[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"You already knew?" Snape's voice seemed to come from the coldness of hell.

"Not as early as you think, but..." Dumbledore shrugged, "It can be considered very early."

"But you didn't tell me anything."

"..."

"You're using me!" Snape grabbed Dumbledore's chest hard and lifted him from his chair, almost looking like he wanted to kill him.

Dumbledore closed his eyes dejectedly, and nodded silently.

"I...I can't deny this, I am indeed using you to some extent."

"Sev! Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry looked back and forth between Snape and Dumbledore in bewilderment, wondering why there was such an instant tension between the two of them.

"You tell me... everything we do is to protect him!"

"We're really protecting him."

"Then tell me," Snape pulled Harry up, "what were you going to do to him?"

"Sev?" Harry looked at Snape puzzled, wondering why he was so angry and his hands were shaking.

"Severus, calm down," Dumbledore also stood up, looking at Snape beseechingly, "I admit, I did think about it at first... but I've been looking for a solution all these years... ..."

"Your solution is to let the Dark Lord kill Harry without doing it yourself?"

"Voldemort used Harry's blood, and there was a bond between them. Lily's protection existed on both of them at the same time. If Voldemort did it himself, it is very likely that the broken soul in Harry would be destroyed. , I calculated that the probability of success is very high—"

"You bet his life!"

Snape growled, and the portraits on the wall woke up one after another, frowning at him.

"Yes, I was betting...but I couldn't think of a better way...and we won the bet, didn't we?" Dumbledore looked at Harry's forehead. "The scar is gone, Harry woke up— —”

Harry touched his forehead in a daze, and suddenly regained his energy. He touched it back and forth, and finally ran to the cabinet in the corner, and kept looking at his forehead through the glass cabinet door.

"Then what if he can't wake up?!" Snape gritted his teeth and gripped Dumbledore's neckline, just wanting to punch his crooked nose that had been broken once, until his head was bleeding. , "What if he was really killed by the Dark Lord? That prophecy is bullshit, right? Hmm? What will eventually defeat the Dark Lord...Dumbledore, you have been fucking lying to me all this time!"

"Then let's say—"

The dignified atmosphere was broken again, Snape turned his head, his hand loosened slightly, and looked at the surprised Harry in a daze.

"That...that soul fragment in my body has been wiped out now? Is that so, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry rushed over happily, looking at Dumbledore eagerly.

"Yes, Harry, you are completely your own now." Dumbledore took the opportunity to break away from Snape, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great!"

Harry experienced the transformation from hell to heaven in a short moment, and his joyful smile grew bigger and bigger. He wanted to pounce on Snape happily, seeing his strange expression, and stopped in embarrassment.

"What's the matter, Sev? You... aren't you happy for me?"

Snape closed his eyes, and for some reason the fierce aura just now could not be condensed again.

He turned his head and stared at Dumbledore unwillingly, and said coldly, "Get out, Potter. I have something to talk to the headmaster."

"Ah - Harry and I have something to say too." Dumbledore blinked furiously at Harry.

"Yes... yes!" Harry received Dumbledore's distress signal, and hurriedly extended a helping hand, "I still have a lot of questions to ask Professor Dumbledore!"

"Aha!" Snape snarled again, carrying Harry outside, "Did you ignore my words? You dare to put your nose on your face now, don't you? Get out of here!"

"Hey! Why are you doing this trick again! If I don't go out, I won't go out—" Harry struggled unwillingly, his green eyes were watery, "How strong is it? You, you, let me go! Let me go!"

But Snape threw him out the door with his collar in hand, the office door slammed shut an inch from the tip of his nose, and he was cast a Imprisoning Curse.

Harry pressed against the door resolutely, and Snape's roar came faintly through the door.

"I'm a spy for you! I'm making up lies for you! I'm risking death for you!"

"You say it's all about keeping Harry Potter safe!"

Dumbledore said something, but Harry couldn't hear clearly. He found that the gap between the door and the floor seemed to be wider, so he simply lay down on the ground, and put his ears close to the gap.

"Now you tell me that you have raised him for so many years like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, ready to contribute your life to your little guess—"

"I'm not like a pig!" Harry couldn't help shouting angrily towards the crack of the door, "Why are you talking!"

"Bo, Mr. Potter! What are you doing?"

Harry turned his head abruptly. Professor McGonagall was standing in the corridor holding a stack of documents, staring dumbfounded at him lying on the ground with his buttocks pouted.

"Ah...Professor McGonagall," Harry stood up in embarrassment, leaning his back against the door, and smiled sheepishly, "You... are you all right now?"

"It's all right, St. Mungo's medical doctors are very good, but there is only one thing," Professor McGonagall shrugged, "They always wake me up to drink sleeping potions after I fall asleep-Professor Snape Inside? I need his opinion about the banquet and the House Cup."

"Here, he's talking to Professor Dumbledore—"

The door behind him swung open, and Harry fell backwards, caught off guard.

Snape reflexively reached out to grab Harry, pulling him into his arms.

"Sev!"

Harry put his arms around Snape, and looked around the room worriedly—fortunately, Professor Dumbledore sat behind the desk perfectly, except for his beard and robes being a bit messy...

Snape noticed his gaze, pushed him away in disgust, endured and endured, and finally pointed to Harry's forehead, gritted his teeth viciously and said in a low voice, "Forget about being stupid!"

Seeing that Harry was still giggling cheerfully, Snape snorted coldly with a gloomy face, and flung his sleeves aside to talk to Professor McGonagall.The two walked and talked, and left Dumbledore's office.

Harry patted his chest and looked back at Dumbledore. He smiled kindly at Harry, but there was a moist light in his eyes.

Harry closed the door and sat back again, and the two were silent for a long time.

"He really cares about you," Dumbledore broke the silence with a smile, "Professor Snape."

"Yes, I know," Harry pursed his lips, his eyes were a little dry for some reason, "I... always knew."

"You... do you blame me, Harry?"

Dumbledore's forced smile couldn't last anymore, he covered his face with his hands in pain, and now he looked like an ordinary old man, an ordinary, tired old man.

"There is a point," said Harry, "that your plan almost killed Sev."

"I didn't tell him that I let Umbridge go, not to catch the Ministry of Magic, but to draw out the looming evil figure behind Umbridge...I knew it was Voldemort, but I didn't remind him...he I will never agree to let you face Voldemort," Dumbledore took a deep breath, "I didn't expect him to come back early, so I went to the Forbidden Forest instead of you."

"The Dark Lord used my blood... Umbridge took the opportunity of confinement to collect my blood," Harry nodded, "I wonder if they didn't use my blood, if there was no protection at all." In my blood... what was your original plan?"

"...I thought about killing you directly."

"I want to wipe out Voldemort completely, so I can't allow any possible accidents to happen. All possibilities must be killed in the cradle."

There were tears of shame in Dumbledore's blue eyes, which he closed tremblingly.

"So you see... I'm not really any different from Voldemort, we're both going to do whatever it takes for the 'greater good', we're really the same kind of people."

"Call me, Harry, hit me, you have the right to do so, Professor Snape is right, I am indeed betting on your life, even if...even if you can't wake up..."

He couldn't go on.

"That soul fragment will definitely be destroyed." Harry finished for him.

Dumbledore did not dare to look at Harry. He turned his face, his tearful blue eyes fixed on Fawkes on the shelf, and nodded slightly.

"But you didn't kill me in the first place."

"I can't bear it... Harry, you are still so young, Lily and James have protected you with their lives... When you came to school, when you faced Voldemort again and again but managed to overcome the difficulties... I don't Not trying to defend myself, but I did pay attention to you secretly, and slowly, I almost treated you as my own child...I couldn't do it, I hesitated year after year, making excuses...wait Wait, wait and see, maybe there will be a better way..."

"This is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort."

"I—ha...Harry?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, a big smile on his face.

"Voldemort only knows how to kill people, but you want to save people." He shook his head lightly, holding Dumbledore's cool palm. "How can you think that you are the same kind of person as him?"

Dumbledore's white beard trembled slightly, and his eyes behind half-moon lenses looked at Harry complicatedly.

"You're a great man, Harry," he said slowly at last, "a greatness...a greatness not in the sense of many heroic things you've done, but... Harry, I'm no match for you. "