[hp] Pure White Age

The lower-grade boy whom Harry regarded as an idol, the camera fell next to his body, and the lens had been smashed.

Harry and Hermione must have recognized it too, Hermione choked up and Harry squeezed the map. "I will use the Killing Curse," his voice escaped from his throat, "I will."

If possible, Ron didn't want to cast a Killing Curse on his former classmates, but as long as he saw the Dark Mark on their arms, he would easily lose his mind.It was these people who killed Colin Creevey, it was the parents of these people, and the leader who killed Dumbledore, Sirius, Harry's parents, Regulus... If it weren't for them, Voldemort could not have It's so rampant, it's impossible...

They reached the third floor.

Ron can't quite remember what happened next, he just remembers the face of the Death Eater boy, so young and so fierce, suddenly jumping at him from the corner of the corridor. Storming out of the next room, he subconsciously threw out another spell, one he'd never tried in the real world.

Blood quickly gushed from the boy's abdomen.He was their age, and seemed to be a substitute for the Slytherin Quidditch team, looking at Ron in disbelief.The girl was obviously frightened, and Hermione immediately handed over her wand after she realized it. She screamed and wanted to run upstairs, but she missed the moving half of the stairs and fell down with a terrified expression, "Bang" With a bang, it hit the floor tiles in the hall on the first floor.

"Merlin..." Tonks opened his eyes wide.All the Death Eaters who were still guarding the building were alarmed, and there were about two teams in total, but most of them were students, many of them were frightened by the bodies thrown down the stairs, and only a few were excitedly looking for them. The trail of the murderer.

Ron's hands trembled. "Don't be afraid, Ron!" Hermione grabbed his arm.

"I'm not..." Ron subconsciously said, he had never seen Hermione's face so pale.

"Use it and use it!" Hermione grabbed him with unprecedented strength, as if she was afraid of losing him, "We are more or less prepared, aren't we? Look at me! Brace yourself! If the Death Eaters Break through the gate, and more people will die!"

A spell was fired in Harry's direction, and Hermione tried to stop it, but was unsuccessful.It was a very beautiful flame spell, the tongue of flame instantly licked the red curtain on the ground, burned the remains of the bookcase, and filled the space with a choking smell.Ron turned his head, and most of the Marauder's Map in Harry's hand had been burned.In a panic, Ron tripped over a spell and fell to the ground, clutching his wand tightly.Fire, disarm, soul capture and carnage.The fire was intensified by the falling curtains and portraits, and the people in the portraits fled in panic. Ron seemed to hear the insane laughter of the perpetrator.Lights of different colors are flying in the golden and red background.You must cast the spell before your opponent, or you will have no chance.

Ron fell on the ground and crawled slowly to the stone pillar in the corner. He saw, just downstairs, that crazy enemy was waiting for an opportunity to cast another spell.He hadn't found him in the shadows yet.very good.Be quick, or you will have to suffer sacrifices.Ron heard Harry's roar in a daze.The Unforgivable Curses were no longer taboo, not the moment they stepped onto the battlefield.Ron finally understood this, pointed his wand at the Slytherin of the same age, and cast a second Killing Curse.

……

"Where is Harry Potter now?"

"Hagrid will bring him to the school." Professor McGonagall's voice was very calm, "We just need to guard the gate."

"You know, no matter what we do, it's impossible to keep You-Know-Who out for long, don't you?" Professor Flitwick asked sharply.

"But we can contain him." This was Professor Sprout's voice.

Pansy curled up, but accidentally fell off the armchair, and she couldn't help moaning.The professors stopped talking, and Pansy heard a series of footsteps approaching, and then smelled Professor McGonagall's hair.

"how do you feel?"

Pansy opened her eyes, she had never seen Professor McGonagall look so concerned.

"I don't know..." She subconsciously wanted to rely on her, "Professor, will I die?"

The Dark Mark on her arm had been burning since she left the Forbidden Forest.Several professors cast spells on her in turn, but no one knew how to eradicate the pain caused by the mark, which was the punishment for betraying You-Know-Who.Pansy didn't think she would survive tonight, but Blaise forced her to insist, insisting that as long as Hogwarts was victorious tonight, the Dark Mark would most likely be invalidated.Right now, that's all Pansy can believe.

"No, child." Professor McGonagall stroked her hair. "You'll be fine if you stay by our side. When the battle is over, I'll find someone to make an antidote for you right away. Now go to sleep for a while." Professor Flitwick also came over and cast a hypnotic spell on her.

"Be sure to protect those two children." Pan Xi murmured, "Don't let him have the opportunity to perform the ceremony..."

"Don't worry, Blaise and the others will protect the child," said Professor McGonagall.Drowsiness flooded Pansy, and she closed her eyes.

"Okay, how many students are there in the school?" Professor McGonagall stood up.

"There are hundreds of people left." Professor Flitwick replied, "Some of those who left before have returned one after another, and they are all placed in their own lounges. Sprout and I cast a protective spell on the lounges."

"As far as I know, some of the students secretly joined the Death Eaters, just during the last vacation."

"Indeed," Professor Sprout smiled awkwardly, "but those people are basically concentrated in Slytherin. There are also many children who were originally picked up by their parents and wrote to us, applying to go back to school to prepare for the battle... …we had a hard time saying no."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Okay, everyone, listen to me, no matter what, now is the time for you and the students to choose a side. Because I don't know how the Death Eaters plan to enter Hogwarts, except for a secret passage reserved for Harry and the others, the rest of the school The known entrances and exits have been closed by me in advance. If anyone is unwilling to face the next battle, or thinks that he does not belong to the same camp as us, I will not block it, but please listen carefully: if anyone wants to disrupt the resistance, Or take up arms against us inside the campus, then we will fight to the death."

All the professors fell silent.Professor Flitwick stood on the desk, pushing his glasses very seriously.Professor McGonagall glanced around, showing a faint smile, which revealed a fearless temperament: "Okay, go and release your students from the lounge, let them gather in the auditorium in 10 minutes...Merlin ...Filch, what's going on?"

The old administrator ran to her side with a babble: "The students are running out! The students are running into the corridor!"

"Someone broke my protective spell!" Flitwick said in admiration.

"There's nothing wrong with them, Filch!"

"But, but Professor McGonagall, the students are fighting themselves!"

"Aha! It seems that there are indeed quite a few Death Eaters among the students!" Professor Sprout raised his wand angrily, and walked towards the Hufflepuff lounge, "There were only a few before the holiday... "

"They've been wooing people secretly. Not being a Death Eater on the surface doesn't mean they're not in their hearts." Professor McGonagall was obviously calmer than her, "but only a few were really trained, and most of them joined in a hurry last vacation just to disturb This battle. These people don’t know how to recite the Unforgivable Curse, just like other students, so don’t worry too much.”

"But no one can tell..."

"Then do something right - Filch! Have you seen the Weasley children?"

"I see! I see! They're casting spells everywhere!" Filch raised his arms angrily, as if trying to imitate something, but Professor McGonagall interrupted him, "Very well, it looks like Dumbledore's Army is starting to fight It's gone. Now—Shidun is on the move!"

A burst of uneven loud noises reverberated in the castle, because the statues and armors in the corridor jumped off the brackets and the holes in the walls, and the impact sounds from upstairs and downstairs were connected together, smashing from far to near. into the ears of all.Some of them were slightly smaller than a real person, some were a full two heads taller than a real person, all silently brandishing swords and maces on chains, their armor clanging at the joints.

"Hogwarts is under threat!" shouted Professor McGonagall, "hold the borders, defend us, and do your part for the school!" Then she turned to face the professors, "Everyone, do what you have to do thing!"

Professor McGonagall walked out of the building.Hogwarts was full of people, and many students passed her, rushing with the armor towards the Hogwarts main building and the gates.Among them were the leaders of the various clubs, the players on the Quidditch team, and the most ordinary students who couldn't even pronounce a Transfiguration spell in her class.She had expected most of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students to leave, but she hadn't expected that they would write to the Heads asking them to hide them.Looking at those fluttering blue and yellow ties, her body seemed to be injected with new strength.

Another firework pierced the night, and a huge black devil symbol bloomed in the air.This is the second flower tonight, and Mag doesn't know what signal it conveys, but she knows that she is not afraid.In the chaos, Fred and George found her, followed by Ginny, who was only 16 years old.

"Professor McGonagall, someone in Slytherin will cast the Unforgivable Curse!" Fred's expression was unprecedentedly serious. "We saw them in Transfiguration! They killed Colin Creevey!"

"Track 'em, hold 'em," said Meg. "You and George do that spell too, don't you?"

"That's right, I learned it secretly in the Response Room." George asked eagerly, "Can we use it? Can I, Professor? Luna seems to be still there, I have to go back and find her..."

"Okay, let's use it." She heard herself say, "Don't let them hurt innocent students anymore, it's better to be able to spy on their plans, at least we need to know what those fireworks mean."

A great deal of emotion flashed across the faces of Fred and George.

"Ginny, you follow Professor McGonagall to the gate." Fred pushed his sister, "George and I went back to find the others."

☆、Chapter146 Ending (7)

Theodore Knott had almost forgotten the taste of whiskey.It could be No. 30 times, it could be No. 40, no one really knows, since the scene in front of him repeated No. 11 times he gave up counting.Always the Room of Requirement, always the expected sneak attack, he'd tried not to run to that chasm in the middle of the room, and that didn't change anything except it made things end faster.

The longest episode he walked through was No.11.That time in Snape's office, he helped Elizabeth avoid George Weasley's dying blow, and he didn't throw the Killing Curse at him.The older Death Eaters rushed in again, telling him and Elizabeth to go to the gate.That was the second time he saw Regulus Black.The face of the long-dead boy was even more childish than his, yet revealed an aura that terrified him. "No matter where this is, let me get out," he grabbed his sleeve desperately on the stairs, "please."

"I can't let you out." The boy looked at him with a half-smile, confided in despairing words, "The Dark Lord you respected threw me here... If I could get out, you wouldn't met me."

"Where is this place, tell me, please..." Fearing that Hogwarts would collapse in the next second, he hurriedly asked, "Why do other people seem to have no memory? I saved Crabbe and Goyle Twice...why don't they remember me?"

"It seems that you are not hopeless. You know that changing your choices can prolong the plot, but unfortunately you understand it too late." Regulus pulled his sleeves away.This time they finished the flight of stairs, Regulus was separated from the other Death Eaters in the lobby on the first floor, and Nott didn't hesitate to catch up.He kept looking back as he walked through the corridor, disturbed to see that the Death Eaters behind him were unresponsive to the imminent "defection".

"What do you mean?" he asked eagerly, "Why do they all..."

"You are the longest living here," Regulus said.During the conversation, the corridor had come to an end, and Nott looked at the moon in front of him in a trance.It was big and bright, like a spectacle that would only appear at night when werewolves howled.What made him even more surprised was that there was nothing at the end of this long corridor, only the moon hanging in the black void, staring at it for a long time would make people dizzy, and the illusion would be sucked in.

"Did you see that moon? I don't think you noticed it before, because it was covered by fireworks." Regulus smiled, "It indicates the progress of the plot. Now it's a full moon, and you have come to the real end , a new round will begin soon." As if to prove his words, the corridor under their feet began to shake, and the shaking became more and more violent. A tree fell, followed by a statue, and Nott had to hold on to it The pillars will not fall down.The bright full moon smeared circle after circle of phantoms in the sky, but these did not affect Regulus. "You haven't explained it yet!" Nott roared angrily. "Tell me! Tell me everything!"

"As I said, you are the one who lived the longest." Regulus turned to look at him, "The ones you saved are just phantoms created by Draco, not the real ones. People who enter here only need to meet themselves The phantom of the phantom will be swallowed by the phantom and become a part of it. It is difficult for me to say whether they are really 'dead', but it is clear that they are not 'alive'."

Nott can no longer see the moon, not because it disappears, but because its halo extends from the night sky so strangely, greedily and without bounds, and finally fills up the last gap between the sky and the earth, wrapping the world into a world that is hard to see. Snowball inside.If the moonlight had an entity, it forcibly submerged everything, including his physical body.Nott felt that the blood in his body was congealed, and he couldn't even stretch out his arms to shout, because his subconscious knew that he would sink into the deepest snow bottom no matter what, and it would be useless to ask for help.Emotion and factual daze became synonymous, and in this chaotic daze, he just opened his mouth slightly and closed it again, waiting for the impenetrable force to take away his consciousness.

"Draco hid your phantom in the Gryffindor lounge." Regulus' voice flowed into his ears unhindered, "He wants me to tell you this, and I'm curious too, How will people who are locked into the space like me deal with themselves... Now that the news has arrived, you will never meet me again... Good luck."

He couldn't see the other party at all, there was only endless white in front of his eyes, and he wanted to tell him not to go.The boy said that there is no living person here except him.When he opens his eyes next time, he will be in the Room of Requirement again, no, he doesn't want...

He has given up counting since No.11.Fighting sounded in my ears again, and Nott skillfully passed through the crowd who cast spells on each other, and walked towards the crack.Now he was finally sure that in the real Slytherin lounge, the gap never existed, and it was all a trap set by Draco to stabilize him.Draco is an undercover agent, and he is not only deceiving for the undercover agent, but also providing information for the other party all the time, he is an idiot even more stupid than Crabbe and Goyle.Nott sprawled on the floor of the Slytherin lounge again, Regulus' words still ringing in his ears.

The boy said his phantom was in the Gryffindor common room.If he wanted, he didn't have to go to Snape's office, he didn't have to be humiliated by Snape and Anna, and he didn't have to experience the deaths of Elizabeth and Weasley.All he had to do was sneak upstairs and open the door to the Gryffindor common room... ridiculous, Draco's design was ridiculous, he'd never even been in the hallway where it was...

No.No.He can't just admit defeat so easily.Nott bent his knees and ran his fingers through his hair.It wasn't him, Theodore Nott would never be led by the nose, let alone a dead man younger than him.Even if he is destined to go to that ending, it is not now.

Again.

Nott rose slowly from the floor, his wand still clutched tightly in his hand.He wasn't going to the Gryffindor common room, at least not yet. "I'm going to die," he dared not touch the thought.He quietly stared at the Slytherin lounge in front of him. He spent most of his time in Hogwarts here. He even dared to say that he knew it better than many of his classmates. Boys and girls, enjoy lust on rugs, couches, unfired fireplaces.

one more time.

He remembered the Ravenclaw boy he had brought home on Christmas night.He laughed a lot when the other party complained that your Slytherin ghost place is too cold and the snakes on the walls are too scary.For some reason, it pleased him to think of being able to drag someone away from Christmas trees and parents' laughing and buttered cakes and burning fireplaces into such a ghostly place.He just wanted to see their faces falling into the abyss.At the end of the night, the boy was so frightened that he kept crying, saying that this was not what he thought, and he was going to tell the dean.He ignored the familiar accusation until it choked him shut. "You go and sue, just go, my father will settle it, this is the only thing he can do for me." He told him so.

one more time.

Nott was lying on that sofa, and in a trance he felt that snow water was pouring in.The boy was right, it's fucking cold in here.Before he came here, he always thought that he was a person who enjoys pleasure in a timely manner. He thought that he would dance out of here, drink a little wine, torture a few people, and then pick a few people.But now he doesn't want to do anything, it's impossible not to touch that thought.His father was still waiting for him in the Forbidden Forest, and he didn't know that his son would never return, and whether the Dark Lord won or not, the family would fall to his cousin who couldn't walk.Draco Malfoy was more cruel than he thought.

Again.

The Dark Mark couldn't save him here, and the two vanguard teams were locked in the Vanishing Cabinet from the very beginning.Where is the reality?Without them, would the waiting line in the Forbidden Forest have successfully entered Hogwarts?Pansy Parkinson even took the Dark Lord's child, lol...so as long as Harry Potter defeats the Dark Lord, justice prevails, eh?But what does all this have to do with him?

Nott sat up on the couch.He had seen the full moon five times and that seemed to be enough.Regulus did not appear again.He pushed open the door, and Hogwarts was as still as a dead thing.He went upstairs to collect the last present from Draco.When he reached the landing between the two flights of stairs, he glanced at the moon outside the window, the half-curved silhouette covered by the fireworks.

The portrait at the door opened the door for him without even asking for the password.Nott said thank you, and the Fat Lady looked at him in surprise, which amused him a little.Strange to say, it is night now, but there seems to be a faint light shining through the door.

This wasn't the Gryffindor lounge, it was clearly the study at Malfoy Manor he walked into.The golden sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell gently on the children.Nott's eyes widened.At the same time, the door he had just entered had disappeared, transformed into a smooth wall.

"Draco, Crabbe tore up your father's book!"

"Obviously you tore it, Goyle!"

"Enough." The blond boy said coldly, and he sat down next to the black-haired girl. "I don't care who it is, if you don't put it back to its original shape before dinner, you don't want to take any snacks from me." His words stopped the quarrel, and the two fat boys stopped bickering and will Heads gathered together and murmured to discuss countermeasures.

Nott took a step back.Fortunately, the study room was very spacious, and the children hadn't had time to notice the movement behind the bookshelf.

"I seem to hear a strange sound." Draco said suddenly.

"No way," Pansy listened carefully for a while, "it might be the sound from downstairs preparing for the Quidditch match... what book is that?"

"It's just an old textbook. They can't read anyway."

Draco smacked at Crabbe and Gornu, making Pansy giggle, and they talked about the upcoming Quidditch match.Nott's heart was beating fast.The conversation going on at the moment is very familiar. If I remember correctly, this should be the party they had when they were seven years old.

"Let's go, the game is about to start."

There was no one in the study in a blink of an eye, and Nott came out from behind the bookshelf.He doesn't have to follow them, he knows where he is now.He was downstairs trying brooms with Blaise Zabini that day, but Zabini couldn't speak well, so he left him...

Nott adjusted his collar and went downstairs.Along the way, he carefully avoids social adults and rampant children, and walks out of the gate of the manor after several twists and turns.The roses in the garden were in full bloom, and he caught up with the last conversation he remembered.

"I think I'm going to be a Slytherin, what about you?"

He looked at his seven-year-old self silently, with the same white shirt as now, and the same arrogance on his face. At that time, like Draco, he thought he was the only heir of the family.The boy held a rose in his hand and gave it to the little girl in front of him. "It fell," he explained, "take it if you like."

"Thank you." The girl said quietly.She took the boy's rose with her chubby little hands, touching its petals carefully.

The boy coughed awkwardly, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Oh," the girl looked down, "I think Ravenclaw..."

"Ravenclaw is a second-rate college." He snapped domineeringly, "You know you have to tell the Sorting Hat that you want to go to Slytherin anyway, don't you?"

"I know……"

"That's good." The boy said with satisfaction, "Don't make any mistakes, or your parents will definitely go crazy." The girl kept staring at him, making him look a little unnatural, "Okay, I have to go back to the game .You're too young to attend, but you'd better not be here alone."

The girl nodded and hid the rose behind her back.The boy meant to let the girl go with him, but he was too embarrassed to hold her hand, so he turned and ran, Nott knew.Looking at the boy's embarrassed back, he felt that the ring on his ring finger was hot.

He had to catch up to the boy and end it all.

The girl stayed where she was, she was only five years old.Nott didn't know how Draco had seen this, but it was barely different from how he remembered it. "Phoebe," he called softly, coming out from behind the rose bushes, "Phoebe Carroll."

The little girl turned her head in amazement. "Who are you?" she asked.

"You should go to Ravenclaw, you belong there, you won't be happy in Slytherin."

She opened her eyes wide.

"Don't like Theodore Nott, don't promise to be his fiancée. He'll do nothing but ruin other people's happiness."

After the strange boy finished speaking, he ran away.The little girl stood there for a while, then followed his back and walked into the distance.The rose in her hand dropped another petal, and behind her the phantom rose swayed vigorously.

Pansy opened her eyes, and Blaise was holding her hand. "You are here." She said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing a good dream.

"I'm here," Blaise answered her. "Professor McGonagall sent you here, and she wants us two to take care of the baby."

Only then did Pansy see the two babies lying next to her. They slept soundly after eating the nutrient solution Sprout gave.

"Where are we now?"

"The teacher's lounge in the divination classroom." Blaise replied, "You know, you have to lower the ladder to enter. I put the ladder away, and there is Professor Flitwick's protective spell at the door. Hogwarts has not been captured. We very safe."

"Everyone else is fighting, isn't it?"

"Everyone has a job to do, Pansy, and my job is to watch over you and the child."

Pansy fell silent, and it took a moment for Blaise to realize the ambiguity in the sentence, and he looked away.An awkward air circulated between the two of them, and they both laughed somehow.

"I had a dream just now. When we were seven years old, you and Draco played Quidditch, and I watched from below."

"I remember I didn't like you very much back then."

"I didn't remember your name at all back then."

Blaise smiled, and he carefully pulled her into his arms: "I know, I think you remember me because of the muffins my mother made?"

"Don't say that, okay?" Pan Xi flattened her mouth.The portrait on the wall gazed at them tenderly. It was a long-dead divination witch whose name Pansy forgot, but at this moment, the portrait, Blaise and the sleeping baby formed a quiet space, and a sense of safety permeated. Into every pore, even if the reason says it is fleeting, she is still happy.

"I really want to fight, but I'm afraid I won't dare," she told him.Besides Draco, probably only Blaise could understand her feelings.Breaking completely with the original camp and casting spells on the classmates who were trained together in the past, this is what she desires the most when her hatred bursts, but it is also the most difficult thing to really do.The pain was returning in her arm, and she clutched the ghastly sign, shrinking back into Blaise's arms.

"I'm so selfish, my parents...they...they won't be alive..." She closed her eyes, trying not to let the tears fall, "I think it might be better if I really died tonight. "

"Don't say that, Pansy. It's better to be alive anyway."

He put his hand over hers covering the cut, and Pansy bit her lip.Blaise is right that things have reached this point and the pain caused by the past cannot be undone.It's always better to be alive anyway, and as long as there are people who want her to live, she will work hard.

"How long do you think the shield will last?"

Ron looked up.Under the sky, the purple light covering Hogwarts has become thinner and thinner. Although that person's attack policy was not smart, more and more Death Eaters gathered outside the castle. If this continues, the protective spell will be destroyed sooner or later rout.

"The Death Eaters in the school are almost wiped out. The few remaining are obviously trained, but they are no longer a threat." Harry said, standing beside him were Lucian and Ginny, who were also disgraced, and came to gather Hermione silently stepped over the corpse on the ground.

"I ran into Fred and George just now," said Hermione. "They captured a trained Death Eater alive. The guy took them all, and he said the Death Eater's plan was to sneak into the school first with two vanguard squads." , occupied the Response Room, captured the important members of the DA alive, and then set off fireworks to remind the gang in the Forbidden Forest, but those two teams did not show up, and he didn't know why. I always thought that the Death Eaters should have their own secret passage, but For various reasons, their infiltration plan failed."

"But someone still set off fireworks in the school." Ron was a little confused. "For what? To send the wrong message to the Death Eaters?"

"Anyone who goes to the observatory can set off fireworks, maybe it's a mistake, or maybe..." Hermione pursed her lips, "There are more undercover agents in the Death Eaters than we thought, and Dumbledore must have laid them out over the years." Less chess."

Ron and Harry looked at each other. "Is that Snitch open?" he asked him.

"Not yet." Harry could see that he was impatient, "You asked me no less than three times, why do you care so much?"

Hermione looked at him too, obviously seeing what he had found before Harry did.

"Well, listen," Ron said, walking up to Harry, "we can all agree that no matter how long this battle goes on, the last one will fight you - just the two of you, right?"

"That's right, he believed in that prophecy very much, and he wanted to kill me with his own hands."

"Then listen, Harry, although I'm not 100% sure, you have a very good chance of defeating him." Ron suppressed the excitement in his heart, "I discussed this issue with Professor Slughorn... you Remember the night your mother died?"

A look of pain flashed across Harry's face, and he nodded firmly.

"I think the spell your mother cast that allowed you to escape from that man was because that spell turned him into your Horcrux."

Everyone looked at each other, speechless in surprise. "Ron, what are you talking about?" Hermione jumped off the rock suddenly, "We always thought... Harry was that man's Horcrux, didn't we?"

"That's what I thought, too, until I found out it's more likely the other way around," Ron replied, "The spell that Harry's mother cast that night was the most selfless spell in the world, and for it to work, you have to sacrifice Her own life. Lily Evans sacrificed her own life, so the spell fulfilled her wish, and that wish was for Harry to live well."

"If Harry is really that man's destined opponent, Lily can't protect Harry forever, and she knows it well, so her spell helps her make a decision, and it makes that man Harry's Horcrux. In The moment the spell came into effect, the man himself, and all the Horcruxes he had made, changed owners, and this was the real reason for his soul split at that time."

Hermione's eyes widened, "But," she said incoherently, "but it's such a good thing, why didn't Dumbledore want to tell Harry?"

"I think it's because, Harry didn't make a Horcrux with his own hands like that man, his relationship with the Horcrux was forcibly bound by Lily's spell, and he was a baby at that time. We have also seen it over the years , even if that person is Harry's Horcrux, Harry has not been able to fully control him, and he has even taken control of him many times."

"Harry, today is the decisive battle, so I plan to tell you everything. For a long time in the past, Draco and I have been working hard to destroy the Horcrux, and now the only Horcrux left by that man is the snake— Although they should actually be your Horcruxes, as I said before, you share a lot with that person, but you still don't fully control him. It is difficult for us to determine who can snatch it from you or that person at a critical moment. Control over those Horcruxes. In order to avoid complications, Dumbledore decided to destroy them."

"He hid this secret from you for the same reason. In the final analysis, he just hopes that you can bravely make the choice to fight even when you think you are a Horcrux. Because only at this time, the energy in your body can Is the most powerful. He didn't take your life seriously, he always believed that if you want to, you can win."

Ron didn't expect that he would say such a long paragraph. When he was speaking, Harry's eyes kept looking away, and it took a long time before he spoke softly: "So, it's not that he doesn't care about me, but he is worried that I will take it lightly."

Wonder Boy rubbed the scar on his forehead and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry...I mean, all this time, or all this time...I've been wondering if he thought of me as a necessary victim, I can't help it, I'm sorry. He wants me to open it without knowing Snitch, but I haven't been able to do it, so you decided to tell me everything, isn't that right Ron?"

Everyone was silent in unison.Outside the ruins, behind the fallen stone pillars, the clashing sounds of armor and the shouts of people came and went, becoming more and more clear.Which is worse, being made a victim of Dumbledore or failing Dumbledore's hopes?Harry's eyes flicked over all the faces.Ron waited nervously for what he had to say next.

"The war is not over yet, I still have time."

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed.

"I opened it a crack once and I remember how it felt, thank you for reminding me