[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

"Severus, so... have you been to Saint-Germont?" Albus saw the leave application belonging to Harry Potter on the table, and an undecipherable light flashed in the azure blue behind his glasses.

"Is this directly related to Mr. Potter's leave?" Severus stood in front of Albus's desk, expressionless.

Albus picked up the application form that Severus put in front of him just now, and said softly: "Maybe... as the old headmaster of Hogwarts, I just want to know the reason for a minor student's leave."

Severus frowned impatiently: "Albus, don't make me think that the older you are, the more difficult you are! It's just a student's leave approval, and the application confirmed and brought by a professor is worth the headmaster's attention. The value of asking all kinds of questions? Also, Potter is a Slytherin, not your beloved Gryffindors! Slytherin—nobility never likes to be questioned."

"But Harry isn't a nobleman, is he?" Albus looked at Severus, "Before determining his true identity."

"Albus, don't you think that even caring about your favorite student's affairs doesn't explain your 'concern' for Potter?" Severus' mocking tone was unabashed.

"...Severus, I have to do this, I doubt... Anyway, I will not approve this leave form without the guardian's signature."

Severus took a deep look at the old headmaster, with a mocking smile on his lips, turned and slammed the door out.

***——***——***

Back in the office, Severus got through to Harry's phone but not the video.

"Teacher? Hey... I'm so surprised that the teacher would call me." The boy on the other side still had the familiar and elegant voice of Severus, with the intimacy of a small animal.

"Who has your custody right now?" Severus cut straight to the point, because he knew that the little bat on the other side of the ability to rotate the subject was many times stronger than him.

"Custody rights?" The boy's voice over there paused, "I'll check it out, I'm not sure..."

Severus gripped the phone tightly, the veins on his forehead twitching happily.

"Ah! I found it... But, teacher, what do you want my guardian for?"

"Your leave application needs to be signed by the guardian." Severus took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Uh...signature..." Harry's voice was a little embarrassed, "This is a little troublesome, why don't you forge a signature?"

"Dumbledore will do everything possible to meet your current guardian—unless you don't want to take a leave of absence and drop out!" Severus poked the Hogwarts headmaster's spine unceremoniously.

"But my guardian has been dead for many years. Professor, does the headmaster want to see the corpse? If the headmaster doesn't mind, I'll have someone dig it up and send it over."

Severus couldn't see Harry's expression at this moment, but it didn't prevent him from hearing the complacency and... shame in Harry's tone.

Sooner or later, he will be pissed off by this little bastard!

"You... solve this matter for me right away and find a damn living guardian to come to Hogwarts!" Severus hung up the phone and walked out of the office after speaking.

FUCK!Why on earth would he be entangled by such a troublesome spirit!

***——***——***

Looking at the disconnected phone in his hand, Harry tilted his head in distress, connected Lena's phone and arranged for the so-called guardian, then threw the phone aside, shrugged, and fell back Leaning on the back of the chair, he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"Bang bang bang."

"Come in." Harry said as he looked down at the person who came in, and then turned his gaze back to the ceiling, "According to our deal, you can ask me to do something, but I have a hunch that this time I will The probability of doing it is definitely less than 40.00%.”

Green closed the door with his backhand, and said with a smile: "Maybe this time I'm not talking about something, but I'm asking you to do something for me... Maybe, it's helping another person."

"Oh? When did you start to be keen on—aha—" Harry happily taunted the elder sitting opposite him, "Help others? I hope there is no grammatical error in my sentence."

Green just smiled tolerantly, looking at Harry as if he was tolerant of his own child: "Do you remember Tony Brison?"

"...He used to be Saint-Germont's pride—and he is now." Harry was taken aback when he heard the name, and then narrowed his green eyes slightly, "Don't beat around the bush, just speak up if you have something to say."

"I'm afraid he might not be in the future—he asked himself to revoke his doctor's license." Green's expression became serious, his eyes fixed on Harry, "I suppressed this application. Harry, I don't want An excellent doctor leaves this white stage - just like I have been keeping you - I try to keep every talented and capable doctor, but I find that I can't touch him, even when I want to talk to him He would just reject me with silence."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Harry looked at the old dean expressionlessly.

"I want you to talk to him." Green said the result of his thinking after the lights in the dean's office were left on last night.

Harry sneered: "What makes you think I can preach to lost lambs like an idiot priest?"

"Honey, don't talk like Severus, really - it's not good for us to communicate - knowing that it's difficult for us to communicate." Green sighed, "I insist on this idea and ask you, Harry. "

Harry put away the sarcasm on his face, was silent for a while, and said, "You have your reasons for everything you do, so, what about this time?"

A triumphant smile appeared on Green's face.

"Because I see you changing—after all these long years, you are changing."

"Someone did what I didn't, so I believe you can do what that person did."

"What's more, you're the only one Tony Brison wants to go after."

……

Harry heard the door close from the outside, and slowly buried his face in his hands.

Harry Potter has never been a strong person, but if he can't be strong, he can't live.He escaped, screamed, cried, despaired, and even committed suicide. However, after dying once, he was reborn. Even though he was no longer a human being, he understood a truth.The world is changing all the time, imprinting traces of the past on different people all the time, and then severely hitting the weak while testing the strong. This is the so-called "the world does not have mercy on the weak".

In the past, Harry Potter picked up a stray cat in the garbage dump in Knockturn Alley. The cat was so small that when he was still a little Harry, he could only see a little cat when he kicked it in his arms. It was a small bulging bag, but the cat had green eyes.

Eyes the same color as Harry.

Little Harry took the cat back to the residence very carefully, and then distributed the food he tried every day to the kitten. At night, he hugged it to sleep, and licked it with the kitten's pink and tender tongue. Laughed while licking his cheek.

Little Harry would lift the kitten high, and then let go of the cat that fell from a high altitude and held the cat in his arms, listening to the cat's panic scream and laughing brightly.

Little Harry would build a soft and cozy nest in that dilapidated house, and smiled when he saw the kitten enjoying the movement.

Little Harry will smile brightly when he sees the kitten with a gorgeous lace bell around his neck leading a group of people to his residence.

Harry was still young, before he was eight years old, he knew what Knockturn Alley was, but he was foolish and naive and firmly believed that as long as he remained the same, he would always remain the same, clean and just.

Harry was still small. At the age of eight, he killed the first person, the second, the third... and then killed the only pet that was and will be the future. Before the cat that Harry regarded as a relative died, the big green pupils were wide open, reflecting the expression of little Harry who had matured in an instant.

Harry is still small, after the age of eight, he no longer tries to escape from his godfather, he accepts the education that he used to feel disgusted and hated, he takes over the things he used to think dirty, he learns to face the things he used to think are hypocritical people.

Compared with the world, people are too small.

But little Harry got a book by chance when he grew up.

The book is a very common textbook, but what is unusual is the sentence written on the title page.

Harry took out a locked box from the right-hand drawer of the desk, opened it and took out the book. The book was very old, and there was not even one person's notes on it, but for Harry, the two people on the title page The beautiful swashbuckling font is the redemption that allowed him to come out of the incident that was enough to destroy him.

[A person cannot change the world, nor can he prevent the world from changing him, but as long as he has a soul, he can change himself. 】

The world changes you, and you can't stop it, but you can change yourself to the original after the world changes you.

It may not be as simple as it used to be, but it's like walking. When you go to a fork in the road, you will bump into a wall. You hit it, and then when you return to the fork and walk on another road, you have Injury, maybe the wound is still oozing blood, but the pain reminds you: that road will hurt, don't go.

Even if there are many scars in the end, what is in front of you is the next fork in the road, not a wall covered with your own blood.

Harry ran his fingers across the two lines, then picked up the phone that had been thrown aside before and called the same person again.

"Lena, contact Tony Brison for me and tell him to report to the office of Professor St. Germain Siebel at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

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