When the savior is no longer the savior

A charm that Holiday found in the home library while studying the names on the Marauder's Map.

It was a spell with enough power.

As if bewitched, he raised the magic wand in his hand...

"Il, Draco?" Harry's voice suddenly rang out in the hallway.

Yi Er was shocked all over, and he quickly looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that familiar figure just turned the corner and was looking here.

what am i doingMalfoy is my classmate!Elton woke up instantly. He was drenched in cold as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He hurriedly wanted to end the spell—but at this moment, the last syllable of the spell had already trembled from his throat. .

Then, an unknown force gently tugged his hand holding the wand.

Just a little bit.

The tip of his staff was aimed at Draco's heart.

What happened?Harry, who just came to the corridor, only saw Draco and Il standing and facing each other. Before he had time to figure out the situation, he saw Il pointing at the tip of Draco's wand and jumping out. Green awn.

Without thinking, Harry waved his wand and threw several armor protections at Draco - also, based on some vague feeling born from the panic expression on Il's face, he didn't wait like an idiot in the original place Instead, he ran towards Draco who was only three or two steps away from him.

One breath, two breaths.

Half a second, a second, a second and a half.

The green light roared across the air, hitting heavily on Harry's armor—but these armors cast by Harry couldn't even block the green light for half a second.

I saw that dark green, dim and gloomy light paused in mid-air, and then continued unswervingly towards Draco who still couldn't stand up.

Half a step!

Only half a step!

At the last moment, Harry's mind went blank, he grabbed the wand in his hand without hesitation, and the whole person slammed into Draco heavily!

In a blink of an eye, Draco was knocked out of his original position and fell heavily to the foot of the wall, making a muffled "bang".

And Harry——Harry, who came to Draco's original position, only had time to turn his head, and saw the green light sink into his shoulder silently.

There was never a momentary pause.

Curses and Slaps

Being hit by the curse, and the inertia brought about by his own forward pounce, Harry staggered and fell to the ground.

He only felt a moment of confusion in his consciousness, his shoulders and even his whole body felt cold, and he didn't know if it was because of the sudden cold, he felt a little palpitation and couldn't breathe.

"Ha, Harry?" Il finally came back to his senses, with a panicked expression on his face, he quickly walked towards Harry who was sitting on the ground.

But at this time Draco, who was in pain from the bump, also woke up. He stood up and pointed his wand at Il, screaming with a distorted face: "Stop! Stand there--Potter, what spell did you use? ——what evil thing!?”

Ersheng stopped his steps: "Malfoy—" His words were interrupted: "What happened?" With the sound of the voice, Sirius walked down the twisting stairs of Hogwarts , he was quite surprised when he saw Il who was still standing in the corridor, and this surprise turned into vigilance when he saw Draco and Harry who hadn't stood up.

"Professor." Turning his head and seeing the person coming, Il couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Draco's face became ugly, he didn't speak any more, took back his wand and came to Harry's side: "Harry, can you stand up?"

"Just call me Sirius or Godfather, as usual." Sirius said casually, and then, his eyes fell on Harry who had not moved since he got down, with a touch of vigilance and defense, "What are you doing? Although it's not yet curfew time, I remember that Hogwarts prohibits students from attacking each other in the corridors."

He drawled his voice slowly, and said in a businesslike tone, but the moment he turned his head, he blinked quickly at his godson.

El got the little signal.He effortlessly understood the eccentricity and vileness that his godfather wanted to express—obviously, even if Sirius, who was not a good boy when he was a student, became a professor temporarily, he would not follow the rules and maintain those He never paid attention to the school rules.

If it was normal, Il would of course be happy and pleased with Sirius' protection and love, but at this moment, when he saw the magic spell jumping out from the tip of his wand hitting Harry, he only felt a heavy heart, No mood at all: "Godfather..."

Draco interrupted Il, saying, "What happened? Is there any doubt? Potter's spell hit Harry, and he violated the school rules by trying to kill Harry!"

In the end, Draco couldn't control his anger any longer, and he glared at Il viciously—that curse, that damned curse, was only a split second away from hitting him!

"Kill Ravens?" If Sirius had been cautious about dealing with the problem before, Draco's words undoubtedly irritated him.

Aha, a first-year Hogwarts student - even if that student is his godson, no, precisely because that student is his godson - knows enough charms, has enough magic power to kill ?

Still, it wasn't too surprising that it came out of Malfoy's mouth, was it?A common trick of nobles.

Sirius thought about it, and looked down at the client who had been silent all this time and was slowly standing up relying on Draco's strength: "Unfortunately, I think he looks the same as usual."

A blush rose across Draco's pale face.His hands holding Harry were already shaking.

Even Il, who was standing stiffly on the other side, had a bad expression on his face. He whispered, "Godfather, it's my fault. I used a spell that wasn't in the textbook..."

Sirius took the words of his godson: "Then it is very likely that you have not successfully cast it at all, Il. Besides, I don't think that your current weak magic power can cause any irreparable damage, so there is no big deal... "

"It's no big deal." A voice answered Sirius' words, and it was Harry.

Everyone in the corridor looked in the direction of the sound.

Dim yellow light shot down from the ceiling and the walls, flickering and pulling out several long and narrow black shadows.The stained glass on the window sill is open, and the window divides the outside world into small pieces. Standing inside and looking out, even the sky is constrained in one pane after another.

The Hogwarts draft came whistling to and fro.

Harry wasn't standing with Draco.He didn't stand with anyone.The green-eyed child fixed his eyes on his wand after uttering that one and only sentence just now—or his eyes were fixed on his wand all the time.

Sirius' expression became serious, and he began to feel a little bad.

And Harry didn't keep others waiting too long.Soon, he spoke again, looking away from his wand, and seemed to have regained his usual calmness—it just seemed too calm, and he looked flat and dull.

"It's no big deal." Harry seemed to fall in love with this sentence, and he repeated it in a low voice, then raised his hand slightly, and waved his wand sideways.

Nothing happened.

No spark, no light, no pop, nothing.

The wind that lingered in the long corridor gathered all its strength and rattled the windows.

Draco and Il both kept silent because of the unusual atmosphere.

Sirius twitched the corner of his lips, wanting to speak.

But before that, Harry had already looked directly at the black-haired and gray-eyed elder, and said in a seemingly calm but actually full of wind and rain, "My magic power is gone."

Even the sound of the wind seemed to stop at this moment.

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and he turned to look at his godson next to him, only to see him standing there in a daze, completely unresponsive.

He immediately calmed down.Calmly—at least on the surface, he turned to Harry: "In that case, there may be some accident, I think you need to..."

His words paused unnaturally, because the green-eyed child on the opposite side glanced over.

——a strange glance.

He caught the pent-up anger beneath the fragile calm in those green eyes - not surprising, in fact, Sirius now felt that the child was too calm for his age - but other than this In addition to anger, there was another emotion—frustration—from those eyes, so obvious that it even overwhelmed the anger suppressed under the calm surface.

Why do you have such emotions?

Sirius thought involuntarily.

Who is it for?him?At that moment, this Ravens looked at him as if he had done something heinous... He didn't continue to think about it, because at this moment, the emotions in the eyes of the child standing opposite him had already been cleaned up. Clean and neat, just like everything before, it was just his illusion.

"I think I need to go to the hospital wing," Harry finished Sirius simply.He paused, and said in a blunt tone, "Professor Black, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the confinement at night."

Saying that, Harry put away his wand and walked towards the medical wing without waiting for Sirius to answer.

"Harry!" Draco woke up and tried to follow.

But this time, Il, who also reacted, ran up before everyone else reacted, and grabbed Harry's arm: "Wait, Harry—"

His head was in a mess, and he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Sirius, who was a step slower like Draco, stretched out his hand, but failed to catch anyone. He looked at Il, who had already grabbed Harry's arm, and said with a frown, "Il."

Draco also yelled, "Let go!"

Il ignored everyone, he followed his instinct, and firmly grasped the thing in his hand, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood: "Harry, I..."

He still didn't finish, because Harry, who was held back, was no longer ready to listen.

He withdrew his arm from his.

This was a lot of strength, and Yi Er couldn't stand still. He was pulled a step behind, and he swayed a few times before standing up straight again.He stared blankly at the person in front of him with empty hands.

He saw the other party look back at him.

He saw that there was no longer any smile on that familiar face, and his lips were tightly pursed.

He also saw the pursed lips twitch, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The man said nothing.

The man followed Draco.

"Il, what kind of spell did you use?" Sirius quickly walked over to his godson as soon as Harry and Draco left. He said in a stern tone, "Where did you get this spell?"

Yi Er collected himself, and said slowly, "From the library at home."

"That idiot James!" Sirius said angrily, "How could he throw such dangerous spells everywhere!?"

"My father probably doesn't know...I spent a vacation at home reading, and found half a piece of yellowed and decayed parchment in a corner." Yi Er said dryly.

Sirius cursed.

Yi Er stood for a while: "Godfather, let me go to the medical wing too. I want to know the situation."

There was no answer from the elder in the corridor.

The light is projected quietly, dim like an old man, so dark and lifeless.

"...you have to go."

Finally, the gray-eyed handsome man replied.

Snape didn't think it was a good night at all.

Especially when he was called to the medical wing in the middle of the night, and then told to his students that Mr. Ravens, who had just disturbed his mood, was likely to change from a talented magician with a bright future to a magician. When a half-squib that is an embarrassing existence in the world, just because of a crippled ancient magic that deserves hell, and an impulsive, reckless, brainless... vicious brat who also deserves hell.

He felt almost dizzy.

"Well," in the medical wing, the head of Slytherin, who had just arrived, had a livid face and felt every nerve in his mind creaking unbearably, "Who can repeat the current situation to me? Who Come on," he said softly, "be kind, huh?"

Draco, who was in charge of the first narration, seemed frightened by his headmaster's anger, stuttering and failing to speak a complete sentence.

Already in the medical wing, Il, who was [-]% of his attention focused on Harry, didn't frighten Snape so much, but he wisely kept silent even though he was upset.

As for Sirius, his eyes only made contact with Snape for a moment, and then moved away - he understood, and Snape also understood, that at the moment they looked at each other, they thought of something unexpectedly.

Many years ago, there was a full moon night outside the Whomping Willow in the Forbidden Forest.

Finally, just as Snape's anger was about to explode, Harry, who was sitting in the chair, spoke out, and he said in a calm and unfeeling tone, "I've been hit by a spell, and now I can't feel it." To magic, Professor."

Snape was silent for a moment, and he said coldly: "Thank you Mr. Ravens for your calm answer." He suppressed the sarcasm that was about to blurt, "Where's Pomfrey?"

Before the words fell completely, the door of the medical wing was suddenly opened. Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore walked in one after the other. The Hogwarts school doctor shouted with an extremely angry expression: "I can hardly believe it...I can't believe it at all - what happened to the injured kid that came in today!"

Dumbledore still had doubts on his face. While comforting Madam Pomfrey, he looked at the people in the medical wing: "I think... can anyone tell me what happened?"

It was everyone's stern faces who answered him.

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed.He coughed. "So, Harry, what happened? Are you hurt?"

Snape frowned and was about to speak when he heard Harry speak again.

Harry answered Dumbledore's question, his voice still calm, but he seemed a little tired.He repeated what he had just said to Snape: "I've been hit by a spell and can't feel it now, Professor."

Dumbledore's eyes became sharper, he turned to Madam Pomfrey, he didn't ask the cause of the incident, he was concerned about Harry's body first: "Bobby, the result of your examination?"

"I can't do anything for the time being," Madam Pomfrey said angrily, "I don't know what that remote spell is. The fool who cast this spell can't even tell its spell and name!"

"Then how can it be cast successfully?" Dumbledore asked immediately.

"How can it be successfully cast?" Madam Pomfrey repeated, "Is there any doubt? Evil black magic! Use other methods to replace magic power!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses looked at Il and Draco at the side, then he turned his gaze back and said in a gentle tone: "Bobby, even if you can't solve this problem for the time being, stable Harry should be fine, right?"

"If there is nothing wrong with him," Madam Pomfrey said.

"What?" Dumbledore asked.

"If there is nothing wrong with him." Madam Pomfrey repeated coldly, and then swung her wand and cast a series of spells on Harry.

Immediately, all kinds of dazzling colors lit up on the tip of the staff.

Both Dumbledore and Sirius looked extremely surprised, while the two children were a little dazed.

Snape's first reaction was to look at Harry.

A child sitting alone looks no different.

However, he noticed that the child's hands hanging by his sides had been slightly closed, his jaw was tense and unnaturally tense, and even his eyelids were drooping—this was often something he wanted to avoid. subconscious action.

Snape withdrew his gaze, he looked at Pomfrey like everyone else, and was not surprised by the various lights on the tip of the opponent's wand - such a color had only flickered on his wand a few days ago.

Maybe it's not all bad.Hogwarts potions professor thought so.

Otherwise, he really doesn't know how to let that kid who is extremely persistent in this regard really test his body... But judging by the current appearance of that kid, he must have been patient to the extreme, right?

In some ways, he's almost as proud as he was...

Snape didn't know how he thought of this, but at this moment, he really felt a little sigh and regret.He was distracted for a while, and when he recovered, he heard Dumbledore say, "Bobby, you mean that Harry is not in good health?"

"Very bad!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily. "Very bad! In fact, I don't even know how he was running around with so much energy before this! If he continues like this, he won't even live to be thirty! "

"Bobby!" Dumbledore stopped, and immediately looked at Harry in the chair.

But to his surprise, the blue-eyed child only shrugged slightly unnaturally: "I know my body, Professor."

Dumbledore felt he was being comforted by someone who actually deserved comfort.

And Harry continued: "So Madam Pomfrey, may I know the final result?"

Pomfrey pondered, and then said to the whole room: "I can try. But you better prepare to go up to St. Mungo's. Besides, I need the complete spell! Professor Black, and Mr. Potter!" Her tone returned to her former viciousness.

Neither of the two people whose names were called said anything.

After a while, Dumbledore finally knew what happened. The usually kind old man seemed almost angry: "I need to contact James and Lily, Professor Black!"

Sirius simply said: "I have already contacted them, and they should be waiting, as long as the fireplace of Hogwarts is open."

Dumbledore turned and walked out.

The medical wing fell into a strange silence.

Madam Pomfrey was angrily writing and drawing aside, and seemed to be thinking about treatment.

Harry relaxed slightly, leaned back in the chair, his expression was very calm, so calm that Draco, who was full of words, didn't know what to say.

Sirius and Snape, who looked at each other with disgust, had the same ugly faces, but both restrained themselves from arguing.

As for Il, he seemed to have lost the courage to step forward.

Maybe 15 minutes, or maybe a little longer.

Footsteps could be heard outside the medical wing, and James' voice was mixed in: "Principal, what's the matter? You called Lily and me over..."

They went into the medical wing.

"There is indeed one thing." Dumbledore said, he looked at the people in the medical wing, but obviously no one wanted to repeat the matter.

Harry, who was sitting in the chair, was really tired this time.All the things he wanted to hide, all the things he tried not to be discovered, were all nakedly exposed, when he was most embarrassed, in front of the people he cared about the most!

And he was irresistible.

Anything is fine, anyone is fine, let's end it quickly!He couldn't control his irritability, so he could only stare firmly at a small piece of the floor in front of him. Before Dumbledore spoke, he summed up the matter in the simplest sentence, trying to end this embarrassing scene as soon as possible: "It's just that I was shot by a spell, so I can't feel the magic power."

James and Lily obviously didn't understand what the ramblings meant.

Sirius recounted the matter in a low voice.

A look of shock suddenly appeared on James' face, while Lily, the red-haired, beautiful woman looked back and forth at Harry sitting on the chair with his head bowed, and Harry standing in the corner with an extremely stiff expression. El, made a move that no one expected.

She came to Yi Er, raised her hand, and slapped him hard!

letting go and persistence

Crisp applause echoed in the medical wing.

Yi Er was staggered by the beating, and five clear fingerprints appeared on his cheek at a speed visible to the naked eye.He seemed a little dazed, but he came to his senses immediately, silently raised his hand to wipe his face, and regained his footing.

Lily's hands trembled, her eyes were a little red, but her voice was very calm.

she says:

"You really let me down, El."

"Lily," James, who was in shock, was the quickest to come back to his senses. He put his hand on his wife's shoulder to comfort her, and looked at Il with some worry, then turned to Harry, speaking in the gentlest voice possible. Said: "You are..." He looked at the child carefully, and after a while he had an impression, "Are you Harry? I remember we met in Diagon Alley. I also heard Il mention you, he and I said I would invite you to our house for Christmas."

"Yes, yes." It was not Harry who answered, but Draco who was beside him.After accompanying Harry to the medical wing and learning the results of Madam Pomfrey's examination, the 11-year-old Mr. Malfoy's face never turned red again.At this time, he sneered: "Potter invited Harry, who doesn't know it, but Mr. Potter's mind is more changeable than the weather in London, one moment he invites you sincerely, the next moment he can invite you without any scruples." Contrary to what you said. To be honest, Potter, I really doubt that either you have no idea what etiquette is, or that you have been from the beginning until now-"

"Malfoy!" El yelled, trying to stop him.

But this time, Draco raised his voice and finished quickly and sharply: "—all hate Harry!"

The adults present all seemed a little surprised.

Il's face flushed with anger, and he trembled: "How dare you - say that?"

"Because you did!" Draco said.

Il wanted to say something more, but James stopped him, he quickly interrupted the conversation between the two children, ignored Draco's provocation, and only said sincerely to Harry who was always silent: "Harry, no matter what , this is our fault. We will try our best to recover and pay," he paused almost imperceptibly, "—to pay full responsibility."

"El," Lily began, and the sunny, beautiful woman's voice, which was always full of vitality, became hoarse and tired, and she ordered, "come up and apologize, say sorry."

"Lily." James comforted his wife softly.

Lily didn't pay attention, her eyes were red, and she stared at Yi Er with a stern gaze, not letting him escape the slightest possibility.

Yi Er, who had been standing in the corner, did not try to escape.In fact, after hearing Lily's words, he even breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.He stepped forward, his voice tense with apprehension: "Harry, I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to..."

"Yes, of course you didn't mean to," said Draco, who was standing next to Harry.

Il ignored it, and he looked closely at Harry, trying to find a hint of emotion in the silent boy who had been sitting in the same position from the beginning until now—everyone knew it, Ron knew it, Mal Foo knew, the Gryffindors, the Slytherins—everyone knew.

Harry is so friendly, Harry is so gentle, a Slytherin named Harry Ravens is so affectionate and pampers a Gryffindor named Il Potter.

Worse than brothers.

Will he waver again?Earl thought.

Will he soften his heart again?

Will he do it again—can he ever forgive him again?

...Even if it's just to get angry at him, it's fine!

But Harry still didn't say anything.

Draco's gloomy eyes fell on Il, he turned to Dumbledore, and then looked at the head of his own college: "Principal, I want to know about Potter's punishment."

"Mr. Malfoy," James said coldly, "I think this is between us and Harry."

"Things with Harry? Oh, of course, Harry is so talkative," Draco giggled, and then he suppressed his smile and said quietly with resentment in his eyes, "It's a pity I don't think so. The curse , in fact it was directed at me, Mr Potter."

Except for the two parties involved, everyone in the medical wing was taken aback.

Lily looked almost overwhelmed.

"Is there anything else we don't know?" Dumbledore sighed wearily, and he looked at the two children, "Harry? Il?"

Draco pulled out the beginning of everything - the crystal ball.After briefly explaining the cause and process of the dispute, he pressed the memory ball, and after a brief pause, the voices of Sirius and Il rang out in the medical wing.

Listening to the voice in the memory ball, people in the medical wing reacted differently: Dumbledore's eyes flickered, Snape's expression was gloomy, James and Lily were shocked and puzzled, and Sirius understood with anger.

On the contrary, the protagonist of the matter, Ilhun, didn't care, and just gave Draco a cold look, he had already made a decision.

As for Harry, nothing seemed to surprise him now.

He just asked, "How's all the conversation going, Draco."

This time, everyone looked at him.

Harry ignored it, stood up from his chair, and repeated, "It's just a paragraph, what about all of it?"

"Ha, Harry..."

"Harry!?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, the difference was that Draco stammered, while Il's tone was full of joy.

Harry showed no expression, and said calmly to the two of them, "Since this matter concerns me, then I want to know everything, that's all."

The joy on Il's face disappeared like a tide.

Draco's face was full of reconciliation, but in the end, he said dryly: "Yes, this is just a conversation. Who knows what is said to be close to Harry using other methods to gain trust and obtain secrets."

Harry nodded: "You are solely responsible for the cost of my treatment... No," he suddenly changed his words, turned to Madam Pomfrey and asked, "Madame, my treatment, I mean, if it is possible to be cured, it will last at the longest. In what time?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry: "What about your body?"

"It's just the spell's damage!" said Harry flatly.

James and Lily didn't understand why, Sirius explained in a low voice.

It wasn't too hard to hear those whispers, Harry's lips tightened.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey said: "The longer the damage of this evil curse is dragged on, the harder it is to heal. I think...within two years."

Harry nodded: "Then within two years, all my treatment expenses related to the spell will be borne by you, is there a problem?"

"We are responsible for all your medical expenses! Harry, I—" Lily said before everyone else, and she finally choked up uncontrollably, "I'm sorry—"

Harry was silent, he lowered his eyelids and didn't look at Lily, but the slight sobs coming from the front still passed into his ears without hindrance, and penetrated into the bottom of his heart.

Then bitterness welled up from my heart and spread throughout my chest.

He was almost shaken.

Look, his mother was so sad, his father was so worried, his brother—his brother was so remorseful, so guilty, so panicked.

They were all expecting his forgiveness.

They are willing to do their utmost to recover, and they are willing to pay all possible reasonable prices for it.

They feel guilty.

He should forgive.

The spell wasn't aimed at him, it was an accident, he stood in Draco's way.

Il didn't mean to.

He should forgive.

……

How could he forgive?

That was all he had left.

That was the only connection he had with the wizarding world.

This is his world.

"No," Harry said with difficulty, and he refused in a low voice but firmly, "No need, the damage from the spell is enough, and nothing else is needed... Ma'am. That's all for now."

This address from his own mouth shattered the last bit of persistence in his heart. He looked away, not looking at anyone, only feeling exhausted: "Can I leave, Madam Pomfrey?"

"Yes," Madam Pomfrey said, "check in every three days, Ravens."

Harry responded, and was about to walk out, but Dumbledore stopped him: "Harry, is this the end? The nature of this matter is very serious," the kind old man said seriously , "Il should be punished."

"Follow the school rules, Professor," said Harry, with an uncontrollable irritability on his face. "I don't want to hear about this any more—whatever, whatever..." He paused. , and then said, "...it doesn't matter."

No one speaks.

Harry took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I want to go back and rest." He said, ignoring the expressions of other people, and only walked out, preparing to leave this place in the shortest possible time.

However, his arm was pulled again.

It's still Il.

"Harry!" Il yelled, grabbing the person firmly. He had never been so flustered as he is now—because there had never been a moment when he understood so clearly that as long as the person in front of him left, He will never look back.

will never.

"Harry, don't do this, Harry," Il didn't realize that there was a deep pleading in his voice, "don't do this, listen to me, I didn't—I never wanted to hurt you! Christmas invitation because I saw your name on the Marauder's Map, Harry!" He felt a violent tremor in his arm.What's wrong?Il didn't think deeply, but said quickly, fearing that if he was too slow for a moment, he would not have a chance to continue, "I saw that the name on it was Harry Potter—"

"Shut up!" Harry snapped and interrupted Il, his voice soaring to the point of breaking out of control.

Yi Er was stunned for a moment, he stopped, looked at the person in front of him, and was surprised to find that the other person's face was pale, and his whole body appeared in a weak and unhealthy state.

"Harry...?"

At this moment, Harry didn't even bother to pay attention to Il.All his thoughts were occupied by what Yi Er said just now.

Yes, the Marauder's Map, and his name was Harry Potter—how could that be! ?When he first entered Hogwarts, the recognized name was clearly Harry Ravens—such a change, such a change...

If the Savior returns, the Dark Lord... Voldemort...

Something is starting to get out of hand.

What he fears the most, what he fears the most...

"Harry...? What's wrong with you?" Il tried to call out.

Harry came back to himself.He was silent for a while, then broke away his arm: "I understand what you mean. But if I were you, I'm afraid I wouldn't think that..."

nothing?

Harry felt his throat get blocked.

Sadness still surged from his heart uncontrollably—after he had experienced so many things, after he was disappointed again and again, he still felt unspeakably sad for his decision.

He can't let them go.

He's afraid he'll have to let them go.

Harry narrowed his eyes, then he smiled at El.

This is really a smile beyond everyone's expectations.

他 说:

"I'm afraid I'll find that pointless."

That doesn't make sense anymore, Il.

my brother.

"Harry?" Il felt bad intuitively. He saw Harry turn his head and wanted to go out. His panic, fear and even guilt finally turned into anger, which made him yell uncontrollably, "Harry, listen to me!" I can be responsible, I can—"

"Il!" James tried to interrupt Il, but Il ignored him: "I can pay the price—anything you are satisfied with—"