The Last Goodbye

They stared at Harry, "...so you won't forget me."

Harry couldn't help laughing, "How could I have forgotten you?" The wound was very hot, throbbing with pain, and the blood was pounding into the veins, as if it was about to burst out of the ground.He shook it indifferently, getting rid of the strange pain, and then gently stretched out his other hand towards the other party, "If this can calm your anger, then bite a few more."

"You guys always..." Allen smiled wryly, and stood there for a while with his head down.When he looked up at Harry again, his expression became more solemn and solemn, "I'm sorry." Allen said softly, "I'm sorry, Harry. No matter who you are, no matter what purpose you have, even if You are just curious, I can't even reveal my work. This matter is too important, there can be no mistakes. No matter how much I like you, I can't love you more. This matter is better than my love, than my life It's all important. Even if I have to lose you because of this, never see you again, even if you will hate me because of this, I can't say." His dark eyes were as hard as a rock, "The only thing I can do is to promise you , I will definitely protect you. I will protect everyone like us. I will fight the Nazis to the last moment." He slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing two shallow dimples, "I hope you know that I used to resent I was different from others, and I resented that I was made different. But now I don’t hate it anymore. Now I understand. If... I hadn’t been made this way, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Harry looked at him with complicated expressions, and looked at him with mixed feelings. He suddenly stepped up to Alan, and gently brushed his hair.This time Allen didn't escape.The green-eyed youth leaned forward and kissed the mathematician on the forehead. "I trust you, Ellen," he said softly, "Wasvernünftigist, dasistwirklich, undwaswirklichist, dasistvernünftig."

Because we exist.

So we are reasonable.

"...Hegel." This time Alan really shed tears, he looked both sad and happy, and suddenly he hugged Harry tightly, "God, Professor Potter. You are really charming. I really like you so much. I really don't want to lose you. I really want to keep you. I really..." The green-eyed young man didn't say anything, but let the other party hug him obediently.Alan hugged him for a while, then raised his head, wiped away his tears and looked at him, "Will I see you again?"

"You will." Harry said decisively, "When you need me, I will be there." The big mathematician smiled, and he seemed to be struggling to keep himself from crying, "You will say something Nice to coax me, but I just can't help but want to believe you... that's irrational, isn't it?"

"It's not coaxing you." Harry looked straight at him, "It's not coaxing you, Alan. In places you don't know, I'm always by your side. Not only me, but many, many people. You fight together. You can't see us because we are hidden in the shadow of the world. But I want you to know that we, like you, never give up. We, like you, hope to live in the sunshine one day. "Alan looked at him suspiciously, but Harry didn't say anything more, just squeezed the other's hand tightly.They are so cold.He really wanted to cast a Warming Charm on them.

He really wants to.

He wanted to break down that invisible barrier now.

He wanted to tear up the law that separated them now.

He wants to break through the shackles of the times now.

He knew that one day he would break through it.

He will work for it, he will fight for it, for his freedom, for his birthright.He and he will fight for this, in order to walk in this world with their truest side.Alan nodded and raised his beautiful black eyes. He looked deeply at Harry, "For Britain! For freedom!" His comrades looked back at him, "For Britain. For freedom."

for.

greater good.

ENIGMA, PARTIV

1941

On May 1941, 5, the German submarine U-9 was captured by the British Royal Navy, which was known as "Operation Primrose" in history. The capture of U-110 was for a long time one of the top British military secrets, as a Nazi German naval charade and accompanying Kurzsignale codebook were found on board the submarine.The Germans, who have always been cautious and meticulous, never imagined that after U-110 suffered heavy losses and the order to abandon the ship was issued, they clearly destroyed all secrets including the shipboard radio station immediately. When the Navy's Bulldog Lieutenant David Balme led his team to the submarine, he actually found the intact riddle machine and code book in the radio room of the German submarine.For such an important discovery, Lieutenant Balme must report it immediately, and then hurriedly transported this set of materials back to Bletchley.It was this set of valuable information that enabled the Eighth Team to make a breakthrough in deciphering the intelligence of the German Navy, and the result directly reversed the situation in the Atlantic battlefield.

Years later, the deciphering of the Enigma is recognized by modern historians as part of the Allied forces' surprise victory in World War II.The successful deciphering of the Enigma at Bletchley Park advanced the Confederacy's victory by at least two years.But at that time, this work was the top military secret of the British army, and it was not announced until after the war. In 1973, when Enigma and the secrets to deciphering it were made public, Alan Turing, the leader of the Eighth Group, the main force of the deciphering work, had passed away for 19 years.

This talented mathematician left countless treasures for human society in his short life, laid the foundation for the computer field of later generations, and saved tens of thousands of lives for the British Empire.However, when he died, there was only a lonely person, with the discrimination and ridicule of the world, and with the inherent crimes, lying quietly on the bed, saying goodbye to the world.

What is it that ultimately defines our lives?Is it our identity, status?Is it our wealth, right?Or our race, skin color?Our beliefs, gender?And whose words make you laugh and cry?Whose brush depicts the vicissitudes of life and the world?Who is fighting for you, guarding the land you cultivated, and defending your beloved homeland?And who is standing on the cusp of the times, running and shouting for your rights?Who is not hesitating to block the car with his arms and fight with his back to push the torrent of history and roll forward?

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"Alan, Hugh said you didn't have dinner again, I brought you some..." The female scientist who hurried in the door was stunned, then quickly came to the colleague and put her arms around the other's shoulder, "I God, Ellen. What's the matter?"

The young man in her arms raised his head and gave her a weary and bitter smile.Strings of crystal clear tears were running across Alan's face, which broke Joan's heart.She looked anxiously into the dark eyes, swollen from crying.They were so beautiful before, but now they were stained with streaks of light red blood, and she couldn't tell whether it was from the other party's exhaustion or accumulated emotions.Joan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Alan's tears away, "What happened? What are you sad about?"

"I'm not sad, Joan. I'm happy."

Allen suddenly pulled the Kurzsignale code book on the table and held it up to his colleagues, "Have you seen this?" Joan nodded, "Didn't it just be during the noon meeting..." But Allen didn't wait for her to finish. He quickly turned the code book to the last page, and then pointed to the footer and asked, "Look here. What is written here?" Joan turned her head nervously, and glanced at the line of small words that Allen pointed to, " Oh, you said this." She breathed a sigh of relief, "We all think it was accidentally written by German intelligence personnel."

"What did you write?" Allen asked persistently.

"Well, this should be..." Joan looked at the line again, "It means... next to something, right?"

"So it's not that I'm dreaming...it's not that I'm dreaming..." Allen muttered to himself, stretched out his hand and stroked the row of slender handwriting, then under the gaze of his colleagues, he picked up the book and kissed deeply up.The Kurzsignale cipherbook recovered from a German submarine has three German words written on the footer of the last page.

【An Deiner Seite.】

at your side.

Not signed.

It's just that in the corner of this sentence, there is a playful...

Little lightning.

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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.

Various stalks: Turing is finished, in order to pay tribute to all the anti-fascist fighters in World War II, and also pay tribute to those who have fought for the rights of minority groups throughout the ages!Turing in history is not as lonely and weird as described in "The Imitation Game", on the contrary, he is delicate, gentle and humorous.