When the savior is no longer the savior

Remove the water stains on the newspaper, and look closely at it.

The writer is Rita, a gold medal reporter for the Daily Prophet?Skeeter.

Just seeing the name, Harry felt his eyes go dark.His heart was beating rapidly, and he looked down almost tremblingly...

"Harry Ravens, born in 1980, a fifth-year student at Hogwarts, was once active in major newspapers because of his battle against the most notorious werewolf in history, Fenrir Greyback, which aroused widespread heated discussions and overwhelming attention. The sympathies of most wizards are close, and they have successfully forced the Ministry of Magic to recognize the legal justification for their use of magic outside the schools."

"However, they probably didn't expect that this wizard, who is far from an adult, not only possesses outstanding magical talents, but also has a corrupt private life and a cold heart."

The former savior with a corrupt private life and a cold heart clutched the newspaper tightly and buried his head in it. He was overwhelmed by the sight of more and more steel needles around him.

And the black letters printed on the white paper persisted into his eyes.

"'Harry? Ravens? I remember a guy who looked amazingly small,' said the St. Mungo's receptionist. 'Harry? Ravens? I know him, he and another lady There was a lot of noise in the hallway, the lady begged to keep the baby, but he said nothing,” replied another therapist, who did not want to be named.”

Next is a color photo.

Because of the angle, Dora's face wasn't captured in the shot, but that didn't matter because Harry's entire body was in frame—the corners of his lips straightened, the indifference in his eyes, his pull. The firmness with which Kaiduo held hands, the determination with which he pushed away the treatment room...

If the protagonist of this photo is not himself, Harry will not hesitate to define the person in the photo as a heartbreaker.

But this photo... is to express what?

Harry continued to look down suspiciously.

"As these two well-meaning people said, Harry, the genius wizard who was called the magical boy two years ago obviously has the character and vision that most people don't have. It is understood that such disputes have been resolved in St. Ge appeared twice, and the lady—it is worth mentioning that the lady is obviously twice the size of our amazing boy—begged the father repeatedly, and even offered to raise the child completely independently, but the father still refused to comply. Don't forgive..."

Harry's face became strange, and he couldn't help raising his head to glance at the teacher's bench, just in time to meet Snape's eyes.He withdrew his gaze, and the heart that had been raised to the throat fell back to the distance. He felt that he couldn't laugh or cry, so he simply jumped to the end.

Rita?Skeeter concluded by writing:

"Harry Ravens' behavior is undoubtedly unethical and contemptible, but we should also think about what made these underage children degenerate into devils. Then think of the article that appeared in the newspaper two years ago. Wonder Boy, I deeply regret this."

Next came another color photo.

The cut is also great. It is the scene where Harry knocks Fenrir into the air. Although the forest is dense, it still cannot hide the brilliance of the boy holding the wand in the photo...

Harry put away the newspaper sullenly.He now knows why such a vulgar and gossip news can make it to the newspaper with the largest circulation and influence in the magic world, just because of the last vague reminder—after Rita has used enough ability to reverse black and white and gossip Empty slogans!

I believe that everyone who has been written by Rita has this feeling: I can't wait to send ten roaring letters with the largest capacity to the other party at one go, it is best to apparate directly to use fat tongue toffee and nosebleed nougat, Matching sticks with incisors, roasting spices with fire...Of course, Hermione's method is the best. When that damn black-hearted reporter despicably turns into a beetle to snoop on other people's secrets, arrest her and lock her in a bottle. For ten days and half a month, only the leaves are given——

But before that, more and more steel needles were stuck on Harry, and Harry ignored them as much as possible, thinking calmly: I must first eliminate the effects of this incident, at least minimize them .but……

Harry looked up and found that everyone in the auditorium—everyone—had stopped eating, and all turned their heads to look at him, their eyes were full of surprise, curiosity, and contempt.

He didn't even have the strength to suffer anymore, and Harry was about to leave first to think about it, when he saw a snow-white owl flying straight towards him holding a howling letter.

It's not over yet... Harry took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and reached out to catch the letter, and was surprised by the signature on the envelope.

It's Dora's.

He frowned and opened the letter.

A gentle and slightly alienated female voice sounded in the Hogwarts auditorium: "I am Dora? Augustus. Another person in the photo of St. Mungo's in the newspaper. This is a misunderstanding, the truth is not Li As Ta Skeeter wrote... I'm sorry for bothering you, Harry. I'll clear it up."

The roar that could not be regarded as a roar was completed, and the red letter floating in mid-air took the initiative to tear itself apart.

Harry didn't know what to say anymore, he clearly felt that the atmosphere in the auditorium was not relieved by Dora's explanation, on the contrary, they looked at him with even more disdainful and repulsive eyes, as if they believed that he used Dora was so fascinated by the flesh that she would do anything for him...

But it's not the worst.

The worst part was that Harry found that among the several eyes looking at him from the teachers' bench, Voldemort's eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking, while Snape became obviously displeased.

Damn it, let it be!Thinking angrily, Harry pushed his chair away with a bang, stood up, turned around and walked out, without seeing Draco's hesitant expression beside him.

He was too lazy to talk to the other party.

Today's first class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, he can be exempted, but that doesn't mean it's over, because Dumbledore asked someone to bring him a letter and asked him to meet in the principal's office.

Harry felt guilty and embarrassed uncontrollably, but instead of escaping, he quickly appeared in front of Dumbledore.

"Sit down first, Harry." Dumbledore said softly.

Harry sat on the chair in silence, and then he noticed that Dumbledore on the opposite side was pointing fingers. Although his blue eyes were still bright and clear as usual, his brows were already frowning together in worry.

What is Dumbledore worrying about?Harry thought this, and immediately realized that it was his fault, and he felt his face burn.

After a short silence, Dumbledore said: "Harry," he paused, as if he was phrasing, "There is nothing wrong, you go back first, I will talk to Severus."

Harry guessed that Dumbledore had seen through the truth of the matter—very little magic could hide from Dumbledore, and once he had seen through the veiling magic, his stomach now... Harry avoided thinking about it, although he had decided to keep the child , but he still can't adapt to his identity.

"Professor," Harry's cheeks were still hot, and he had a feeling of evading his responsibility, "I'm sorry—"

"Sorry?" After the surprise, Dumbledore smiled. "It's a good thing—although it's not perfect—but it's a good thing, and I'm happy about it. Harry, why do you say sorry?"

Harry was a little perplexed.

Dumbledore said: "Is it Voldemort?" He pondered for a while, "Harry, maybe I didn't make it clear before, but I think you have done enough, enough." He said gently, "Can you I'd be more than happy to help; but if you've got anything else to do - Harry, you're not alone, and this situation, maybe an old guy like me should try harder?" he said humorously Say, "James hasn't been very happy with me lately."

It is undeniable that Harry's tense heart was relieved by Dumbledore's comfort.He stood up, said goodbye to the owner of the room politely, and walked out.However, when the palm touched the doorknob, an inexplicable emotion drove Harry to turn around again, and said impulsively, "Professor, do you love me?" He added, "I mean, before—"

"I think so." Dumbledore cut off Harry's words. The moment Harry spoke, he understood what the other party wanted to say, "I love you like my child, Harry. Whether it was before Still now, not because of who you are dealing with or who you can deal with. I love you because you are upright, kind, fearless, compassionate, and kind." He replied to Harry, for himself, Also for the other 'me', "Have you any doubts? Harry."

"No." Harry replied with a smile.Perhaps once, in his dream, he thought about whether Dumbledore would treat him like this if he was not the key figure in dealing with Voldemort.But now, this question no longer haunted him in his dreams, "I have no doubts, Professor."

He left the principal's office.

But it seemed that someone was against him in an invisible corner. After getting out of the gargoyle, Harry just walked two steps and met someone in the corridor.

Someone he didn't want to meet at all.

"Harry." Voldemort said the name slowly in a peculiar accent, his eyes resting on Harry's stomach.

This time, Harry recognized that the other party was speaking Parseltongue.With a straight face, he said in English with a calm and almost indifferent voice: "Professor Riddle."

Voldemort smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that you would dare to do this." His eyes swept across Harry's abdomen again, meaning something.

Harry understood that the other party saw it as much as Dumbledore ... but so what?Sooner or later.Harry looked directly at Voldemort and said frankly, "I didn't think of it either."

"Aren't you afraid?" Voldemort hissed, his voice as cold and sticky as a snake.

Harry stared at Voldemort, and after a few seconds he replied in Parseltongue, "I'm not afraid of anything. Especially the one thing my mother did."

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106. Different positions

Harry found it hard to move at Hogwarts.

If he was embarrassed by Voldemort and Dumbledore's discovery, the whole Hogwarts student - yes, the whole - was misled by the newspapers, and Harry was annoyed.

Of course, he wisely ignored it.

Harry thought that from his point of view, even the mighty Voldemort would temporarily die down in the face of those dragon-killing eyes from all corners.

Lunch time was even more difficult than breakfast. The moment he walked into the auditorium, Harry wanted to skip lunch, but looking at Snape on the teacher's bench, he still dismissed this action that might make the other party angry. Face sat down in his original position.

The Slytherins on both sides moved to the side calmly, Harry slipped his hand, and the spoon hit the plate hard, making a crisp sound, which attracted more presumptuous scrutiny from others.

Maybe...the professor can understand my behavior?Being watched like this, Harry was sure he couldn't take a bite, and he hesitated, wondering if he should leave.

At this time, someone helped him make a choice.

"Harry, come with me!" Sprinting over from the adjacent Gryffindor long table, Il grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him up from the chair.

Harry staggered a few steps after being dragged, and subconsciously raised his arm, as if trying to protect something.But immediately, Harry stood up straight: "Il?" Before he finished speaking, Il, who pulled Harry out, suddenly realized something, and turned around to grab a random stuffed beef filling. plate of pie, and continued to drag Harry to run outside.

This behavior was in line with Harry's wishes, he didn't try to ask again, and ran out of the Hogwarts auditorium together with the other party, leaving those unfriendly eyes and buzzing voices behind.

They went to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

It was Il who opened the door, thinking of "a hidden room where we can talk", so what appeared in front of them was a very comfortable room without windows: the walls were light yellow, The sofa is so big that people can sink into it. Hot black tea and snacks are placed on the coffee table at the beginning. On the floor, besides a thick layer of plush carpet, there is also an emerald green bonsai that grows gratifyingly. .

After entering the room and closing the door, Il was the first to breathe a sigh of relief. He threw the food he got from the Slytherin table on the coffee table, took a sip of the drink, and said, "The way they look at you is terrible ...well, when talking about you." He shrugged, bluntly.

Harry couldn't agree more.

He also sat down at the coffee table, looked at the food on the table, waved his wand, and a whole plate of hot spaghetti appeared in front of him.

Il looked at Harry, who didn't order any more food, just a beef patty.

For a while, neither of them made a sound.They ate their lunch in silence, the atmosphere was awkward and stagnant, distracting like sticky glue...

"Okay, what do you want to ask?" Harry asked after he finished eating.

"It's nothing, really," El mumbled, "but Lily sent me a letter, which was blank...uh," he looked at Harry a little uncertainly, "you know what that means, right? Mom, she I'm so upset, I don't know what to say..."

"I understand." Harry said understandingly.

"That's good." Yi Er let go of the stone in his heart and took a long breath, "You can write a letter to Lily to clarify the misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" Harry asked. "Are you sure it was a misunderstanding?"

"Is it not a misunderstanding? Don't be stupid, Harry, I trust you, not to mention that Skeeter can be trusted? Any fool knows that woman is the best tell-tale-but I have to say, she does know how to tantalize people. "Il said calmly.

"Thanks," said Harry with mixed feelings, "but I want to say that it's not all absurd."

"We're brothers." Il dismissed it. "But what does 'not all absurd' mean?"

"Well—that is, the child is indeed mine," replied Harry.

The room was quiet.

"Uh..." Il swallowed, "What did you just say? I don't think I heard clearly..."

"The child is indeed mine." Harry said calmly. After the short conversation just now, the thorn in his heart because of the strange eyes of others had been pulled out by Harry. He was even in the mood to joke to himself: Now, Harry, do you really care about the stares of students not half your age?And did you really not think of such a situation at all?

Just to be expected, Harry.He spread his hands towards himself.You should have been prepared.

"Uh——" Yi Er supported his head, "I think I heard something terrible... You mean, you really had a child with a woman twice your age?" He was deeply shocked, "And forced that woman to abort the child?"

"It's Rita talking nonsense," said Harry calmly. "I didn't have anything to do with Dora, I just had a baby."

"What do you mean?" Il wondered, "You didn't have sex with Dora, how could you have a child? Could it be that you were with another woman—and Dora loved you, so she went to St. Mungo's to find you? But Why did she leave you and other people's children..."

Harry was speechless.

Yi Er was still struggling: "Wait a minute, the logic doesn't make sense, you said you have a child... Dora likes you, otherwise it would be impossible to find you..."

"Dora doesn't like me." Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "We're so far behind... Dora just wants children."

Yi Er was at a loss: "I know, I can tell by reading the newspaper, she wants a child, but you don't give it to her, but the child is yours..." He suddenly stopped, "The child is yours?"

Harry shrugged uncomfortably, "—um."

Il looked at Harry, his mouth slowly opened, slowly opened... Well, it’s time to stuff a whole egg in, Harry thought to himself, at this time Il stumbled out: " Yours, yours... yours!?"

The air around the two was engaged in a fierce struggle.They wrestled aggressively, collided, exploded, and roared silently with their heads raised.

Il was stunned by the blow.He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and wiped it again: "Who is it?" He asked, looking at Harry hesitantly after thinking for a while, "Um...how many months?"

"Almost four months." Harry answered the latter question.

"Who is it?" Yil asked the previous question again without giving up.

Harry hesitated a little.

"Do James and Lily know? Will you tell them?" Il immediately continued after asking, "Do you think this matter can be kept from me forever? Don't be stupid!" He stood up with his fists clenched, The veins on the back of the hand twitched, "That bastard, damn—you haven't graduated yet! I must—"

"Okay, okay." Harry hurriedly comforted Il, and he said as if giving up, "Remember to keep it secret...it's Professor Snape."

But all he answered was an angry growl that shook the room:

"That scum!"

Harry jumped up resolutely to catch Il who was rushing out after turning his head, but was staggered a few steps by the inertia, and he immediately added a loud spell to himself: "Il, listen to me!"

Er was stunned by the sound next to his ear.

"James already knows!" Harry canceled the spell and spoke immediately.

These words worked, and Il stopped rushing forward, and he looked at Harry suspiciously: "Did James kill him?"

Harry smiled bitterly: "Come on, you just need to know that this is an ordinary relationship."

Earl glared at Harry.

Harry said seriously: "I don't want to remind you of my real age again and again. But I think, at least I have the ability to decide who to like, and some other things. And like Professor Snape, have a child, Those are my choices. That's all."

Earl said angrily, "Well, what's so good about Snape, he didn't even dare to stand up and admit that the baby was his! You don't know how bad the other people say-"

"Of course he dares." Harry felt a little helpless about this, "but it's not necessary, because I still have to study here."

Yi Er asked sharply: "Are you sure he really dares? Admitting this will ruin his career!"

"Yes, I'm sure he would." Harry said calmly, "as long as it's necessary. But you're not going to bring this up on purpose, are you?" He changed the subject, "El, don't you forget I'm here too Hogwarts went to school and hadn't taken the exam yet. Oyle was discouraged: "Okay, I'm not a fool..." He sat back on the chair reluctantly, looking sullen, "What are you going to tell Lily?James knew it, but Lily didn't know it yet, did she?Otherwise, they would not have given me that letter. "

"Maybe...in a few days?" Harry wasn't sure, he felt a little guilty.

Then neither of them spoke anymore.

The sweltering day is finally over.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Harry, who didn't want to stay in the room by himself, appeared in the cellar with a book.

Both of them are used to this kind of relationship.Harry didn't knock on the door when he came in, and Snape, who was grading homework, only rolled his eyelids: "Your homework this time is E."

"Hmm..." Actually, Harry was already satisfied, but he knew that Snape would not be satisfied with this grade - Potions professors are always so strict in their attitude towards potions... Well, I don't like it very much. .

This is his only shortcoming.Harry was a little worried.

Sure enough, the next moment, the Potions Professor bared his teeth and smiled: "It seems that Mr. Ravens has forgotten all the foundation laid in the past few years. I doubt if you really did what I told you—— "

"Professor," Harry interrupted Snape, he said honestly, "I've given you my time, and you know best whether I have done it."

"..." Snape lost his temper.

Harry laughed instead, and leaned over to Snape's side and asked, "Maybe I'm tutoring now?"

Snape glanced at Harry: "Forget it, don't touch potions for now."

"Why?" Harry wondered.

Snape said noncommittally, "Maybe it's because between the two of us, my talent is enough."

Harry was puzzled, but seeing that Snape didn't intend to continue explaining, he just shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, I'll go wash it first."

"Yeah." Snape responded, bowed his head and continued to grade his homework, and continued to draw red circles on the horrific parchment that was already filled with red circles... But at this moment, the fireplace ignited a flame.

Snape looked up, and after a moment, his eyes narrowed.

After taking a comfortable hot shower, Harry brushed his dripping hair and walked out: "Professor..." He suddenly realized something was wrong: the office was quiet and there was no sign of human activity. But there was one more deer.

Well, the silver stag...

Harry threw down the towel to dry his hair and went over to the stag sitting prostrate by the fireplace and held out his hand.

The stag obediently rubbed Harry's hand with its graceful long neck, and then it opened its mouth, and it was Snape's voice: "I'm going to Malfoy Manor, it may take some time, you should rest first."

Then the Patronus disappeared, and Harry looked around, tidied up the sofa (all his belongings) and was about to do his homework, when he heard the chirp of the fireplace behind him: "Snape—"

The sound of the head in flames stopped abruptly.

"James." Harry turned around and greeted calmly.

"Well, where's Harry—Snape?" James asked suspiciously, turning his head in the flames.

"Out for now," said Harry.

"Not at Hogwarts?" James' face was covered with clouds, and even the dazzling fire could not dispel the gloom between his brows.

"I've got something to do." Harry said, and quickly changed the subject, "What's the matter, James."

"Lily wants to see you," said James. "I don't think you should be surprised. Besides," he added coldly, "I thought Snape would come with you."

Harry wasn't really surprised, but regarding Snape's impromptu business...he wisely ignored it: "James, I'll be there right away."

James said nothing more, he disappeared into the flames.

Harry, on the other hand, rushed back to the bedroom the moment the other party left, arranged his hair, changed into clean new clothes, hesitated and used a small beauty charm to make himself look full of energy. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the flames, calling out the address of Potter's house in the green light flashing in front of his eyes.

With a bang, Harry began to spin at a high speed, and countless rooms outside the fireplace passed by in a spiral state, making him dizzy.About three to five seconds later, there was another bang, and he was pushed out of the warm flame by an invisible force, and stood on the solid floor.

James waited by the fireplace.Seeing Harry coming out, he pulled Harry beside him and said in a low voice, "I don't know what Lily is thinking, she hasn't been like this since she married me—"

"James." Lily's calm voice came from the living room, "Harry is here, isn't he?"

James couldn't finish his words, he swallowed his saliva, and slightly stiffly led Harry into the living room.

"I want to speak to Harry alone," said Lily.

James looked at Harry suspiciously.

Harry also felt guilty, but he didn't escape—in fact, he knew it was pointless to escape: "Me too."

James stopped talking and simply walked upstairs, leaving room for the two of them.

There was a brief silence.

Lily said: "Skeeter's report is ridiculous. But who's that child?"

"its mine."

"your decision?"

"I want to stay."

"You love Severus?" she murmured.

"Yes, I love him," said Harry.

There was silence again.

"I think you've made up your mind, haven't you?" Lily asked. "It's no use against anyone?"

"...I think I know what I'm doing," said Harry. "I don't think I'm doing anything wrong."

"It's not hard to imagine," Lily said.

Harry couldn't tell what the other person meant, nor did he know what to say.After a while, Lily asked again: "What are your plans?"

"Ok?"

"Since you want this child, what about Hogwarts? Are you planning to go on? The fifth grade exam—"

"I will take the exam." Harry said quickly, "As for the future, as long as possible, I will continue to study."

"... Where's Snape? Didn't he come with you?" Lily asked again.

Snape?Alarm bells sounded in Harry's mind, and he quickly argued, "He just happened to have some business today, which was rather sudden, so—"

But Lily didn't want to listen to the explanation, she said "oh" flatly, and continued: "Okay, since you have decided... don't worry." She softened her voice, although she didn't smile, "We all Beside you, Harry."

Harry was surprised, but he also felt that it was a matter of course. He nodded: "I know, Lily."

Lily stood up.Harry took the initiative and said, "I'm going back to Hogwarts first."

Lily nodded and watched Harry disappear into the fireplace...then she turned and bumped into a half-person-high vase at the foot of the wall.

Amidst the loud sound of porcelain shattering, James rushed down from the stairs in less than a second. He scanned the hall, still in shock: "Lily...is she okay?"

"It's okay." Lily's expression became indifferent, and she repaired the big vase with "Restore to original" and sat back on the sofa.

James moved cautiously to Lily's side.

Lily said nothing.

This relieved James, who continued to ask cautiously, "Well, Harry..."

"I have no objection." Lily said.

"Uh," James couldn't express his feelings, he nodded in a complicated way, "then—"

But Lily spoke again, raising her voice slightly: "I don't think Severus is a good candidate, James!"

"Didn't you object?" James was a little dazed.

"That's just in front of Harry!" said Lily. "If I had objected strongly at first, who would he have chosen? No question! They both have kids!"

James thought for a while, then sighed and said, "I remember when I married you, your sister strongly opposed it." He thought about it again, and said carefully, "I don't like Snape at all. ...Well, so much has happened in the past, I think he hates me as much as I hate him. But Harry likes him, and Snape accepts Harry... Lily, I think Snape's character It should still be trustworthy."

Such tactful persuasion did not calm Lily down, she said irritably: "That's different, my sister has been eccentric since I entered the magic world... Severus is my good friend, I treat his people Of course Pin doesn’t have doubts! But I don’t think,” her voice lowered, “I don’t think he’s a good candidate to spend the rest of my life with, you know? I’ve been friends with him for so long, but many times, I don't even know what he's thinking!"

She put her hands on her eyes and sat down slumped: "This is fatal, James, this is fatal."

James said nothing, he took Lily into his arms.

Lily stayed there for only a moment, then she straightened up again and said, "James, do you know what Harry's biggest problem is?" She went on, "He has too much affection for us, for Severus, for Dumbledore, to Tom Riddle—"

"Lily," James interrupted Lily, "what do you want to say?"

"I'm afraid he's confused the past with the present." Lily said calmly, "Do you think he likes Snape, how much of it is because of those things in the past?"

James stopped talking.

If the Potter family is warm and beautiful, the first impression of Malfoy Manor is that it is graceful and luxurious, just like a noble lady who walked out of the palace and lived under the glory by nature.

The place where Lucius received Snape was his study, less formal than the living room, but decidedly more intimate.

The candles in the chandelier were burning brightly.

Lucius rubbed the snake stick in his hand: "Draco sent a letter back and said about you, do you want to talk to me?"

"We know it well." Snape said simply, with a slight impatience in his tone, "it's Riddle's business."

Lucius didn't answer, he chuckled lightly: "Actually, I also want to find time to talk to you. But I heard a rather interesting news today, Harry Ravens, your favorite student, came out scandal?"

"That's not true," Snape said.

"Hmm—" the platinum noble drew his tone lazily, "that child is very close to you."

Snape was a little displeased, and he showed this displeasure on his face: "What do you want to say?"

"It seems that things are exactly as I thought," Lucius said. "What are you thinking? This may ruin your career, Severus."

"Professor at Hogwarts?" Snape said. "You know I don't really like this profession, it's just because Hogwarts—" Say these two words.

"I know, I know what you've been looking forward to doing. Money, power, high above, do whatever you want..." Lucius said softly, "There's a good opportunity right now, isn't it?"

Snape was silent, then he smiled inexplicably: "Riddle?"

"DarkLord," Lucius said in an aristocratic tone, "The Malfoys are betting big."

"Too heavy," Snape remarked. "You shouldn't have Draco in these."

"The Dark Lord—" Lucius paused for a moment, "very powerful."

Snape heard the meaning of Lucius' words: he didn't actually want to introduce Draco to him.But had to.

"You think he'll succeed?" Snape asked.

Lucius twirled his stick. "Otherwise what can I do? Threats from mudbloods... oh, I don't want to say that," he said in a disgusted, disgusted tone of seeing dirty things, "They Keep growing, keep growing, and will never be reconciled, leaving more and more living space and living conditions from the wizarding world... and also committed to peaceful coexistence with Muggles." He concluded coldly.

Snape made no comment.

"Can Dumbledore give you what you want, Severus?" said Lucius. "A man who evades power cannot possibly grant your wish. Have you forgotten? At Hogwarts—"

"Well," Snape interrupted, "I'm not doing it for Dumbledore."

"Oh," Lucius' tone was unclear, "that's for Harry? Ravens. Want to hear my advice?"

"I can imagine what you're going to say," Snape said flatly.

Lucius didn't take it seriously: "If he really loves you, let me tell you, if he really loves you and understands you, will he stop your long-cherished wish? Will he ignore your long-standing ideal? Now, It's right in front of you. This is a rare opportunity, Severus," he said softly.

"Too late," Snape said abruptly.

"what?"

"It's too late. I already have—" He paused, then shook his head slightly, "Even if he can really win the final victory, I won't go there."

Lucius' face darkened: "For that Mudblood?"

"As a friend, I hope you don't say that word in front of me again." Snape said coldly.

Then he stood up, turned and left.

quiet night