94 hp Diagon Alley

"Are you going to save the old bat?" Ron asked inconceivably in the tunnel. "He's a bad guy through and through. He killed..."

"He didn't kill Dumbledore." Gwen subconsciously retorted, using her remaining hand, which was good, to pour the white essence in her pocket into the deep hole.He didn't even notice that the magic binding his tongue had failed.

All three were a little shocked, but since Dumbledore might indeed be alive, what was impossible?They crawled out of the tunnel, neither talking, and Harry wondered if Ron and Hermione were like him, still ringing with Voldemort's voice in their heads.

You let your friends die for you instead of coming up to me.I'll be waiting in the Forbidden Forest for an hour... an hour...

Small parcel-like objects were scattered on the grass in front of the castle.It was only about an hour before dawn, and it was still pitch black all around.The three of them hurried to the stone steps.A long log the size of a small boat lay before them, and both Gropp and the giant who had just attacked him were gone.

The castle was eerily silent, and there was no flickering of light, nor crashing, screaming, or shouting at the moment.In the deserted foyer, the stone slabs were bloodstained, emeralds were still strewn about, there was broken marble and splintered wood; part of the banister was blown off.

"Where's everyone?" said Hermione softly.

"The Great Hall, just now Aberforth said that the wounded are there." Ron led the way to the Great Hall.Harry stopped at the door.

The academy tables were gone, and the auditorium was packed.The survivors stood in groups of three and four, hugging each other.The wounded were gathered on the high platform, Madam Pomfrey and a group of assistants were treating them.Firenze was also injured. He was bleeding profusely from one side of his body. He could no longer stand up and lay there trembling.

Seriously injured patients lay in a row in the center of the auditorium.Harry couldn't see Fred because his family surrounded him.George knelt beside Fred's head, Mrs Weasley lay on Fred's chest, and Mr Weasley stroked her hair.

"How do you feel, Freddie?" George asked softly, afraid his twin would shatter like glass.

Fred snorted twice.

"I should have stayed by your side," continued George. "I should have covered you—"

"...It's the same." Fred continued to hum.

"What did you say? Dude."

"...I say, George, we're exactly the same again now... Mom" ​​said Fred weakly.

George Weasley laughed a couple of times at first, then he put his head on Fred's and laughed and burst into tears.

"It's broken now..." Fred said to his tearful mother with a smile, "Mom, you're going to...not tell us apart again."

Ron and Hermione walked away without saying a word to Harry.Harry saw Hermione walk up to Ginny and hug her, whose face was swollen and covered in grime.Ron walked up to Bill, Fleur and Percy, and Percy put his arm around Ron's shoulders.As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry could see clearly the two makeshift beds lying beside Fred: Remus and Tonks, equally pale and motionless, with their arms still in place. Hold each other tightly.

Harry staggered back from the doorway, and the Great Hall seemed to fly away, shrinking and shrinking.He couldn't breathe.He didn't have the courage to look at other people, to find out who else was hurt or even died for him.He didn't dare to meet the Weasleys, didn't dare to look them in the eye, if he had surrendered himself from the start, maybe everyone would have been alright...

He turned and ran up the marble stairs.Lupine, Tonks...how he wished he didn't feel...how he wished he could tear out his heart, his guts, all screaming inside him...

The castle was deserted, and even the ghosts seemed to join the mourning crowd in the Great Hall.Harry kept running forward, clutching the crystal bottle full of Snape's last thoughts tightly in his hand, and he didn't slow down until he reached the stone beast outside the principal's office.

"Password?"

"Dumbledore!" Harry shouted without thinking, because Dumbledore was the person he wanted to see most in his heart.To his surprise, the stone beast slid aside, revealing the spiral staircase behind.

Harry rushed into the circular office to find that something had changed.The portraits on the walls are empty.None of those principals and principals stayed here.They all seemed to have fled, rushing forward along the pictures lined up on the castle walls, trying to see what was going on.

The stone Pensieve is still in the cabinet as usual.Harry moved the large stone basin engraved with runic symbols on the top of the basin to the table, and poured Snape's memory into it.It was a relief to escape into someone else's mind...even what Snape left him couldn't possibly be worse than his own.The memory was swirling, silvery white, and strange in shape. Harry no longer hesitated, and with a mentality of ignoring and giving up completely, he plunged into it, as if it would relieve the pain of a knife in his heart.

Gwen's mind was in a mess right now.

With one hand being so inconvenient, she had to cast a spell on herself just now, trying to repair the broken bone.But her healing spells were as good as Lockhart's, and she got her arms crooked.But this is better than one hand.

Gwen mechanically poured bottle after bottle of baixian, red new skin and tender meat grew on the wound, and white smoke was steaming.She pried open Snape's clenched jaw again with her wand, and poured a vial of "expensive" Shell Cottage blood tonic into it.His body was almost freezing, and his heartbeat was so weak that it could almost be ignored.

The Elder Wand... No wonder Dumbledore insisted on designing Snape to kill him. Perhaps he had thought of Voldemort's pursuit of power, and the terrible Dark Lord would definitely try to get the most powerful wand in the legend.No wonder Dumbledore sent her, because he also anticipated the legend that Voldemort was afraid of the Elder Wand - he didn't even think he could use the Elder Wand to kill its real master, Snape.But he was wrong, because Snape didn't kill Dumbledore at all.

The Elder Wand would never have belonged to Voldemort.

He was doomed to lose the battle.

It wasn't until this moment that Gwen had a premonition of victory for the first time.

Damn, this snake is poisonous.She recovered from the scary black that was spreading from the wound on Snape's throat, stretched out two fingers, and snapped her fingers to call for her helper.

He fell headfirst into the sun, his feet on the warm earth.He straightened up and found himself in a mostly deserted playground.A large chimney towered impressively in the distant sky.

He knew where he was now, a place he either loved or hated.In fact, there is no place he really likes, even for Hogwarts, he has a deep dislike.

Snape looked down at himself, his hands were clean and free of blood.He was still wearing a black cloak that had lasted for ten years.

That's barely acceptable, he thought.At least I wasn't wearing a maternity shirt and jeans that were too short.

There is a girl on a swing.

Snape's footsteps stopped, his heart was full of anticipation, but his actions were a little timid.

The girl was swinging higher and higher on the swing, and when the swing reached the highest point, she let go of her hands and flew into the air. She was really flying, laughing and jumping into the sky.Instead of falling hard on the asphalt of the playground, she glides through the air like an acrobat, stays there for a long time, and finally lands very lightly on the ground.

I must be dead.Snape said to himself, so I'm back here.

Lily walked towards the bush where Snape was hiding and picked up a fallen flower.She didn't seem to see Snape at first, which made him feel comfortable enough to give up the idea of ​​walking away.

But then Lily spread her hand out in front of him, the petals opening and closing in her palm like some weird, multi-layered oyster.

"Hello, Severus."

Snape's throat clogged, he didn't know how to react.It was a while before he lifted his lips and said in a barely audible voice, "Hello, Lily."

"Frankly, I didn't expect to meet you so soon." She put the flowers back in the bushes and looked up at the old friend in front of her. "You don't look well, Severus."

Yes, he had just had his throat bitten off by a venomous python.thought Snape.

"You're still not very chatty." Lily giggled, "You were like this when you were in school."

Snape felt that he hadn't had this kind of emotion for many years. In front of this girl who was younger than all his students, Snape was at a loss, as if he had turned back into that shy and unlovable strange boy again.

Lily turned, bounced back to the swing, and waved to him.

Snape thought he must be possessed by ghosts, or he was sure he was dead, so he took the first step without hesitation.Sitting on the empty swing next to Lily, he thought himself very funny.But none of these can match the joy of seeing his best friend again.

"Is Harry okay?" Lily asked innocently. "I saw him once three years ago."

Snape pursed his lips.

"You seem to have swallowed a slug, Severus." Lily sighed. "Is it so difficult for you to compliment him?"

"He has your eyes." Snape opened his mouth with difficulty. "The rest is exactly the same as Potter."

Lily giggled again, "He