[hp] Pure White Age

Harry's father, but never mistaken for Sirius - very few people were so handsome at such a young age, anyway.

"Our whole family is in Slytherin, too," said Sirius, who didn't seem at all to be offended by James, and probably found him rather amusing.

"Why, then you must be in Slytherin too."

Sirius smiled casually: "Probably not. What about you, which college do you want to go to?"

"Of course it's Gryffindor, just like my dad." James made a knight gesture with a sword in his hand, "My dad said that's the academy that really produces heroes. Well, it's up to you." He hasn't Forget Lily, "Where do you want to go? Wouldn't it be Slytherin like your...friend (who can tell he has a bit of contempt for Snape)?"

"Slytherin is very good. I think only people with simple minds and strong limbs will enter Gryffindor." Snape was sensitive by nature, so of course he couldn't fail to notice James' attitude, and immediately responded coldly.

"Then what kind of person enters Slytherin?" Sirius said, "After all, you seem to have no developed limbs and a simple mind." His words quickly aroused excitement in this carriage full of Gryffindor temperament. Laugh, especially James.

Lily stood up abruptly, looking like she wanted to reason with these naughty boys, but in the end she gave up and said in a cold and arrogant voice: "Come on, Severus, let's change carriages."

Ron and Draco followed them out of the car, and the voices of James and Sirius and Lily still came from the door. "I owe you an apology," Ron whispered to Draco. "You're not the only kid who's been a nuisance at eleven."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "But they were together in the end, Evans and Potter."

Yes, just like them.Ron was a little embarrassed when he thought of this, but now he is really curious about the things recorded in this space.How did Snape feel about Lily and James' relationship?Could this be why he hated Harry?To know the answers to these questions, they need to enter a few more times.

"You look out of spirits." Hermione said, frowning. "The potions paper is due the day after tomorrow, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, of course," said Ron perfunctorily, wondering if Snape would be able to spare him if he asked for a late application.After all, Snape had always turned a blind eye to Draco's work, and he was now his task partner.

He and Draco stayed in Snape's memory all night yesterday. Although they now have a detailed understanding of Snape's campus life, they still don't know how to find the Horcrux.Ron complained to Draco that if they couldn't help them find the Horcruxes, the memory space was no different from the Pensieve.Eventually, they made an appointment to reenter the space some time later, to see if there were any clues in Snape's post-graduation memories.The final match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was about to start soon, and the trio was preparing for the second DA meeting, and Ron was really at his wits end.

In the busy days that followed, Ron always had uneasiness in his heart.What the hell happened to Dumbledore?Why hadn't there been any news since telling Draco he was going back to school?Is it right or wrong for them to act without authorization?

Fortunately, he is not the only one who is worried about this.Due to the long absence of Dumbledore, Umbridge was given enough time to expand her power in the school.Although Professor McGonagall was there, she would not disqualify Gryffindor from the Quidditch competition, but it was enough to invite the players to drink tea every now and then.Once Harry came back from her office with blood tattooed on his arm.

"She has no right to do this!" Hermione jumped angrily for the first time, "Why hasn't Dumbledore come back? Merlin, if this continues, Hogwarts will be over!"

"I think we should try to get in touch with 12 Grimmauld Place," said Harry suddenly, and Hermione and Ron exchanged glances.

"You're right, maybe someone in the Order of the Phoenix knows the whereabouts of Dumbledore. But Umbridge is too close, especially to us, she can't wait to catch us, so as to discredit Dumbledore, We shouldn't be bothering Dumbledore at a time like this," said Hermione, closing her book.Apparently she was shaken by the proposal to Harry.

"Is there really nothing to do?" said Ron.

"Now Umbridge is very strict about the furnace fire. The letters sent and delivered by the owl are checked by Filch himself before they are sent to the students. This is a violation of privacy." Harry said dissatisfied. .

"Leave this to me." Ron said after a moment of pondering. "I didn't help much at the first DA meeting, let me see what I can do this time." He said to his friend, and knew in his heart that no one needed to know Dumbledore's news more than he did.To be honest, he seems to have figured it out.

He was inspired by what he saw and heard in Snape's memory space.Snape nearly died trying to know Lupin's secret - and that secret, now known to everyone, was that Lupine was a werewolf.Lupine told Ron in the Response Room that James and others practiced Animagus just to accompany him through the difficulties on the night of the full moon.

That's right, that's it, Animagus.An Animagus as petite as Rita Skeeter should be able to fly through Hogwarts with ease, despite the fire and owl being heavily guarded?

"You mean you want Cruise to help contact Sirius?"

"Right." Ron nodded. "Honestly, I've been thinking about this for a long time. Ever since I came out of Snape's memory, I've wondered how useful he could be for us. He hasn't registered yet, has he?"

"Yeah, no." Draco frowned. "Not even his family knew about it, as far as I know. To his family, it's no honor for an Animagus to be a fly."

"That would be great, it shows that Voldemort didn't know about it either. Sirius saved him from the chandelier in the bar, and I thought... he might be willing to help." Ron noticed that De Laco's face, "You don't like the idea?"

"No, it's not," Draco replied softly, "That's a good idea. I was just thinking... I'm not sure Cruise would agree... His family is pure blood, and even if he had a rift with the family, it wouldn't matter. It means he will..."

"I understand that you have concerns." Ron put his arms around his shoulders, "You are worried that he will stand with the family on Voldemort's side, that he will not dare to resist, and even if he agrees, he may betray us halfway. But I often I was thinking, if you can choose this difficult road, why not other pure bloods, other Slytherins? Although these people usually don't deal with us-you know, neither of us have dealt with them in the past-but they It's our classmates, not as loyal to Voldemort as their parents were, and Voldemort doesn't care about them! What if, what if our caring really works?"

The red-haired boy became more and more excited as he spoke, and he jumped off the table while supporting his shoulders.That was Ron Weasley, from the moment he started watching him, like a little animal with too much energy--a common problem among Gryffindor boys.But at that time, he didn't have so many ideas - his own ideas.Even the first kiss, he was the one who seduced the other party.He liked Ron then, but he liked Ron even more now.

"If you are worried about revealing your identity, I can persuade Cruise myself." Ron tilted his head, "No matter what, I will never let the people on their side suspect you."

"It's useless for you to go." Draco straightened his collar unnaturally, "You don't understand children who grow up in a pure-blood family like ours." He succumbed to his father in the first half of his life, and became like his father in the second half of his life. Life longing and fear of the sun.

"I'm pureblood too." Ron threw up his hands in surrender at Draco's glance, "and I have a pretty 'standard' pureblood boyfriend, if you remember."

"You're the one who doesn't understand the situation." Draco muttered, pressing his forehead against Ron's.I've long since ceased to be a "standard" pure-blood Slytherin boy.

"It's obviously you."

This is a completely meaningless bickering between boys.Ron kissed his Slytherin boyfriend, and this time it was Draco who came from behind and took the initiative.When unbuttoning Ron's third shirt button, he said: "Cruise didn't sign up for Umbridge's investigation team. After he was rescued that time, he changed a lot. Put this Leave it to me, you're right, we do need him."

Ron was pushed against the wall, his hands in Draco's hair. "If you have any problems, you have to tell me. Any problems, even if there are no problems, you just want to talk to someone. Don't hold it in your heart anymore. I've had enough of you."

Draco looked up at his Gryffindor boy and felt his eyes warm, something he would never admit.He's not "standard" anymore, but so what?Life was too short for him to pretend to be someone else.

"You're not thinking about the strategy of instigating rebellion, are you?" The red-haired boy was already in a mess, with an expression of "you're kidding me". "It's me who needs you now."

He always knows how to make him happy.

"I've always needed you," he said, kissing him again.

☆、[Harold's Triangle] Didn't say

Sorry for not updating for a long time!The school start time has not been set, but the homework is issued very quickly. This week, I was bored at home and gnawed at the literature and dared not order takeaway (shut up). I was not in the mood to engage in plots, so I started to make songs hhhh

It is recommended to cooperate with the BGM: Song of the Year - Edible Xie Anqi

Huang Weiwen is so good at killing people with songs

I dedicate this song to the Harold Triangle who dragged me into the hp pit

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Ron didn't know what he and Draco were.All he knew was that Harry and Draco were model couples, wherever they stood arm in arm, there would be a stage and spotlights.

It's just that musicals also have intermissions.The man's mouth was pressed against his mouth, and the air that passed through was tinged with the fragrance of oolong tea.At the end of the long kiss, Ron's legs went limp from being teased, Draco hugged his waist tightly, the tip of his nose rubbed against his earlobe, his hands slipped over the skin under his shirt if he had. "Stop playing." Ron's tone towards him had always been a little bit hateful, hating himself for not being up to date, hating the other party for being too comfortable and making this shady passing look too pleasant.

"Let's go then."

"Where?"

The man let go of him, lightly rubbed his face with his eyes, and then dimpled out of laughter. "Ask knowingly."

Ron led Draco back to his rental house again.The moment he was laid down on the bed, he remembered the narration of the Shakespeare play they had watched together.All things have the same beginning, there is nothing new under the moon.

Ron and Harry are childhood friends.The consequence of being together since childhood is that even when you come out of the closet, you feel that you should tell the other party first, and secretly decide that if the other party does not accept it, you will never tell anyone else.So one game night when I was 16, the two lay side by side on the bed and looked at the rain streaks on the glass window. Harry said suddenly, "Ron, I seem to like boys." Ron jumped out of bed, had nowhere to hide in front of Harry's frightened green eyes, so he raised his hands and said, me too.

Since then, the relationship between the two has deepened, and they have not been alienated after graduation. They always meet for a drink on weekends.When drinking, Harry usually poured one cup after another into his mouth, spit out something about that person between the cups.That man is the son of a rich man, and Harry is an orphan; that man has blond hair and gray eyes, and Harry has black hair and green eyes; that man is reserved and arrogant, and Harry is lonely and courageous. Ron listened, and couldn't help but interject, brother, do you think you two are a good match. Harry was already drunk, squinting his eyes on the bar counter to see his long-time friend, not a good match, anyway, I just love him.

That sentence made Ron dumb.It doesn't matter if he is a good match or not, love is enough, this is Harry Potter.At the beginning, this little lion rushed into his heart without hesitation, holding his hand when he was weak and saying, what is this, there is me.He's the reason Ron decided to be brave when he was 16, and what he really wanted to say that night wasn't that I like boys too, but that I liked you.He is the youngest son of a poor family, and Harry is an orphan; he has red hair and blue eyes, and Harry has black hair and green eyes; both he and Harry have a sense of loneliness, but it is a pity that they were burned to different people, and they have been a tacit match for more than 20 years. In the end, it was not enough to say no to love.

He suddenly lost his temper, took out the phone from Harry's pocket, found the number marked "Draco", and pressed the call button hard.

"Hey?"

"Harry is drunk, here are the three broomsticks."

That night Draco Malfoy said that it was not easy to park in front of the bar, and asked Ron to help Harry across the road, and the driver helped him into the car, and he felt refreshed that he didn't get a drop of rain. Ron was annoyed that he said "thank you" lightly, and when he said goodbye to Harry, his wet hands deliberately rubbed Draco's shoulders: "Mr. Malfoy, right? I often hear Harry mentioning you, are you free?"

At that time, he didn't know that Draco Malfoy had no bottom line in the love market.Less than a month had passed between that rainy night and the time they rolled into bed.

"Going away?" Ron woke up and shouted to the ceiling when there was no one around the bed.There was a knock on the toilet door. Ron was walking to the dining table in his slippers. Passing by the toilet, he saw a man brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. After a night of chaos, his appearance was still flawless.

"Why don't you close the door?"

Draco looked at him: "How do I turn around when the door is closed?"

Ron sneered, and wanted to say don't come if you think it's too small, but he didn't say anything, and pointed to the toothbrush cup in his hand: "When did you bring these?"

Draco spat his last mouthful of foam: "Last week."

I knew I shouldn't have given him the key.Ron thought he had lost his key before, so he went to get a new one, but he took the old one out of his jacket and threw it on the shoe cabinet.One time when he saw Draco staring at the key while putting on his shoes, he immediately asked, "I have an extra key for my house, do you want it?"

Speaking of which, how dare he give it, how dare the other party accept it? The only explanation Ron could think of was that the other party had always had no bottom line, and maybe when he got home, he piled up these little metal things from the lover's house and used them as bamboo sticks to play with.He looked at the man's back with his shoes on, hated Harry for liking such a man, and helped him pick up his coat from the sofa, feeling cheap to himself.

The man turned, gray eyes traversing the wrinkled coat, traversing his face, traversing the edge of the ceiling of the rental house. For some reason Ron's heart was empty at the sight of him, and he pushed the coat in front of him.

"Is it cold outside?" the man asked.

"It's cold, it's cooling down, put it on quickly."

Draco pointed to the crease: "I can't wear it anymore, I have a meeting today." After that, those eyes fixed on him. Ron lost his temper by him, and threw the delicate coat on the sofa: "You wait."

He walked into the room and opened the wardrobe.Of course he couldn't borrow the clothes he usually wore, otherwise Harry couldn't explain it, but fortunately, his clothes didn't match men either.Gritting his teeth for the last time, he took out the gray coat bought by his New Year's aunt, a high-end product that he hadn't worn once, and it seemed that he was destined to miss it.

Both of them are about the same size and height, and the men really look good in it. Ron didn't know what he was satisfied with either: "Okay, let's go."

The man paused while straightening his collar: "I'm going on a business trip to Japan at night, and I'll return it to you when I come back next week."

Ron thought of Harry's face and shook his head: "No need, just treat it as a New Year's gift." He lowered his eyes, missing the expression in the man's eyes in the mirror. "Okay, happy new year to you too."

"Don't return the gift, it's disgusting."

"……it is good."

"Well. Then I'll go to sleep for a while."

When Ron turned around, someone grabbed his pajamas, and pressed his mouth with the scent of mint on it, before the lips and tongue were warm enough, they turned upside down. "What's wrong with you?" He pushed the man away with a little exasperation, "I didn't brush my teeth." The man still didn't speak, holding his hand but didn't let go.Ron didn't realize at the time that if Draco Malfoy was as promiscuous as the tabloids said, how could he fall in love with his always honest friend, and how could he be so inarticulate.

Photos of little Mr Malfoy and his boyfriend traveling in Japan filled the entertainment pages of news sites. Ron switched the four photos back and forth, not knowing who he was looking at.The two men in the photo are wearing hats, going in and out of a jewelry store of a well-known Japanese designer.No amount of pixels could hide the smile on Harry's face and the tight hands they held.The son of a martyr and the business elite, a match made in heaven for both fame and fortune, Romeo and Juliet regardless of opposition.The novel is not so legendary.

The mouse rubbed against the man's gray coat, as if feeling the texture of that day's touch.How dare he give it away, how dare he accept it?Or, going back to the very beginning, the man invited him to dinner at a high-end restaurant, accompanied him to the musical he wanted to see, and leaned into his ear during the intermission and said, "I bet my friends that the least likely to love My man loves me, will Mr. Weasley help me?"

The person who is least likely to love him is the person who loves his lover.His thoughts never escaped the man's eyes.The man thoughtfully left his seat to give him time to think. He sat in the bright theater and stared at the stage that was close at hand.There was nothing new under the moon, he wanted to tell Harry that that person was nothing more than that, he wanted to find someone to drag him out of his hopeless unrequited love, he didn't want to show his cowardice in front of that person.

At the very beginning, he dared to ask such a question, and he dared to answer such a question, which made such a complete mistake.The subsequent subtle pulling is just a derivative of the joke finally reaching the edge of danger.Only when the actor had a perfect curtain call did the audience wake up from the darkness and see his own loneliness clearly.Fortunately, in this performance that does not belong to him, he can still leave his seat gracefully.

"Ron?"

"We won't see each other again."

The sound of the hangup was as cold as the distance between London and Tokyo, suddenly like him and his beginning.He is rich, he is poor; he is blond-haired and gray-eyed, he is red-haired and blue-eyed; they all have a lonely heart, which happened to be hurt by each other.Neither well-matched nor loving enough, probably can only end up in this kind of result.

The night Harry came back happened to be the weekend, so there were no missed nights at the bar.The friend's ring finger on the wine glass is wearing a ring, which dims the reflection on the glass. "He proposed." Harry squinted at him, "Do you remember when we were sitting in this position a year ago, what did you say to me... not a good match?"

Slightly drunk, Ron raised his hand in surrender: "I was wrong, you really are a good match."

"Of course it's a good match. Besides me, who can tolerate his things?"

Ron was suddenly half sober, and looking back, Harry's green eyes were as clear as ever.Seeing him look at him, he smiled: "I mean, he is a person who can enjoy watching, but in fact, his mind is very difficult to guess, he can't express it, he has no friends, and he has no artistic talent, and his life is boring...Except for me, Who would still like him?"

Ron suppressed his heart trembling and drank another glass of wine: "Yeah, without you, his life would be so boring." Harry smiled and waved his hand: "I'm going to the toilet, you tell him to come pick me up."

"……Hey?"

"Harry is drunk, here are the three broomsticks."

It was so quiet over there that Ron's heart felt empty, and he said after a while, "Okay."

The couple-to-be bought a new apartment not far from the bar. Draco parked the car in its usual spot, and Ron walked Harry to the intersection, opened the car door and let the half-drunk man in. Harry obediently closed his eyes, leaning his head against the window. He was in his 20s, and he was still the same, always pouring himself out when he was happy or sad.

"I heard you're getting married."

"I heard you're moving."

Look at each other and be silent.

"...how did you know about the move?"

"…Harry told me."

Ron gave a small laugh.It was not too late at this time, the streets were brightly lit, the restaurant they loved was still open, and the stage in London's West End was still alive, maybe it was the intermission of a certain play.

"Be careful driving, I'm leaving."

The moment the car started, whoever swallowed what he wanted to say, who opened his misty eyes, who turned around and walked towards a completely unfamiliar direction.After all, he had no so-called betting "friends." He picked out that gray coat with his friend's aunt, and he never told anyone about his move.

In just one year, the seats in the theater were reversed and then returned to their original positions.Take the unspoken as the final repayment, leave the seat, call the curtain, and no one owes anyone from now on.

☆、Chapter104 Snape's Memory (3)

Draco didn't tell Ron how he had persuaded Cruise to go find Sirius, and Cruise had indeed flown to [-] Grimmauld Place last Wednesday, but it ended up being more than the three of them had expected.Neither Sirius, nor anyone else who might have been at Black's house, responded to Cruise.Draco told Ron that it might be that the Death Eaters sent by Voldemort to watch made them more vigilant, or that Sirius didn't think Cruise was trustworthy.If he really had news of Dumbledore, he would have taken the initiative to inform Harry.Both knew it was just consolation - things had gotten to the point where Dumbledore wouldn't volunteer to tell them anything - and the plan would just go down the drain.

Tonight was the seventh time they had entered Snape's memory.Compared to the first time, they were no longer nervous, but more restless.Dumbledore never reminded them where the Horcrux was hidden in the memory, and what kind of appearance it would appear in this world.Apart from wandering around with Snape in fragments these days, it can be said that they had nothing to gain.

"That's why Voldemort kept the Horcruxes in his necklace, isn't it?" Ron complained. "If he doesn't know where the Horcruxes are, no one else will."

Standing in front of the mirror, Draco put the necklace into the mirror, watching it gradually melt into the rippling mirror surface.The moonlight outside the window seemed to sway slightly with this weird mirror image.The fragments of memory that had entered flashed before his eyes.He knew better than Ron: the only rule here was that there was no rule.Everyone and everything is nothing but the embodiment of the desire of the space master.At the moment when his memory was taken away, the deepest desire in his heart was to keep those memories, and because of this, the space that belonged to him secretly hid a crystal ball for him who lost his memory.

"Why is the direction in this space so similar to reality?"

"What did you say?" Ron looked at him puzzled.

"I mean, isn't the memory space in the necklace used to hold the owner's desire?" Inexplicably, a coolness leaked from Draco's chest. "Didn't Voldemort use this method to make many Death Eaters addicted to it? If he also controlled Snape's desires, then this should contain the ending that Snape most wanted to happen, such as...he should be with Ivan How is that any different than reality if she's with Potter instead of watching her fall in love with Potter and marry him?"

After listening to Draco's words, Ron vaguely felt that they had grasped the key to decryption.He had never entered any other space in the necklace, but Snape had taught him that the memory space in the necklace was more like desire space than memory space.Compared with what Draco told him, Snape's desire space is too real, so real that he completely forgot that what should be displayed here is the deepest desire in Snape's heart. This is very different from reality.

Why wasn't Snape's desire shown?What suppressed this desire?Ron's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this, and he looked up at Draco, both of them came to their senses.

It's a Horcrux.It was the Horcrux that suppressed the desire that originally belonged to the owner in this space.If the Horcrux represents a part of Voldemort's soul, then it will naturally obey the will of the ontology, making Snape gradually move towards darkness instead of light as in the real world.So even in the virtual space, Snape is still the tragic character who is obsessed with black magic and cannot be loved.In short, Snape's desires and Voldemort's desires meet, struggle, and ultimately lose in this space.

The puzzle was solved, and both of them felt a little clearer in their hearts.Draco had a different sense of familiarity with the current situation: Coincidentally, in his own space, Snape had played the role of suppressing his initial desire, preventing him from searching for lost memories.But now, he wants to help Snape in the space resist the oppression of Voldemort's soul.He thought of the crystal ball that rolled under his feet by chance. If Snape really had the desire to change reality, where would it be hidden now?

In any case, "we still have a lot of episodes that we haven't finished watching, maybe after watching it, we will understand."

A vortex in the mirror awaits them.Ron took a deep breath, suppressed the nerves that were disturbed by many shuttles, and held his lover's hand.The two walked into the Mirror of Erised hand in hand.The moment he entered the door, whether it was a hallucination or not, Ron felt that he saw a swift black figure passing behind Draco, but as usual, he quickly lost consciousness.

They entered Dumbledore's office.Ron couldn't believe how lucky he was to land here - no need to guess the password, just landed so directly behind Dumbledore and Snape, and the two talked as if they hadn't seen them at all. , until then he realized that he hadn't really "landed", and that he was staying in the same frame as a Hogwarts headmaster.The old headmaster was sternly facing forward, but in fact he was dozing off, and Ron hid carefully behind him, guessing that Draco should be hiding behind a portrait now too.Did Snape in this space sense our intentions?Does he also want us to discover what suppresses him in this space earlier?Ron suppressed the thoughts in his head and held his breath to listen to the conversation between the two. Fortunately, both Dumbledore and Snape were excited, and their voices fell into his ears clearly.

"I've done what you told me," said Snape gravely. "I told Lucius how to steal the necklace from you, and the Dark Lord must have known about it by now. If your Guess right, they will soon ask me to perform a ceremony for Draco. Besides, they seem to want to erase his memory. Of course, if you guess wrong, you are equivalent to the key to victory Hand it over to others, we may not have a chance to find the Horcrux in the future."

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth. "I can't see that necklace, and I can't touch it, Snape." He rose slowly from his seat. "And so do you. Only the Blacks are entitled to it, and they gave it away Give it to Voldemort." Snape couldn't help trembling when he heard the name, and Dumbledore continued as if he didn't notice at all: "Voldemort's power is not strong enough now, and he himself understands this. So he will bide his time and accumulate strength. The necklace has not been used for a long time, and if it wants to restore its former power, it needs the right people to feed him with spirit. Draco is the scapegoat, Voldemort will not forget his father mistake made."

"For us, this is undoubtedly the most ideal result. But for that child, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death."

"When you draw him into your camp, will you tell him his future fate?"

Dumbledore looked up at Snape. "I will," he said, "as I told you very clearly. But in the beginning, I won't show up directly. I need you to play a darker than you are." I need you and his family to arouse his rebellious curiosity, and then I will let him choose."

"You always plan very carefully," Snape said sarcastically. "And then confide a little bit to everyone, so that everyone will follow your ideas, but never see the big picture you have laid out."

"What do you want to say, Severus?" Dumbledore's expression softened amidst the sharp accusations.

"I'd say you never trust anyone."

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly in thought for a moment, and Ron had a gut feeling that he wasn't confused by what he was doing, he was just thinking about how to respond to Snape.Then he sighed. "If you want to say that my nature is like this, maybe it is, just like I didn't expect you to help me for Lily... I always feel that the allocation of the sorting hat is too hasty."

"In this world, I have never given anyone complete trust. This is not to say that they are not trustworthy, but that things are impermanent. The way I am walking now does not allow me to make mistakes. If one more person is involved, one more I can't take this risk. You once told me that I gave Harry too much trust, but I also hid too much from him. The same is true for future Draco, if they know their fate, they would not have the courage to do what they should do."

Snape was stunned, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "You mean Harry's fate will be the same as Draco's? Have you been sure of this for a long time?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Listen," he said, in a soft voice that chilled Ron's heart, "Snape, if I miscalculate - which can happen - and die before the real battle, no, don't Interrupt—then, when you find out that Voldemort no longer sends his snakes out on orders, please tell him the truth."

It didn't look like Snape understood Harry's connection to the snake either. "...tell him what?"

"Tell him that on the night Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily put up a protective barrier for him with her life, the Killing Curse rebounded on Voldemort, and a piece of Voldemort's soul was torn apart and parasitized in the collapsed building. The only living soul in the building is on. A part of Voldemort is alive inside Harry, which is why he can talk to snakes, and his mind can communicate with Voldemort. As long as the piece of soul that Voldemort lost is still there If Leigh is well protected, Voldemort will not die."

Snape's eyes widened.

"You mean... Harry is a Horcrux like the thing in the necklace? So... he has to die?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Yes, and it must be done by Voldemort himself. Remember, Snape, this is very important."

Ron's back was cold.He silently watched Dumbledore and Snape walk out of that office one after the other, still not daring to move his already numb legs.When Snape lost his memory, none of this happened yet, but precisely because the direction in this space is consistent with the development of reality, he has reason to believe that the scene "simulated" here must also happen in reality pass.Luckily Voldemort didn't realize this, unfortunately they did, and found this prophecy from the past, for the future.

Harry will die.Draco would die too.In order to defeat Voldemort, Dumbledore thought it was destined, he would not stop it, even this itself was part of his plan.Ron suddenly understood why