[HP] This deer is not a deer

He was lying on the ground, panting violently, and curled up tightly, regardless of whether the ground was muddy or dirty.

He still can't stop, can't fall...

It's too late.It was indeed too late... There seemed to be nothing left in the darkness, and he saw the Hippogriff hovering in the air above the gate...

Harry stumbled towards the burning house, he walked back, he was still shivering involuntarily, he was aching all over, he was weird, he wasn't hurt so badly yet, but there was a strange sense of detachment, What he really felt and couldn't get rid of was the terrible feeling of being overwhelmed in his chest.

Until he made his way through the terrified crowd to where Dumbledore lay, squatting beside him.

… Harry gazed down at the old, wise face as the locket fell from Dumbledore's pocket.

The lid was open, and there was no patterned logo, nor the ornate "S" mark that is characteristic of Slytherin, and there was nothing inside but a folded piece of parchment tucked tightly in place of the portrait.

He spread out the paper - isn't the real Horcrux here? RAB?who is this

This is not Voldemort's Horcrux.

All in vain.Fangs howled behind him, and Harry crumpled the piece of parchment in his palm, tears blurring his eyes.

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Somewhere in the darkness, the phoenix was singing a moving, pathetic dirge in a way Harry had never heard it before.

Harry didn't know how long they stood there listening, until Professor McGonagall opened the door and walked into the ward. She also had battle marks on her body, with a few scratches on her face and torn robes.

He said to everyone, "Snape killed him."

Everyone began to talk about the messy beginning one after another until the end.They were shocked to find that Snape had deceived everyone, because of Dumbledore's trust, they were all deceived by Snape.Gibbon fell and Bill was badly injured.

Harry stood very still.

Fleur was arguing with Mrs. Weasley, the voices were harsh in his ears, Bill was disfigured, and there might be more dire consequences.

Fleur was yelling at Mrs. Weasley, "...do you think I don't want to marry him? Or do you hope I don't want to marry him? Do I just care what he looks like?...All these scars say my husband is brave of!"

Harry watched, he didn't know what was going on - the two women were suddenly crying into each other's arms.

It's just that Harry's heart was still wandering, and he didn't come back.

"Look! She still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care!" He suddenly heard Tonks say this to Lupine, and he looked at them blankly—

"It's different," Lupine said nervously, barely moving his lips, "Bill isn't going to be a total werewolf. It's totally—"

"But I don't care, I don't care!" said Tonks, grabbing Lupine by the lapel and shaking it. "I've told you a million times..."

"I've told you a million times," Lupine said, avoiding Tonks' gaze, staring down at the floor, "I'm too old for you, too poor... too dangerous..."

Harry was in a daze, the meaning of Tonks' Patronus and her taupe hair... was she in love with Lupin?His eyes fell on them.

"I've been saying it too, your reasoning is ridiculous, Remus," Mrs. Weasley said to Lupine.

"I'm not absurd at all," said Lupine firmly. "Tonks should have someone young and healthy to love him."

"But she wants you, and besides, Remus, young and able-bodied men don't necessarily stay that way forever," said Mrs Weasley.

"It's...inappropriate to discuss this now," said Lupine, looking around in a panic, avoiding everyone's eyes. "Dumbledore is dead..."

Yes, Dumbledore is dead.

All classes are suspended and all exams postponed.

In the headmaster's office, Fox's perch was empty, and a new portrait was added, Dumbledore sleeping in a golden picture frame above the table, half-moon glasses resting on his hooked nose, looking peaceful and peaceful peaceful.

The next morning, the sunny weather seemed to be taunting them, and Hermione seemed to have something to say to Harry, looking a bit disturbed, "...what I'm actually going to say is about...well, about Snape business." She looked nervous at the mention of the name again.

"Then?" Harry slumped back into his chair, trying not to look so powerless.

"Well, what I said about the 'Half-Blood Prince' was not wrong," she said hesitantly.

"Do you have to leave the pot unopened, Hermione?" Why did someone remind him again and again?

"No-no-Harry, that's not what I meant!" she said in a panic. "I mean, I wasn't wrong to say that the book turned out to be Erin Prince's. You know... She's Snape's mother! I dug through what was left of the old Daily Prophet and found a nondescript notice that Eileen Prince was married to a man named Tobia Snape Pu's man, and then another notice that she gave birth to a—”

"—Murderer," said Harry, feeling his breath tremble, little by little, viscerally.

"Yeah... that's right," said Hermione, "so... I was right, Snape must be proud of being 'half a Prince', understand? From the Daily Prophet , Tobias Snape is a Muggle."

"Yeah, that's right," said Harry, "he's pretending to be pure-blood...he's like Voldemort. Pure-blood mother, Muggle father...how come Dumbledore didn't—?"

He paused, looking out the window.He couldn't help but keep thinking about Dumbledore's unforgivable trust in Snape...but as Hermione had just casually pointed out...he still refused to do so, despite the increasingly cruel scribbled spells. Believing that the boy who was once so smart and helped him so much was bad...

Offered him help, and Harry couldn't stand it.

"I still don't understand why Snape didn't expose you for using that book," said Ron. "He must know where you got that knowledge from."

"He knew it," said Harry, "he knew it when I cast the Shadowless Charm. He didn't actually need the Legilimency spell...he probably knew it before then, because Stein Lughorn is always going on about how good I am at potions...he shouldn't have left his old textbook at the bottom of the storage cupboard, should he?"

"But why didn't he expose you?"

"I don't think he wants to associate himself with the book," said Hermione. "I think Dumbledore would be upset if he found out. Even if Snape didn't admit that the book was his Yes, Slughorn would have recognized his handwriting too. Anyway, the book was left in Snape's old classroom, and I'm sure Dumbledore knew that Snape's mother was called 'Prince '."

"I should have shown Dumbledore the book," said Harry. "He's been trying to make me realize how evil Voldemort was at school, and now I can prove that Snape was too—"

"'Evil' is too strong a word," Hermione said softly.

"Didn't you keep telling me that book was dangerous!"

"I mean, Harry, you blame yourself too much. I thought the prince had a cruel sense of humor, but I never would have guessed that he would become a murderer..."

"None of us would have guessed that Snape would... you know," said Ron.

Forget him, forget him... Harry was determined to forget him, but how could he?He killed Dumbledore...

The sun was still warm, and they went outside, where hundreds of chairs were lined up.There was an aisle between the chairs, and in front of it stood a marble table, towards which all the chairs were directed.It was one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer... Blazing white flames shot out from around Dumbledore's body and the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes.

For a split second Harry seemed to see a phoenix soaring joyfully into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and there appeared a white marble tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which it lay. inside...

It seemed that the sun was blinding his eyes.

Dumbledore's will.

He also left them things, a Deluminator, a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet", and a Golden Snitch.

Go find the remaining Horcruxes.

——He had more important things to do, he had more important things to do, and after two months, Harry didn't return to Hogwarts.