When the savior is no longer the savior

"(HP Colleagues) Being the Savior Is No Longer the Savior" Author: Chu Hanyiqing [End + extra episode] Introduction:

If Harry Potter had the opportunity to go back to the past, but Voldemort did not exist in this past, what kind of story would it be?

Voldemort does not exist in this world.

There will be no savior in this world.

——They are all outsiders.

"I give you the right to make your wishes come true."

"I pray."

"Everything ends where it began, no wars, no sacrifices."

"What can you give?"

"Anything."

Cp: ​​Snarry

Long HE.

The main drama is slightly abused, and it changes every day.

Content tags: HPFantasyMagic

Search keywords: Protagonist: Harry Potter┃Supporting role: Severus Snape

the end and the beginning of everything

"I give you the right to make your wishes come true."

As if waking up from a long slumber, in the silence, Harry Potter suddenly realized that he heard such a voice.

Shouldn't I be on my way to Godric's Hollow?Am I in a dream now?Why did you come to this ghost place?Harry thought irritably—the environment without a single light, and correspondingly he couldn't see anything at all, was really depressing, and he replied casually: "Wish? A silly trick."

"You have the right to obtain a wish, as long as you pay the corresponding price." The voice was so steady that no trace of emotion could be heard.

Harry tried to break free from the dream, but failed; tried to control his body, but failed; tried to recall how he entered the dream, but still failed.He said angrily, "It sounds ridiculous."

"This is your only chance, so, give up?"

Of course give up, what the hell!Harry sneered at himself in his heart, but it was as if an invisible wand hidden in the darkness had locked his throat, preventing him from uttering a single syllable.

"Give up?" the voice repeated faithfully.

Give up?

Give up?

Give up?

Harry grinned to himself in the dark.Well, whatever the hell it was, whatever it was that brought him here, whatever else was hiding in the dark, it—or they—was right, and he couldn't say no to it, even if it looked So ridiculous, so evil.

"...No." He closed his emerald green eyes in the dark. Today, the once dazzling color has long been dimmed like gray, only showing numbness due to excessive pain, "No, I hope . . . I beg—”

"Pray for what?"

"Everything ends at the beginning, there is no war, no sacrifice..." Harry was in a trance, and once again saw those people who had been far away fell in front of him in various gestures, Mom and Dad, Sirius, Dumbledore , Lupine...

Even the one he had always hated, and thought he hated himself as much - perhaps it did - Snape, he would probably never forget, in the Shrieking Shack, the man who had fallen stiffly, with Pale, twitching fingers tugged at his robes.He said: Look...at...me.

Lookat...

Harry jerked himself out of the memory.

They had sacrificed one by one to protect him—but what about him?

He was the one to die—the one who had to die.If you could choose, if you could choose...

"Everyone can be happy, at least live in peace..."

"What can you give?" the voice asked.

pay what?Harry woke up suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked around, but of course he still couldn't see anything.So……

——pay for what?

A smile appeared on his pale face, and his emerald green pupils shone with joy for the first time: "Anything (all)."

"Then, health and happiness."

"The contract is established."

london orphanage

The soft morning light shimmering with golden light finally broke through the thick gray fog that had covered the sky for five consecutive days this morning.

This is winter in London: white snow covers the road and the branches on both sides. In the cold wind, there is a "pop" sound from time to time, which is the mournful cry of the dry branches being crushed.Although the scorching sun rarely appeared, it could not erase all the gray fog that persisted in the sky—this has become a characteristic of this place—it could only let its own light and warmth be weakened by these hateful fog layers. Then, full of regret, I illuminate all that I can illuminate.

Of course, including the child who slept in the confinement room of the Shengen Orphanage.

Harry woke up with another cough.

He curled up in the worn but not too thin quilt with a tired face, raised his hands and bent over almost familiarly, making a cough that made himself not too uncomfortable - at least he didn't feel suffocated so quickly come pose.

It has been four years since he came to this world, and he is now six years old—the two years before he was unconscious, and he couldn't tell whether it was his consciousness that was still sleeping, or whether he actually invaded someone's body, but... …

Harry reached out to tap the hardwood, damp and musty side of the bed, and performed a wandless spell softly and deftly: "Time reveals."

A line of green characters flowed smoothly in mid-air.

12.10.1986

The exact same age and birthday as his previous life, as well as the same location of the Leaky Cauldron and the same people—this is the past, a different past.

Because there is no Voldemort here, and there is no Boy Who Lived.

Harry exhaled lightly, tapped the edge of the bed again to withdraw his magic, got up and walked to the southeast corner of the room, which was less than five square meters, where there was a small washroom - with a mirror attached and a sink standing .

After quickly brushing his teeth and washing his face in the freezing cold, Harry cast a warming spell on himself—Merlin, over the years, he has used this spell almost more than he did in those battles. The spell is still proficient-look up at the oval mirror with a missing foot on the wall in front of you.

Even though it had been four years, Harry was still not used to it - to his own face.

How should I put it, he still has a head of unruly black hair - but it is undoubtedly much better than the mess like a bird's nest before, and he still has a pair of emerald green eyes - which has not changed, but there is no scar on his forehead - Of course not—the contours of the face weren't quite the same as before, but more... softer, just like his mother, Lily.

Harry put his hand over his forehead, trying to convince himself he'd gotten used to the face, and anyway, it was always a good thing that he was more like them.

Afterwards, Harry didn't spend any more time on his appearance, he turned around and put on the white-washed overcoat at the end of the bed, and went to another corner of the room, continuing to boil the potions and aging potions in the cauldron.

It will take about half a day.Harry reckoned.It was almost after dinner, and when the time came, he would cast a few spells to dispel Muggles here, and add a confusion spell to be sure, so that he could go to Diagon Alley to buy potions for coughing with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Harry belatedly found himself coughing again—well, from three years ago, or two years ago? ——Anyway, since then, he has been coughing every day, all the time, all the time.

Merlin on!This kind of situation is really unbearable. Even if he paid the price of his health when he signed the contract with that "unknown", he never thought it would be so bad...

No, no, shouldn't have said that.Harley's movement of cutting the potion stopped.

It's not bad - there is no Voldemort, and no one sacrificed for anything, so it can't be said to be bad anyway... Besides, he still has the magic power of his heyday, which is really a surprise - at least when he discovered it at the beginning At that time, he really felt so.

And the cough, compared to the unexpected joy, is considered an unexpected flaw.Comparing what he got and what he lost, Harry calmed down and continued with the work at hand. Not long after, he heard a click and an indifferent voice from the side: "Today's food!"

Harry turned around, and the nun who delivered breakfast had left, and there was a tray on the floor with a small glass of milk and five slices of slightly burnt bread.

Harry was glad he hadn't had a good appetite for years.

Not intending to really live on these foods for a day - he just couldn't hold on to the appetite of a bird - Harry stuffed the whole thing into his stomach for breakfast, and then went back to the cauldron to pay attention to the aging agent. Cooking, nearly half of his property is in this crucible, if it fails...

Harry shivered, and began to be more and more cautious, and even couldn't help but think that it would be great if Hermione could cook it for him at this time. Of course, Professor Snape would be even better, but...

Harry hesitated a little.

But let Professor Snape brew the potion for him, no matter how you think about it, it's impossible, he hates - hates - him so much, but in the end...

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to drag himself out of the memory.

Forget about it!he warned himself.This is a new world, his parents are not dead, of course Professor Snape will not be a double agent for his mother, protect his most hated little troll, and even maintain his infamy to be misunderstood by everyone, Until the moment before death—all these things never existed in this world.

So, what he has to do now is to boil a few aging potions, and then buy a potion for coughing, and then go to Godric's Hollow or Grimmauld Place to see, far away, or... can see some ?

Harry showed a small smile, and the action of concocting the potion became three points brisk.

He would soon see them, and see them safe and happy.

Even, that kind of happiness has nothing to do with him.

The golden red of the sunset dyed the earth.

The Leaky Cauldron, which was sandwiched between a large bookstore and a record store, was still small and messy. Harry pulled his cloak and walked into the bar. After greeting Tom with a smile, he came to the small patio behind the bar. Hold out your wand and tap three times on the brick wall.

Brick walls opened, archways appeared, and then there was an endless road paved with cobblestones and various shops standing on both sides of the road.

Diagon Alley.

Hearing his own sigh, Harry pulled his cloak subconsciously again, and then went straight to the pharmacy in Diagon Alley - no matter what, he must get rid of that annoying cough first!

"For a cough?" The drugstore owner looked at Harry.

"Yes, sir," Harry replied.

"Is there a prescription from a therapist?" asked the pharmacist.

"I don't think so," said Harry, watching the pharmacist frown, and went on hastily, "They're not cheap, you know. And I don't think that's a problem for you."

"True." The drugstore owner muttered, "Of course I know, their charges are always—well, not cheap." Saying this, the drugstore owner waved his wand at Harry, and then looked at the magic color of the tip of the wand.

Harry resisted not hiding.

The owner of the pharmacy snorted, "Young man, your health is not very good. But the cough is really just a small problem." He said and took a bottle of bright purple potion for Harry from the cabinet behind him.

"Five Sickles and Twelve Nats, thank you for your patronage. You can try the effect here."

"Of course, thank you." Harry said, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the potion, then—

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" His face quickly switched between green and red, and Harry coughed uncontrollably—the taste is really not very good, bitter, spicy, fishy, ​​or a mixture of the three?

The drugstore owner waited for Harry for a while: "The taste is not very good, but the effect is good." He smiled and pointed to the bottom of the long-necked crystal bottle in Harry's hand, "SS, Severus Snape , the potions professor at Hogwarts, the youngest master of potions, his potions are not the best sellers here, but in terms of effects, they definitely rank among the top three—the taste is a bit weird. Hey , this is of course the original taste of potion, good medicine tastes bitter. But you know, people nowadays always prefer sweet strawberry flavor, clean lemon flavor, even if they have to pay more healing time and a little bit The side effects — I mean, being candid isn’t always nice sometimes because it’s snarky, even though it works.”

The drugstore owner sighed: "But I don't think you understand this, young man. Speaking of which, how do you feel?"

Harry was silent for a moment, he clenched the crystal bottle in his hand, and said gently: "No, I think I understand... things with a beautiful appearance can always make people feel good and trust easily. On the contrary, those that are not so beautiful are always It will lead to more misunderstandings. We are used to neglecting the inside...and are prone to make mistakes again and again." He paused, "I feel fine now, thank you for the potion, sir."

After speaking, Harry paid the money, took the things out of the pharmacy, and walked until it was completely dark. Then he avoided the crowd and came to a hidden and dark alley, took out his wand, and whispered forcefully: "Phantom Apparate!"

It was night, the sky was empty, and the sky was full of stars.

Harry was standing on Godric's Hollow, and just outside Lily and James' house - he couldn't go wrong, because he had been here countless times.

It was a secluded and secluded corner outside the house, surrounded by knee-high bushes and not a small wood, so Harry was not in danger of being spotted, so he just stood there, even forgetting to put a ignore spell on himself , I just looked straight at the orange light coming out of the window not far away, and of course, there were also the vague voices and laughter that sneaked over by the wind.

Harry suddenly felt some pain in his eyes.

He lowered his head, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, wondering how long he hadn't expected—didn't dare to expect—the lights in his home and laughter.

Every time, every time he came here, he could only face the cold tombstone, recalling the voice he could hear when he met the dementor.

that pain.

However, because of the scarcity of memories, even the pain can actually be sweet.

Powerless and cowardly.

Yes, he ended up killing Voldemort.But so what?Without them, his parents, Dumbledore - the great old man, Snape - the bravest man he'd ever met, Sirius, Lupine, Moody, the twins, without them, he Unable to achieve victory.

Voldemort was killed by him.But the reason why Voldemort was able to be killed by him was the result of so many people helping him, and the result of so many people sacrificing to help him.

He can't live up to it.

Therefore, he chose Avada Kedavra, and left calmly beside his parents' tombstone in Godric's Valley, for the complete destruction of Voldemort.

And now, there was no Voldemort, no war, just real people, his parents—his parents who lived in peace and happiness, at home, in his home.

—that was his home.

There is his most important family, who would rather give everything for it.

In the darkness of the tree shadows, Harry lost his mind and walked towards the manor shrouded in warmth almost devoutly.

Closer, closer.

Harry could hear loud laughter from around the room, saying "Il baby is so smart".You can also see the fireplace burning in the French windows half covered with curtains, and of course the people around the fireplace are——

boom!The silent wave of magic woke up Harry, who came under the window unconsciously.

Harry was startled suddenly, at a loss as to what to do, when Sirius yelled loudly from inside the room: "Who's outside!?"

It's the godfather!Just as Harry was thinking excitedly, he saw the door being opened, and a figure ran out quickly, and then—then pointed his wand directly at him, and there was a "fluorescent flash" and a "quickly imprisoned".

Harry's mind was blank, and the instinct accumulated over the years of fighting prompted him to raise his hand to cover his face, then quickly dodged the confinement spell by leaping to the side, and then shook his arm to let the wand in his arm slide into his palm: "Apparate!"

"Sirius?" James hurried out of the room, "What happened?"

"A little mouse, it came out of nowhere." Sirius withdrew his wand, frowned, and replied with some disgust.Light from the window illuminated his face.

This is a 26-year-old young man with black hair and gray eyes, handsome and proud, with an innate elegance and unruly that is more conspicuous than elegance.

"Hey, brother, don't think too much, maybe it's just a mistake?" James shrugged and reached out to pat Sirius' arm.

"Crossed in? Misappeared and left after seeing the master!" Sirius snorted, "James, you are the captain of the Aurors, and you will always offend some—" He curled his lips, revealing between his brows Expressing a kind of contempt and disgust when seeing a slug, "——scum."

"I understand, I understand." James said again and again, "Okay, go in first, El will be angry when he sees that the godfather is not here."

The lines on Sirius' face suddenly softened: "Of course, Il learned the first little magic today - he's much better than you were back then." He said with a smile, and walked into the house with James. After seeing the person walking out from the inside, his face suddenly sullen.

James on the side is obviously not natural either.

The person who came out was the first to snort, and said in a silky voice: "Mr. Black ran so fast—didn't anyone stay behind?"

Sirius twisted his face slightly, and was about to retort when he was interrupted by the red-haired woman who came out: "Severus, are you sure you won't stay any longer?"

Snape turned his head to look at Lily. After seeing the eager expectation and sincere persuasion in those emerald green pupils, he frowned, but there was some warmth in his dark eyes: "No, I should go. gone."

Lily didn't give up: "So next time? Can I invite you again? Severus, my friend."

Sirius turned his face aside and snorted heavily.

Snape turned his head and sneered back, then stared at his friend - his former love.

"I think," he paused, quickly as if making up his mind for himself, "that's not necessary—or if it's just you, Lily, and see you next time." Apparated.

After a brief silence, the manor in Godric's Valley soon became lively again. The soft and bright light sent out gentle whispers, sneaking into the mountains, together with the singing of insects and birds, it was the unique gentleness of the night.

Time went back to when Harry left.

Dim alleys, faint lights, strong smell of alcohol... and whispers from nowhere.

Harry staggered, feeling some pain in his arm, and it seemed to be a little sticky, as if he had been injured in the Apparation - but at least he didn't leave any part of his body, was he lucky, wasn't he?You know, among the three elements of Apparition, not only was he not calm, but he even had a target... Harry looked around and twitched his lips to make sure that no matter where it was, it was definitely not his target.

Because he has never been here.

Taking a breath in a low voice, Harry handed the wand to his left hand, and then applied two consecutive Healing to the painful parts, and changed the robe on his body into ordinary clothes before walking outside.

Walking out of the corner, and turning the corner again, Harry walked into a dimly lit, outdated bar with outdated facilities, but apparently still crowded.

The boss behind the bar didn't seem surprised when he saw Harry coming out, he just raised his eyebrows and said, "Aha, it's over? — How many drinks are enough?"

Harry, who was about to cast the Confusion Charm, quietly put away his wand, did not refuse the boss's suggestion, nodded and went to the corner to sit down.The effect of the aging agent will not disappear until midnight, and he still has enough time.

After a while, a large glass of yellow beer with froth was placed on the round table.

Harry thanked him in a low voice, and after taking a few sips of the drink, his body quickly warmed up, even his eye sockets.

He didn't ignore it—of course he couldn't ignore it. Just now, his godfather pointed his wand straight at him, stared at him with strange disgust, and regarded him as an intruder with malicious intentions.

...who said no?

"Il Baby".

They finally reappeared, only not his anymore.

He was Harry Ravens, not Harry Potter.

He is an intruder.

Harry raised his hands to cover his face, he sat in the corner, listening to the various voices in the bar, feeling tired and embarrassed.

Because of the unstoppable warm liquid gushing from the eyes.

Spider's End

Snape, who had just come out of the Leaky Cauldron, was in a bad mood.

reason?

Is there anything else?James Potter, Sirius Black!Aha, or maybe you could add James Potter's imp, the Il Potter who looks exactly like his father!That arrogant, arrogant, self-righteous, unrepentant, always thinking that he is right is the right bastard——

...but Lily.

In the darkness, a trace of pain flashed across Snape's eyes.

Even if it wasn't me, why did it have to be him?Why does it have to be James Potter?

... Lily.

Not far away, there was the sound of drunks playing, and several figures were chattering at the end of the alley.

Snape's expression was even more gloomy when his thoughts were interrupted. He passed a few drunks without looking sideways, and was about to walk to his home, but he was bumped into by several people.

"Wait, uh, wait..." The man who bumped into Snape pulled his coat and whispered in a vague voice, "Professor..."

professor? — would call him that, a wizard?Despite drinking a lot, Snape still sensitively grasped the words that leaked from the young man's mouth.He grabbed the opponent's arm and pulled him away slightly, but when he saw the opponent's face clearly, he felt his heart skip a few beats.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"This person talked to us a long time ago, and he took all the money!"

The few people who were pestering the young man next to him started to quarrel.

Snape turned to look at them: "Are you done?"

Someone sneered at the interface: "Yeah, it's over - he is like that, you don't understand?"

"Of course I understand." Snape said coldly, he let go of the young man's arm and took a step back.The young man who lost his support staggered, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

A few people next to him laughed and booed, one of them stretched out his hand to grab it, but suddenly heard a voice: "Obliviate!"

After subduing a few Muggles, Snape put away his wand and prepared to walk back with a more somber mood, but was caught again by the man next to him who seemed to be unable to walk steadily.

"Professor, professor..." the man said in a low voice, even pulling his sleeves carefully--a behavior that doesn't quite fit with a drunk.

Snape's heart twitched, and he couldn't tell whether it was more disgust or more pity.

He saw him looking up at him, a pair of emerald green eyes were clouded like mist, and the darkness was as clear as a lake...

He grabbed the young man's arm:

"...Come back with me?"

Spinner's End was not a comfortable place to live, then or now.

Of course, maybe it was once comfortable, long, long ago, when it was just bought, before its male owner—not the current one—had not discovered that his child could be magical, and had a very good relationship with his wife. When you are in love.

Harry was almost moaning from a headache, and he felt that the surrounding voices seemed to be separated by a layer of trance. He saw a man standing in front of him, handed him something, and said something... what?

Isn't he in the bar?

Harry thought dully, took the thing, gave him a silly smile, then pulled off the bottle cap and drank it all in one gulp, and then—

"Pfft!——" All the medicine that entered the mouth was dedicated to the floor and the people on the floor.

Snape's face went black.He cursed vaguely, twisted the corners of his lips and said sarcastically: "I think this gentleman——you are already awake enough to use no medicine. Then I hope you can leave within 15 minutes and clean up the place. I think That's not a problem, is it, Mister Wizard."

It's a pity that the person on the sofa didn't seem to understand at all, and he actually started calling him in a low voice again, and——and looking straight at him with those misty green eyes!

Those eyes are almost exactly the same as Lily's...

Harry thought he saw Professor Snape again.Is it an illusion?Or a dream?Well, it's okay, it doesn't matter.

"Professor, professor..." he whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really don't know..."

"I never thought, never thought it would be like that..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really..."

"Sorry……"

What is this troll saying?

Snape frowned, at first he had to distinguish a few words, after he found out that the other party was just repeating 'I don't know' and 'I'm sorry', he didn't bother to pay any more attention, he only frowned and looked at the other party's face: a head of black hair Slightly tilted, not like Lily, but at least not quite like James; the soft face made the young man look thin and delicate, just like Lily, of course, with those eyes...

Snape stood in a daze for a while, then let his gaze wander over the other's face, starting from the forehead, to the eyes, to the nose, to the lips—the lips that were a little pale, opening and closing.

Snape suddenly raised his hand to press the young man's head, leaned over and kissed him hard, grinding his lips with his teeth, stirring his mouth with his tongue—no emotion, just venting.

The young man stood still, motionless.

After a while, Snape put distance between the two of them, and said in a cold tone, "I'm assuming you won't be drunk enough to pass out, then, if you don't want to, just show it with words—or actions."

You're so drunk you're unconscious!Harry Drunken Cat Savior waved his little fist in his heart angrily.But besides that, what else did Professor Snape say?Well, why don't you want to come...?

The savior whose head was a mess thought for a while before he could figure it out, and then simply gave up. He muttered, "Okay, whatever, it doesn't matter, I mean, I'd like to..."

Snape's pupils had grown tunnel-like.He didn't hesitate anymore, pulled the young man and kissed him deeply again, thus he also missed the mumbling that leaked out: "You know, I can't refuse you, professor..."

What happened next came naturally.

The two entangled from the living room to the room on the second floor, and then fell on the bed overlapping each other.

Harry Drunkcat smirked when the man started hugging him.

Harry Drunkcat continued to smirk as the man began to undress him.

When the man started kissing and stroking him, Harry Drunk Cat gradually became dazed.

When the man spread his legs, Harry Drunken Cat was slightly awake.

When the severe pain came from below, Harry Drunk Cat...

Harry woke up all at once.

He was transfixed.

There is a dry and hot breath circulating in the cold air.

Harry leaned back against the bed, his legs spread wide open, accepting another person's entry with a posture that seemed to be completely defenseless.He gasped heavily, and the cold air filled his chest cavity, but he couldn't cool down his scorching body until his chest swelled and ached; his shoulder blades hit the bed board, and they were pushed up and down, and there was still some numbness, of course, None of this—even beneath him—could compare to the throbbing pain burrowing out of his head.

That kind of pain that belongs to drunkenness and is extended by shock or even fear, tightens the heart and makes people almost unable to breathe.

Where is he now?

What is he doing?

Him and him, and Severus Snape...

Harry shook his head, shook his head again, closed his eyes, closed his eyes again, trying to pull himself out of this absurd and - terrible - dream.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

He clearly felt the dull pain of his body being torn apart, he clearly felt the trembling of his skin being caressed by cold hands, and he could even clearly feel the slight air current spraying between his cheeks and neck—it belonged to another person. breathe.

He is entangled with another person in the most intimate gesture.

and Severus Snape.

Harry didn't know how he got through the night.

He didn't resist, in fact, he didn't even realize that he should resist - think about it, the one who saw him as if he saw a slug, always mocked and buckled him for various reasons A man who had always thought he hated him—

Yes, of course, obviously, he hated him, even in the end, he hated him - if the two were reversed, when he was in Snape's shoes, Harry was sure he would, too. Will hate that brat - he took away his sunshine, looks like his enemy, and I have to do my best to protect him, protect a brat who will probably never be grateful...

Bashing his former self heartily in his heart, Harry felt that the panic and discomfort at the moment were gradually far away from him.Of course, compared to the previous events, the current event is at most a small drunken accident, a pebble on the road of life, and there is no - there is no - meaning worth worrying about.

Harry already remembered his previous conversation with Snape:

'I'm assuming you're not too drunk to pass out, so if you don't want to, just show it with words—or deeds. '

'Okay, whatever, it's okay, I mean, I would...'

Look, that's it.The Savior said thus to himself:

Just a little accident.

Just a little misunderstanding.

He told himself, and finally made the right - the only right - decision tonight.

He cast a small sleeping spell on the sleeping person beside him, then stood up gropingly (almost kneeling on the ground with his legs giving way during the process), picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on his upper body one by one. Before the effect of the medicine faded, he quietly left Spider's End Alley.

It was already midnight.

Harry dragged his somewhat sluggish body back to the confinement room, endured the discomfort and gave himself a few cleanings, then fell on the bed exhausted - the quilt on the bed was a bit small for him now, but it didn't matter , the effects of the aging agent will wear off soon.

Harry buried his face in the pillow, and soon fell into darkness in a dazed state.

I don't know how long it has passed, when the brilliance of the moon also forgot this small corner, the thin voice was disturbed and silent, vague and indefinite, like the most distant whisper: "Dad, Mum..."

"Ravens!" The morning began with the clang of the iron door to the brig.

Harry woke up from a dream, and before he had time to do anything, he heard a female voice say impatiently: "Madam told you to go to her office immediately." Then he left complaining about the cold weather. .

It was really cold.Harry, who was sneezing for the third time due to the cold wind blowing in from the door, thought to himself, jumped out of bed and closed the door, and after washing his face and changing clothes quickly, he came to Mrs. Cleary, the orphanage The manager - the office.

Mrs. Cleary is in her fifties, her silver hair is combed meticulously, she often smiles, she is very kind.

Seeing Harry coming in, she beckoned: "Harry, come and sit down, this is Mr. Del, about what you said last time that you hope to get a job to exercise yourself, Mr. Del is willing to help you and give you a free copy." Morning job."

"Thank you, Mr. Del." Harry thanked the three 40-year-old brown-haired middle-aged men opposite him with a moderate distance.

Mr. Del nodded first, and then frowned: "I remember Ma'am, you told me that the person who made this request is a healthy and energetic child." He paused, "This child looks-how does it look like Fever? A little weak, too."

Mrs. Cleary was taken aback