When the savior is no longer the savior

Snape, who was staring at him threateningly with a strange and gloomy face, wisely gave up pursuing the matter, and only apologized awkwardly: "That... I'm sorry, I fell asleep, Professor."

Snape answered Harry with a cold snort.

Just as Harry was about to express his repentance again, he heard Dumbledore's voice, and then he noticed the headmaster's head in the fireplace diagonally opposite him: "Principal?" He was a little surprised.

"I hope I didn't disturb you." Dumbledore smiled. "In fact, I hope you can come to the principal's office now. The time may be a little late, but you can understand the urgency of an old man, can't you?"

Harry froze for a moment, then sat up straight in surprise: "Principal, what do you mean—"

"Of course, as you think," he said briskly, "it's that, it's those."

"I'll go there right away!" Harry said decisively, he hurriedly jumped off the sofa and put on his shoes, and after taking two steps, he remembered Snape, "Well, Professor—"

"Go ahead," Snape said.

Harry didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately walked to the washroom, washing his face and sobering up before going.

The living room fell into a brief silence.

Snape noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him.He frowned because he hated that look—that calm, rational look.

...It was as if he had seen through his heart.

It didn't take much time for Harry to wash up. Five minutes later, he came to the headmaster's office alone and sat across the table from Dumbledore.

Harry could hardly wait: "Professor, how many did you get?"

"The diary, the diadem," said Dumbledore, and he took out the two items and put them on the table. "It's the same as you remember," he said. room."

"I'm surprised," he muttered to himself, "I didn't have any clues about this before..."

Harry's heart sank following Dumbledore's words, and he suddenly realized that the last time, whether it was Veritaserum or Legilimency, Dumbledore hadn't asked how he came to this world... No, no , Dumbledore asked, how did he answer? ..."I don't know"...It's not wrong, this is the answer, but under the effect of Veritaserum, shouldn't it be said about the contract? ...

The existence of the contract was blocked?

Realizing this, Harry took a deep breath, and immediately decided to tell Dumbledore directly, but it was also immediately, he suddenly found that he couldn't say "contract" at all - even just these two words!

Harry turned pale.

Dumbledore noticed it immediately, and the old man's eyes flickered with doubts: "Harry? Are you uncomfortable?"

Harry took two deep breaths and calmed his trembling palms: "...No, no, I'm fine, Professor." He said, "Let's continue, where did we just say?"

"There was no warning," said Dumbledore. "I'm thinking it doesn't make sense."

Harry didn't speak. He had realized that he couldn't say anything about the contract, so he couldn't answer Dumbledore—as for writing?He has reason to believe that as long as the "unknown" is not a fool, since it is impossible to say it, it is still impossible to write it in another way.

Dumbledore didn't seem to mind Harry's silence.He continued: "There are three more Horcruxes to be found: the Resurrection Stone, the Locket, and the Gold Cup. I'm inclined to find the Locket first." He said, "There are no Death Eaters here, Regulus? Blake is also staying at Blake's house—according to common sense, the real locket should still be under the stone basin in the cave by the sea, guarded by the Infernal Corpse."

Harry felt that things might not be as simple as Dumbledore said, but Regulus changed the locket again? — the idea is still absurd.He could only say as much as possible: "Professor—maybe we should make more preparations? I'm afraid things won't be that simple."

"I see what you mean, Harry," said Dumbledore, "but you should go there first."

"...I see," said Harry, "but tell me, Professor, you're not trying to go there alone, are you? You know that in there..." He was beginning to feel uneasy, Dumbledore in the cave The painful scene appeared again in his memory.

The old man behind the large desk immediately felt Harry's emotions, and he comforted him: "That's over, Harry."

Harry grimaced and said nothing.

"Then—" said Dumbledore, "well, although it is the second time, I'm afraid I'll have to repeat: it's really dangerous, and it could kill you. Even so, do you insist on going? "

"Professor?" Harry blushed, and he noticed that what the other party said was not "insist on going with him", but "insist on going"-obviously, this wise old man had already guessed what was in his heart .

Harry coughed a little uncomfortably, and said, "It's my business . . . my fault." He said, "If it wasn't for me . . . "

That should have ended long ago.

"No," said Dumbledore, "it's not just your fault, nor anyone else's fault... How's El's Occlumency practice going?" He changed the subject suddenly.

Harry said, "Not much."

Dumbledore thought for a while: "Harry, you seem to have found a way to use a little magic?"

This question made Harry smile a little: "Yes, professor, when do you want to leave? Give me another five days, and I can recover to the level of third grade at most," he added, "Magic level."

"I understand." Dumbledore said, "but pay attention to your body, I'm afraid it will put a burden on your body. I'll let you know when the time comes—you should go back now, Harry. I I told Lily that I had something to do with you, but I didn't say that you would not go back for one night."

"Okay, Professor," Harry said, noticing it was nearly midnight.He came to the fireplace, took floo powder and sprinkled it into the flames, then stood in and called out the location of the place he was going to - but at this moment, Harry suddenly saw Dumbledore on the silverware in front of his eyes Staring at his back with a thoughtful expression.

What's wrong?As soon as this thought crossed Harry's mind, he felt his body spin sharply, and countless fireplaces passed before his eyes... Soon, he stood on the stone floor and returned to Godric's Hollow.

The clock had struck twelve, but the Potters were still brightly lit.And more than that, Harry, who came out of the fireplace flapping his clothes, heard voices in the kitchen—James and Lily's.

Their voices were not loud and gentle, and it seemed that both of them were consciously maintaining a peaceful conversation - but when did they need to do this deliberately?Harry sensed something was wrong, and he stood breathlessly, momentarily undecided whether to interrupt them momentarily with a noise, or to sneak past the kitchen directly back into the room.

Before Harry could make a decision, the voices of James and Lily had drifted out of the kitchen and reached his ears.

"...Lily, it's getting late, you should go to rest." This was James' voice.

"Harry should be back soon, I'll wait for him - there's something I want to talk to him about," Lily said.

What do you want to say to me?Harry couldn't help thinking.

"If you want to talk to him, you can do it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, as long as it doesn't exceed the remaining half month." James said, the dissatisfaction in his words could be heard even Harry who was standing outside Clearly.

Lily was obviously upset, her voice was tense: "James, what do you mean?"

"I think what I mean is very clear." James' tone was equally stiff.

"Are you trying to quarrel with me?" Lily's voice dropped, "How can you say that?"

"Why can't I?" James asked back.

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen.

Just when Harry was hesitating to speak out, a voice came from inside again.

"James," Lily said, "maybe you need to go to rest first."

"No," James said coldly, "I've had enough of these two days, Lily. I think it's not you and Ravens that need to be talked about, but me and you!"

"Great then," said Lily, "and I happen to think we need to talk, too."

"Aha, it looks like we've come to an agreement," said James. "Ravens has nothing to do with me! I don't want—don't—happy that you spend any more energy on him. Of course, it's true, Ian. I made a mistake, and we can compensate that kid, but that compensation shouldn't include letting him join—breaking our family!" There was anger in his voice, "I'll figure out his last name, but there's nothing wrong with it. There is no doubt that as long as he is not my child and yours, he will not be a member of this family!"

Harry, who was standing outside, was short of breath for a moment - but that was all.He didn't speak out in a hurry, but stood where he was, wanting to hear what else they would say.

"...James, I understand what you mean." After a while, Lily's voice sounded again, "But you may not understand what I told you before."

"What?" James said. "You think there's something special about the way that kid looks at you?"

"I think he looks at me like he's looking at his closest family," Lily's tone was a little unsteady, "I almost feel like I'm his..."

"Lily." James interrupted Lily in the kitchen. "It's not your problem," he said, with a steady tone, showing a bit of ruthlessness. "It's obviously the child's problem."

That's right.Harry, who was standing outside, grinned as a smile.This is really - really - just my problem.

"James!" Lily's voice showed helplessness, "But I also feel, I think it's because of some special reason—"

"There's no particular reason," James said again, "it's just because you wanted another child. We could have had our own children in our own blood." He said, "Think about it." Lily, we look forward to his or her parentage, rack our brains to think of their names, prepare food for them, prepare clothes, prepare books, prepare all kinds of things, we bring them up, we can experience their During each growth process, they will turn over, sit, walk, and talk..."

Harry listened quietly.

"James," Lily's voice became hoarse, "you make me feel like I'm missing that."

The room was quiet for a minute.

"That's not our baby," James' voice was full of irritability, "Come on, Lily, wake up, that's not our baby, it's just an unknown—"

"Enough!" Lily interrupted James sharply. "Don't say that horrible word, James!"

"But in fact," James' voice also raised, "it's your behavior that scares me! Ravens, Ravens, your attention is all on that kid! Do you know what El has been doing lately? So? Do you know what El is bothering about? Do you know about his Occlumency—oh, you know that, but it's because of Ravens! Is that how he fascinates you?"

Without Lily's voice, she seemed to be choking.

But James didn't stop there, he was still full of anger: "And tonight, the matter of connecting the fireplace with Snape - Lily, I have no objection to what you do, but I - and Sirius , we and Snape have been enemies since school days! Connecting to the fireplace? Aha, I really don't doubt that someday Snape will sneak in through the fireplace and cast a jinx on us!"

"Did you mean you and Sirius by 'we'?" Lily's voice became icy, "To be honest, if you talk about it from your student days, I don't doubt that you and Sirius would do that."

"Lily!" James' voice sounded extremely tense, "Is this what you think? Do you already feel that you don't need to discuss anything with me?"

"If it's about Harry, I don't think we have anything to say." Lily replied coldly.

"I can't believe it..." said James, and even from the outside Harry could hear the anger and disappointment in those words, "what if, I asked you to choose between me and him? "

The room fell silent again.Such silence is so heavy that it makes people flustered.Harry, who was standing outside, clenched his fists and was about to go forward, but he heard Lily's voice, the soft female voice was also full of disappointment: "I didn't expect you to say that. But since So, then I have to tell you, James, I..."

Wait, no, let them intensify the conflict again!Harry thought, and then he immediately stepped forward and hurriedly said outside the kitchen: "Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter!"

The two people standing in the kitchen turned their heads in unison, they looked surprised.

Harry didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lily came back to her senses, and she quickly showed a natural smile: "Are you back? Harry, you go up to rest first-do you have time tomorrow? I want to talk to you. Also," she added , "As I said, if you want, you can call me Lily just like Il."

"Thank you," Harry said, he didn't answer yes or no, "Maybe not tomorrow, ma'am, I have something to say..." He looked at James, and saw his former father stern and silent.He looked at Lily again, and saw his former mother looking at him expectantly.

A completely different attitude.thought Harry.

But these two—these two attitudes seem to make no difference to him.

Harry gave a self-conscious smile, and then he said, "I'm afraid I'll have to go... I think I know enough about Il to know that his favorite food is a roast sandwich and his favorite drink is Flavored soda, knowing his favorite sport - Quidditch without a doubt, knowing his future goals, his past stories, knowing a lot about him... I think that's enough." He repeated, "It's only Once Il learns Occlumency, we can begin."

As he spoke, he heard himself sigh deeply in his heart: "I know that this magical connection must be risky. Regarding this, we can simulate it after Il learns it... But now, I have some things that I don't know. Should stay here again... Also, I have to say, I didn't blame Il." He said, clenched his fist, then let it go, "It was just an accident, and he is a good friend , I have always... thought so."

Speaking of this, Harry bowed to James and Lily: "Thank you very much for taking care of me for half a month."

"No, no," Lily said weakly when she finally found time to interject, "No, Harry, come on, you can make this your home."

James on the side didn't make a sound.

Harry was a little sad, he didn't look at James, just smiled at Lily: "Yes, of course. I can make this my home, but Lily," he called her for the last time, "I want A home of one's own. A real, home of one's own."

He didn't continue, turned around and left.

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①. Appearance of follower: Many people don't know this magic spell... Go to Baidu entry=口=

A form of apparition in which the Apparator contacts another person, such as a child too young to Apparate, and Apparates with that person as if carrying a passenger.

☆The pamphlet of the Ministry of Magic mentioned that underage children should learn to show their followers (Chapter 3 of the Half-Blood Prince).

☆Dumbledore used the appearance of his followers to bring Harry from Privet Street to the village of Badley Barberton (Half-Blood Prince Chapter 4), and later took Harry from Hogsmeade to the cave (Half-Blood Prince Chapter 25) chapter).

☆Harry took Dumbledore from the cave to Hogsmeade with the appearance of his followers (Half-Blood Prince Chapter 27).

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53. Belated apologies and missing people...

The night is far away, and the starry sky is vast.

This night in Godric's Valley was the same as every night before, with the wind blowing and the water flowing, it was so quiet and leisurely, without any worries and melancholy.

Harry stood in the middle of the mountain road, at a loss for a full moment.

He slowly realized what he had just done.

He left from his home... No, no, it's not his home anymore... He said he needed a home of his own... But where is his home?

Harry was not in a hurry to leave, he walked at a leisurely pace and came to the edge of the hill, overlooking the land.

Lights like fireflies bloom densely on the pitch-black ground, swaying and beating, like hope in the darkness, far away, but not without nowhere.

Is there any place that belongs to my home?

my real home?

Harry thought again.He thought for a moment of the Weasleys' extended family - yes, without a doubt, they were very warm, they couldn't have been better for him, he and Ron were best buddies, and Ginny... oh, ha Leigh smiled wryly to himself.He liked Ginny, but his previous self had Horcruxes—ha, and now he has—he was going to die at some point, so how could he delay a good girl?Especially since her surname is Weasley...

When did you stop going to the Weasleys' house so often? ——Of course, this is definitely not to say that they are estranged, the Weasleys are his first choice no matter what.But Ginny... He couldn't show up at the Weasleys' house grandly after rejecting Ginny.

He couldn't tell the reason for rejecting her, and he couldn't watch her sad anymore.

correct.Disappointed, Harry sighed.

Even the best brothers are not real brothers, didn't you see that Sirius ended up only staying at Potter's house for a summer vacation?His godfather and his dad couldn't have been better... The Weasleys were just Weasleys, a place where he might feel relaxed and happy, but it wouldn't be where he ended up staying.

And what about others?Harry put his hands in his pockets, and the night wind was blowing on him. He felt a little cold, so he took out his wand and tried to cast a warming spell on himself.

In the darkness, the tip of the staff flashed with light, and then a slight warm current rose up on Harry's body.

"Very good, Well, great, nothing wrong, Harry, you're so smart... Hey, it's not a complete failure!" The uncontrollable joy in his heart made Harry's cheeks slightly flushed, he whispered to himself, shaking his hands. After waving vigorously with the wand, he slowly calmed down again.

His expression lightened.

Let him think about it, what else?Hmm...other places to call home?

He thought of number four, Privet Drive, where his uncle and aunt lived.

"Oh, come on, if that's a home, I must have masochistic tendencies." Harry muttered to himself, his thoughts suddenly turned away, and this time he thought of NO.12, Grimmauld Place.

That was Sirius' residence... If Sirius considered it his home, it might be his home... But to Sirius, it seemed to be just a disgusting place of helplessness. Temporary headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and everything he hated...and finally, Sirius was gone...

Harry felt heavy again.He feels that he has never had a place that he can really call "home" before and now. He has only owned residences: Privet Drive, Grimmauld Place, The Burrow... oh, yes, and High Street. Dreek Hollow and spiders...huh?

Harry was taken aback.What was he thinking just now?

...Spider's End?

For a moment, the expression of the former savior became very strange.

"My God, can it be more surprising..." Harry shuddered unbearably, and said to himself.

That's right, apart from his last life, the only place he can go and go to now is Spider's End Alley, but even so, it doesn't mean that he can use Spider's End Alley as a residence...?

If Professor Snape knew - oh, no doubt, his face would be brilliant, then absolutely, without accident, he would take out this offended anger on the person who offended him... Thinking of the possibility that Snape might transform into a furious Hungarian Horntail, the former savior shrank his neck guiltily, and shuddered again.

Merlin, you must not let the other party know about this, otherwise... Harry firmly put the inexplicable thoughts that just popped up to the back of his mind, and then he gave up thinking about these issues, and decided to go anyway Finding a place to live in Diagon Alley, he drew out his wand and summoned the wizard-only transport, the Knight Bus.

There is about ten seconds of waiting time.

After a loud bang, two glaring lights suddenly lit up in the dark night, Harry raised his hands to cover his eyes and took three steps back—almost at the same moment, a huge three-decker bus rushed over He rushed to the position where Harry had just stood and braked hard. The huge wheels rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound like scratching glass.

The door of the Knight Bus opened, and the male wizard who looked like a conductor inside said, "Welcome aboard..."

"Okay sir, I know this." Harry interrupted, "I need to go to Diagon Alley, how much?"

"Nine silver Sickles," the young wizard paused, seemingly tired of saying the same thing over and over to the passengers coming up, "you can get drinks or chocolates, and hot towels and toothbrushes, But you need to pay more, I believe you understand this." He looked at Harry, and suddenly said suspiciously, "By the way, at your current age, shouldn't you be studying in school? Why are you here?"

At this moment, Harry had already handed over the silver coins to the conductor, walked into the carriage empty-handed, picked a bed and sat down, and said casually, "Oh, it's just a small incident—so I've been away from school for a while. "

He didn't want to say more, he declined the other party's suggestion of hot chocolate, drew the curtain on the bed where he was, and lay down with his clothes on.

The car drove away again with a whoosh, and Harry rolled backwards due to inertia. He reached out and grabbed the railing of the bed, but lazily did not rush back to his position—in fact, this choice proved to be correct , because almost immediately, the three-story, nearly ten-foot cart stopped abruptly.

Harry had just returned to his original position.

The conductor's voice came from outside: "Welcome to the Knight Bus..." He still didn't speak, and he didn't know if he was interrupted, but he stopped soon.Then, Harry heard footsteps approaching the bed where he was... not long after, the sound stopped next to him.

The bus started again, and Harry heard a moderate crash besides the "whoosh" when the accelerator was pressed hard. The position was right next to him, and it seemed that the passengers who had just got on had hit something. .

He ignored it, turned over and fell asleep.

The three-story cart stopped and went all the way in the dark.From time to time, people got in the car, and people got out of the car from time to time. Sudden acceleration, sudden deceleration, or sudden sharp turns made Harry, who was lying on the bed, sleep uneasy at all. It was bright, and Harry gasped softly after waking up from sleep, rubbed his dizzy head, and sat up straight.

The candles on the knight bus were still burning, and the dim light came in through the old and thin hanging curtains.

Harry drew back the drapes of his bed.

The two "stabs" sounded in the quiet space as if they were chasing each other. Harry who opened the bed curtain was at a loss at first, and then realized the second pull from the big red curtain that was still shaking slightly on the opposite bed. Where did the sound of the bed curtain come from?

Weird guy.Thinking about it, Harry ignored the passengers on the opposite side and just looked out the car window.

The bus was driving over fields and villages, and Harry noticed that it was not far from Diagon Alley in London.

He leaned against the head of the bed and looked sideways at the scene outside—it was the transitional day between winter and spring, and the crops had been harvested, but it was not yet time to sow.As a result, large tracts of land are exposed like this, revealing brown skin and raised meridians, revealing decay and decadence that cannot be concealed under the gray-white sky...

Harry didn't look any further.The fast-moving Knight Bus had passed the last village and entered the London border.

The day was slowly getting brighter, the candles on the bus were blown out, Harry was leaning on the bed, quite idling, he felt a little hungry and wanted to eat some food, but he really couldn’t whet his appetite to eat the chocolate on the bus, of course He actually wanted to chat with someone to kill the rest of the time, but it seemed that only he and the passenger next to him who drew the curtain were left in the car—even the conductor didn’t know where to hide to rest.

Harry had no choice but to reach out and fumble in his pocket, and took out a shrunken magic book after a while. He pulled out his wand and pointed at the magic book, muttering intently—not muttering spells, but saying: "Merlin Ah, bless me, I will trust you devoutly in the future, I am serious... Almighty Merlin, after you bless me, you will be able to overwhelm Arthur, um..."

He chanted the mantra: "Zoom in quickly!"

There was a flash of light at the tip of the wand, and the book in Harry's hand made a dull thud, and then it twisted oddly a few times, moving slowly like an old trailer... and then it grew bigger .

The nervous Harry let out a long breath.

He whistled happily, opened the book and read while lying on the bed.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and the fast-moving Knight bus stopped suddenly, and the young conductor walked down the stairs at the same time: "It's Diagon Alley, oh--I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Harry, Harry? Ravens." Harry said casually, and he could see clearly that the conductor was completely unresponsive, as if he heard something ordinary.

Not wrong - of course, he's pretty normal now, isn't he?Harry's mood was getting better and better. He felt that the previous gloom seemed to have passed - even the gloom of last night had gone.

That's right, to be honest, not only was he not used to leaving that home, but he was also at a loss and sad, but at the same time, some things really went on for too long, and it should be over... He always has to move forward of.

Harry knew that he hadn't completely let go yet, but one day he would be able to come out completely, and when he stood in front of them again, he would be able to face James normally?Potter, Lily?Potter, instead of adding many prefixes to them without authorization, such as James?A father who died protecting him?Potter, like Lily?The mother who died protecting him?Potter...Merlin knew how much he hated the title of "Savior" that was forced on him by everyone, but why did he always forget this when facing his former relatives?

Harry got off the Knights bus.It was a rare sunny day, the sun passed through the thick clouds, and the warm rays of the sun shone down on people, making them feel uncomfortable. Harry stood in the middle of the road, stretching his waist like a street. He walked to the Leaky Cauldron Bar opposite, planning to open a room for himself to rest - but at this moment, Harry suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in his neck, as if someone was watching him from behind.

It's been there vaguely since Godric's Hollow.Harry remained calm, didn't look back, just turned his footsteps lightly, and walked towards the alley next to him.

Diagon Alley, where wizards gather, is not short of narrow alleys extending in all directions, in addition to the always bustling main road.The widest of these alleys outside the main street can only accommodate three or four people in parallel, and the narrowest is only a little wider than an ordinary adult wizard.Moreover, these alleys are astonishingly complicated. Even if you are used to walking, as long as you don't pay attention, the wizards walking in them may be fooled by the simple confusion magic left in them and go the wrong way unconsciously.

At this time, Harry took the people following him around in these alleys of different widths and lengths. There were fewer and fewer wizards around him. After turning several turns in succession, Harry waited quietly. The dead angle of sight at the turning place in front of you.

He didn't wait too long, about a minute later, a short figure grabbed his wand and ran out in a panic.

Harry's hand holding the wand trembled, and the prepared magic almost shot out at the person. He hurriedly moved the wand away, opened his eyes and shouted: "Draco!?"

The figure who ran out was taken aback, and he turned around to look at Harry -- Harry could see the other person's appearance clearly at this time: for some reason, Draco who appeared here at this time was wearing a suit With a long silver-blue cloak, his hair, which was usually combed back meticulously, seemed to be a little loose because of running, and a few strands fell randomly on his forehead.A little sweat broke out from the tip of his nose, and his usually pale cheeks were also slightly red. He looked much healthier than usual, but this is not the point, the point is——

"Draco, why are you here at this hour?" Harry asked Fox, retracting his wand.

"..." Draco, "I should be the one who said this... Aren't you at Potter's house?"

"I'll be staying at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley for the time being." Harry didn't explain why he wasn't at Potter's house at this time.

"The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley?" Draco looked suspicious this time - and he obviously didn't explain why he was here at this time.

Harry nodded, and led Draco to go out: "Why didn't you call me just now? I thought someone was following me, so I went around a lot."

Draco said nothing awkwardly.

Harry took a short cut and led the people out of the alley. He looked at the Leaky Cauldron not far away, and wanted to walk over - he felt that he needed a good night's sleep or a meal that was enough to eat, but Della next to him Co looked disgusted at the dingy bar.So Harry made a compromise and took him to a cold drink shop that provided meals.