When the savior is no longer the savior

Professor..." Harry finally groaned - but the dry, distorted voice was so harsh even for Harry himself.

Snape's lips twitched.He asked, "Do you want me to give Slytherin another fifty points?"

"No... no no," Harry settled himself, "I didn't mean that, that, Professor—"

But Snape cut him off.

Snape flicked his wand, and the tip of the wand glowed with fluorescent lights. He stepped forward to Harry, his dark eyes seemed to be shining with cold light: "Then why are you still standing here?" He said softly, " Waiting for your professor to send you back?"

Harry was a little confused, his mind was completely occupied by that majestic stag - Merlin, shouldn't that be a doe! ? ——He didn't know what to do, he only clearly felt the oppressive force in front of him, and took a step back subconsciously.

The light in Snape's eyes disappeared instantly.He said nothing, just passed Harry and was about to leave.

But this time, Harry came to his senses. He immediately grabbed the opponent's arm and shouted eagerly, "Professor!"

Snape stopped.He turned his head with complicated eyes.

"What?" he asked, giving the other person time to talk and trying to give himself a chance.

Although he already knew the result.

"That stag—" Harry mustered up his courage, "so...isn't it a doe?"

"You know that," Snape whispered.

Harry didn't know if the other person was angry, because Snape had no expression on his face.He had some doubts in his heart, and then he heard the other party say, "So what?"

so what?It took Harry a while to understand what the other person meant, and he stammered, "I mean...Professor, are you in love with someone else?" He didn't understand why he was so flustered, "Well, the Patronus is The people of the stag? My father... Jaime's Patronus..."

Snape looked as if he had been most insulted.

Harry's voice dropped all of a sudden, and he said nervously and cautiously, "I, my Patronus are the same as James..."

There was a brief silence.

"Well," Snape said, "thanks Mr. Ravens for remembering your Patronus... So, what do you want to say?" There was a pleading in his voice that he didn't even know he had.

But Harry couldn't hear it.

His grip on Snape's arm loosened unconsciously, and his mind was in a state of confusion, shock and disbelief, and a sense of unreality—he had never thought about it, never dreamed about it—Snape , his professor likes... God, shouldn't they just be a teacher-student relationship?

He respected Snape and sincerely hoped for the other's happiness, but that was all...

"I don't know," Harry murmured.

Snape looked at Harry for a moment.He stretched out his hand, and silently but firmly opened the palm on his arm that still belonged to the child.

Harry's five fingers opened and closed feebly, and they were torn apart - he couldn't even tell if he had let go of his hand with the other's force.

"Go back and rest right away," Snape said succinctly.

Those were the last words he said to Harry.The next moment, he turned around, raised his gleaming wand, and left.

The green light had just parted the darkness, and the robe of the same color as the darkness covered the light at a faster speed, allowing the surrounding darkness to flow back to its original position like a tide.

Adult wizards have gone far.

Harry remained where he was.He stood there for a long time.

He began to think that maybe he was actually dreaming?

A ridiculous, grotesque, uninteresting dream.

But that stag...that beautiful, silver stag...his, stag?

This sense of unreality haunted Harry all the time.He went back to the dormitory to rest in a daze, had a real dream that was colorful but couldn't remember what it was, and then dragged his exhausted body and spirit to the lounge, listening to the people who had been to the hall chattering about Slater Lin's gems were missing, and then he saw Rose—the girl who kissed him—running to his side, and Draco, who was sitting next to him, immediately gave up his seat, and laughed and laughed with his followers. Laughed, teasing that the other party was his little girlfriend - and the inexplicable little girl just pursed her lips and smiled.

Anger burst into Harry's heart, and he said coldly, "Okay then."

"What?" Draco's laughter stopped, and he looked at Harry in surprise.

"I said okay!" Harry was upset, and these upsets aggravated the anger in his heart. He felt that he would regret—and already felt regret, but his mouth still did not open and close according to his master's will, Going on ridiculous, "Well—if that's what you really want," he said to Rose angrily, "We can try, why not?"

Rose looked very happy, she put her hand directly on Harry's arm and giggled.

"..." Harry didn't have to turn his head to meet Draco's strange gaze.He was sure he regretted it.And this kind of regret reached its climax when he and Rose went to the auditorium for dinner.

On the long table of Slytherin, Harry ate the food on the plate with reckless appetite. He tried not to look at the teacher's long table, and he also tried not to look at the seat on his right—these two places, one sitting Snape, one sitting with his new "little girlfriend".

And the latter is clearly trying to make a more intimate move.

"We're eating." Harry whispered awkwardly, even if he didn't look up, he could feel strange eyes coming from everywhere.

"That's why I helped you with your stuff," said Rose angrily. "You just asked me to be your girlfriend!"

"You're only in the first grade..." Saying that, Harry suddenly felt like an asshole.

Rose gave Harry a curious look, then she shrugged: "So—I'm just going to get you things, aren't I?"

Harry immediately thought of Ron and his girlfriend - not Hermione - clinging together and kissing in public.He felt his goosebumps come up.He opened his mouth to speak, but Rose, who was sitting next to Harry's hand, seized the gap and fed a small piece of cake with a fork into Harry's mouth.

Harry froze for a moment, and regardless of what was in his mouth, he turned his head reflexively to look at the teacher's table—the place belonging to Snape was empty.

Harry couldn't explain how he felt.

He turned his head back and chewed the cake slowly, for some reason, the food that should have been sweet and greasy tasted bitter.

The news of Harry and Rose's relationship spread like wind throughout Slytherin.

It was only then that Harry realized that he had a place in Slytherin - he seemed to be more popular than he had expected.But this knowledge did not comfort Harry at all. He found that since that night, Snape avoided him even more, and he could no longer see the black figure except in class—this is not difficult to understand. If it was his words, he would do the same thing if he was rejected like this, maybe even worse—look, what did he do these days?Agreeing to a relationship with an 11-year-old girl?Merlin, nothing is more ridiculous than this...

Out of frustration and some kind of unspeakable guilt, and to avoid Rose, Harry worked hard uncharacteristically, often reading and reviewing in the library until the library was closed.He felt that the meaning of his avoidance was already obvious.But Rose didn't seem to understand his attitude, and she still stuck to him whenever she was free-especially when there were many people.If she wasn't obnoxiously quiet when alone, Harry couldn't bear it in a public place like the lounge or the Great Hall.He felt that the little girl got along with him purely with the mentality of showing off, and she was willing to do all kinds of intimacy that fit her age or not (Harry was glad that the other party didn't seem to be planning to kiss at least), so as to convey to everyone that "she is Harry's girlfriend" or "Harry is her boyfriend".

Harry figured he'd better explain everything quickly, but Rose didn't give him the chance.

In the silent see-saw, the final exam is coming soon.

With plenty of revision, Harry was once again number one in his class, with Hermione right behind him (as expected), and Draco in third.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, not because of his test results, but because he could finally leave Hogwarts and get rid of Rose for a while-he made up his mind to say goodbye to the little girl at the beginning of next term.

By the way, of course, he could finally think about Professor Snape.God knows he couldn't calm down at Hogwarts, it felt like Snape was watching him all the time...

Harry thought to himself, he thought for a while, and finalized his plans for the entire summer vacation.

However, an incident happened during the summer vacation completely disrupted his plan.

The Quidditch World Cup was held early.

The author has something to say: This chapter will be relatively short, but there will be more after I go to sleep—the next plot is more exciting, and I really don’t want to delay it...So this week is really busy to the point where I shed tears and ask for all kinds of support And comfort ~!

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78

78. Walking in the dark...

This is the middle of the summer vacation of the second grade.Harry and the Potter family arrive at the site of the Quidditch World Cup - no change from last time.They were still in what looked like a desolate, misty swamp.

Harry was fiddling with his tent - the tent with Il, to be exact.

Wizards from all over the world gradually arrived through Apparition and Portkeys, and the camp quickly became lively. After wandering around, Il came back with a surprised expression.He first took a look at the tent that was almost set up: "Want to help, Harry?"

Harry turned the last screw in.He straightened up and flicked his wand while the Muggle administrator was not looking, and the crooked tent straightened up as beautifully as the photo in the instruction book.

He then shrugged at Yi Er: "It's ready." He looked at the sky.

Il laughed and took out the various snacks he had bought just now, and threw half of them to Harry, then peeled off the candy wrapper and took a bloody lollipop in his mouth, before saying, "I saw Rose just now," he shouted Li winked, "Do you want to go there? I won't tell Lily!"

When Harry mentioned this, he felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a weight. He gave Il an angry look: "You know I'm not interested!"

Il looked at Harry innocently: "I think you are very interested, otherwise how can you 'actively' pursue it?" He emphasized the word 'active'.

"At that time—" To be honest, Harry didn't know how he would agree—after all, this matter looked ridiculous, and he swore that even if he had an affair with Snape, he would not fall in love with a little girl, "—I don't know," he said dryly, with a muttered curse, "I must have had the Imperius Curse cast on me."

El laughed out loud.

Harry glared at Il again, but Il didn't care at all.Harry could only change the subject helplessly: "I heard you're going to the Dursleys' house after the game?"

Yi Er nodded: "Mom has always wanted to see her sister." He hesitated, "Why don't we all go together? By the way, they adopted you back then? Hmm... I don't remember clearly, those things Vaguely—what did they do to you?"

Il can't quite remember Harry's past.

That's what Harry and Il have discovered recently: over time, the vast number of memories that belonged to Harry that had flooded his mind when the magical connection was made faded.For example, now, Il knows that Harry has come to see the Quidditch World Cup, but he can't remember which year Harry came here, and he doesn't remember who the final winner of the Quidditch World Cup is.Another example is that Il knows that Harry has been living in the Dursleys' house, but he doesn't know how Harry is doing, and he doesn't remember much about the personality of the Dursleys.

When he first found out, Harry was nervous for a while, but after Lily and Dumbledore researched and found that there was nothing wrong with it, Harry was relieved from the bottom of his heart—he never felt that Il had any problems. His memory is a good thing, to whomever.

On the other hand, Il was quite unhappy when he found out. According to his original words, "Your deeds are more exciting than novels. I missed the best story.".

Harry just shook his head back to that.

"Uh—Dursley?" Harry didn't expect El to ask, and said vaguely after being taken aback, "It's okay, almost—that's it."

"That's it?" Il asked suspiciously.

"Well, it's okay, they finally raised me." Harry said evasively, and gave Il a vaccination after thinking about it, "But they are 'decent' people and hate wizards." He still Unable to control it, there was some sarcasm in his tone.

Il glanced at Harry twice, with a strange expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Looks about the same," Harry murmured, looking at the time, then at the sky.

"You're waiting for the owl?" El said suddenly.

Harry was quite embarrassed at this moment because he was seen through, and his face suddenly became hot—even though he didn't understand why it was like this at all: "I—"

Il didn't pay attention to this, he looked at the sky curiously: "Did you tell your friend that you would come here to watch Quidditch? ——Wouldn't it be Malfoy?" He asked in a low voice, and then denied it himself, " Impossible, Malfoy will definitely come."

"Er...not Malfoy," said Harry.

"Who is that?" Il asked curiously.

Harry didn't know how to answer.

Just at this time, a deep and deep sound came from the other side of the forest, and red, green and green lights shot out from the lanterns on the trees—the World Cup had begun.

Cheers and laughter erupted in the camp, and Il's attention was diverted immediately. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he took the initiative to pick up the Irish flag, and went forward to follow Lily and James who had already crawled out of the tent. And will.Then go through the ticket gates together and enter the venue to watch the game.

Even though he's seen it once, Harry is still genuinely happy to see those dancing veela and gold-sprinkling dwarves -- and of course the ball game -- again -- especially not this time. There are other unhappiness: such as the little elf Winky, such as Malfoy's master Lucius.

In the end, the Bulgarian team won the game, which was different from before, but Harry didn't care. He tossed the gold coins in his hand, hugged and cheered with every happy crowd.

Il, who supported the Irish team, sullenly sullenly, but under the influence of the surrounding atmosphere, after only 3 minutes, he cheered with everyone. From this point of view, neither Il nor Harry Be real fans.

As the crowd exited the arena, the sky had already darkened.After a busy day, everyone feels tired.James and Sirius were discussing the Bulgarian team's narrow victory at the side, Lily was preparing for the belated completion in front of the boiler, and Il sat on the chair and yawned continuously, looking very tired.

Soon, Lily came over with food, and she said lovingly, "Harry, Il, eat something first, then go to rest, and we'll talk about other things tomorrow."

"Mom really wants to ask you to go to her sister's house." Il whispered at Harry.

Harry sipped his corn chowder and didn't answer, he couldn't say he didn't want to go at all.

Fortunately, James and Lily didn't mention it until they went to bed after dinner, so Harry pretended not to see the disappointed look in Il's eyes.

It was a very fruitful day, and after returning to the tent, Il became dazed as soon as his head touched the pillow, and he yawned loudly: "I'm going to sleep first... Ha-uh... You don't take off your clothes and go to bed?" he asked Harry sleepily.

"I'm going to sleep," Harry said perfunctorily.

Yi Er muttered twice, turned over, and quickly fell asleep.

It was late at night, and the tent slowly became quiet.

Harry also felt sleepy. He turned off the lights, but he didn't go to sleep. Instead, he took out his hand of glory and used the magnifying spell to enlarge the magic book in his pocket. Then he leaned against the head of the bed and began to read.

Il was awakened by some kind of loud noise.

He jerked himself up in the dark, and cried, "What happened?—Harry?"

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a certain black figure standing by the window move, and then Harry's slightly hasty voice sounded in the quiet bedroom: "It's nothing, Il, come here—let's go Find James."

"Clothes..." Harry pulled him off the bed as soon as Il said two words.

Harry didn't light the lamp. He held his glorious hand and said in an unquestionable voice, "Never mind that, and keep your wand! Do you know what to do in case of danger?"

He had already pulled Il out.

Stumbling and kicking his shoes into place, El said, "Ammunition...er, passed out? A tickle spell, or something?"

"Neither." Harry turned to look at Il.

Il's eyes met Harry's—those emerald green eyes were astonishingly bright in the darkness.

Yi Er felt a slight palpitation, and heard the person holding his hand say softly: "You just need to escape, Yi Er."

There was too much emotion in that short sentence, and Il didn't know how to respond for a moment—he wanted to say "stop joking" to Harry, "Am I afraid of this?", but at this time— — At least for this moment, he couldn't say these things.

Because of the heavy feeling that suddenly rose in my heart.

No one spoke again.Soon, Harry and Il came to the tent where James was next door.

It was also at this time that James and Lily rushed out in disheveled clothes. They first saw Harry, their eyes lit up, and then they saw Il, completely relaxed.

Lily moaned, "God, what the hell happened—" They all saw the loud noise and bright fire coming from the other side of the forest.

James saw Sirius among the crowd running out. He exchanged glances with the other party, turned to Lily and said, "I'll go over and see, you are here with the child."

"Me too," said Harry.

James was taken aback, and without thinking about it, he vetoed: "Don't be kidding, you are just a child!"

"I'm not." Harry cut off James' words, he turned his head to look at Lily, Lily reacted almost immediately, and reached out to grab Harry: "Wait, Harry, wait!"

But Harry just gave the woman with the same eyes as his complicated glance.He dodged the hand stretched out to him, turned around and ran towards the crowd - leaving only a sentence almost in his throat.

He said to them:

"I'm very sorry."

The author has something to say: Xiaoha and the professor are in sight of victory.

The eighth letter is finally not that far away.

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79

79. In the forest...

In the dark woods, it is unclear who is running back and forth.

Harry wasn't flashing lumos, he was trotting through the darkness with his glorious hands raised.He could feel that something - something must be - was going to happen...

Seriously, very seriously...not at all the jokey Death Eater gathering from before...

The sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly became louder, and a group of people ran out from the woods.They saw Harry, and some tried to stop him, and some tried to ask what had happened.

Harry ignored anyone, he avoided those messy outstretched hands, and ran towards the fire and the place where the magic wave was the most violent.

The raging flames dyed half of the night sky red.

The crowd had already run away, and Harry stopped in front of the fire. He raised an arm to slightly block the oncoming heat wave, and looked at the trees twisted in pain in the flames—the one that existed in memory. The green hideous mark seems to be about to leap onto the branch and rise into the air——

A sharp wind sound suddenly hit from the side.

Harry jumped aside reflexively, and with a flick of his wrist, the two spells—experience and armor—had been fired in tandem.

The moon eclipsed the sky, and the red firelight illuminated the face of Harry's assailant.

Harry, who had just stood still, was taken aback: "Fenrir? Greyback?"

The most notorious werewolf was a little surprised. He grinned, showing his gray and yellow pointed teeth, and blood dripped from his teeth: "It's amazing that a child knows me?"

"I'm also surprised," Harry said coldly, pointing his wand at the opponent's chest, "A werewolf who is wanted and has a high reward dared to appear openly."

"Wanted? Bounty?" said the werewolf softly. "That's the old calendar. Little boy, baby, put down your wand—what can you actually do? Leave it to me, close your eyes, and just Just a little bit—”

"What can I do?" Harry smiled contemptuously, and he waved his wand like a knife, "The sharp edge is invisible!"

Greyback ducked aside at the critical moment, but the blood was still blooming on his arms.Howling from the pain, the werewolf opened his arms and flung himself at Harry.

Harry dodged it, his wand pointed firmly at Greyback's chest again, but this time, a green light shot from the side.Someone shouted in a shrill voice: "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry cast himself an Impediment Charm immediately, and he fell to the ground to see a little wizard, completely covered in hooded robes, running out of the woods.

Harry's wand flicked across the air, and an "expelliarmus" shot was already aimed at the short wizard.

The little wizard screamed, with a creaking sound in his voice.

The voice seemed familiar to Harry, but there was no time for him to think now, the werewolf was already at his side.

"Greyback, who made you here?" snapped Harry. "Who's behind it? Voldemort? The Dark Lord? — Tom? Riddle?"

The werewolf didn't respond, he approached Harry with a grinning grin.But Harry noticed that the little wizard next to him shuddered - this discovery made Harry's heart sink suddenly.

His tone could not help showing deep hatred: "Tom? Riddle? Your master—"

"Now think about yourself, little one!" cried the werewolf, slashing his claws at Harry's face.But a branch as thick as an arm suddenly fell from the sky, just in front of the werewolf's claws.

In the blink of an eye, Harry had already appeared three meters away from the ground. He waved his wand without saying a word, and shot at the werewolf without a trace.

The werewolf dodged in embarrassment, but the impediment spell that followed made him fall to the ground, and another divine strike hit him without a trace. This time, a large stream of blood gushed out of the werewolf's chest, and he roared in pain: " What are you doing! Leave me alone with him?—the brat! Bastard!"

Low or sharp laughter came from the woods, Harry's face darkened, he grasped his wand tightly, and saw wizards with hoods tightly covering their faces come out of the woods one after another.

Someone jeered at Greyback: "You two can't handle a brat anymore? Tsk tsk, maybe sir," he said the word with awe, "it's time to think about who's trustworthy."

"Why not Master?" Harry grinned, showing his white teeth, "You bastards."

Anger was easily ignited, and fighting broke out in an instant.

Curses of various colors cut through the night and shot at Harry who was standing in the middle.

Harry dodged two shots of Avada Kedavra from the front, and the Abuse and Stunning Spells he just cast silently eliminated the two people next to him, but there were still three wizards around him, and they stood apart, facing Harry shot a bright green light.

The thick birch trees behind Harry exploded, and thick and thin branches rained down from the sky.

Two streaks of green light sank into the branch, and another narrowly passed Harry's arm. Harry's spell hit two wizards in the gap of the branch rain, one fell limply to the ground, and the other fell to the ground. He was knocked out, hit a tree, and fell unconscious.

But the little wizard at the beginning is gone.Harry looked around quickly, but the sharp pain suddenly came from behind!It was the werewolf Greyback who came around behind him at some point.

Harry staggered to the ground, and the werewolf immediately kicked the wand out of Harry's hand.The flames were burning and jumping behind him, like dancing fire snakes.

"Cute baby, you're mine in the end!" the werewolf shrieked and howled, holding Harry's arm with both hands, his long and pointed nails piercing through his clothes and into the flesh.

A strong stench came over his face, Harry struggled to shake his hands, but the hands on his shoulders pinned him firmly to the ground like iron bolts.

Those yellow, sharp teeth were approaching, Harry closed his eyes in disgust, and he murmured in his heart: Wand coming, wand coming... Harry Potter wand coming...

Harry clapped his hands, and the wand that fell aside quietly fell into his palm.

As soon as he moved his wrist, a hurried and angry voice came from behind: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

The werewolf on top of Harry fell.

Harry was pulled from the ground by a strong hand.He felt himself being hugged tightly by someone, and he heard the man muttering Merlin in his ear in despair and joy, followed by a series of incantations...

The numb back began to regain consciousness, followed by severe pain.Harry staggered.

The person who grabbed Harry's arm noticed it immediately, and he spoke quickly and concisely: "Go first! The fire will be over soon!"

In the dark forest, because of the angle and light, Harry couldn't see the face of the person pulling him.

But it doesn't matter, does it?He had known for a long time that that "Shen Feng Wu Ying", that familiar voice and breath... was Snape.

His professor, the one who stayed by his side all the time, the one who knew most of his secrets, the one who accepted him all differently...

Harry froze for a moment.The surrounding sounds began to be far away, he heard his own rapid heartbeat, and he gasped as he followed another person running... He felt relieved.

Peace of mind and peace of mind.

They didn't go straight back to the camp, but stopped where the Muggles had marked the water source.

Snape waved his wand and cast a Light Charm. He looked at the wound on Harry's back, his lips tightly pursed: "What's the matter with your arm?" He asked as he checked.

It was only at this moment that Harry realized that his left hand was a bit difficult to use. He recalled: "The death curse... has been wiped away."

Snape's face darkened immediately.But he said nothing, held the tip of his wand to Harry's hand, and murmured.

Harry felt the clear breath covering the faintly scorched wound, and he hissed lightly, trying to find something to say: "Well, Professor, are you coming to the game too?"

Snape didn't look like he wanted to answer Harry at all.

Harry was a little embarrassed: "Well, I sent you a letter..."

"Thank you, Mr. Ravens, for remembering to give him a letter to the professor." Snape said coldly, "otherwise, I'm afraid it's up to the professor to give him a letter - a letter of withdrawal for the new semester - which says 'for the sake of others. For the safety of the children, the board of directors proposed the principal to decide, and the school had to reluctantly make a choice to end Mr. Harry Ravens' studies at Hogwarts in advance...'."

Harry sneered, not daring to refute.

But Snape looked even angrier, and said roughly, "Take off your clothes! Show me the wound on your back!"

Harry wisely shut his mouth, and quickly tore off the clothes that were stuck to the skin with the clotted blood.

About 1 minute of silence.

Harry felt something cold touch his skin - a wand?He thought about it a little bored, and heard Snape cast the spell again.

The wound on his back was healing, and Harry couldn't help shivering from the instant itching and tingling.Almost immediately, he felt a weight on his shoulders, pinned down by a dry hand reaching out from behind.

Harry's heart felt hot, he turned his head to the side, and called out in a low voice, "Professor."

"What?" Snape said harshly.

Harry was silent for a moment.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked stiffly again, and then he found something, and tried to soften his tone, "Is there any injury?"

Harry grunted under his breath.

Snape didn't catch it.He was a little annoyed, frowned and approached Harry: "What the hell—"

A touch of warmth suddenly covered his lips.

Snape stopped, not knowing for a moment what had happened.But immediately, he felt a bit of moistness and nibbling on his lips, such moderate force seemed to be persuading and tempting him to open his mouth and enjoy it...

Snape's hand was on Harry's back at some point.

Harry grunted.

Snape woke up with a start, immediately withdrew his hand, and wanted to speak in a daze, but Harry seized the opportunity first, and he stuck his tongue in after Snape opened his mouth, Block all the voices that the other party is about to make...

The light created by magic disappeared silently.

In the darkness, I don't know who tied whose body first.They hugged each other tightly, fell to the ground overlappingly, kissed fiercely and asked, exchanging each other's breath temperature——

After a long time, Harry pushed the person out of breath, his hands and feet were weak, and he didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or other reasons.

Snape straightened up obediently, his gaze fixed on Harry's face, the eyes were dark and shiny, with a strange expression.

Harry licked his lips, and his eyes just fell on Snape's lips, and he looked intently at them for a moment before coming to his senses and looking away with a little embarrassment.

"That..." said Harry.

"What?" Snape asked.

Harry actually didn't know what he wanted to say. He mumbled for a while, thinking of Ginny and Cho, Sirius James and the others, and his recent girlfriend Rose...

He suddenly said a terrible word:

"I never kissed her."

80

80. In the forest...

The flames were still raging in the woods, and the panicked wizards finally regained their calm under the evacuation of the Aurors who rushed over.Now, the Aurors were calling for reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic as they contained the spreading fire.

But all these actions did not affect the depths of the woods.

It was a dank, dark corner where even a fire could not burn.The short wizard who was the first to escape from the battle was lying on the ground and trembling. His trembling was so obvious that even the robe that was dragged to the ground dragged the leaves and made a rustling sound.

The moonlight breaks through the layers of leaves and spills down.

In the dim light we could see a figure with a face hidden in shadow sitting before the little wizard.His hands were naturally hanging on the armrests, his legs were crossed, and he leaned casually and gracefully on the high-back soft chair.

He tapped the armrest and asked softly, "Wormtail, is this what you want to tell me? You left your comrades in battle, fled like a rat in front of only one enemy, and ran back ……I'm here?"

The creaking sound of Wormtail lying on the ground carried an easily recognizable crying voice. He reached out and grabbed the corner of the man's robe in front of him, humbly