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Harry fell to the ground dripping with sweat, panting heavily as he looked at the target in front of him.

He wants to die.Voldemort had failed to kill him, but he was nearly driven mad by the endless training.

Let's take a look at Harry Potter's daily schedule:

Arrive at the headquarters at 08:30 every day, and start busy at nine o'clock.Taking advantage of the paperwork when I am clear-headed in the morning, I will start training after lunch at noon, and I will train mechanically for a whole afternoon.If there is a task or something, then the subsequent arrangement must be moved back, and the task must be given priority.

For such a long time, he has been receiving training. A while ago, he only needed to set aside one hour a day to study, but in the past two months, his training has gradually increased.

getting bigger.

Harry's heart sank more and more.

This meant that the final battle was getting closer, which meant that Snape might have told Voldemort the prophecy he had overheard.

But Harry didn't blame Snape, never did.In fact, in the whole thing, maybe Snape was the one who really had no choice.

From when he entered Slytherin, from when he angrily showed Harry the newspaper, from when Palo Cloud died inexplicably in Spider's End, from when he said that Slytherin was different from Gryffindor By then, he had no choice.

Harry's training was closer to that of a true Auror than any of the other new recruits.As he learned more and more, he also had more and more actual combat training and anti-criminal missions.Harry can be very busy sometimes, he not only has to complete the task, but also juggles the paperwork.

The pressure is not small, but it is still within the acceptable range.

But the problem of sleepiness is beyond tolerance.Harry went to the doctor, but no matter what medicine he took, he couldn't improve his drowsiness.

Harry sat at his desk, dozing off bit by bit like a head-knocker.

The knocking sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" woke Harry up, and he woke up with a jerk. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and found that the marauders were standing in front of his desk.

Everyone has been very busy recently, and it is rare to see the four of them meet.

"Hey, big celebrity." Harry greeted listlessly.

Celebrity James, he is now an anti-black star, a new generation of lone heroes.

"I'm going to be a father, Harry!" James took Harry's hand and shook it violently.

Harry yawned unfortunately, "I know."

James froze: "How do you know?"

Harry choked his breath, "Didn't you just tell me, hehe..."

James, who was still in a state of excitement, didn't pay attention to Harry's reaction. He continued, "We're married."

"Really?" Harry looked at James suspiciously, "I remember you seem to—"

"It was done yesterday!"

James took out a photo from his pocket and put it under Harry's nose, and said excitedly, "We went for an examination yesterday, and the doctor said Lily was pregnant! Then—"

Then Sirius squeezed his throat and said in a false voice: "Oh—could this be a revelation from the heavens, could it be that this is a blessing from fate—"

Remus never picks the lead, he is only responsible for cooperating with the lead bird, and is specially responsible for booing and raising the seedlings.He embraced Sirius affectionately: "Oh—let's get married, for our love, for our crystallization, and for preventing our son from being born as an illegitimate child—"

Peter let out a chuckle, "It would be perfect without the last sentence."

Harry sat on the chair, raised his head and quietly watched Sirius and Remus hugging each other funny.

His gaze made the two of them feel uncomfortable, and the two of them looked at each other and their faces froze, and Remus suddenly withdrew his arm holding Sirius.

Harry glanced at the two with a half-smile, and Sirius suddenly became embarrassed, and he tried to argue, "Harry, we are not...really..."

"Hmm, we know you are innocent." Peter looked at his friends firmly, "But there are only four of us." The implication is that no one believes except the four of them, even Harry Do not believe.

Sirius looked at Harry desperately, his eyes becoming more and more pitiful.Remus shrugged, smiled dispensably, and put his hand on Sirius' shoulder.The other people in the office suddenly showed an expression as if they had confirmed something shocking and top secret.

Ever since last Christmas, it seemed like everyone in the world knew that Sirius and Remus were a couple.If the pair do come together, Alec Vanney's big mouth is a big part of it.

It's just that the rumors have been spreading for more than half a year, and Sirius still says that he is innocent whenever he meets.Remus never explained, which made the situation very confusing and ambiguous, but Sirius still didn't say anything, and gritted his teeth, claiming that he and Remus were just brothers.

Harry suddenly found the situation familiar.He asked, "Don't you think they're actually a good match?"

"This is the golden ratio of twelve centimeters." Peter stared at them intently, and compared their sizes with his hand.

Although Sirius was tall and handsome, Lupine the Werewolf's sturdy height of 1.9 meters was no joke.

Sirius' face turned even grayer, and Remus showed Harry a deep smile, which made his gentle face look a bit more cunning and cunning.

James frantically waved his unattended photos: "Today's focus is obviously the news of my marriage!"

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Lily and James are married.But it's a pity that it's not in May when the spring is warm and everything is blooming.

Their wedding, which was originally scheduled for May 5, was sabotaged by Death Eaters, which completely messed up their wedding, and they had to rush to the Ministry of Magic in October, at the junction of autumn and winter, before their child was born. Registered marriage.

Their original wedding was ruined, and Harry found that almost all the weddings he had attended could not go well.Fortunately, no one was killed or seriously injured.James showed extraordinary lethality at the wedding. He knocked down ten Death Eaters to the accompaniment of the symphony that entered the wedding hall.It's just astounding.

Harry held the photo, which showed them hugging tightly.

The trees behind them were bare, and the ground was covered with dry leaves, dyeing the ground a withered yellow.But their love took root and sprouted among the dead leaves everywhere.

They were wearing plain, black wizard robes, no flowers, no best man and bridesmaid, just the two of them.They just went to the Ministry of Magic together, stood together and made an oath, promising to be with each other for the rest of their lives.

Harry loves this photo.And he knew that he himself had participated in his parents' wedding, in Lily's unobvious belly.

He turned the photo over, and wrote earnestly on the back in his still-not-so-pretty handwriting: October 1979, 10.

Harry looked at the photo over and over again, and finally put it in the big rectangular flat box on the bedside table.

Snape squinted at Harry and snorted mockingly.He was sitting on the bed reading a book, with a large sheet of records, reports, receipts and other materials spread out in front of him.

Harry turned his head and gave Snotluck a hard look, and touched his iron box like a baby before closing the drawer.

That box was Harry's sweetheart.The box has no great significance, it is just a useless tin box left after he ate all the candies in it, and the things in it are Harry's favorite things.

Inside were his two wizarding certificates, and the photo album that Snape had given for his birthday.The photo album was said to be for Snape, but it ended up in a Pot treasure box.There are photos of all of them in the album, all kinds of expressions and funny expressions are collected.

There were also some old photographs of Doria and Charles, and the wedding photo of James that had just been put in.There are also some weird gadgets, some collected candy cards and so on.

The snot-nosed dubbed Harry's childish behavior - unweaned house-play.

The naive little Pot expressed his indignation at this - if you are a snotty, don't eat my milk!

This milk is not that milk, everyone understands.

Harry lay on the bed, silently watching the snotlite sorting out the documents.

He reached out his hand towards Snape, and because of the lack of support from his elbow, Harry lay on his back on the bed, his belly exposed like a coquettish kitten.His hand grabbed a piece of Snape's clothes and rubbed it in his hand.

"Watch your paws."

Pot showed a smile, continued to tug on the snot-nosed man's clothes, and looked at him quietly.

"Pote, you have affected my work." Snape said through gritted teeth.

Harry let go of his hand suddenly.

Snape turned his head to look at Harry somewhat surprised.

Harry withdrew his hands and sat up. He turned out the treasure box in the drawer again, and hugged it to Snape's side again.

Snape snorted like a donkey and went back to rearranging his files.

Pot was like a child who hadn't grown up, sitting beside Snape who was busy, picking and pulling the little bits and pieces in his box, making a rattling sound.Before Snape could yell again, he threw himself on Snape and kissed his ear hard.

Snape's anger subsided instantly.

"These are my treasures. I plan to treat them as my legacy and leave them to... er, buried in Hogwarts?" Harry took his treasures one by one with great interest. Showing it to Snape, he pushed Snape's research materials under the box.

"This is the first gift James gave you, remember? Santa's pendant." Harry held an old and faded pendant up to Snape's face, "You throw it away It's under the sofa."

Snape raised his eyebrows and snorted disdainfully.

Harry picked up another small glass bottle, "This is the first present you gave me."

There was a withered flower in the small transparent bottle, and a red string was tied to the mouth of the bottle.It was not long after Harry and Lily became friends that Snape had to give it away when Lily forced him to do so.It came from an empty potion bottle in Snape's hand, and the dried flowers of the Greenback of Toronto. Snape made a lucky bottle and gave it to Pot.

There is another name for the green back flower of Toronto - Clover of hometown.

Harry turned his head to study Snape carefully.

Snape's nose was getting bigger and bigger, his hair was getting greasy, his expression was getting more and more vicissitudes, and his expression was getting more and more fierce.He is already 20 years old, no longer immature as a student.Well, it’s actually not that vicissitudes, much younger than when he was in his 30s.

Harry leaned over and kissed Snape on the ear.

"Snotlings are stupid."

Looking at Snape who was glaring at him, Harry couldn't help showing a smirk, and kissed his big nose.Looking at him, Harry felt something sprouting and growing in his heart, with lush branches and leaves pressing against his heart, but he found that he couldn't speak at all.

He raised his hand to smooth Snape's hair, and moved his body to lean against Snape's.He wrapped his arms around Snape's neck, kissing his lips reverently.

He had a lot of things he wanted to say to Snape, but he didn't know where to start. He still had a lot of things he wanted to tell Snape, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

He was hugging Snivel on his side, resting his chin on his shoulder, curling the ends of Snape's hair unconsciously with his fingers.He took a deep breath and said softly, "I want to be with you—always—"

They never said any sweet words to each other.Snape took pleasure in satirizing Pott, and Harry took it as a lifelong task to run on snot-nosed ghosts, and even the arrival of the fairy godmother couldn't make them say anything nice to each other.

But Harry just knew, he just knew that Snape loved him.

Snape is a bastard, Snape is a villain, Snape is a gangster.

No one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do.Snape is selfish, indifferent, and does his own way, but he is responsible for making breakfast every morning. He will temporarily put down his research for Harry, and he will become talkative and motherly for Harry.

Harry showed a smug expression, pulling Snape's half-length black hair with his fingers.

He glanced at the clock, it was just after nine o'clock, but he had already started to feel sleepy.He asked Snape lazily with downcast eyes, "What were you doing?"

"Improved wolfbane agent."

"Improved?"

While sorting out the documents, Snape said, "It will make the werewolf no longer have wolf disease when transforming."

"Really? Then let me thank you for Remus first."

The snotlite's hand paused, "I didn't do this for him. And it didn't work out yet."

"You will succeed, and it will be included in the personal biography of Severus Snape master of potions in the future." Pott said confidently, turning the head of the snot and kissing his big nose .

Snape's nose was not very good-looking. His nose bridge was too high, which did not quite meet the aesthetic vision of the British.But he likes Harry kissing his nose, like a little kid hoping his parents love everything about them, even the little flaws that aren't perfect.

Snape showed that subtle expression again, he curled his lips and glared at Harry, "You're not ashamed."

"Hmm, we Potters are quite arrogant." Harry laughed, he couldn't bear the sleepiness and yawned big, turned around and lay on Snape's back and closed his eyes, "Good night. "

Snape put the bauble that Harry had dug out back into the box, and pulled out his research report from underneath, "Go and lie down."

"I won't bother you..." Harry hugged Snape's waist tightly, "Really."

Harry's arm holding Snape gradually relaxed and hung down, his steady breathing was so clearly audible to Snape.

Who said that the road to research is lonely and boring?

Snape looked at his watch. There was no way he could keep working while "dragging" his family.

Harry fell into a deep sleep, with his face pressed against Snape's back, and he didn't wake up no matter what Snape called him.

Snape heaved a sigh of relief, then raised his eyebrows viciously, and stood up straight away.

Harry lost his support and fell onto the bed with a "bang".His hand knocked on the iron box, making a clear muffled sound.

But he showed no sign of waking up.

"Harry? Harry!" Snape slapped his face in panic, but the sleeping person still didn't give him the slightest reaction.

Harry's hands were hanging limply by his side, and there was no expression on his face, as peaceful as if he had died.

1979年10月24日，晚10点15分，哈利第一次陷入了昏迷。