[HP] Illusion

Harry used to really look forward to Christmas, even though it didn't have many good memories for him, but he never imagined that one day his Christmas vacation would turn into a bad nightmare, during which he seemed to be Living in a dark icehouse, the whole world is cold and gloomy, without a ray of warm sunshine.

Harry has been in a trance these days, he can't fall asleep, even if he forces himself to sleep, he wakes up from a nightmare in the end.He always dreamed of the same scene, the woman's hoarse voice was eerie and ghostly, and she only repeated a creepy sentence——

"Everything is forgotten."

At that time, he stood aside and watched the thin silver-white rays of light falling on the head of the lying little boy, trying to stop them, but when he rushed over, he found that it was just a ball of air. He fell to the ground hard and couldn't move. He was forced to look at the triumphant smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, and kept touching the most fragile organ in his chest.

again and again.

Then, he woke up from a nightmare and couldn't sleep again.

Because he realized that it was not a nightmare, but his real memory.

After that incident, he tried to access the memories of 1964, but those memories were just memories.He couldn't get into that world - which confirmed his suspicions.After that, he never entered Snape's memory again.

Because he dare not.

He is afraid of entering again, and he will lead to more serious consequences because of impulsiveness again.

All the scenes were vivid in his mind, and the pain made him want to forget about himself—forget these memories, forget that he can enter the world that can touch Snape through memory, forget that he once dreamed that he could change Snape's life growth trajectory.

Harry even thought that maybe without memory, there would be no pain.

But the facts told him that was not the case.

He tried to pull out that memory and stuff it into the Pensieve, so that there would be no more memory in his brain—the memory cannot be copied, there is only one—but when he lay on the cold bed at night After falling asleep on the bed, the woman still appeared in his dream, without memory to support him, and that dream dragged him into the abyss of hell. When he woke up, he was shaking all over, his body was as cold as A walking dead lost its temperature.

Without that memory, the pain still followed him like a shadow, and these shadows were buried deep in his body like a gangrene, constantly gnawing at his heart.

For the rest of the holiday, Harry didn't leave his bedroom at all.The Christmas holiday is actually not long, but for Harry who is in a nightmare, it seems that he has spent the most difficult time, every minute and every second is suffering.

It wasn't until two days before the end of the students' Christmas holiday, which was also the end of the Hogwarts staff's holiday, that Harry was forced out of the room, and he breathed the air outside his bedroom for the first time.

He was not in good condition, even though he drank vitality supplements and refreshing potions, and slapped his cheeks to make himself look more energetic, others could still see that something was wrong with him at a glance, so McGonagall did not treat him. make any arrangements.

It's not that Harry didn't notice the worried eyes of other people, but he couldn't confide in others. In fact, no one knew what he had experienced, let alone help him.Everything is his own doing.

McGonagall left him after the meeting and looked at him worriedly: "You look bad, you haven't been seen since Christmas, and I haven't received your application to leave Hogwarts, which shows that You haven't stepped out of your bedroom for most of your vacation, what happened? Can you tell me?"

Harry avoided McGonagall's probing gaze, and subconsciously shook his head: "It's okay, I just haven't had a good rest recently."

"You look weak," McGonagall said without hesitation, "Harry, your condition seems to be getting worse and worse. If something really happened, I hope you can tell me, we can work together Problem solving, and the rest of Hogwarts, they're more than willing to help you."

Her face looked serious, which made Harry feel the warmth from a loved one for a moment, but soon, the only warmth was swallowed by a huge black hole and disappeared without a trace.

Harry continued to shake his head with a wry smile, this matter cannot be resolved by others.

He jumped into a bottomless hole alone and couldn't climb up. Even if others knew he was in the hole, they had no way of predicting how long the rope would be, because he didn't even know it himself.

——It is better to never give hope than to break it after giving hope.This is something he had learned not so long ago.

"I promise it won't affect my teaching," Harry promised.

Seeing Harry like this, McGonagall pursed her mouth tighter and tighter, "Harry, you know, it's not about the teaching, but all of us are worried about you."

Harry looked at McGonagall in silence for a long while, but finally didn't speak.

"Thank you, Minerva," Harry said sincerely.

Then he heard himself say, "It's really not that big of a deal, and I believe I can figure it out."

After school started, Harry's work efficiency remained the same as usual. Apart from his complexion becoming worse and his silence becoming more and more silent, there was basically no major change.

Later, McGonagall talked to him again, and after that, Harry returned to his usual look, making small jokes with his colleagues.

As if he had really walked out.

Only he himself knew that it was not the case at all.

He still had the same nightmare every day, he didn't dare to face Snape's memory again, he never entered the Pensieve, he would go back to his room after every day's lessons, he wouldn't go out for a walk in the middle of the night , let alone stand on a tall tower overlooking the vast and dark land.

This time, it was more serious than before.

Because it was not only Snape who lost hope, but also him.

In fact, Snape didn't call it hopeless, because he had forgotten everything.

Maybe this is better.

Some people say that time will dilute everything, and perhaps the most unforgettable things will fly away with the wind.

It's just that no one has ever been able to clearly define this time.

a month?Or 100 years?It can be short or long.

Time has no end, some things can disappear in an instant, and some things will only disappear in this world with the death of life.

If you can't let it go, you can't let it go. Human feelings are the most unpredictable thing.

Harry knew that he still couldn't let go, and he didn't know when he could let go. Every day he prepared for class, corrected homework after class, had nightmares about eating, and he repeated the same life trajectory, living in his own world in dire straits.

Life goes on, the nightmare goes on, and he's happy with it.

This is all caused by him.

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The winter this year was particularly long, and there was a rare heavy snow at the end of February. The white snow covered the entire Hogwarts, and almost stopped all outdoor activities in Hogwarts until Easter at the end of March. On the eve of the holiday, the snow slowly melted, and the earth began to return to spring. The breeze was warm, the dead branches and leaves were all gone, the green branches shyly protruded, and the birds chirped cheerfully. The vitality of recovery.

This afternoon, Harry is teaching the seventh grade students. For the seventh grade students who are approaching NEWTs, now it is more about reviewing, consolidating and improving. In the first half of this class, Harry arranges theoretical knowledge consolidation, which is simple. It's just a small quiz.

Just as he was about to let everyone hand in their papers, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a brown-haired student stood at the door panting, this was a fourth-year Gryffindor, his whole body was dripping with sweat, There was a nervous look all over his face.

"Teach, teach..."

"What happened?" Harry frowned. Judging from the student's expression, it seemed that the matter was more urgent. "Take a deep breath first, what's going on?"

"The Forbidden Forest happened...it happened..."

Forbidden Forest, Harry immediately raised his vigilance level several times after hearing this word.

Some information flashed through Harry's mind - today is Gryffindor and Slytherin in the fourth grade having a class on protection of magical animals, and it has something to do with the Forbidden Forest. It couldn't be that Hagrid came up with something more lethal matter.

At this moment, the Gryffindor finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he quickly organized his words: "A little injured unicorn broke in while we were in class, and then many adult unicorns came, The two sides started to confront each other, the situation is urgent, Professor Hagrid asked me to inform you quickly."

"Is the unicorn hurt?"

"Well, but we didn't hurt it."

"Wait," he suddenly pushed open a small door next to the blackboard and walked in. About a minute later, he returned to the classroom again. "What about the other students in class?"

"The unicorns became manic when they saw someone leaving, and only a few of us came out." It was just luck that he ran out, and the others were protected by Hagrid. It appears that they are ready to attack at any moment.

Time was running out, so he told the story in a few words.

Looking at the Gryffindor who hadn't fully caught his breath, Harry, who roughly understood the situation, asked all the seventh graders to follow him, and then said to the Gryffindor, "Tell me the exact location, Then you stay for me to collect all the papers on their desks and send them to my office."

After taking a few seconds to get things in order, Harry took all the seventh graders and left the classroom.Most of the seventh graders have grown up. The students in this Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class have been taken care of by Harry himself since the fifth grade. Of course, Harry knows how much they are. The strongest fighting power outside of them, Harry asked them to follow not only to be prepared, because this may be a rare opportunity for actual combat, and such a scene involving coping is actually a rare practical teaching.

Many seventh graders who learned of Harry's intentions began to gear up, and they didn't seem nervous.

Harry strode fast, not forgetting to tell the students who hurriedly followed behind him: "Listen everyone, put protecting your classmates first, and try not to hurt the unicorn as much as possible on the premise of protecting your classmates. Beasts, no one is allowed to act without my order, and if anything happens, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Before leaving the gate of the castle, Harry stopped suddenly, and once again solemnly reminded all the seventh graders: "You must not act rashly, this is not a joke, understand?"

Unicorns are gentle and pure in appearance, and their nature tends to be kind. Most of the time, they avoid people. They resist men and prefer women's touch, but their temperament is very different from their docile appearance, but if they are offended, The consequences are hard to tell.

According to what Gryffindor said just now, this should be just a misunderstanding, and it should be explained clearly.

When Harry saw the incident from a distance, McGonagall, Flitwick, and the others had arrived, and the two sides were forming a confrontation. An unprecedented number of adult unicorns occupied the hillside with more favorable terrain, and they were condescending. Staring at them with a bad expression, a unicorn in a little distance licked the wound of a little golden unicorn lying on the ground while making a mournful sound, standing beside it. Another unicorn guarded them around them.

At this time, the negotiation between the two parties seems to be at an impasse, and the unicorns seem to be ready to attack instead of talking again. At the critical moment, Harry leads the arrival of the seventh graders, which makes many unicorns have scruples, that is, At this moment, they stopped.

"Don't move, put away your wands, and do it with me." Harry told all the seventh graders to raise their hands like him. This action can show that they have no intention of attacking, and then he whispered to the others: " Protect all the fourth graders present at the back, as long as they don't act rashly, they will generally not take the initiative to attack."

He quickly moved to McGonagall and Hagrid's side, "Someone told me it was just a misunderstanding, but looking at their expressions, it seems that they don't say so."

Hagrid's expression was obscured by his large beard, but he sounded frustrated, "Because the students found it and surrounded it, and before I could separate them, the other unicorns were They tracked them down, and they happened to be looking at the little unicorns among the students, although I repeatedly stated that we didn't do it, but they obviously..." They didn't think so.

No one in the room knew Unicorntongue, and for the first time Harry realized the importance of learning a foreign language—Parseltongue, which he knew once, didn't count, because he couldn't understand it now.

Harry withdrew his attention, and now he could only release their kindness as much as possible, but when they moved a little, the unicorns would kick their hooves slightly to warn them.

Just when they were at a loss, the sound of "da da da da" horseshoes appeared on the scene, and Firenze, the only centaur professor at Hogwarts, appeared in front of everyone.

Firenze, who lived in the Forbidden Forest for a long time, should have a way to communicate with the unicorns. His arrival made everyone feel like they saw a savior.The centaur did not immediately stand on the side of Hogwarts, but first communicated with the unicorn on the opposite side, but he frowned soon.

After the centaur stopped talking with the other party, he asked Hagrid what happened again, "If you are not lying, I can only communicate with them as much as possible, and now the little unicorn is getting weaker and weaker. Because they're witnesses, and we don't seem to have evidence that we didn't hurt him." His tone changed later, which also relieved Harry.

Harry half-raised a hand: "If you can let me get close to them, I can do some checks on it, and I have a way to save it. If I can't, I can pick two girls to come forward, as long as they promise Don't hurt anyone." They can't see the unicorn's wound clearly from this angle, and the best situation now is that the little unicorn was injured by itself, not caused by any magic power, usually no one would choose the injury to represent purity The unicorn, the person next to him once told him 11 years ago that when your mouth touches the blood of a unicorn, you have already been cursed by the unicorn.

Firenze glanced at him, "Are you sure? If the little unicorn dies..."

Harry nodded solemnly, "As long as he is treated in time, there will be no problem."

Firenze took a deep look at him, and then communicated with the unicorn over there. Harry took out a potion bottle. I don't know what Firenze said to them. The leading unicorn was dubious. Glancing at Harry, he finally nodded.

"Okay, but I have to remind you, those are the parents of the little unicorn." Firenze glanced at the two adult unicorns protecting the little unicorn, "You have gained their trust."

"How to do it?"

"Basically, don't make them feel threatened by you."

Harry nodded.

"Also, you'd better not get too close to the little unicorn," Firenze was a little worried when he said this, "After checking it, let a woman give it medicine. Likes male touch."

"I'll go." Mag said aside.

At this time Harry took out his wand, raised his hands again to show that he was harmless, and approached cautiously step by step.He tried his best to calm himself down, but he still didn't forget to be cautious.

Harry stopped when he was two or three yards away from the injured little unicorn, slowly raised the holly wand in his hand as a signal, and looked ahead as sincerely as possible, the one for the little unicorn The adult unicorn, licking its wounds, met Harry's eyes, and quickly stepped back, acquiescing to Harry's behavior.

After getting the other party's permission, Harry didn't go forward, but stood on the spot and waved his wand to release a soft silver-white light at the little unicorn, and the tiny rays of light fell on the little unicorn, like this The shivering light made the trembling little unicorn seem to be comforted, and it gradually calmed down.

After everything was over, Harry took a deep breath and said to the centaur, "Please tell them that this is not a wound caused by magic, it's just that it's only a scratch that hurt it and it's hard to tell what it is. Its wound is a bit deep, it may have hurt elsewhere, I have medicine, please allow me to go forward with the principal to repair the wound."

Firenze translated his words, and after the other party also clicked, Mag stepped forward cautiously.

I don't know if it's because Harry really seems to want to solve the problem. Although there is still a confrontation at the scene, it is obviously not as hot as before.

McGonagall walked to Harry's side and said to Harry: "I have never treated such a wound, you have to tell me how to do it."

Harry nodded, "Don't worry, we can handle it."

The two walked forward together, Harry stopped when the distance was only two feet, and McGonagall cautiously squatted in front of the unicorn.

Harry said cautiously, "You have to turn it over."

McGonagall took out her wand, but such a move almost caused a backlash from the unicorns, which made the experienced headmistress look a little at a loss for the first time.

Harry yelled at Firenze: "Please tell them, we just want to turn it over." Harry didn't dare to do that just now, in case it caused a second tear of the wound, it would be very troublesome.

"They said, if you must use the wand, you can do it." Firenze said to Harry after communicating with the unicorns.

For a brief moment, Harry felt a twitch in his heart.

It feels good to be trusted.

But at this juncture, it is certainly not the time for him to be smug.He raised his wand again, and gently turned the unicorn over. From this angle, both McGonagall and he could see the wound on the little unicorn more clearly.

Harry handed a potion bottle to McGonagall, and took out another one from his pocket: "Use the bottle in your hand first, don't need too much, put two drops from the wound, there is a dropper inside .”

Mag's mood is stable. Although she doesn't do this kind of thing often, she did it quite well. After she finished, there was still a little blood oozing from the unicorn's wound, "Isn't this to stop the bleeding?"

"The inside must be repaired first," Harry said, and he handed McGonagall another bottle of potion, "This one will stop the bleeding, but from now on, you have to be careful, because the medicine you just used will make it a little uncomfortable. "He first reminded Mag, and then asked Firenze to tell the unicorns again.

Mag pursed her lips and nodded, she gently stroked the unicorn's body, and indeed felt a restless movement there, and then the little unicorn let out a low moan, which sounded disturbing. People are very uncomfortable, which also makes the surrounding unicorns become irritable again.

"It doesn't matter, it will get better soon, as long as we get through this, just like we have to grow bones again, it will definitely hurt to repair the wound," Harry thought for a while, and waved his wand again, right on its side Reassured, the little unicorn's eyelids began to droop, "Minerva, now is the time."

McGonagall made one command and one action. Harry's potion was very effective. In less than a minute, the wound on the little unicorn's surface had healed. Harry continued to comfort it, and took out a third bottle of potion. Turned it into a milk bottle again. "Feed this to it."

After everything was over, on this cool early spring afternoon, both of them felt as if they were completely soaked in sweat.