[HP] Chaotic Love

"[HP] Romantic Love" Author: Lazy VIP

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"Lookatme." When Snape looked into those emerald green eyes, his life also came to an end.

"Please don't die... Please..." Harry looked at the man desperately, and he whispered in the man's ear, begging.

Maybe people are always like this. It wasn't until that person died that Harry realized that he was more than guilty of that person.

"You lied to me, bullied me, insulted me, and scolded me, so I won't let you go so easily."

Harry smiled softly, but he didn't know how desperate and heart-wrenching it was.

Godric's Hollow after the war

In front of a dilapidated house, the grayness of the sea of ​​graves submerged the greenness of the valley.

"Do you regret it?" The Demon God asked Harry.

Harry looked at the sea of ​​graves and ruins and devastation around him.

He nodded, maybe he was not as powerful as people imagined, but he was always firm.

"Severus Snape, I want him back."

"Everything has a price, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure."

If possible, I am willing to exchange everything I have for your return.

The redemption under the hp contract will be overthrown and rewritten, there will be major changes, please look forward to it~~~~~~

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☆、Chapter 1

The author has something to say: first write a chapter to explain the background and the differences from the original work. . . .

Hmm...it seems a bit boring to say...

Salvation under the previous hp contract. . .Lazy people really feel that the writing is so bad that it can't be saved, especially the purple part in the second half. . .So simply re-open the text and write it again, the plot may have a big change by visual inspection.

In terms of updates... lazy people can only say that they will do their best under the condition of guaranteeing not to cheat. . . .I've been so busy recently, thank you for your understanding.

that's all.

001

four years ago

A gray fog shrouded Hogwarts, which was always sunny. The dilapidated classroom was full of surprise, and the scattered light trudged through the dim glass with difficulty, falling into a room deep in the castle.

Harry pressed the wound on the man's neck with both hands, but blood still flowed out profusely, and the man's already pale cheeks became even paler.

At this moment, the boy's body was shaking almost non-stop, and even his voice was whimpering.

"Professor, you lied to me again."

After you betrayed me for the first time, when I thought that even you could not be trusted in this world, you were willing to tell me that all this was just a trap. In fact, you never left.

"I said earlier, don't trust anyone, especially me."

The man stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on the boy's cheek.

Always so simple, so easy to trust others, how can you let me feel at ease.

However, no matter what your path ahead is, I can no longer help you.

002

"Harry, look at me..."

When Snape looked into those green eyes, his life also came to an end.

"Please...don't die, please..."

Harry looked at the man desperately, and he whispered in the man's ear, begging, but everything was over.

Unchangeable ending.

Maybe people are always like this. It wasn't until that person died that Harry realized that he was more than guilty of that person in his heart.

"I won't let you go so easily."

Harry said childish words on his mouth, but his hands let go of the hem of the man's clothes.

It's not that I don't let go of all this.

I can't let it go no matter what.

003

Harry took Snape's memory tremblingly, and walked out of the classroom that almost took his breath away.

Two of his closest friends stood outside the door.

"Harry, I know you're sad, but we have more important things to do." Ron patted Harry's shoulder with obvious pain in his voice.

Harry wanted to cry, he wanted to growl, no, you don't know anything.

However, he can't.

Our savior took one last look at the man's icy corpse and resolutely departed.

He couldn't even hold back the corpse for him.

003

In the end, the savior survived.

Unexpectedly.

He brought the magic world back to life, started a new life, and brought dawn to the British wizards.

But who knows how the omnipotent savior in their eyes collapsed, drank, cried loudly, and wantonly smashed everything in front of him after the war, but he did not choose to die.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

All for the greater good, he still has too many unfinished business.

The one who survived is the savior who stands high in the eyes of everyone. He wants to risk his life, save people from fire and water, and open up a new path for the wizards.

As for Harry himself, he had already left with that man.

004

postwar psychoanalysis institute

The psychiatrist smiled and explained their upcoming work to Harry, "From now on, let's do a word association test, I say a word, you correspond to a word you can think of, we only need your First reaction, don't hesitate to think too much, okay?"

Harry nodded coldly. If it hadn't been for Hermione's insistence, he would never have come to this kind of place for treatment, so no matter what method the other party used, he didn't care.

The doctor seemed no stranger to this kind of indifference, and was quick to get into it.

"friend."

"family."

"Ask a question."

"Reply."

"war."

"pain."

"spouse."

"leave"

The doctor glanced at the boy, wondering if this meant death, and he circled the word heavily.

"leave."

This time Harry answered very quickly, uncharacteristically fast, you could even see the struggle in his eyes, "No! (no!)"

Harry's unusual reaction made the doctor frown tightly.

"The test is over, Mr Potter can call Mrs Weasley in."

005

After the analysis, Hermione whispered with the psychologist in the room.

Holding the statistical results in his hand, the doctor raised his head and asked the brunette witch in front of him, "Did Mr. Potter's lover or someone important die in the war?"

Hermione frowned and shook her head, "Harry has no lover, he doesn't even want to get married."

"I don't want to get married, isn't that enough to explain the problem?"

"But I know Harry very well. If he has a lover, I shouldn't be unaware."

"Mr. Porter's response to the words 'war', 'lover', 'passing', 'leaving' is unusual, whether in terms of speed of response, response to words or response to emotion."

"Could it be a coincidence?" Hermione asked the other party with some uncertainty.

The psychiatrist just smiled kindly, "I have to say, nothing happens by chance."

Hermione ruffled her messy hair wearily.

"I'll pay attention."

006

Grimmauld Place

"Tomorrow is the Hogwarts lecture," Hermione couldn't help adding, looking at the boy who was surprisingly thin compared to the wide sofa, "it can be postponed until next week, and you can rest for a while."

"No, Hogwarts is my most important lecture venue, and I will not postpone it."

Harry closed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind. His voice was not loud, but his tone was still firm.

Since the end of the war, Harry seems to have fallen into an almost frenzied state of work, where he always seems to be busy.

Harry became uncharacteristically eager for quick success, as if he wanted to finish his life's work at once.

He was always busy hunting down Death Eaters, busy repairing after the war, busy giving speeches in disaster areas to encourage people to cheer up...

Everything is going in the right direction.

Except Harry himself.

Hermione thought of what the psychiatrist had said this morning, and felt a little uneasy.

007

"Harry, are you sure you don't need counseling, you know, PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder or post-war syndrome) can have a big impact on life."

"I don't need it." The boy replied quickly, but Hermione didn't seem to think so.

"Don't be so stressed, you can try to relax." Hermione carefully observed Harry's expression.

"So many people are still living unsatisfactory lives. I can't allow myself to relax at this moment."

What Harry said seemed very benevolent, but Hermione subconsciously felt that Harry was not telling the truth.

"Harry, I beg you, don't be immersed in the war, you have to start a new life!"

"A new life..." the boy muttered softly, then suddenly smiled bitterly.

"When I was planning to start a new life with full expectations, I realized that I had nothing left."

Hermione's voice froze, and she didn't know how to refute.

Harry has given everything he has to others, but what about himself?

Life seemed too cruel for Harry.

008

Hogwarts

Harry returned to his alma mater again - this great and glorious castle, which has the most precious memories and deepest nostalgia of all British wizards.

"If you don't know Hogwarts, then you can't penetrate the soul of British wizards."

"... four great wizards and generations of leaders and masters spent their lives building and shaping Hogwarts' splendor, in which countless pilgrims were martyred, including the greatest wizard of this century , Mister Dumbledore."

Harry in the auditorium spoke very affectionately, but the little wizard in the audience was still ignorant, as if he had realized something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

Harry knew that these children who had never experienced war would not be able to understand their own feelings, no matter how empathetic the speech he was holding in his hand today-if they hadn't experienced it, they hadn't experienced it, and no matter how much they said, it was just It's useless.

For some reason, Harry felt a little sad.

For those who can no longer speak, for the lives lost forever.

008

After the speech, Harry walked in a daze for a while, and when he realized it, he realized that he had actually arrived at the door of that person's office.

Everything that year seemed to be still vivid.

When Harry's footsteps landed, the office door opened slowly, just like in the past.

Harry raised his eyes in surprise, but suddenly met an unfamiliar smiling face. Harry's surprise expression froze on his face for an instant, and then quickly disappeared.

Such a huge gap caused a dull pain in Harry's heart.

In fact, he should have woken up a long time ago, that vicious old bastard Snape might never appear again.

never again...

009

"Ha...Harry Potter! You are the savior! My God, my group of cronies will envy me to death!"

A young boy came out of the room, and he exclaimed in disbelief when he saw Harry.

Obviously this boy is the current owner of the house. He has a baby face and a handsome appearance. He speaks English with a French accent, but his mouth is not idle at all.

I don't know why Harry always finds him a little untrustworthy, it seems that this boy is too out of touch, even more so than himself back then.

In Harry's impression, potions seemed to be a precise and rigid scientific subject, and those who taught them had to be honest.

It's like the frizzy self back then who was always imperfect, and was scolded by that person for nothing.

010

The new professor didn't have the slightest pretense to be a teacher. Like a child, he looked at Harry excitedly, stuttering nervously, "You, why did you come to Slytherin... Oh, sorry, I mean I didn't think of it, I just thought it was...a bit unbelievable."

Harry bet that this man must not be Slytherin, and subconsciously pulled out the Snape in his memory to compare with the man in front of him.

Look, the two of them are not alike at all.

Compared with the unreserved admiration of young people, that old bastard will only try his best to satirize my ignorance, or discuss whether there is any in-law relationship between me and the troll, or hit me hard My stupidity and lack of talent...

Anyway, that's an old bastard!

But you just can't forget this nasty old bastard, Harry added the second part silently in his heart.

He subconsciously glanced into the room.

Everything from that year is still vivid.

He even... saw beside the window, a man with a serious face was correcting his homework with a gloomy face, and viciously drew a big T on the homework in his hand with a quill.

On the sofa, that young self stared at the irritable man at the desk, and couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling.

☆、Chapter 2

011

On the way back, Harry ran into Neville Longbottom, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the freshly-baked professor of herbalism at Hogwarts.

"Harry, thank you for helping me find those herbs last time, thanks to you, otherwise I don't know how long I would have been looking for."

After graduation, Neville has changed a lot. He no longer had the dull and silly look of the past, and even showed a bit of a master's demeanor, but he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Harry likes to stay with Neville, he always has that kind of sunny smell about him, maybe he has lost a bit of the simplicity of his childhood, but he still makes people involuntarily trust him.

When Neville laughed, Harry clearly heard the exclamation of a group of little girls at the end of the corridor.

"It seems that you don't have to worry about your girlfriend anymore." Our savior classmate patted Neville on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

Neville himself suddenly looked dark, and Harry couldn't help shaking his head.

012

Regarding Draco and Neville, Harry believed, it surprised many people.

To be honest, Harry never thought that there would be any special connection between them, but the fact is that the two people really fell in love, and when the war ended and everything became known to the world, this ending made almost everyone feel uncomfortable. dare to believe.

Honest Neville and treacherous Malfoy sound like a fantasy.

At the end of the war, Draco became the current head of Malfoy as a matter of course.

Undoubtedly, because of his wise decision at the end of the war, the Malfoy family received the glory they deserved as victors. Now he already has a well-matched noble lady as his fiancée, and the two are ready to get married at any time.

For all this, Neville didn't even struggle the slightest.

This is a wise and rational choice, Malfoy does not need a declining Longbottom family and an ordinary professor of herbal medicine as lovers, let alone a man.

Neville would never be able to give Draco what a Malfoy needed; and at the same time, Draco would never be able to abandon his responsibilities as a Malfoy.

So they are destined not to be together.

Love is romantic, but life is so cruel.

013

No one had ever persuaded Neville to go after Draco.

Harry also believed that Draco's friends would not lobby Draco to accept Neville.

Maybe Gryffindor and Slytherin, only at this time will have a tacit understanding.

It seemed that people had already made a conclusion in their hearts that Gryffindor and Slytherin were impossible, just like the distance between the sky and the sea, which was unbelievably far away.

"Don't forget, you are a battle hero, and there are many girls in the Auror Division who want to marry you." Harry said with a stiff smile.

"Harry, I guess I will never marry another girl in my life." Neville always smiled so warmly, but his tone was so heavy that Harry felt his eyes a little sore, "I believe that Draco is very happy." Soon there will be a beautiful wife with a bright future, and I believe he will be happy."

Harry's lips trembled, but he couldn't find a word of comfort.

On the contrary, Neville comforted Harry, "Don't worry, as long as Draco is well, that's enough."

Even if the rest of my life can never break free from despair.

This was the Neville Harry knew, a friend worth his life.

Always leave the smile to others and the pain to yourself.

014

Harry thought of the Slytherin who was also infinitely tolerant of him at the right time, and he suddenly felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

The bitterness spread from the mouth to the heart.

There were so many people back then, why did I choose that old man alone, with ordinary looks, strange temper, and prejudice against Gryffindor.

Come on, you know what's good about him, Harry thought, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

A man whose temperament is more handsome than his face, whose charm is better than his tall and straight body, and who has become more and more mellow and charming after years of experience.

Unfortunately, he will never come back.

Just like the relationship between Neville and Draco is destined to be forgotten by people, the story of Harry and Snape is destined to be just a legend that will never be seen.

Fortunately, this year is soft and the years are safe, and the story has just begun.

015

The children of Hogwarts were very enthusiastic, and Harry was surrounded by a group of small Hogwarts animals as soon as they separated from Neville.

Even Harry, who has always been rough and nervous, didn't want to hurt the hearts of these children, so as a lion, he had to use all his patience to deal with this group of small animals with excess energy.

It wasn't until Harry chatted with the children for a while that the children had to disperse because they had classes.

Just as Harry wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he turned around and was surprised to find that there was still a little girl in the corner who hadn't left.

"Why are you still here and not going to class?" Harry smiled softly at the girl, "Do you have any questions for me?"

The girl seemed very shy, and she asked Harry eagerly, "Mr. Potter, can you tell me some stories about Professor Longbottom."

Those swarthy eyes were particularly charming under the dim light, and just because of this, Harry couldn't refuse the girl's request.

He expressed his meaning in an extremely euphemistic way, "Most of the professors at Hogwarts are never married, but they have an unforgettable love."

The meaning is expressed, and the language is not explicit.

The girl seemed to half understand, and then left with some regret.

016

The girl left, but Harry himself couldn't recover for a long time, an unforgettable love, Neville and Malfoy, Dumbledore and Greenwald, and Professor Snape...

Severus Snape.

Maybe he hadn't mentioned the name for too long, Harry suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, which made him feel at a loss.

It is deliberately ignored on weekdays, but it is often never truly forgotten.

The real wound is like this, the more you try to ignore it, the more it rots and oozes in the corners, until you will never forget the pain for the rest of your life and refuse to heal.

Snape was definitely a scar on Harry that never healed.

Harry used almost all his strength to ignore the pain the scar brought him, but as long as he accidentally moved his hands and feet, the pain would be maddening.

Until many years later, Harry could still clearly recall the scene when bright red blood kept dripping from that man's pale neck.

And the almost numb pain in my heart.

Even now, a year later, that scene almost made Harry feel breathless.

Harry never imagined that one day, that man with a poisonous tongue and a powerful voice would be so weak that he would never be able to stand up again. He would never again stand tall in front of him and laugh at his ignorance as usual.

When Harry saw the man, the man's face was as white as paper, and Harry didn't even dare to reach out to touch him.

Harry almost thought that he would be like this, in a place that no one knew, and then die silently, and then, he would never know the life and death of this person in his whole life, at most he would just leave without saying goodbye.

That man was always like that, used to spending the rest of his life in a place no one cared about, typical Snape style, wasn't he?

It's just that the premise is - if I haven't seen the scene of the man's death.

The cruelest thing in this world is often when your lover dies in front of you, but you can't do anything about it.

Harry bent over the man, and Snape, who was seriously injured, struggled, tightly pulled Harry's skirt, and looked deeply into those green eyes.

"Lookatme."

Then slowly closed his eyes.

From a certain point of view, Snape was lucky. In any case, Harry still saw the last side of that person, so that person had no regrets.

Unfortunately, this has become Harry's biggest regret in his life.

017

four years ago

Harry had always known that Snape liked Lily, and Harry knew that Snape loved his eyes the most.

Because it is exactly the same as Lily.

But Snape would never less criticize Harry for this, as if doing so would kill him.

"Don't think that everyone will have scruples about your title of savior!" Snape always reprimanded Harry severely.

"Yes, Professor, you have already proved it." Harry didn't care about Snape's sternness, still smiling.

"Potter! Can you be more serious, don't just make trouble like a mandrake!"

Snape looked contemptuous at Harry's poor cutting technique. He stood behind the boy, holding Harry's fingertips with his big warm hands, and exerted a little force.

Harry was almost buried in the fragrance of herbs, which was particularly charming at night.

"Sev, if you weren't so mean, you'd be a perfect lover."

"Potter! Stay still!"

018

Harry hated Snape at first, because he always seemed to be dismissive of himself, and then fell in love with the awkwardness of the man.

I always refuse to express my awkwardness.

When you're with Snape, you don't have the vague admiration in the eyes of your classmates, and you don't have to worry about not meeting his expectations of you. In short, you are very comfortable.

Harry felt that only the self in front of Snape was the real self.

There’s no need to put on a show or push yourself.

He only sees himself as a child.

Maybe, this kid is not very sensible, and he doesn't quite suit him.

He would never look at himself with disappointment or horror, because he was Lily's son.

This status made Harry both proud and jealous.

019

Four years later

The room was very quiet, and the only sound was the boy who seemed to be in a nightmare on the bed. His voice and expression both showed his pain.

"Professor...please...don't die!"

Harry sat up abruptly from his sleep, beads of sweat rolling down his pale cheeks.

In the dimly lit room, the only thing that could be heard was the man's heavy breathing.

The man destroyed everything about him before he died, and even his memory was set as a one-off.

Harry didn't know what kind of spell it was. He couldn't even take out the memory of that man in his mind to think about it. The dream was both pain and his only sustenance.

Harry buried his head between his arms, hoping to draw some strength from himself.

It was only after a long time that he found helplessly that the only man in this world who could give him strength was long gone.

020

Potter and Snape were never going to get along peacefully, and I think almost everyone knows that.

Harry knew that Snape hated him.

Harry had known it from Snape's first meeting with him.

He is an orphan, probably because of this reason. He almost puts a magnifying glass in his eyes when others treat him good or bad. He is a boy who is extremely sensitive to emotions. Of course, Snape's malice has always been No need to figure it out.

Snape hated him, making no attempt to hide it.

Harry admitted that Snape had always been protective of himself, no matter how badly he treated him.

However, even if Snape has been protecting himself, what does that mean?

In fact, no matter how much he saves your life, it is difficult for you to have a good impression of a man who is extremely sarcastic to himself on weekdays.

Maybe some people are like this. Only when you really get in touch with him and understand him can you understand his goodness.

That was the case with Snape.

If it weren't for this man, Harry probably would never have understood what it meant to be awkward and what meant duplicity in his whole life.

Harry grinned wryly in his heart, and they should have had nothing to do with each other other than loathing each other, if he hadn't lived at Snape's house during the summer vacation at the end of his fourth year.

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☆、Chapter 3

021

four years ago

It was the summer after the fourth grade, and it was almost the unprecedented dark years that Harry had faced.

Of course, if an attributive should be added to Harry who has experienced the war, before the age of 17, it was Harry's most gloomy years before the age of 17.

Except for the days after Snape's death.

Harry brought the news of the return of the mysterious man back to the wizarding world, but the wizarding world was not as united as Harry imagined.

Some people say that they should resolutely resist Voldemort, some people are willing to die generously for justice, and some people keep secret about Voldemort's topic, and some people don't want to believe all this, and point fingers at Harry.

Cedric's death, Voldemort's resurrection, public condemnation, weird dreams and Dumbledore's deliberate avoidance, all kinds of things happened one after another, Harry can't remember the reason, it seems to be because of a trivial matter , in short, that became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he fell ill.

Almost to the point of being sick.

022

People often torture themselves in the early stages of illness, but when you get used to the illness, the illness often tortures those who care about you.

Harry finally got a long rest. He felt as if he had slept for a long, long time. When he woke up again, he even felt a little dazed, unable to tell where he was.

He didn't know until later that this dilapidated and gloomy house located in Spider's End Lane was Snape's home.

At that time, Harry opened his eyes and stared straight at the man standing in front of him, still unattractive, coldly threw the potion he had prepared, and then told him that he would spend all his holidays in the future Being with this person is as much about recuperation as it is about Occlumency.

Well, that's actually what Snape said.

"Dumbledore's brain was probably corrupted by the anti-moth potion. He asked me to teach you Occlumency in an attempt to add some defenses to your almost blank and ignorant little brain," he paused, and then he had malicious intentions. He sneered, "Although I still feel that Dumbledore is talking nonsense."

Snape, who was dressed in black, looked down at Harry, but his silky and deep voice made him stunned for a while, oh, please, don't doubt Snape's aura.

He must have been born to be a Gryffindor.

Thinking of this, Harry shook his head helplessly, Snape was really not a good teacher, no matter his potion or Occlumency was a mess.

Otherwise, I would never be able to get out of the strange circle about "Professor Snape".

For example, after his death, his own Occlumency has never succeeded in getting himself out of the sea of ​​suffering.

023

Four years later

Grimmauld Place

The sound of an alarm suddenly sounded outside the door, disturbing Harry's contemplation. He looked up at his watch only to realize that it was already noon.

He intentionally imitated that man's appearance, making the room without a little sunlight, and the abnormal work and rest schedule completely made Harry lose time.

He didn't know where he touched, but when he saw the appearance of the visitor, he finally showed the first smile these days, and it was Hermione.

Hermione Granger, no, it should be called Hermione Weasley now, and she married Ron Weasley right after the war.

It was a grand event in the wizarding world.

Two war heroes, two close friends of the savior, and even the savior who kept his name anonymous after the war attended a wedding in person. Many people said that they would never forget such a grand occasion in their lives.Probably their love, overflowing with joy, soothed the hearts of many people.

For example, in the Weasley family, Fred died, and then this name became a scar that could never be mentioned in this lively family. No matter how much time passed, it would never heal, just mentioning it was almost numb to the pain.

People can never forget the pain caused by the dead.

In the name of war, countless people died in the war, but who knows how their parents, wives and children will spend the rest of their lives in the neglect of others.

The corners of Harry's lips curled up mockingly, and he sat on the sofa, but unfortunately, he was neither that person's relative nor his friend.

It is almost impossible that even their two names are mentioned side by side.

One student, one teacher; one Gryffindor, one Slytherin; one savior, one Death Eater; one alive, one dead...

No one can transcend life and death.

Not even Merlin.

024

Hermione is a smart woman. Without her, the so-called Iron Triangle of Gryffindor would be just three reckless children who would never achieve great things. However, it is because of her wit that the three children do not know How many times have you gotten out of crisis.

So it's not surprising that Hermione became the fastest rising newcomer in the wizarding world.

However, even such a smart woman has many things she can't do, such as her best friend, the savior Harry Potter.

The sofa in the Grimmauld Square living room was extremely large, and the thin boy was curled up in a corner, his messy black hair almost covered half of his face, which further accentuated the boy's paleness, and his green eyes were hollow and scattered.

When Hermione entered Black's old house, what she saw was just such a scene, which made this upstart of the Ministry of Magic, a woman who had been called a "know-it-all" since she was a child, not know what to say for a moment.

"Harry..."

It was this "golden boy" who almost made all the teenagers in the magic world fanatical, whose down-and-out expression almost revealed despair.

Hermione wanted to talk to Harry about Ron, about the Ministry of Magic, about how people held on to their hopes after the war, as usual.

But Hermione didn't say anything, seeing Harry like this, she couldn't act like nothing had happened.

They all understand that many things can't go back.

No matter how regretful or sad you are.

There is no going back.

025

london street

But anyway, Hermione advised Harry to go out for a walk. She didn't want Harry to stay in the house all the time. There were too many memories of people in this house, and most of them would never come back.

So both of them changed into Muggle clothes and Apparated to a remote corner of the London neighbourhood.

"Hermione, I want to walk by myself, you go back."

Harry smiled faintly at Hermione.

"Okay then, Harry, I'll go back first."

Perhaps Hermione also felt that it was better for Harry to be alone.

The savior was still smiling faintly.

Hermione looked Harry in the eyes and nodded, but burst into tears the next moment she turned around.

Everyone understands that when the war is over, at the price of blood, what remains is more tragic...

Harry was walking in the busiest area of ​​London, surrounded by tall buildings, coming and going