When the savior is no longer the savior

, but do you really love Snape, or justice?This is not just your own child..."

His wand was pointed at the hedge in front of him again.

There was a sway in the hedge, and red and gold flitted between the branches.

Voldemort laughed, the cruelty evident in his bright black eyes, and the Killing Curse was at the tip of his staff ready to be thrown towards the hedge - but at this moment, from the other side Coming, the familiar voice of casting a spell made Voldemort turn his head in panic.

He saw his sworn enemy—the one whose fate had repeatedly entangled him—watching him not ten paces from him, and not ten paces from the open door.

He saw him hold his wand, and he saw his face contort.

He knew that he hadn't made a mistake before, that the savior was indeed hiding in that position - but it was a trap, a well-planned trap.The Savior let Cruciatus hit him, exposing himself on purpose, just to lure him to cast a second spell there, "Avada Kedavra".

Is it over?Voldemort asked himself, turning his wand as fast as he had ever done in his life, and pointing it at the enemy.

But the green light had gathered at the tip of the holly wand.

Is it over?Voldemort asked himself again. He looked into the enemy's eyes and saw the fear that belonged to the other party and himself.

Yes, he is committed to pursuing longevity, and the approach of death makes him fear, uncontrollably fear.

And what about his enemies?

The savior who was so righteous in the beginning that he didn't even want to use the Unforgivable Curse should be terrified, he chose to stay, just for a small possibility, he sacrificed his child, he strangled his child with his own hands—

Will he back down?

at the last moment?

Will he change his mind?

In last chance?

Black eyes meet green eyes.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

The yew wand was soon ready to point at its foes—

The magic in every part of his body, in the blood, in the bones, all the magic, rushed towards Harry's wand-holding hand.

A faint heartbeat suddenly sounded in his ear, not his, but another, another immature, young life, it is very slight, very slow, it expresses its weakness to the community of life, It seems to be begging, begging him to leave at least a little magic power, not to take it all away, so that it can continue and survive...

It's like being hit by the Imperius Curse.Harry began to feel that he could not control his body, his will was out of his body, and he was in a trance. He watched his battle with Voldemort from the perspective of a third person... There was a voice shouting in his ear from nowhere , the voice told him it was still time, it was still time, stop, stop and leave now, he can protect his own child, he can protect his own child and Snape's child, he and the child of the person he loves, the one he loves the most ——

and then?

What about Voldemort?

Harry thought, but then he thought:

It wasn't just his own child, it belonged to someone else; you wouldn't want Draco to die, but you could have the heart to kill your own?

You are hurting it.You can decide whether it lives or dies.But you are hurting it, hurting it without hesitation.

……forget it.

You will regret this.

... There will be opportunities in the future.

You will definitely regret it.

...It may not be possible to kill Voldemort this time.

If you don't do it, you won't be able to kill it!

But as long as I do it, my child will definitely be gone! ——It’s not just me who is fighting alone, it’s not just me!Why do I have to do it?Why must I sacrifice it?

This is not just your child.

Harry.

You will not have any more children.

Harry.

Harry's wand drooped slightly, the green light at the tip dimmed.

Ecstasy flickered in Voldemort's eyes.

But also this time - exactly this time!

An invisible force tugged at Harry's arm, and it brought that arm firmly to Voldemort's heart once again.

At this moment, Harry was in a trance, but also sober.

He felt his firmness, he felt the crazy gathering of magic power in his body... He heard his own voice, in the silence, clearly resounding: "——Avada Kedavra."

The green lights one after the other met in mid-air and intertwined, and then the green light emitted by the holly wand shattered another spell, which sank into Voldemort's body under Voldemort's disbelieving eyes.

ended.

Voldemort fell on his back.

ended.

A faint heartbeat stilled in Harry's ear.

"No, no..." Harry pressed his abdomen, and the severe pain was coming from there. He stumbled and walked out, feeling that he had caught a stone, and now, the stone was falling all the way down. keep falling...

He didn't look again at Voldemort, who was lying on the ground.The moment he stepped out of the old house, he disapparated.

The last snow that represents winter has fallen, and the white snow is dotting the dark night sky.

Outside the St. Mungo's Injury Hospital, on the street facing the old clothing market with models in old clothes, with a bang, the dark figure fell to the ground.

It was late at night, and there were no other pedestrians around.

The black shadow that fell to the ground curled up, moaned, and trembled all over.He raised the wand to his eyes, and the tip of the wand dangled in front of his eyes, and afterimages appeared, he didn't know whether it was because of his trembling wrist, or because his vision was blurred.

The patron saint's spell spilled out of his throat, as light as if he would be swept away by the cold wind in the next moment.

Silver-white mist condenses on the tip of the staff, shining in the dark.

But that's all.

As the black shadows on the ground panted more and more quickly each time, the mist from the tip of the wand became thinner each time.After the tip of the staff sprayed out a palm-sized silver mist again, the black shadow finally gave up.

The wand slipped from his palm.He tried to stand up, but the ubiquitous cold and pain devoured his physical strength wantonly, and the invisible shackles protruding from the ground also locked him firmly.

"No...help me...help me..." he begged with all his strength, his voice echoing in the empty, quiet street, no louder than the meowing of a newborn kitten.

No one passed by.

No one paid any attention to him.

"No..." He panted in pain, feeling that he was holding a huge sharp stone in his body, this stone kept falling down in his body, cutting his body constantly, wanting to leave desperately, to disappear...

"Help him, save him..." He held a round, cold object in his pocket.

"Sev...Severus..."

St. Mungo's is just around the corner.

"Save him..."

The old, dusty glass shook like a wave.

"Please...please..."

Someone came out.

"Harry!?"

Exclamations sounded in the street.

The author has something to say: 6300+, it’s shameless to say that although it’s been updated every other day recently, you can see it as a two-day update...Although I’ve been asking for leave recently, I don’t always say that the update is every other day because I’m still working on the daily update And work hard.

There should be an update tomorrow if there is no accident. In fact, if possible, I would like to update it every day recently, because the plot is wonderful =w=

So let's do this first, um...

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St. Mungo's Hospital

That night, the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow was brightly lit, and the living room was full, but no one—no one spoke.

The atmosphere is like solidified glue, and even the simplest breathing takes effort.

Draco sat on a separate sofa, the spell damage on his face had been healed, but it didn't seem to bring him much comfort, he remained silent.

Il also came home from school, and he took the seat farthest from Draco, staring at the coffee table in a daze.

Standing by the fireplace, Snape folded his arms over his chest, his hair parted in the middle hanging down to hide his expression, only showing a straight set of lips, which made him look rigid and rigid.

James, the head of the Potter family, glanced at the double-sided mirror in his hand from time to time, as frequently as if he wanted to go through the mirror to the other side——

"Hey, it's almost time. Have something to eat?" It was Lily who broke the silence in the living room.She came out of the kitchen with a plate of pies, a smile on her face, and although she was a bit listless, she persuaded the people in the living room-especially the two children, "You haven't had dinner, eat a little bit." Come on—Il, Draco, don't think too much, maybe there's nothing wrong?"

Draco remained silent.

El kicked the coffee table and said, half-irritatedly, half-sarcastically, "Lily, maybe you should make a black magic clock like Ron's mother, Molly, so we'll know when someone's life is in danger."

Before Lily could speak, James was furious: "Il, how did you talk to your mother?"

Yi Er snorted and kicked the coffee table again, but didn't walk away.

James still wanted to say something, but at this moment the double-sided mirror in his hand reacted, and he quickly brought the mirror to his eyes: "Sirius? Sirius."

"I'm here." Sirius' voice came from the mirror.

"How's the investigation going?" James asked quickly, and everyone in the living room focused on James.

There was a brief silence on the other side of the mirror, and then Sirius' voice came again: "I'm sorry." He said curtly, "I even broke into the office of the Minister for Magic, but the Ministry of Magic has records, all overwritten None of the anti-Apparition places fit Draco's description."

The people in the living room almost pinned all their hopes on Sirius, and it was uncomfortable to suddenly lose all expectations, and the living room fell into a terrible silence for a while.

"I'm sorry, James," Sirius said again.

James held up a smile: "No, what does this have to do with you? Thanks a lot, brother."

Sirius in the mirror frowned, and he finally said, "I'm going now." Then the communication was terminated.

James threw the double-sided mirror that he was anxiously grasping in his hand a moment ago onto the table. He leaned on the sofa in silence for a while, and asked Snape unwillingly: "Do you really have no other way of communicating with Harry? Or Yes, you forgot—”

"If you're talking about the Patronus," Snape replied coldly.

"A little more covert!" James' tone became worse, "A little more covert, it won't cause trouble - how the hell do you have no contact information!?" His voice slowly became louder , "You also said that you like him, you like a—"

"James!" Lily cut off James sharply, her eyes turned to Draco.

Draco glanced at Snape in a daze, then he lowered his head again without saying anything.

James' words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get up and down. He kicked the coffee table over in a fit of anger. After the loud noise, it was Snape's soft voice: "I'm also thinking, why didn't I talk to him?" Some other, more covert method of contact."

"Wait..." Yi Er suddenly said.

This brought the three grown-ups in the living room back to their senses, and Lily was the first to say, "Okay, Il, if you don't feel like eating, go to bed, it's about time—Draco, you can use the fireplace yourself Back to Malfoy Manor?" She had just finished speaking when she remembered that the Potters' fireplace was not connected to Malfoy Manor.

But at this moment Snape answered briefly: "From here to Spider's End, and then to Malfoy Manor, Draco."

This time Draco couldn't escape anymore, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, finally he just called out: "Professor."

"No, wait, wait..." Il said again, looking like he was thinking about something, "I remember..."

"Remember what?" Lily was a little impatient, "Okay, Il, go and rest first, I will tell you as soon as I have any news..."

"Magic gold coins!" Il finally remembered, "Harry gave me other contact information!"

"What did you say?" Snape called first.

James followed up and asked, "What? What magic gold coin?"

"Wait!" Il yelled and rummaged through his pockets, "Harry gave it to me when Voldemort came to teach at Hogwarts, I think, it's in—" He randomly He took out everything in his pocket, but he didn't find it, so he grabbed his wallet again, "It looks like a Jin Gallon, and it was cast with a transformation spell—"

He found it, without much trouble, for the magic coin was burning in a heap of cold metal, so hot that no one could ignore it.

Il gasped. He took out the gold coin and put it in front of his eyes, but before he saw anything, Snape roughly snatched it away.

"Hey!" Il yelled angrily.

But this time he was ignored, and both James and Lily ran towards Snape - towards the magic gold coin.

Snape held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. His hooked nose almost touched the gold coin, but the changing letters on the gold coin were too small, and he still couldn't see the twisted and curved lines clearly.Snape angrily tapped the gold coin with his wand, and the gold coin instantly jumped out of his palm, deformed and enlarged in front of everyone, until it became the size of an ordinary plate.

"Sev—" Lily was the first to read the letters she saw. The gold coins didn't show them all, but it didn't matter, everyone in the living room knew what it meant.

About a second or two.The letters on the gold coins have changed again.

"S...V...H" was more vague this time, and James frowned, and it took him a long time to recognize it before he said uncertainly, "Save him?..." He felt a little unreasonable.But Snape, who also saw it, felt his heart sinking suddenly. He thought of a possibility, but he only hoped that he was wrong.

Then a few messy letters appeared on the gold coin, and no one could tell what it meant.

After waiting for about half a minute, the gold coin did not change anymore, but just repeated the letters that appeared before.

"No, no—" Snape lost control, he yelled loudly, as if he wanted his voice to pass through the gold coin and reach Harry, "Where are you? Harry, tell me where you are!"

Gold coins do not respond.

Snape begged again, and he pressed his hands to the coin, though it didn't do much, "No, Harry, tell me, tell me where you are..." he said cautiously, staring at the coin in front of him , not letting go of any movement.

The gold coin still didn't respond.

Snape felt dizzy, the furnishings in the living room, the people around him, and even the light from the ceiling became blurred and weird.He raised his hand in a daze and pressed his forehead, his eyes still fixed on the gold coin.

But in his vision, even the magic gold coins that were close in front of him became blurred.

Snape didn't give up, he still stared at the gold coin until his sore eyes filled with tears, until he couldn't see even a single letter on the coin clearly.

He closed his eyes.

A voice from nowhere rang in his ears, like laughing, but also crying; like screaming, and like begging...

Snape realized that he was hallucinating out of fear—fear in his heart—and he couldn't imagine if Harry met Voldemort...if Harry got hurt...if they used the Unforgivable Curse, Cruciating Curse, killing curse...

Snape's face couldn't be more ugly, he staggered a bit, and immediately stood still, not because he didn't want others to see his weakness, but because there was still hope.

And as long as there was even a glimmer of hope, he would never—never—could—fall.

Lily and James, who were standing right next to Snape, exchanged glances, and moved away together tacitly.

James stopped paying attention to Snape from time to time, and Lily just continued to look at the magic gold coin, silent.

After a while, James took the initiative to say: "How about we go find it separately? Capture the identified Death Eater..."

"If it worked, I would have done it." Snape's voice was low and cold.

James said angrily, "Then we'll just stay here and do nothing?"

Snape said coldly, "No...I'll go find him."

"Who are you looking for?" James asked alertly.

"You Know Who." Snape's lips moved monotonously and mechanically, as if they were twitching slightly - but before people knew it, his voice had drilled into their eardrums and rang clearly.

"You're crazy!" James' voice suddenly rose.

But Snape just sneered back, and turned back to floo powder.

James took a big step and stood in front of the fireplace without hesitation: "Severus? Snape! What are you going to do?"

"Get out of the way, Potter." Snape's wand was already in his hand at some point, "I can't do anything if I don't go... Come on, I know what you're going to say, Harry, yes, Harry. I took your side because of him, but Black was right - I suppose he did?" Snape was sneering, his eyes were sinister, "'Snape doesn't care about justice Evil, that snot-nosed man is a villain through and through. He can be found out since he was a student. He wants power like crazy... I have to say that this kind of mentality is very dangerous. I'm afraid that whenever we have to face A sharp sword from behind—'" Snape repeated in a cold tone, "Just to remind you, Potter, when you speak ill of people, you'd better find a hidden place, or far away from my house." A little bit, so that all wizards in the future don't know that you are a pair of gossips... Well, he is right, in fact I don't care at all, I only want him." He said slowly, "Now, get out of the way, or we The grievances and grievances of the student days can be resolved in advance."

Half embarrassment half anger, more worry about Harry, James also pulled out his wand: "You think I'm afraid of you?"

Snape simply fell silent, the wand in his hand shook like a snake, and the Sleeping Curse and Disarming Curse were shot at the person in front of him.

James immediately added a layer of armor to protect himself, and dodged to the side like all the previous battles, keeping the distance between the two of them-but the next moment, he knew that his judgment was wrong, because Snape didn't Ignore him: wand clutched, greasy-haired man not even looking at him, grabbing powder by a lunge fireplace, about to sprinkle it into the flames—

"Wait!" Lily screamed suddenly, "Look! Magic gold coins!" Nepe's Potter, even Il and Draco who were sitting on the sofa stupidly, everyone's attention was focused on the magic gold coin Lily was holding.

The magic gold coin is heating up, its color has changed slightly, and the pattern on its body is moving again, they are twisting, merging, and deforming...

"St. Mungo's..." James murmured, "St. Mungo's?" His voice hadn't fallen yet, and Snape disappeared into the fireplace as green flames rose.

Lily rushed into the fireplace without saying a word, and James wanted to rush in too, but at the last moment, he remembered that Sirius said he was coming, so he had to run back to the coffee table and pick up the double-sided mirror, yelling at the person opposite to go directly. Saint Mungo--

It is a bright, but crowded and noisy hall.

Entering St. Mungo's, Snape looked around the hall. The next moment, he rushed to stand by the stairs, leading the restless lady striding forward.

"Dora? Madame Augustus?" he asked.

The lady with blond hair and lake green eyes was obviously taken aback, and then she asked tentatively, "Mr. Snape?"

Snape didn't talk nonsense: "Is Harry here?"

"Yes, yes..." Dora was obviously relieved, she looked at Snape and the few people who ran in behind, and said, "I'll take you up, Harry's condition is very bad, the therapist has already I'm working hard, but I need the advice of the family members... I found this in his hand," she handed the magic gold coin to Snape, "otherwise I really don't know what to do."

Lily forced a smile on her face and said some polite words to Dora, but the atmosphere still seemed dull and stagnant.

Dora also thoughtfully stopped talking.

Soon, the group arrived at the therapist on the sixth floor, and Snape saw Harry almost immediately.He was lying on the outermost bed.A green-robed therapist stood by the bed, watching his patient with worried eyes.

"Harry..." Snape heard his own voice in a trance. He collected himself, pushed the person in front of him roughly, and hurried to the bedside to hold Harry's hand.

That hand was so cold, like the water of the Black Lake in winter, cold and cold, making people stiff from the cold.

Snape's eyes moved hurriedly over Harry, as if looking for something to comfort him - but he couldn't find it.The person lying on the bed closed his eyes, motionless, his heartbeat and breathing were extremely weak, as if the next moment...

Snape's lips were trembling, and it took almost all of his strength to string together the words he said: "What's wrong with him...?"

"Not too good," said the healer matter-of-factly. "The mana is almost exhausted, and he has traces of being under the Imperius Curse, which may have damaged his brain...and," the healer continued, "A child needs to absorb magic power to grow up, and the magic power in his body is not enough now—"

"What will happen?" Snape seemed to have calmed down, looking up.

"It's hard to say." The therapist hesitated a bit, "You can keep the child. It won't be life-threatening, but there is a high possibility that he will become a squib. Because the magic power in the body has been excessively drawn."

"What about taking the baby?" Snape asked afterward.

Perhaps because of Snape's directness, the therapist looked surprised: "I think you should know that after removing the child, it is very likely - more than 80% - that he will not have another child?"

"I'm fully aware of that." Snape said indifferently. "I just want to know if the child will be in any danger...unnecessary danger..." he whispered to himself.

"No." The therapist replied affirmatively, "It just needs to rest for a while, and his magic power may break through the limit and become stronger and more abundant."

Snape didn't speak, he looked down at Harry, carefully wiped away a scratch on his face...then he raised his head: "What are you waiting for?"

The therapist touched his nose and took out a piece of parchment: "I need the signature of his relatives - family members or partners registered with the Ministry of Magic." He made it clear.

Snape, who was about to step forward, stopped and looked at James.

James stepped forward and was about to sign, when the therapist said, "By the way, before you guys came, he was still sober—his opinion was to keep the child. He kept saying 'save him'..."

James' hands trembled, the quill drew a long, ugly scar on the parchment, and he couldn't help turning to look at Snape.

Snape only looked at Harry, but that face under the light, as cold and rigid as a statue, had already said everything clearly.

James looked at the parchment again, and without pausing, he simply wrote his name on the parchment.

The therapist didn't look much, he put away the parchment, and immediately called out to his colleagues: "Get ready, Rigg, Lorena—right away! We need a separate compartment! There are also potions, powerful sleeping potions, Don't let the patient wake up in the middle! Hurry up, hurry up! Get ready-"

The potion was delivered, several healers got busy, and Snape was shoved to the back by a hand protruding from nowhere.He watched the healers hold their hands, pry their jaws open, and feed the potion into Harry's mouth...

The person who had been in a coma woke up.

When Snape realized that he saw those emerald green eyes again, he couldn't help walking forward, trying to get closer, trying to touch.

But the healer in the green robe blocked him.

Then a voice rang out: "Hurry up! Feed them all—don't let the patient wake up!"

Snape was suddenly furious.He saw Harry through the gap between the shoulders of the two therapists next to each other, he saw Harry lying on the bed coughing and coughing, his back bent like he was overwhelmed, but he still tried to reach out— — he looked at him with wide eyes — he parted his lips trying to speak —

He reaches out to him.

He looks at him.

He was saying Helpim to him.

— help him.

—Save my child.

All ingenuity, all abilities and means were useless at this moment, Snape was being pushed around like a wooden stake, he approached the hospital bed, and the bed moved away from him, he watched without blinking Looking at those eyes, I saw that those eyes turned from bright to dark, like dusty gems, dim.

The hand that stretched out to him with difficulty also fell powerlessly, as if the master had finally given up and stopped chasing...

Snape panicked and squeezed forward to grab the hand firmly.

But that hand was cold.

He didn't know what to say, he could only hold it hard, hold it hard——

Then, he heard a small voice whispering Sev in his ear.

— Severus.

He was pushed away.

The hospital bed disappeared into the compartment, and the sound disappeared with it.

Snape took a few steps back, his shin hit the chair, and he fell down.

Power disappeared from his body.

Dora, who had been standing by the door, looked away. She came to Lily and handed a letter to her: "This is just mailed, I think you should read it first."

Lily thanked her and took it. She opened the letter and only read two lines before her fingers began to tremble.

Dora said softly: "I wrote a reply to the Ministry of Magic just now, and they decided to come back in three days." Then she said goodbye to Lily, turned and went downstairs.

It was close to early morning, and the brightly lit corridor seemed empty and deserted.Dora turned the corner, and was about to go to the stairs, when she heard voices of conversation coming from the slightly open tea room beside her.

It's about Harry.

Dora slowed down.

"...What a pity, that child," said a voice.

"Very healthy, you can even feel the flow of magic power..." Another voice said.

"It's all formed."

"There is no way."

"But there are still signs of life..."

The two people who were talking left the tea room.

Dora stood in the shadow of the corner and stopped for a long time.

It seems as long as a century, and it seems that there is only one short breath.

When the green-robed therapist appeared in front of Snape again, and when Snape was sure that he heard the other party say "no problem", Snape finally broke free from the black and white silent world.He thanked the therapist in a hoarse voice, and walked quickly towards the ward the therapist had told him about.

Closer, closer.

The heart beats fast and the blood starts to rush.

He opened the door—

This is a double room.But another patient got out.

Harry, who was sitting on the bed, looked away from the window. His eyes briefly touched Snape, and then moved away immediately. He looked at the people who came in from the door afterwards. When he saw Draco, he Somewhat relieved: "Draco."

Draco stood beside Harry's bed with his head bowed, as if awaiting trial.

But Harry only suggested that he go back to school, or go home.

Lily walked to Harry's bed, and she asked softly, "How do you feel?"

"It's not very good," Harry said honestly, "but it's not a very big problem. The therapist said I'll be fine if I rest here for a few days."

"About..." Lily hesitated, looking like she didn't know how to speak.

But Harry already knew what she wanted to say, and he tried to look relaxed: "It's nothing, I didn't want it in the first place, and it really doesn't fit right now - just back to the beginning, Lily."

No one spoke.

The atmosphere became dull.

Harry smiled again and said, "By the way, who signed it? Speaking of which, according to the rules of the wizarding world, the only person who can sign it should be the head of the orphanage I'm in, right?"

James coughed, "I signed it. Well—I know your dean's name." Seeing everyone looking at him, he couldn't help shrugging his shoulders, "St. Mungo didn't check carefully anyway, did he? "

There was a dry laugh.

No one spoke again.

Lily sighed silently, she grabbed Il and Draco, ignored their annoyed eyes, and pulled them out together.James also followed Lily.

Only Snape and Harry were left in the ward.

Snape sat down beside the hospital bed, and said softly, "It's all right, Harry, it's all right."

"Professor." Harry closed his mouth after only two words, he didn't want the lump in his throat to leak out.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I'm sorry," Snape repeated, his voice husky, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...we'll have another baby, trust me, Harry."

silent.

Harry hung his head, his eyes blank.

"Harry?" said Snape, carefully embracing the man in front of him.

There was silence again.

The bewilderment in Harry's eyes slowly faded away. He clasped his hands and exerted force slowly until his knuckles turned white and his nails pierced into the back of his hands... He said without looking up, "Let's separate."

"What?" Snape didn't hear clearly.

Then he saw: the person in front of him raised his head, his expression was calm, and he was looking directly at him with emerald green, bright and sharp eyes...

"Let's part," Harry said clearly, "Severus."

Snape was taken aback.

He looked at Harry, like seeing the world, before his eyes, collapsing.

The author has something to say: everyone, calm down...

If you want to know the future, please listen to the next chapter for a detailed explanation.

Originally I wanted to write "Light and Darkness ([-])" for this chapter, but I suddenly lost my sense of the title, so I changed it to "At St.

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rise of the dark lord

Dumbledore appeared in the ward in the third hour after Harry woke up.

At this time, the sun had not yet come out, and only the gray-blue clouds covered the sky with a layer of halo.

Dumbledore who walked into the ward was fully dressed, with a serious face, and he didn't panic much, as if he knew that such a thing would happen-but his unbuttoned sleeves in a hurry proved that the old man was not what he appeared to be. It looks so peaceful.

"Professor." Harry wasn't asleep, sitting up straight the moment Dumbledore opened the door.

In the dark ward, the youth's emerald green eyes were astonishingly bright.

His first words were: "Voldemort is not dead."

There was a brief silence.

Dumbledore sat down on the chair by the bed, and said in a gentle tone, "Harry, can you tell me everything?" He turned to Snape, who was standing in the shadow of the room, " --Now?"

"Of course." Harry didn't look at Snape, he agreed without hesitation, and sat up straight again.

"That's enough." Dumbledore said quickly.

Harry sorted out his words: "This time it was planned by Voldemort. A Slytherin student who has been bullied by Draco many times..." He forgot to bring his book and stood in the lounge