When the savior is no longer the savior

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James, who was originally full of anger, froze immediately, and after a while, he said: "No, professor, I didn't—I never meant it...just, I want to say, professor, you can do such a thing Let me do it...that's just a kid, he shouldn't...can't take this, can't he?"

"What position do you use to say this?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

James opened his mouth several times, but hesitated to speak.He looked at Lily, then at Sirius, looking quite at a loss.

Lily was still sitting aside and sobbing, she couldn't care less about the dispute here.She went into the hospital wing.

There was a brief silence.

"Well, I think," Sirius said instead of James, and he gave Snape a wary look, "that kid's name is Potter."

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"That's what James meant."

The author has something to say: OK, update it.This chapter is a bit cruel, eh.

In addition, the premise of Xiaoha and Dumbledore not using elves is that they will not face death if they drink it... Although these two people are very decent, at least Dumbledore is not purely decent.

63. The cry of love...

Harry had a dream that seemed as long as a century.

The beginning of the dream was colorful, and disturbing people appeared in groups of three or four, making people irritated for no reason.But it didn't take long before the number of people who appeared became less, starting with one or two less, until one or two remained, and then until the surroundings were silent and silent.

The colors within the line of sight faded away at some point, replaced by large patches of red and large patches of black, and then, even the red color like solidified blood began to fade... Slowly, There was only darkness left.

Endless darkness.

This is a dusk full of red clouds.

When a subtle voice broke the long silence and reached Harry's ears, when a golden-red complex light broke through the thick black curtain and came into Harry's eyes, Harry lying on the bed could only Feeling numbness in hands and feet and burning pain in throat.

He realized that he had really woken up.

He let out a long breath from the bottom of his heart.

The sore throat kept urging him on.

Harry vaguely saw someone standing by the bed talking with his back turned to him. He didn't have the energy to distinguish those for a while, so he could only say hoarsely: "Water...give me a glass of water..."

There seemed to be a cry of surprise in the room.

Immediately afterwards, Harry saw someone rushing towards him with a cup, and carefully brought the cup to his mouth.

Harry immediately gulped down greedily.

Then, someone helped him up, and someone stood by and said something to him, and someone... Harry's throat, like his sight, slowly recovered.When he drank the fifth glass of water after waking up, he was not surprised to see Madam Pomfrey standing beside his bed, talking to him a lot angrily.But he never expected that the person who fed him the water turned out to be Lily.

Lily?Porter.

"Bo, Mrs. Potter?" Harry was taken aback, almost choking on the water in his throat, coughing, his voice stammered and hoarse.

The red-haired woman sitting by the bed looked very haggard.Her face was pale, there were deep shadows under her eyes, her beautiful red hair seemed to have lost its luster, and the ends of her hair were dry and frizzy, and the color was yellow.

Holding the glass, she asked Harry softly, "Do you want any more?"

Harry was quite at a loss, he opened and closed his mouth, and said dryly, "That, no need, thank you."

Lily silently put the cup on the bedside table beside her.

Madam Pomfrey spoke harshly to Harry.

Harry wasn't in the mood to listen at all, and while he was coping with it, he was thinking about Lily: how could she come here?

How did she know...why did she come here...

Madam Pomfrey obviously understood Harry's distraction, she threw down the potion in her hand, and left angrily.

Harry didn't care about this at all, his mind was full of thoughts about Lily, he was worried about how much Lily knew, at the same time he was thinking about what topics to talk to her so that he wouldn't be embarrassed, and at the same time he was talking about Lily. What do you think he thinks so much about?It doesn't matter anyway—

The medical wing fell into an awkward silence.

Harry was very uncomfortable, he cleared his throat: "Um..."

"Harry." Lily's voice sounded at the same time.

Both stopped, and both opened their mouths again.

Harry took the first step: "Well, Mrs. Potter, you come first."

Lily glanced at Harry, and she said softly, "You've been in a coma for five days."

"...oh, I see," said Harry.

"You guys are going to do such a dangerous thing..." Lily's body seemed to be trembling a little.

So you already know?Harry thought complicatedly, and didn't know what to say, so he could only respond monotonously: "Well, it's not too much..."

"Not too much?" Lily repeated, two blushes popped up on her pale cheeks, she looked at Harry fiercely, so fierce that Harry felt that the other party would stand up and curse loudly in the next moment.

But the next moment, the red-haired woman threw herself on him, crying bitterly.

Harry stiffened in shock.He straightened his back, and his extremely heavy hands fluttered around in a panic as if they were suddenly boosted, unable to find a place to stay.

Lily leaned on Harry's shoulder, and she hugged the child under her tightly as if she wanted to pass her own warmth to him.

Tears wet Harry's shoulders.

Harry shivered as if he was being burned. He almost panicked and said, "Ma'am? Mrs. Potter?"

Lily yelled, sobbing, "Harry, Harry, don't do that, don't do that!"

The next sound caught in Harry's throat.

There was a long silence.

Lily still hugged Harry, crying bitterly.

After a long hesitation, Harry, who was flustered and stiff and didn't know what to do, finally gritted his teeth and lowered his head slightly—he saw the other person's body heaving and falling with his sobs, and he also clearly felt When it comes to the heat that flows continuously from the body...

He finally raised his hand, and after pausing in mid-air for a while, he placed it on Lily's shoulder with some hesitation.

This is not as difficult as he imagined.

"Mrs. Potter," Harry whispered, "don't be sad, no...it's nothing serious, it's nothing serious."

However, what responded to him was still that sad crying and trembling body.

Harry was silent, he just pressed the other person's shoulder hard again.

After a long time, Lily's crying slowly stopped.She sat up straight, wiping the corners of her eyes with her fingers in embarrassment and embarrassment.

Harry turned his head away, as if pretending he didn't see anything.

The embarrassment surrounding the two didn't last long. Soon, Lily deliberately avoided the matter of Harry drinking the potion, and picked a relaxing topic to communicate with the other party.

Harry was also careful to maintain the subject.

The atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more harmonious.

None of them noticed the corner of the black robe that stood quietly for a long time beside the unclosed door of the medical wing.

The author has something to say: Orz, I ran outside all day today and didn’t have time to write, so the number of words is relatively small, everyone forgive me... I should have more free time after the exam tomorrow afternoon, as for regular updates... I will try my best to >_<, I was busy preparing for the exam in the first paragraph, so I couldn’t write a manuscript, and it should be better later, you guys.

64. Whose parents...

For the next week, Harry, as Snape described it, "unexpectedly finally subsided", stayed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts as a patient.

In addition to Madam Pomfrey, there is also Lily who takes care of him every day.

Regarding this, Harry tried to say no more but failed to say it several times. On the one hand, it was because Lily would pick other topics to interrupt him every time he was about to say something. Do you also expect and enjoy such care?

In addition, during the whole week of waking up, he saw Dumbledore once, and after knowing that the Horcrux was real, he never saw the old man again. As for James, he came more than once , but not only himself, even Harry felt speechless.

If there was anything that surprised and disturbed Harry this week, it was Snape—from the moment Harry woke up, he hadn't seen Snape, and sometimes One moment when he was resting on the bed, he heard the conversation between the other party and Madam Pomfrey, and the next moment when he opened his eyes to look for someone, the other party had already left.

Time flies, and the weekend that makes the students happy and joyful has come again.

This is a fine weather: spring has come before you know it, grass is sprouting on the ground, trees are sprouting new buds, heavy leather gloves and woolen cloaks have been put away in the closet and replaced by long-sleeved thin coats, and those Players who love Quidditch and dance around in the warm sun simply forgot their long coats and only wore short sleeves, laughing and shouting on the court.

Harry, who was lying on the bed by the window and looking out, was extremely envious.

He asked the busy Madam Pomfrey again: "When can I go back to class?"

Madam Pomfrey didn't give Harry a good face. She lowered her head and flicked through the materials, angrily said, "Take class? Wait for the next life!"

Harry grimaced.

At this moment there was a knock on the door.

Madam Pomfrey became even angrier, she yelled, "Don't let people rest!" and went out to open the door, followed by faint voices.

Harry's bed was in the corner, and he looked non-curiously at the location of the door, and then, as expected, found that he couldn't see anything.He sighed, looked back, lazily leaned on the bed and continued to look out the window... He felt like he wanted to use the "Flying Charm" to summon a broom and fly out of the window...or use the Levitation Charm and Armor protection and jumping from the window is also a good choice?

There were footsteps coming towards where Harry was.

Harry turned his head to the side without much interest, and was pleasantly surprised after seeing the person coming: "Draco? Why are you here?"

"I think it's up to me to ask that," Draco said.During the weekend, this little platinum nobleman didn't put on the black school robe, but changed into a sky blue half-length short cape which is popular nowadays. The tie was replaced by an oval brooch inlaid with various gemstones. .He came to the bedside, folded his hands on his chest, raised his eyebrows, looked Harry up and down, and drew out his voice slowly: "Oh, it seems that our Mr. Ravens is doing well, I almost thought your Excellency Missing again."

Harry quickly declared his innocence: "Draco, you were the last thing I saw—you watched me answer the note, didn't you?"

Little Mr. Malfoy snorted heavily, expressing his dissatisfaction: "And now? How long have you been staying in the hospital wing? Didn't you think to inform me? I almost asked Dad—"

"Draco," Harry smiled wryly, "I thought, I'm almost rusted... But Madam Pomfrey won't let me out of the hospital wing at all, she won't even allow me to get out of bed for a few minutes .”

"You offended her." Draco said in a firm tone.

"Deeply." Harry agreed with sympathy.He immediately remembered, "But how do you know I'm here?"

"Actually, I'm skeptical," Draco said, "Why didn't I know you were here until now, given that there are students coming and going here every day... You've been here for a week, right?"

"Maybe more than two or three days." Harry replied, "But I was in another separate room before, and I only came out three days ago. Usually when someone comes in, the curtain is drawn, so..."

"So Hogwarts has been talking about 'the man in the corner curtain of the hospital wing' lately." Draco curled his lips.

Harry was speechless.

Draco glanced outside and saw that Madam Pomfrey was not paying attention in another room, so he moved to sit next to Harry and lowered his voice: "Harry, I heard something. "

"What?" Harry wondered about Draco's seriousness.

"How did you drink the poison?" The little platinum nobleman looked serious, his face tensed.

Just as Harry was about to say that you are very well informed, he heard the other party continue: "Did the headmaster call you..." He whispered, the meaning in it was self-evident.

Harry opened his mouth.The first moment he heard this sentence, he felt absurd, but immediately, he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart: How could Draco know this?This matter should be extremely hidden...and why would you think about it?Even if you know, isn't it normal thinking that Dumbledore was negligent and failed to protect him properly?

Thinking of this, Harry immediately asked, "Where did you hear that?"

"My dad told me that in a chat," said Draco, who then warned Harry, "You have to be careful, as I told you, Dumbledore is an old madman."

"No, no," Harry temporarily let go of the vague uneasiness in his heart, sat up straight, and said to Draco gently but seriously, "In fact, this is my problem, Draco—this is my personal experience , so you have no doubts about anything I said, right?"

"True, but—"

"Then I can tell you that this is entirely of my own free will."

"but--"

"But Professor Dumbledore has taken on some pressure for this, because this is not 'correct' in the general sense of people's understanding." Harry said, "For this, I think I should feel sorry for our headmaster. .”

Draco looked at Harry like he was looking at a troll: "Do you know what you're doing?"

Harry shrugged: "It couldn't be more clear."

"Are you sure you know all about what you've been through?" Draco doubted.

Harry said calmly, "No one knows more than I do."

Draco was annoyed, and he said viciously, "After all, you're completely on Dumbledore's side, aren't you?"

"About that," Harry changed the subject suddenly and lightly, "thank you very much, Draco. Really," he smiled at the other person with sincerity, "thank you very much."

Draco glared at Harry, his ears slowly turned red, but immediately made a gesture of disgust and indifference, and took out a delicate pouch tied with silk from his pocket: " Here you are, the extra candy." He gave Harry the haughty look that he didn't want it.

Harry, who had known the other party's personality long ago, happily accepted it, and did not hesitate to smile: "Your candies are always delicious."

The little platinum nobleman snorted as a matter of course, and he said: "Okay, I'm going back...Professor Snape doesn't know what's wrong recently, his face is terribly gloomy, and he has more homework every time, but fortunately we are not qualified Lanffindor, at least you don't need labor to serve." He immediately showed a look of gloating.

Harry felt that it was probably his own fault, so he kept silent with a guilty conscience.

Draco was leaving soon, and Harry begged him to borrow a book from the library next time - he was really going to be mouldy.But Madam Pomfrey who happened to walk in sternly forbade all Harry's troublesome behaviors, and mercilessly drove Draco out together with his candy, on the grounds that Harry needs to strictly abide by her and The food list that Snape worked out together - so that he can recover as soon as possible.

... In fact, Harry felt that if this went on, he might not be able to recover.

As the sun rose and the moon set, when the light moonlight frost poured into the room from the window sill, Harry leaned against the bed, looking lazily ready to sleep at any time.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry.

Harry yawned.

Madam Pomfrey looked away and continued to tidy up the various documents on the table, then she looked at Harry again.

Harry yawned again.

Madam Pomfrey turned to pack the potions...Harry was already lying down...Madam Pomfrey closed the door to the other room...Harry raised the quilt...Madam Pomfrey changed her robe... ...Harry closed his eyes... Madam Pomfrey closed the door softly...

she left!

Harry stood up straight, happily took out a finger-sized book from his pocket, pointed at it with his wand, and chanted the magnification spell.

There was a soft "bang", and the small thing that was originally no more than five centimeters in length and width immediately became twenty centimeters in length and width, and the thickness was enough to be as thick as half a knuckle.

The cover of this book is made of unknown leather, and there are a few big golden characters on it - "Compendium of Black Magic Spells".

Undoubtedly, a forbidden book that would be in big trouble if found out.

But in the days of being disciplined like a three-year-old, what could be more pleasant than quietly challenging authority in private?

Excitedly, Harry opened the book in his hand with some indescribable pride, but before he read much, there was a light knocking sound in the room.

what?Harry followed the sound casually, and saw a lone head hanging outside the window in the hazy night.

Harry was so frightened that he almost dropped the book in his hand.He took a closer look, and was suddenly shocked and angry: "Il? What are you doing!?"

The one-headed El opened his mouth, but the sound didn't reach the room.He realized this quickly, and was just about to pull out a hand and point to the window to signal Harry to open it first.I saw the boy at the end of the room quickly get out of bed, carefully opened the window, and stretched out his arms to grab his arm.

There is an endless stream of strength and warmth from the place where the arm is grasped, and the calmness is reassuring.

As soon as Yi Er's heart was hot, he felt his whole body being pulled forcefully by something like a hook, and he flew into the window uncontrollably and fell to the ground.

He gasped in pain: "God...Harry, what kind of magic is this?"

"Potter is coming." Harry said dryly. He asked with a straight face, "Why are you at the window outside? This is the third floor!"

Elton felt guilty for a moment, and he coughed twice: "Oh, about this..." He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood why it was wrong——Merlin, he was just suspended from school, not expelled from the campus, even if If you need to come in occasionally, you can be aboveboard.

After thinking about it, Ir became confident again: "Oh, I heard Lily say you are in the hospital wing, but Lily didn't want to bring me here, so I came here by myself-it's not complicated, my fireplace and Hogsmoor De connected, and I have the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak..." He shrugged.

"..." Harry suddenly realized Filch's deep resentment towards these two things.

"Do Mrs. Potter and Mr. Potter know?" Harry asked.

"You should just call them James and Lily." Il complained, "They're already asleep," he added hastily when he saw Harry frown and wanted to say something, "But as long as they see that I'm gone, they will I know—at least Lily does. I've been pestering her about it for a week!"

"Mrs. Potter didn't agree?" Harry was a little surprised.

"She said you are not suitable to be disturbed." Yi Er looked aggrieved, "This is the first time she has rejected me so severely! Her attention has been attracted by you!"

"...I'm sorry." Harry opened and closed his mouth for a moment.

"What are you sorry for?" Yi Er was puzzled.

"Your feelings," said Harry, "I'll keep an eye on them."

"...What are you talking about?" Il was completely confused, his face blank, "Why can't I understand?"

Harry looked at the other party's genuinely confused expression, and said simply, "I'll keep my distance from them," he added, "I'll be leaving the medical wing in two days."

"What are you doing keeping them at a distance?" Il asked, suddenly realizing, raising his voice in disbelief. "Hey, keeping your distance? Harry, they're your parents! You've always liked them so much!"

"They're your parents," Harry corrected.Then he turned his head and looked at the time, "You should go back——you also saw that I have nothing to do."

Yi Er stood still, his face full of anger: "Who are you going to lie to? I read all your memories—"

This sentence made Harry's face darken.

Yi Er noticed it immediately, he paused, and Yang Gao's tone slowed down again: "Well, I'm sorry, this is private..."

"Thanks a lot," Harry said angrily, "you finally noticed."

"I didn't do it on purpose, Harry." Il said in a low voice with guilt, "I didn't react at all at that time, I just felt that those pictures attracted me to look at them, and I couldn't even think at that time..."

Harry knew this because he had been through it too.He seemed to have no reason to blame Yi Er, but only this, he couldn't control his boredom and anger, he said what he always wanted to say: "You don't have to say it!"

But this sentence caused a strong backlash from Il.

"Why?" He said confidently, as if he really didn't understand the problem at all, "You should tell us that you have such a past! We—Lily and James, will definitely not be indifferent!"

Such a topic upset Harry, who felt he had made a mistake talking to El today, but with a man trying to climb in through a window - he couldn't even keep him out just like that!

"Really?" Harry's voice was a little low, sounding quite indifferent, just like his expression at this time, "I know, I won't be indifferent, but why is that?" He asked, "Compassion? Or pity? I don't need it."

"Well, is your curiosity satisfied now, Mr. Potter," he said, "please go away."?

65. Cut off the constant connection...

The night wind blows in through the open windows, bringing a chill.

It was very quiet in the hospital wing.

Earl glared at Harry.

Harry showed no expression.

Il couldn't take it anymore, and he yelled, "Hey! How can you—how can you talk like I'm just trying to pry into your secrets? Do you know what I saw? I—"

"I'm sorry," Harry interrupted Il coldly, "I think I understand clearly whatever you saw, because it was my memory."

Il was at a loss for words, but then, a growing flame burned inside him: "Oh, yes, yes, you understand, of course you understand, just like I understand your desire for Lily and James Similarly, you take it for granted—and remember—the feeling of being pointed at with a wand by Voldemort—that disgusting snake-faced pervert, right? And the feeling of Sirius falling in front of you, right?"

"What do you want to say?" Harry had never experienced the feeling of a scar being slashed open like this before, and he felt a burst of dizziness, and at the same time felt a pain like tearing his heart—or shame and anger.He almost squeezed the words through his teeth.

"I want to say more!"

"Do you want me to apologize? Apologize for reading my memory without authorization?"

"I'd say I never thought about those things, not even in my worst dreams—"

"So as you wish, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for making you feel—"

"But I want to say, bro!" El almost yelled, "I can feel it! I feel it all! I've never felt so sick! I wish I could kill that freak, I— "

In the dark night, the pair of eyes that looked straight ahead were bright and dazzling, as if they had been carefully carved by the most skillful craftsmen all their lives, so they were dazzling and flawless.

At this moment, Il didn't think about it at all, he obeyed his heart, stepped forward and hugged him tightly: "Hey, Harry, I want to say—I must say, I don't mind having one more brother at all , really, I'm looking forward to—you never know, I've never been so looking forward to a thing... Lily and James must be like that too, aren't they? I..." He gasped, heart pounding Beating fast, he said, "I'm sorry to read your memory, but I have to say, I don't regret it at all, I don't regret it at all." He asked sadly, "Harry, if you don't talk about these things, How could we possibly know? Lily only heard that you were their child, and she was so sad that she couldn't take care of you since you were born. James was not happy at all, and there was a quiz every weekend. He canceled the strange activity, and Sirius often came over, and he kept pulling Sirius to drink until he was drunk..."

The person in his arms didn't react at all.

Il could hear his flustered heartbeat, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his hand and his tone, he whispered: "Harry, Harry!"

Harry finally responded to him.Only the simplest sentence:

"What do you want me to say? Everything is fine here."

"So?" Yi Er asked sharply, "So you don't need your presence here? So you think, you just need to watch from the side? Then what are you doing when you approach me? And why were you rejected in the first place? I hate that and don't show anger?"

Harry was distraught, both because of El's aggressiveness, and because he clearly felt - clearly understood - that his heart was wavering irresistibly.

He pushed Il away roughly as if trying to make up his mind: "About those, I want to say, I finally realized my mistake, and I won't—"

"You can't do this! Harry!" Il interrupted Harry angrily, "No one knew what happened to you at that time! You can understand Sirius' personality very well, and you can't ask him to treat you A possible enemy mild!"

"So it's my fault?" Harry asked softly.

"That's not what I meant, Harry! I just wanted to say that you should at least give us a chance, one—" Before Il finished speaking, the sound of the doorknob being turned suddenly came from the room.

In an instant, the two looked at the door together.

The door of the medical wing was violently pushed open, and streams of orange-yellow light scrambled into the dark medical wing.

As usual, Snape in black robe stood outside the door, a deep mark was sunken between his brows, his eyes were sharp, and he swept across the small hospital wing like a falcon.

The medical wing was quiet, nothing abnormal.

"Who came just now?" Snape asked suspiciously, his gaze finally falling on Harry who was leaning on the bed.

"Eh?" Harry looked surprised, "I don't think there's anyone there? Professor, did you hear the sound outside? If that's the case..." He held up the heavy book in his hand, "I I think it's because of this thing."

Snape didn't have much effort to see the name of the object in Harry's hand, and the engraving between his brows deepened: "You mean, the sound that woke up the troll just now came from this magic book?"

Harry smiled awkwardly. "It's just boring, you know, Professor. I'll remember to put a Silencing Charm on the door next time."

Snape looked at Harry intently.

Harry blushed a little.

Snape glanced inside the house again, but still found nothing, except for the open glass windows that were shaking with the wild wind outside.

Snape's eyes lingered on the window for a moment, then he sneered and said sarcastically to Harry, "Mr. Ravens, you'd better - do it yourself."

Harry opened his mouth to say something.

But Snape didn't give Harry this chance at all, and after he finished speaking, he didn't even linger, and angrily threw off his robe and left.

The door was slammed shut, and the loud bang made the walls tremble unbearably.

Harry, who was leaning on the bed, was grinning, a little guilty and a little happy, no matter what, he always clearly felt Professor Snape's tolerance for him, and compared to the previous confrontation, this was always a huge Progress, no?

Brief silence.

Il's head popped out of Harry's quilt suddenly: "Snape—" he met Harry's gaze, and immediately added cleverly, "Professor, gone?"

"Hmm." Harry said, looking at Il who was cautious and flattering, he suddenly felt that his anger just now seemed childish and immature.He took a breath, "Okay, it's too late, you should go back, Il."

Il was sensitive to the change in Harry's attitude, and he immediately said, "Harry, what I just told you—"

"Oh, I see." Harry evaded the point, "I think I see what you mean, Il."

Earl looked at Harry intently.

Harry had a feeling that his plan was being seen through. He hesitated for a moment, and just about to say something, he saw El suddenly changed his expression, and said hesitantly: "Well, now that you understand... what I mean Yes, of course there is no problem for me to go back, but you still let me stay, I will stay by the side and not disturb you..."

"Why?" Harry asked, frowning, feeling that El's request was very strange.

Yi Er was extremely embarrassed, he groaned for a long time, suddenly stood up and grabbed the invisibility cloak, and said, "Well, forget it, I think I'd better go back—"

"Wait!" Harry grabbed the person, and he frowned and looked at Il, and suddenly found that there were deep dark shadows under the other's eyes, and the fatigue on his face was also very obvious, and even the eyes that were always full of brilliance appeared vaguely bloodshot...

Harry's heart sank, he grabbed the man's hand and tightened: "What's going on? What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Yi Er struggled, and when he didn't earn it, he didn't dare to use any more force, for fear that he would accidentally hurt the other party, "It's just a small problem, it's not a big deal, probably—well, It will be fine soon."

"Are you trying to trick me?" Harry asked softly. "Is that what you expect me to do to fit in?"

Yi Er didn't leave immediately, and he promised with an insulted face: "No! How is it possible? It's just—"

"What is it?" Harry answered immediately.

"..." Yi Er felt that he had been deceived.But facing Harry's serious and persistent eyes, he was defeated all of a sudden, and his heart was still warm, thinking that this might be the feeling of the brother he wanted.

Thinking of this, he tried his best to look indifferent, and said casually: "Oh, it's really nothing, it's just that I didn't sleep well."

"Why?" Harry asked immediately, and then suddenly he understood, "You said you could feel my emotions...? Did you mean it? You could feel my emotions at the time?"

Il hesitated, avoiding Harry's gaze, and nodded slightly.

All voices in the medical wing were cut off without warning at this moment.The atmosphere, which was finally getting better, turned bad again. The light air seemed to be stuck with poor-quality glue, and pieces fell down heavily, pressing on the heart, so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

Such an atmosphere made Il uncomfortable, he moved his body, trying to say something to break the awkward situation: "Harry..."

Harry's hand slipped from El's arm.

"Merlin..." He murmured, fell down on the bed, lowered his head and raised his hands to cover his face, so that no one could see his expression clearly, only from his slumped shoulders and slowly rising and falling chest could Peek out something.

"Harry..." Il sat next to Harry, he was a little at a loss.

"I'm sorry." The voice through the palm of his hand was a little blurry, but it didn't affect Il's sense of exhaustion and guilt, "Merlin...I'm sorry, Il, I'm sorry, I'm really, very... ..."

"Hi!" Il interrupted Harry angrily, and he took Harry by the shoulder,