[HP] Chaotic Love

The pedestrian looked hurried.

Maybe you only find your loneliness when you are in the crowd.

Harry sat in the rest area by the roadside, leaning quietly, but his eyes were full of nostalgia.

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Potter's House in Godric's Hollow

Harry walked through the neighborhoods of London and ended up walking and somehow walking back to Godric's Hollow.

The place is now in ruins.

It was also in this ruin that the wizarding world ushered in the biggest turning point in this protracted war.

It was here that their savior became the chosen child of the Dark Lord and defeated him for the first time.

It was also the unusual beginning of Harry's life.

The bones of countless war heroes are buried around this house, in order to demonstrate their contribution to the wizarding world and give them the highest honor.

For any British wizard, this place means a lot, and it has even become one of the memorable places in the history of the wizarding world.

Of course, for the savior Harry Potter, there are other meanings here.

Family.

Harry thought of something and suddenly smiled.

Perhaps even I didn't expect that the place I miss the most is the cold house located in the most chaotic street in London.

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four years ago

Fifth grade is a disaster for most wizarding students, just like senior three is for Chinese students (especially Shandong! Woo~~~~).

But at this moment, Harry would rather read the fifth grade three times than stay in this room for one more second.

There is no doubt that Severus Snape, the professor of Potions at Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin, is definitely more terrifying than a disaster.

When Harry woke up from the coma and the first person he saw was Snape, he had already expressed his breakdown.

Harry opened the note from Dumbledore's owl—it ​​was still in the iconic encircled font, which made people immediately think of the man's old urchin-like temperament—his eyes hurriedly fell to the end of the note, holding back Can't help smiling bitterly.

Hope you enjoy the rest of your time with Severus.

No one can refuse Dumbledore's order.

No matter how much Harry and Snape hated each other.

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Spider's End

Every morning when he woke up, Harry could see two bottles of potions and a breakfast on the bedside at a glance.

Although Harry had always doubted whether Snape would take the opportunity to poison him, but time passed, and Harry quickly changed back to that lively and lively child. Although Snape hated him to death, it hadn't arrived yet To the point of killing him.

To be honest, Harry was surprised at the conclusion he had come to; he had always felt that Snape hated him to death.

Snape's room was darker than anywhere else, cold and eerie.

Harry swore he'd never seen a less homely place than this.

Hmm... well, somewhat better than the cupboard I had at Dries' house.

Every night when he went to bed, Harry had to wrap himself in a thick quilt, and when he got up, he would lie lazily in the bed for a while before he would get up.

But really... so hungry.

Harry sneaked out of the room, only to find that Snape was not in the living room at all, and Harry guessed that the man should be making potions.

It turns out that although Harry is an amazing boy, he still feels hungry when he only eats one breakfast a day.

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In the unfamiliar environment, Harry took a long time to identify the location of the refrigerator.

"Forehead……"

Harry frowned. He seemed to realize that wizards' refrigerators were used to store potions and bug corpses. He closed the door of the refrigerator with a disgusted expression, and couldn't help but slump.

Forced to live in Snape's house and face the possibility of dying of starvation and cold.

Merlin, you are really enough!

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Like a ghost, Snape suddenly appeared behind Harry silently, startling Harry.

"It's fine." Harry replied reflexively.

"I hope I won't see you wandering around here again." After speaking, Snape left Harry's sight with a look of disgust, and then his slightly threatening voice came, "I'll make you want I already feel disgusted by the potion I used, so don't bother me again."

It wasn't until Snape disappeared that Harry realized that he should ask him for food.

Uh, when Snape was making the potion, he asked him for food... Would he just give the dick to himself?

Ever since he was captured that night, Harry had been doing his best to learn to avoid Snape, the true owner of the room.

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But he couldn't completely avoid this man, after all, his purpose of coming here was to receive Occlumency training.

Snape was still wearing the same black clothes for thousands of years, which made people feel oppressed for no reason.

"Basic Occlumency is first and foremost about clearing the mind of thoughts and emotions so that the Legilimency cannot find any emotional connection to the memory that the polygrapher intends to conceal. As for the more advanced, I don't attempt a Lions Club It's done better. Let's see what our savior can do." Snape said mockingly and dangerously, and slowly drew out his wand.

Harry couldn't help tensing his muscles at the sight of Snape's actions.

"One... two... three, Legilimency."

Harry resisted hard, but he still felt a sense of being invaded in his brain.The office suddenly disappeared before his eyes, and one picture after another flashed before his eyes.

No!He resisted hard, not wanting Snape to get into him any more.

Until... meeting Cedric's lifeless eyes.

Harry suddenly felt a little dark in front of his eyes, and he seemed to feel that he had resisted Snape's intrusion.

But what followed was not the office scene, but a long period of darkness.

"Although I shouldn't count on a Potter, just remember, clear your mind and let all emotions go away." Snape looked at Harry with a threatening tone, "You let me go too deep, Get up and carry on!"

After a long time, Harry still didn't respond, and Snape frowned only to realize that the boy actually passed out.

"Damn it!" Snape cursed in a low voice and cast a Checking Curse on the boy.

Malnutrition?

Is this kid out of his mind?I don't even know how to eat!Trolls know they're hungry and have to eat!

The author has something to say: Anyway, there is a bit of jq shadow. . . .Headed here today. . .Forehead. . . .

Children, collect what should be collected, leave a comment if you should leave a comment, and take away what should be taken away~~~~~~ Thank you lazy people. . . orz

☆、Chapter 4

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four years ago

Harry had a wonderful dream that day.

There were delicious apple pies and fat veal steaks in the dream. Harry seemed a little sober in a daze, but he was nostalgic for the delicious food in the dream. He couldn't help rubbing his face against the pillow, wanting to continue the dream .

"Potter, get up."

The delicious veal steak was instantly replaced by Snape's face!

Harry sat up abruptly, only to find that Snape was standing by his bed, his face terribly black.

"How long have you not eaten, you idiot."

Harry shook his head, "I eat whatever is placed by the bed every morning."

"Even those little trolls who haven't gone to school know that they have to eat three meals a day! They only eat one breakfast a day, and you deserve to faint from hunger!" Snape roared angrily.

He had known for a long time that Harry Potter was an idiot whose brain was not as juicy as a mandrake, but he did not expect him to be so stupid as to be beyond ordinary people.

Harry was scared by the growling Snape and shrank back under the quilt. Reflexively, the boy pulled the quilt down under the corners of his eyes, revealing only a pair of green eyes that were spinning around.

I don't know if it's because people become more vulnerable when they are sick or...off-line (!?), Harry retorted innocently, "It's not that you are more scary..."

Snape seemed to be choked by Harry, he stared at Harry sullenly, and Harry almost flinched and put the blanket over his head.

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"Cuckoo..."

Um, there seems to be some strange sound.

Harry realized belatedly that his stomach was growling.

Snape roughly threw a tray to Harry, and Harry finally knew why he always had meat in his dreams, because the room was filled with the strong smell of grilled meat and cheese from pizza.

Harry swallowed, and looked at the food on the right that hadn't even been removed from the takeaway box with some difficulty. Could he say that he was so hungry that he was dizzy and unable to move...

While Harry was still struggling with how to eat the food, Snape had already sat down beside Harry's bed.

Not very gentle, he helped Harry up, and neatly cut the pizza into several small pieces of equal size, as if formulaic, directly choked Harry into his mouth.

When Snape put the last sip of creamy soup into Harry's mouth, Harry felt that his almost choking situation eased.

Harry seemed to be staring at Snape thoughtfully.

"If you know how to be polite you should know not to stare at a person all the time." Snape mocked Harry unceremoniously.

"Suddenly felt that you were very kind to me..." Harry suddenly rolled his eyes, "Of course, it's also possible that I fainted from hunger, so I had hallucinations. In fact, I'm still dreaming now."

Snape replied blankly, "It's the latter."

Then decisively closed the door and left.

Harry's small face was wrinkled into a bun all the time, and he couldn't help but want to complain silently in his heart. Could it be that this man didn't realize that this was a cold joke, and he didn't have a sense of humor at all.

Obviously I'm praising you for being kind to me!

Uh...Harry was startled by his own thoughts...

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Four years later

Harry bowed deeply to the old site of Potter's house, like every one who came to mourn the dead, respectful and deeply saddened.

Then he made his way to the Deep Sea, deep in Godric's Hollow.

Next to the original two tombstones, there are several new graves. Most of the warriors who died in the later stages of fighting Voldemort are buried here.

In order to commemorate the heroes in this great war, all people set up their monuments here - this is the glory of Gryffindor, almost three quarters of the martyrs are from this great academy, In the end, he was also buried in this valley with the same name as Gryffindor.

Countless people have walked here and left their admiration for the dead and blessings for the living.

The headstone was Mr. Dumbledore's tombstone. Harry bowed solemnly to it, but finally stopped at a tombstone next to Dumbledore.

Compared with the flowers in front of other tombstones, the loneliness is scary.

To be honest, this man really wasted this excellent position. Harry stroked the tombstone lightly, and the place where his fingertips touched was icy cold.

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It was a unique tombstone. There was no smiling face of the deceased on it, and there was no lengthy and generous statement on it, only a few short lines.

"Severus Snape

1960.1.9—1998.5.2 aged 38

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Head of Slytherin House;

Potions Master, Spy, Battle Hero"

The handwriting on each tombstone may have some warm memories or words.

Only this man's tombstone is completely cold, without the slightest hint of temperature.

There is no glorious evaluation of his life, no lengthy emotional experience, and no relatives or friends who can really write a tombstone for him.

After Harry said goodbye to his parents and friends, he came to the front of the tombstone. There was a moment of resentment suddenly, but it disappeared in the next second.

"You walked really clean..."

He whispered to the cemetery in a low voice, with some sarcasm in his words, but his face was always full of warmth.

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Harry put down the lily - he'd snatched it from Lily's tombstone.

Like a kid's prank.

In fact, he didn't expect that he would come here, so he didn't prepare flowers in advance, Harry smiled childishly, he knew that Lily would not mind if she was so kind.

Looking at the few lines of writing on the monument, Harry thought to himself, that person probably wouldn't care about these things at all, and would at most mock him for meddling in his own business.

In the later stages of the war, this person was like a demon, training his fighting skills over and over again, and at that time he was always full of anger and dissatisfaction.

The annoying sarcasm always came as expected, and now Harry missed the sarcasm of this hard man.

People don't know how to cherish until they lose it.

The days I spent with that person were really too short.

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Harry pouted and complained dissatisfiedly towards the tombstone, "Professor... Do you really have no nostalgia for this world?"

It's just that the boy's voice was a little choked up.

If the reality is not so cruel, at least I can lie to myself that you won't be so lifeless.

Maybe, I can continue to lie to myself, maybe you once liked me a little bit.

But now, I don't know anything.

I guess, you never liked me, you just couldn't see how helpless Lily's child was.

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"Harry?"

Harry was startled by the sudden appearance of a somewhat hoarse female voice.

"Angelina? You're here too..." Then Harry paused, subconsciously glanced at where Angelina was standing - Fred's tomb.

He almost forgot that Angelina was Fred's girlfriend.

Angelina didn't seem to be as energetic as before, and she was a bit haggard unexpectedly.

Harry almost reflexively thought of the tough and tough female Quidditch captain back then, how high-spirited she was.

It seems that this girl has always been strong, and her happy marriage with George makes people almost forget who her girlfriend was in the first place.

He glanced at Angelina's slightly raised belly, "Congratulations, you're going to be a mother."

"Thank you." Speaking of the child, Angelina smiled softly, but her eyes were still slightly red.

Harry hesitated, but said it anyway, though it didn't feel right.

"Honestly, I know you were surprised when you married George."

"At least we can miss Fred together..." Angelina didn't seem to care, and generously admitted that there was no so-called love between the two, "The dead are gone, and the living must live."

Angelina's tone was chic, but Harry could understand the loneliness in those words.

He looked down at the name on the tombstone in front of him.

It was this old bastard who gave me warmth during my loneliest and longest winter, but left me amidst the splendor. Since then, I have never felt a trace of warmth until the spring flowers are blooming.

After Angelina left, Harry suddenly wondered if Angelina would tell her children stories about his uncle when she gave birth.

In the future, Angelina's children will also be like George, and Fred, and know how his mother loved his uncle.

Harry smiled knowingly at the thought of that scene, which was actually quite happy.

At least there is still a thought, which is much better than having nothing.

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four years ago

"Potter, come out to dinner."

After the savior fainted from hunger in the Occlumency class, Snape began to oversee the daily life of Harry's classmates, eating, sleeping, and studying according to the schedule accurate to the second.

Harry can only say that he is indeed a master of potions, otherwise how could he be so accurate!

After three consecutive days of being spooned by the potions master, Harry finally couldn't stand it anymore, and weakly raised his hands in protest, "Snape...professor, can I be in charge of cooking?"

Snape was stunned for a moment, as if recalling what he saw when he invaded the boy's brain, and the childhood life in Harry's memory, he cursed unconsciously, but he refused to show mercy.

"Of course, your humble potions master's cooking skills obviously can't satisfy our fussy savior. But obviously I wish I could save this time, since I've realized that time is pressing now." He smiled maliciously Laughing, "From then on, these things will be handed over to our savior. There is Muggle currency in the third drawer on the left hand side under the bookcase. I don't think you can buy a dish and lose yourself."

After finishing speaking, our Lord Snake King gracefully turned and left.

Harry pouted, "I just want to save trouble for both of us, the real culprit..."

Then classmate Harry looked at the professor's barren kitchen and the astonishing "abundance" of Muggle currency in the drawer.

Our savior raised a good-looking eyebrow. It seems that he underestimated how rich his professor is.

Harry took out a "big bill" from it, changed his slippers and prepared to go shopping. It seemed that he was bound to take over the responsibility of the house-elf.

So the two of them allocated the housework after being together in this way.

By the way, Harry, do you really have no sense of being a housekeeper in managing money and doing housework?

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Four years later

Harry was reading a book, went to find a cup without looking up, and accidentally broke his own cup.

He expertly played a "restored" and "cleaned up."

All restored.

Harry didn't like updating what he already had.

Because when the old things go away, people are not used to it, most people are like this, and Harry is especially a nostalgic person.

This is true for things, let alone people.

In fact, invading a person's life is very simple. In the final analysis, it is just the accumulation of time day after day and year after year.

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"Dong dong dong."

Harry habitually knocked on the door of the potions room workshop, and of course he was also used to the men inside always shutting the door.

"Professor, what's for dinner?"

"casual."

In fact, the professor yelled like this through the door every day, but Harry still liked to ask a question every day.

I don't know if I like this method of offending the professor, or if it's just a habit.

Habits are a terrible thing.

Harry shrugged.

"Harry, as your professor, I suggest you eat more tomatoes, and don't give me all the carrots, because I don't like them either!"

At some point, the studio in the Potion Room suddenly opened, revealing Snape's unattractive face, who was wearing Slytherin's characteristic smirk.

"I always hoped that you would forget to remind me." Harry responded with the same expression, but the voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

The studio door slammed shut.

The emotionless fake smiles of the people on both sides of the door suddenly became full of warmth when the door was closed.

The author has something to say: The plot is a bit procrastinated. . . .Forehead. . .Everyone is annoyed. . . .

☆、Chapter 5

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Harry leaned groggyly beside the dark tombstone. He was so tired that he lived between hallucinations and waking every day. He could never really relax himself, not even a small amount of sleep.

If you close your eyes, you will be haunted by nightmares, but if you open your eyes, it will be full of devastation.

Between dreams and waking, Harry seemed to be aware of Snape's death, but he couldn't accept the fact that Snape left him.

Illusion and reality overlap, and our savior often indulges in this intermittent illusion.

It seems that the figure of that person seemed to be wandering around him one second ago, but disappeared suddenly in the next moment.

It seems that there is such a moment of loss, which almost makes the sadness collapse and break the embankment.

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Godric's Hollow Four Years Later

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 the desolation 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.

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"Give me your life."

The face in mid-air seemed to be a little clearer, and it was astonishingly beautiful. It seemed that no one could describe such a face.

If it was four years ago, Harry felt that he would almost be intoxicated by such hallucinations, but unfortunately, four years later, he has already understood that appearance is just a deceptive thing.

"it is good."

There was no moment of hesitation, and the tone was extremely firm, as if this exchange had already been imagined thousands of times in his own heart, without thinking at all.

Harry knew it was just a beautiful trap, but Harry agreed without complaint.

Because everything is worth it, this temptation is too charming, he looked down at the thorn pattern on the tombstone in his hand, thinking of the man who never covered the thorns on his body.

Like the courage of a moth to a flame, when the dawn is close at hand, who cares whether the ending will be crushed to pieces.

"You still have the last three years."

The demon god's smile froze in an instant and gradually faded away.

The twist has come, so the real story is about to begin.

The morning breeze lifted the boy's hair, and that smile was like a spring flower blooming for a moment.

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I probably haven't been to the Ministry of Magic for a long time. Looking at the dilapidated magic department in front of him, Harry couldn't help cursing. Can there be anything in the wizarding world that is not dilapidated? Magic is so amazing, but it is very To have some seedy coffee shops, pubs, hotels and the Ministry of Magic...

"Sir, sir."

It was only after being reminded by the staff at the entrance of the Department of Magic that Harry came back to his senses.

"Feel sorry."

Harry's gentle apology made the female staff at work blush.

The original messy hair had grown to the cheeks, and the scar on the forehead was blocked by the broken hair. For a while, the female staff did not recognize the boy in front of her as the famous savior.

"What is your purpose for coming?"

"I'm looking for Mrs. Hermione Weasley."

"You don't have an appointment." The female staff couldn't help frowning when they heard that Harry was looking for Hermione.

"I think so, what's the problem?" Harry didn't mention his identity to the girl. As the savior, he didn't need any appointment even if he wanted to see the Minister of Magic.

Because, even in the entire wizarding world, there is no one more important than the savior.

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But Harry seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of the girl.

"Sir, you misunderstood. It's not your problem, but Mrs. Weasley... She hasn't come to the Ministry of Magic these days."

The girl from the Ministry of Magic told Harry the result of his trip without even looking at the schedule.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry was a little depressed when he heard that his friend hadn't come to work for a few days. What's the situation.

The girl smiled, "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley has been recuperating at home these days because she is a little uncomfortable due to pregnancy."

Harry seemed surprised for a moment, then nodded to the girl with a smile, "Thank you very much, then I don't think I need to continue to register."

"Goodbye."

Harry left after speaking, but the two little girls just kept whispering after Harry left.

Seeing Harry walking away, the girl talking to Harry said to the colleague standing beside her, "The man who was looking for Mrs. Weasley just now is so handsome."

"Looking for Mrs. Weasley..." The girl next to her seemed to think of something.

"what happened?"

"Do you remember why the Weasleys have such a high reputation?"

"Savior..."

The girl was taken aback, then looked at the other girl and said in a trembling voice.

"You mean, the one who was talking to me just now is!!! Harry Potter!"

Lazy man: Harry son, you scare the beauty~~~~

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Burrow new house

A rather luxurious small house was built beside the original burrow.

The two owners of the house are both high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic. They didn't need money when they came here, and they came here to reward those heroes of the Ministry of Magic who were born and died, so they provided this kind of residence for free. After Hermione's careful management, Although the small residence for two people occupies a small area, it still has a bit of style.

"Hi... Hermione."

Harry rushed to his friend's house as soon as he heard that Hermione was pregnant. Since the end of the war, the usually gloomy boy looked at his friend sitting on the recliner with a rare smile, and Ron who was smirking beside him.

"Congratulations, how many months?"

"It's been less than two months since I found out." Hermione smiled softly, like... like a real mother.

Ron responded with a smile, and he patted his friend on the shoulder freely, "Harry, you are going to be the godfather of your children."

"of course."

Harry smiled happily, just like when the three of them stayed together at Hogwarts before the war broke out, pure and simple, without any grayness.

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Hermione's smile was so maternal, and Harry knew how this little life that was about to be born would gather thousands of pets, which was admirable.

It reminded Harry of his mother's smile in the magic mirror in the first grade, and then he naturally thought of that man.

Harry had always known that Snape loved his mother.

It originated from an adventure four years ago... in Snape's study where my own curiosity was too much.

His relationship with Snape, which had just improved, had turned rocky again.

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four years ago

The savior student came to the place where the two of them were training ahead of time, and Snape seemed to be stuck in the laboratory and hadn't come out yet. Harry couldn't help being surprised that he didn't know when he started to treat Snape's special training so actively.

I don't know if this can be regarded as the harvest of my trip to Spider's End Alley.

At this time, Harry was still staying in Spider's End with Snape, and the reason was still for Occlumency training.

Teenagers are always like this, and they have a strong curiosity about unknown things. In fact, Harry didn't deliberately explore something first.

He didn't even know what a Pensieve was...

Unable to resist the temptation, Harry approached the gleaming Pensieve and inadvertently read the memory inside - about one of Snape's girl-next-door.

If the girl's name hadn't been so familiar to Harry, Harry might have just laughed it off.

However, that child's name was Lily Evans.

For a long time, the name was an unspoken name between Harry and Snape.

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At that time, Harry didn't think too much about it. At that time, he was just surprised to know that his mother and Snape knew each other.

He stood on the sidelines silently, looking almost in amazement at the low self-esteem, timidity, and yearning for warmth of the boy who was not very good in his memory.

I am too familiar with that feeling, and almost spent the first 11 years of my life waiting.

Waiting for a hope, a hope that can change your life.

It's better to have hope than no hope.Those who believe in hope, no matter how bad the situation, will not be cornered.

Harry's hope was the wizarding world, and Snape's hope was Lily.

Years later, their results were similar, they both gave everything they had for their hopes, Snape lost his life, Harry lost Snape.

Of course Harry couldn't see the ending at that time, but when he saw the boy getting to know the girl almost awkwardly, Harry was sure that Lily must be different in Snape's heart.

Maybe others didn't know it, but Harry knew how it felt to feel hopeless like that.

Both hope and disappointment torment, but hope tends to torment longer.

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After all, Harry was still young at that time, maybe he thought a lot, but he didn't really notice the relationship between his mother and Snape, that's right, his eyes had already been taken away by the next scene, which was about Snape Scene after the OWLs in fifth grade.

The most unforgettable memory of Snape's life.

It was a farce, a naked humiliation.

Harry almost wanted to pull out his wand and put a bunch of Cruciatus on the arrogant kid, even though the nasty kid was the father and godfather he had always admired.

It took him a long time to realize that it was just a memory, something that the old man had already done.

The most terrible ending in this world is not a tragedy that hasn't happened yet, but a tragedy that has already happened, but you can't change everything.

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A curse was like a sharp sword across Harry's ear, and then, he saw the angry eyes of the man beside him, and Harry trembled slightly.

Snape's black pupils burst out with fierce and ruthless light, that ferocious look seemed to swallow Harry's whole body, Harry didn't want to shrink back from these eyes, but the aura made him He stuck to the spot and didn't move an inch.

Abandoning the rigidity, rigor, and coldness of the past, it was the first time Harry saw such a vivid Snape, but this vividness made him feel scared.

"I..." came in by accident.

Harry wanted to explain, but then realized he had nothing to explain?

If this man really wants to punish himself, at most he deserves it.

He had never seen that Snape so angry.

In fact, Snape has never been really angry in his eyes, and his eyes are usually full of disdain, indifference or contempt. It seems that few people are really in his eyes, born with... aloofness.

But in the face of a really angry Snape... Harry even felt that such a Snape frightened him.

"Sorry...professor, sorry..."

Harry lowered his head, but kept repeating the word in a daze. He didn't know whether it was because he peeked at the professor's memory, or because of his father's ugly crime. In the Pensieve, he saw his father's last Let him despise the memory.

He didn't even want to believe that that arrogant and arrogant man could be his father.

Snape pointed at Harry angrily, "Get out!"

Harry stumbled and ran back to his own small room, his back almost fled.

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Harry admired his father a lot, and always had. Although that man never personally participated in Harry's life, Harry always took James Potter as his goal in life.

James Potter, he is an excellent father, husband, and even a real man and hero, but Harry can't accept the boy's arrogance, no one is born superior, everyone is like this, how can he To insult the professor like this, it is obvious that he... is kind.

Harry froze, realizing for the first time that he really had this man on his side.

Obviously he is so... an unbelievable look.

Well, Harry, you know, he's a nice guy, and he's been really nice to you.

Even if in the final analysis it is because of your mother, Lily Evans, a girl who is too perfect to be envied.

It wasn't until this moment that Harry began to seriously think about how important Lily would be in that man's heart.

He walked to the mirror in the dormitory, and what he saw in his eyes was the emaciated boy—there were traces of childhood abuse on his body, with a pair of ugly black-rimmed glasses hanging on his face, and his clothes still didn't fit very well. Potter's features were nearly identical.

Harry almost hated himself, he took off his glasses tiredly, and leaned against the corner slumped.

The instantly blurred world made him conditioned to get closer to the mirror