like a wizard, brilliant, but ridiculed and alienated by the world.They turned their backs on him, laughed at him, and talked about him behind his back, not because they disliked him, but because they were afraid of him.They were afraid of his power, of what he represented.They don't want to accept that there are people who are different from themselves in this world.They are like the Nazis, using the guns of words, the bayonets of thought, their outdated concepts and deformed laws to crucify those who are different from themselves, push them into the flames, and drive them to death.

Alan Turing and Harry Potter came from completely different worlds.

But the irony is that their enemies are exactly the same.

What's even more ironic is that the person they have always believed to be their enemy, the person who deceived and used themselves, the person who lurked in their ears like a demon and invaded their bodies and souls, turned out to be their enemy enemy.enemy of the enemy.

'my friend. '

Harry could feel his hands trembling slightly as he held him.Oh, God. Merlin.How did that happen?Why is this so?He obviously ran away from that person, didn't he?He obviously did everything possible to break free from the other party's shackles.That person should have lost control of him long ago.That person should never really be able to control him, but influence him.But why did he understand that person so well at this moment?He understood that person's impassioned speeches, he understood that person's high-sounding words, and he heard them thousands of times until they became his nightmare and echoed in his ears.He finally understood their meaning at this moment.

'My friends, I want you to walk in this world with dignity. '

'My friends, I want you to be free to live in the sun. '

'I want you to come to me, to fight with me, to fight with me. '

'I need every one of you, this revolution is for all of us. '

'Our revolution is not for wealth, status, territory, but for freedom! '

' for our birthright, inalienable rights! '

' is for the greater good! '

The person in his arms stopped struggling, and Harry subconsciously let go.Allen suddenly grabbed his hand and bit him—"Ah!!" He cried out in pain, reflexively wanted to use magic to heal, and almost cast a spell before remembering that he was still standing in front of him. With a Muggle too!

Save.protect.Law.

Enduring the pain, the young man hissed fiercely, covering his bloody wrist from the bite.England was icy and cold in winter, but the blood in the wound quickly stopped. Harry looked at the big mathematician who broke away from him dumbfounded.The other party is also looking at him.Allen's nose was red, whether it was from excitement or the cold weather.The cold wind froze his tears into his eye sockets, making his black eyes extraordinarily bright.he uses it