When the savior is no longer the savior

Suppressed anger said, "I'm sorry Mr. Ravens has been studying potions for so long and doesn't understand the difference between the two as great as elves and imps? I'm going to say," he hissed Said, "Only the stupidest idiot would confuse them!"

Harry blushed.

Dumbledore said, "Severus, don't be so harsh, Harry has done a good job."

"You don't have to be so harsh," Snape said softly, "and watch him kill himself sometime, somewhere with some of the dumbest questions? As for 'well done'..." He paused, and his voice returned to low and cold, "I've never noticed it before."

Harry couldn't hold his head up because he found that in front of Snape - he didn't seem to have done anything worthy of praise, but just caused all kinds of trouble time and time again... Uh , and then most of them troubled the other party.

Dumbledore wisely changed the subject: "So what do you think of this pot of potion?"

Snape's anger subsided slightly.He set the glass measuring cup aside, and said, "It's a—wonderful potion. That's enough to kill."

Dumbledore frowned: "Will it be sent to St. Mungo's in time?"

"If you drink it all without warning, I'm afraid there is no way to rescue it immediately." Snape said, "But," he asked Harry, "do you know who made this potion?"

"I don't know," Harry said, but then he spoke again, in a flat tone, "However, it should be that person, as expected."

The shimmering phosphorescence of the emerald green liquid in the stone basin illuminated the modest island.

Snape saw the expression on the boy's face through the light - for a moment, he suspected that he was wrong.But the contemptuous and mocking voice that followed made him understand that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

He unconsciously looked sideways at Dumbledore, and saw the old man staring at Harry with a serious expression. He didn't know whether it was because of the content of what the other party said at the moment, or just because of the natural expression of the other party at this time.

——that is a kind of indifference that can only appear on the face of adults, and the hatred from the heart that can only appear after experiencing endless pain and the most severe test in the world-death.

"Voldemort, You-Know-Who, Dark Lord," Harry's tone was full of disgust and sarcasm when he said the last title, "it's only him, isn't it?"

Snape withdrew his gaze, he didn't respond, he just lowered his head and stared at the green liquid in the stone basin, but the mysterious liquid just now looked only monotonous and boring again this time.

He suddenly felt that he didn't know that person at all as he imagined.

Dumbledore was right, Harry?Ravens, not really a child.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, "you're asking if this is what you found?"

"It's nothing special." Snape said, "I just think the configuration style of this potion is... special."

Harry was a little puzzled.

Dumbledore glanced at Snape.

Snape was annoyed.He didn't want to continue this topic, and said coldly: "I can try to neutralize this potion, but I'm afraid." He took out a bottle of purple potion and poured it into the stone basin, but there was a little bit of the green liquid in the whole pot. No change, "—no use at all."

"As expected," said Dumbledore, "but if you drink it you're no longer restricted." He asked, "Severus, can you make an antidote?"

"Impossible at the moment." Snape said, "It's not that simple, it will take many - many - attempts." He paused, and then said, "But it is not difficult to suppress the toxicity a little."

"Is the potion you're carrying enough?" Dumbledore asked again.

Snape didn't speak this time, he simply nodded in affirmation.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, I—" Dumbledore naturally stretched his hand towards the stone basin.

But Harry, who had been prepared for a long time, firmly blocked Dumbledore's hand this time.He said, "Professor, you can't do this."

"Harry," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes were gentle and reassuring, "Severus is here, and I'm not hurt, it won't be the same as before."

"Yes, of course it's different," Harry said irritably, "but even so, you can't do that again - I can't watch the same thing happen twice and do nothing!"

"You've done a lot," said Dumbledore.

"But it's not enough, it's not enough, is it?" Harry raised his voice, and there was a splashing sound from the dark lake, but no one paid any attention to it.

"No, you've done enough. Now get out of the way, Harry," said Dumbledore forcefully.

But Harry is no longer the 16-year-old boy who followed Dumbledore and was afraid of the darkness and the corpses in the darkness. He also showed his toughness very rarely, and refused to give in: "It is impossible, Professor, I didn't come with you to watch you drink these things again!"

"So what are you going to do?" Dumbledore's face darkened, which made him look much more serious than usual.

Harry was about to speak.

Snape, who was silent at the side, finally spoke out.

"Enough." He said impatiently, "Let me drink it. I have prepared the potion. If I can't control myself, you can pour the poison control potion into my mouth."

Dumbledore seemed taken aback.

And Harry—well, Harry, who was confronting Dumbledore, had no idea that Snape would say that, and he was dumbfounded.As for seeing Snape change the cup and prepare to drink the potion, he finally understood what the other party meant, and realized that his previous conversation with Dumbledore was almost a metaphor.

"Wait—wait!" Harry blurted out, "I didn't—didn't mean that at all! Professor!"

"I know," said Snape meanly, "you just wanted to drink it yourself, Mr. Ravens."

Harry choked, but quickly reacted: "If you drink it, Professor, what if the potion you took out is useless by then?"

Snape sneered: "Mr. Ravens, you don't need to judge your potions professor's professional level (Harry coughed twice in embarrassment). But what you said..." He pressed his finger on his lips , his eyes moved back and forth between the potion in the stone basin and the potion he took out, "... makes sense."

"Besides," he said, "I'm afraid you've all forgotten that it wasn't just one person who drank the whole stone pot potion. There was also a house-elf, and after he drank it all, he survived at last."

There was silence in the cave.

"No, Severus," Dumbledore said quickly, and the old man looked almost sternly at Snape, "this matter—"

"—Impossible." The voice continued, but it wasn't from Dumbledore, it was from Harry.

Snape and Dumbledore looked at Harry together, and they both sensed that something was wrong with Harry's voice.And Snape felt it more deeply than Dumbledore.

He could find that the familiar soft voice was trembling, no doubt because of anger; he could also find that in the darkness, the green eyes of the other party were surprisingly bright, What was there in those eyes—those familiar eyes—but disappointment, but disgust?

What a familiar scene.Snape thought.A scene from the past reappeared before his eyes.

Things that were thought to have been forgotten long ago and could not be recalled at all.Those ones……

Those, he couldn't bear.

"Severus, you call me a Mudblood?"

She looked at him in disbelief.

No, I don't, I'm not... I'm not, Lily...

"Come on, you call every one of my friends a Mudblood, so what's the difference between me and them?"

She turned and left without hesitation.

No, no, Lily, Lily—come back, listen to me—please, please—listen to me, listen to me...

Snape recovered from his trance.

After so many years, all the intense emotions at that time had long since faded away, but Snape still felt unstoppably exhausted.This kind of exhaustion firmly captured his heart, and he could hear his slow heartbeat beating slowly in his ears...! b: K%w$H! q Oh, whatever, come on.Snape was genuinely disgusted for a moment - at how he felt, at how weak he was.He sneered in his heart.

Anything—it doesn't matter.I'd like to see if there's anything else that can bother me now.he thought viciously.

In the darkness, those emerald green eyes still shine brightly.

"Professor," said Harry.

Snape thought he had never hated hearing that voice so much.He kept a straight face while twisting the corners of his lips, ready to respond to any accusations and abuse.

But the boy went on.His tone was calm and his voice was low: "No, I don't think it's a good idea, Professor, as long as my life is not in danger."

"It's passing on the hurt," he pointed out calmly but pointedly. "I don't think it's good, or despicable. It's true that Voldemort is not alone. But these Horcruxes are the only ones that appear now..."

"I think," he paused, "it's my business."

Then he held out his hand to Snape:

"Then professor, please give me the stone basin."

62. The best choice...

The atmosphere on the stone platform was somewhat depressing, and no one spoke.

Snape looked into Harry's eyes, which he didn't feel familiar with and tried to avoid as usual.He stared fiercely into those eyes, looking as if he had decided that Harry was trying to deceive him about something and was about to tear away the disguise.

However, the blue-eyed boy looked back at him frankly and honestly.

There's nothing wrong with being honest--damn being honest!Snape felt the flames burning inside him.

Damn potion!He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.Damn brat, damned idiot—asshole—fool—does he know that this potion is a huge burden on the body?Did he know that his battered body might not be able to bear this——

Oh, how could he not know?Snape thought again in despair.How could he not know?He's not a fool, he just made up his mind...

He made up his mind.

The stone platform was still quiet, and even the slight sound of water that I would occasionally think of had disappeared.

Harry stood between Snape and Dumbledore, his expression calm and composed.As Snape thought, he was determined and ready.

Before coming here, before, before... long ago, when he gave Dumbledore the poison with his own hands.

He always preferred that he was the one who drank the potion.

"Professor." Harry urged in a low voice, his hand holding the wand was clenched tightly, and his eyes began to pay attention to any possible movement around him - he was not sure if Dumbledore would restrain him unexpectedly in order to protect him action.

But no matter whether he will, wants to or not, it is impossible, absolutely impossible to succeed.Harry said firmly to himself.Harry, you're not sixteen anymore, you can't let them protect you anymore - you've been able to protect yourself... yes, and you can and should save things.

Even if the price is yourself?A sharp voice suddenly came from the bottom of Harry's mind.He inevitably suffocated for a moment, and there was a shake in his heart that he didn't even notice.But the scene of Dumbledore's pain at that time immediately appeared in his mind.

Such a terrible scene instantly blew away the slightest shake in Harry's heart.He spoke to Snape again, with eagerness and pleading in his voice: "Professor, give me the stone basin."

Snape's face was gloomy. He didn't answer, but unexpectedly - or should I say naturally - thought of Lily.

If Lily were here, how would she choose?

Of course, she would no doubt have pity for elves, those magical creatures who serve wizards' homes and consider their payment an insult.Snape thought scornfully.

But what if she had to choose between the elf and herself?

What choice will she make?

... what choices could she make?

Such a choice is so cruel.

Snape didn't look at Harry, he turned to Dumbledore, his voice was cold and stiff: "Have you tried other magical creatures? Like a cat, a dog or something."

Harry's expression turned contemptuous and disgusted again at this moment.

Dumbledore said: "I'm afraid not. Although Voldemort is stupider than I thought, there is no doubt that he is still an excellent student." In addition to magic, other conditions are set. For example, the potion must be drunk by one person, otherwise it will continue to regenerate, and the person who drinks the potion—or the magical creature—must be voluntary.”

"It's not difficult to understand, is it?" Dumbledore showed a rare hint of disgust.He said to Harry, "Harry, I still want you to think clearly."

"I think very clearly, Professor." Harry said, he had a bad feeling in his heart, and felt that the other party might say something terrible.

But Dumbledore ignored him, and he continued: "I think you may be a little confused. But it's not like it used to be—"

"no no!"

"We're no longer—"

"Stop it! Professor, stop it!"

"—no longer them."

Dumbledore finished speaking calmly.

Harry's voice was stuck in his throat, he was panting violently, he looked very angry, and showed an unbearable depression... But in the end, he regained his calm.

"Of course," he said dryly, "I understand, I understand everything, you are not 'them'..."

"But really isn't it?" Harry went on, "Professor, they—" He paused, and changed to another more straightforward title, "Mr. Potter and Mrs. Potter, and Professor Black. They It's still them, they haven't changed, it's just that there's never been a 'Harry Potter' in their lives... they just don't have anything to do with me anymore."

"However," in the dim, green light, the 11-year-old boy's face flashed a trace of bewilderment and exhaustion, and he continued, "Even so, they——Lily is also a respectable mother, and James is also a real mother." A really good husband... and you, the professor, and you."

Harry said, his voice was very low, like a whisper, but this did not prevent the other two from hearing the nostalgia and admiration in that voice: "Professor, you are a respectable wizard, I don't think— Do you value me, or do you know me - I really don't think you should bear these..."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry raised his voice suddenly, looking straight at Dumbledore. "You wouldn't be so cruel, would you? You wouldn't let your poor student look at him with respect again." The elders suffer, don't they?"

"So you're going to make an old man suffer while watching the child he loves?" asked Dumbledore.

"Forgive my waywardness, Professor," said Harry finally.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were also dyed green under the light from the potion in the stone basin. He and Harry looked at each other for a moment, then turned to Snape and asked, "Are you sure there is no problem? Severus S."

"I'm sure," said Snape coldly, "I'm sure there's something very wrong."

Harry and Dumbledore looked over together.

Snape was so angry that he almost wanted to tell that nasty kid that if he insisted, his life would be ruined by himself.

But he clearly saw the appeal in the child's eyes.

... He seemed to see that there were many, many things - all kinds of expectations, all kinds of sacrifices - on that child, making him exhausted and unable to sustain himself.

"Severus?" Dumbledore's voice called out.

Snape heard the other party's decision from the other party's calm but slightly tense voice.

...not really surprising, is it?

Dumbledore already understood what was the best choice for that child.

... He also understands.

"There is no doubt," said Snape, "that if you drink these potions, it will have an effect on your body."

"Is it irreversible?"

"...no," said Snape.

"So, Professor, we've prepared so much, and you're here - are people who have to drink potions still in danger?" Harry asked sharply.

"Are you questioning my ability?" Snape's eyebrows were deeply sunken, "if you have to—" He paused, as if looking for a word to describe "—such saintly words, then As you wish," he said quietly, "this potion will make you miserable, but I will not ask it to take your life or leave you with permanent and irreversible damage. So, are you satisfied?"

"Thank you, Professor," said Harry, after a pause, "I'm sorry."

But he didn't hesitate in reaching out to the stone basin.

The stone basin, glowing a vivid emerald green, came to Harry.He didn't immediately drink the potion out of a cup, but looked at the surrounding lake and said, "It might disturb the corpses below..."

In fact, Harry didn't have to say it at all.

Dumbledore and Snape had thought of this a long time ago, and they used the previous method again, sending Dumbledore to the river bank first, and then Harry took the boat back to the center of the lake alone.

After Harry got ashore, Snape took out several bottles of potions with a straight face and motioned for Harry to drink them.

Harry looked at the yellow, yellow, green, and strangely colored potion, and his heart felt trembling. It took him a long time to pick out a bottle of potion that looked relatively normal and had a small amount of potion, and drank it, and then...

"Cough cough... vomit... cough..." Harry retched for a while, tears came out of nausea, and he swore that he had never drank such a weird potion.

It's a pity that Snape showed no sympathy for Harry's painful appearance. He urged Harry to drink it quickly with a sullen face, and after thinking about it for a while, he took out a few more bottles.

"What else?" Harry looked at Snape desperately, took a deep breath, and drank all the potions in pain.

"Wait fifteen minutes," Snape said, and conjured up a pocket watch and put it on the ground to keep time.

Temporarily relaxing, Harry changed positions and stood for a while, then simply sat down on the floor: "Professor."

Snape, who was arranging the potions he had brought, gave Harry an annoyed look, looking unwilling to speak.

Harry coughed and cheekily ignored, "Well, later if—I mean if I lose consciousness—"

"Of course, of course, Mr. Ravens, the saint, I will pour all the poison into your stomach." Snape sneered.

"Oh, that, thanks—" said Harry, "but I'm going to say that if I lose consciousness later, I'm afraid—I'm afraid I'll say something, so—"

"So what?" Snape asked.

"So don't mind... I mean, I'm hallucinating..." said Harry.

The corners of Snape's lips were pursed, and he didn't look like he wanted to answer the sentence at all.

Harry didn't say anything more.

In the huge space, there is only the tick-tick sound of the hands in the pocket watch.

15 minute passed quickly.

Harry felt his heart beating suddenly faster, and he took several breaths to stabilize his trembling hands.He used magic to conjure a cup that didn't look very good looking. After scooping a cup full of potion from the stone basin, he didn't drink it immediately, but turned his head to look at the person standing across the lake, faintly Chuo's figure.

He whispered, "Professor, you'll see why I don't want Professor Dumbledore to drink this."

He paused, then stammered, "Also, I didn't ask your permission, but... I appreciate your willingness to be there... I know, well, we all know, it's not easy, this kind of thing is not easy at all." It's not pleasant, I've been through it, I know... I think it's even worse than drinking a potion." He murmured.

But Snape didn't appreciate it, his deep black eyes gleamed, looking cold and full of malice: "If Mr. Ravens thinks that I will be as weak as you, then he is very wrong."

Harry didn't pay attention to Snape's words - or didn't have the energy to care.He just responded with a perfunctory, casual smile.

Then he picked up the cup, didn't give himself a chance to hesitate, and drank it in big gulps.

Snape was sullen, paying close attention to Harry's expression and expression: "Feeling?"

"Feeling? It's uncomfortable..." Harry replied, trembling a little, but he was very conscious. After taking a deep breath, he took another full cup from the stone basin and drank it.

"Feel?"

"I don't know, maybe it's uncomfortable... pain... thirsty?"

Another drink.

"Feel?"

"..." A few broken syllables spilled out, Harry didn't look at Snape, he gritted his teeth and took the fourth cup from the stone basin.

"Feeling?" Snape's voice became very stiff.

Harry stopped answering, he closed his eyes, the cup fell out of his palm and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched twice, he swung his wand violently to recreate the container, filled the potion in the stone basin, handed it to Harry's lips, and ordered: "Drink it!"

The boy with his eyes closed obediently drank it, but he immediately moaned: "No, no..."

Unmoved, Snape took another cup of the potion and fed it into the mouth of the boy who was already leaning against him, unable to sit still.

Only one-third of the potion was left in the stone basin.

Snape was going to go on, but the boy leaning against him suddenly yelled in panic, "No, no - go away! Go away -"

"That's just an illusion!" Snape said sternly.

"No, no—" Harry yelled, and then turned into a moan, "No no...don't do this, please...don't do this..."

"Be sober!" Snape shouted, taking another scoop.

"It's enough, no...it's enough...Please...please...please..." Harry begged weakly, "I don't want...you can't..."

Snape's hand holding the cup stiffened, and he felt the object in his hand become heavier than ever.

But he put the cup of potion into Harry's mouth again.

With his eyes closed, Harry let out a yelp, and snapped free from Snape's arm, hitting the ground and writhing in agony.Big tears streamed from his closed eyes, and he moaned and pleaded, convulsed in agony, as if dying.

He encountered something more hopeless than death.

"Kill me, that's enough, kill me... Voldemort... kill me... Godfather, Godfather... no... Sirius, please, don't... father, mother, professor..."

For a moment Snape thought the other party was calling him.

But Harry went on, weeping loudly, desperate as if the world had fallen: "Professor, Professor Dumbledore, please stand up, stand up - don't - don't - I What should I do? What should I do?"

The eighth cup.

Snape poured the eighth potion into the struggling Harry's mouth.

Harry was silent for a moment.

The next moment, Harry's whole body twitched, and some dark liquid overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He said intermittently: "Let me die, let me die...I can't stand it, I can't stand it...Why me ? Why does it have to be me?... Enough, come at me... Are you satisfied with killing me?..."

The twitching of his body slowly subsided, but before it really stopped, Harry started a new round of violent shaking. He screamed in pain, waved his hands wildly, and moaned and begged someone: "Water, give me water, please, please..."

"This is water." Snape finally spoke out, coaxing Harry, his hand holding the glass trembled slightly, and his voice was unbelievably gentle.

Then he offered the cup.

In the cup is the last poison.

Harry obediently drank the potion in the glass.

The violent shaking of his body stopped together with his shortness of breath.

Snape felt that his heart also stopped, he was flustered, the hand that grabbed the opponent's arm unconsciously relaxed, his mind went blank, he didn't know what he should do and what he could do.

The next moment, the slight cough sounded again.

Snape snapped back to his senses and saw Harry lying on the ground quietly, blood spilling from his mouth... but luckily, luckily - he was breathing ramblingly but firmly.

He's still breathing.

He is still alive.

Snape picked up the man tremblingly, grabbed the pendant that finally appeared in the stone basin, stumbled and fell onto the boat, and rushed to the opposite bank while pouring various precious potions into the unconscious Harry. Li mouth.

They reached the other side.

The lake was surging, as if something was about to crawl out of it.

But no one's attention was there.

Dumbledore saw Harry in Snape's arms, his expression became extremely terrifying, like a deeply enraged lion, and he simply said: "Go back immediately!"

Then none of them spoke again, and after leaving the cave quickly, the entourage manifested back to Hogwarts.

a terrible day.

Another bad day.

James felt that his life would never be as bad as it was now.He sat wearily in the corner of the Three Broomsticks bar in Hogsmeade, ordered two glasses of fire whiskey, and waited blankly for Sirius to arrive.

"Merlin, did I offend you at some point?" James muttered to himself. He felt that he desperately needed someone to confide in, and the best thing was that this person could drink or drink with him. Taking risks... Thinking of this, he felt relieved again, and muttered, "Oh, thank Merlin, at least there is Sirius, he has been with me all the time."

Just at this time, Sirius hurried into the Three Broomsticks.

"James—" he called, "I'm sorry—"

"Huh?" Seeing that his brother had regained some strength and mood, James sat up straight and wondered, "When did you become so polite? It's only 5 minutes, brother, I won't be angry if I wait for you for an hour .”

"But you're going about your own business in 15 minutes." Sirius replied grimly, but he immediately looked serious and said again, "I'm sorry, James, it's about Harry."

"What?" James didn't hear clearly.

"About Harry," Sirius repeated.

"..." James was speechless, "maybe," he suggested, "we'll talk about something else... oh well, what a bastard." He said dejectedly, "then tell me, Sirius , what happened?"

"You should go to Hogwarts," he said, and after a moment's hesitation, "Well, call Lily...but don't let El know."

"Well, I know—what's the matter?" James asked irritably.

But Sirius remained silent until they reached the Hogwarts infirmary wing.

James told Lily by the fireplace when he received the notification from Sirius, so Lily and James arrived at the Hogwarts medical wing almost at the same time.

The door of the medical wing was closed, and all the students with minor injuries left. Harry was still in a coma, lying on the white hospital bed, breathing weakly.

On the side, stood Snape, James Lily, Sirius and Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey examined Harry at the bedside.While speaking various professional terms, she shouted loudly: "It's him again, it's him again! Doesn't he want his own life? Severus, are you confused with Dumbledore?" She waved her wand viciously, and snapped, "Why did such a dangerous thing appear at Hogwarts? Huh? And why was it given such a large dose by a student? Huh?"

"Not in Hogwarts." Snape replied succinctly with an ugly face.

Lily and James finally knew what happened. James looked strange, but his face was as ugly as Snape's.

As for Lily, after figuring out what happened, she let out a cry and fell limply on the chair.

James noticed immediately: "Lily, you go out first?" he said.

This sentence made Snape's pent-up anger suddenly surge up, and he said sullenly, with a smooth voice: "Why don't we go out together?"

"Snape, what are you talking about!?" James couldn't bear any provocation at this time.

Lily said in a choked voice, "Enough, stop, stop!"

Pomfrey shouted angrily: "Shut up, all of you, get out, all out—"

"Shut up!" The door was opened, and Dumbledore walked in from the outside. He glanced at everyone in the medical wing with a stern look, and said simply, "We all go out, Bobby needs a quiet environment for treatment." patient."

No one refuted Dumbledore.

One by one, they quietly left the room.

The doors to the hospital wing were closed again.

"So, Professor, what's going on?" James asked impatiently as he walked out. "I think you called us here because you thought we needed to know—needed to know everything, didn't you?"

Lily sobbed softly.

Snape was distracted, he looked sullenly through the open door, paying attention to the situation inside.

But he saw nothing.

At this time Dumbledore said: "Of course, you have the right to know." He summarized the matter in a few words, "Harry is going to a place with us, and we want to take something, but the mechanism on that thing is A pot of poison. Someone needs to drink it up."

"So Harry drank it...?" said Lily, her voice trembling, and she looked almost unsteady.

James and Sirius were equally shocked.James asked, "Professor, 'we'...?"

"Me and Severus," Dumbledore said simply.

As soon as his words fell, James grabbed Snape by the collar, furiously: "Are you taking revenge? Snotlite, are you taking revenge? You're taking revenge on me—our—resentment in Ha Leigh?"

"James!" Lily called out immediately.

"Enough!" Dumbledore snapped back.

Then Sirius quickly grabbed James' arm, and he yelled, "James, calm down!" But his other hand was already grabbing the wand.

James couldn't listen to anyone, and with a trembling hand grabbing Snape's collar, he said viciously, "You went too—you went together, why did a child drink it? How dare you— —how dare—”

"Why don't I dare?" Snape said, he looked at James contemptuously, with a smile on his face, and a hint of malice in his eyes, "Why can't I do this? It's just..."

He smiled noncommittally.He wanted to speak again, but couldn't continue - James clenched his fist and couldn't do anything more.

Dumbledore separated the two with a silent spell.

The old man looked at James and said softly, "James, are you going to ask me why I didn't drink it instead of Harry?"

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