Back to 1975

On a sunny summer day a few years later, Harry would bring his family to the scene of Professor Dumbledore's autobiography press conference to join in the fun and buy a whole stack of autobiography.It's written by Albus Dumbledore, not Rita Skeeter, who spouts gibberish.

There he would meet a radiant Professor Dumbledore, sweating from the sun in brightly colored robes.

James and Harry were the first to squeeze in to congratulate Professor Dumbledore, and maybe snap a few pictures, as Gilderoy Lockhart did in some paper.

Doria and Charles sat down in a very romantic coffee shop, while the young people continued to enjoy the fun of shopping in the crowd.

Harry would stand with James and Sirius in front of the window of the Quidditch shop looking at the latest broomsticks, and when he turned his head, he saw Snape walking towards him with a grimace on his face.He complained critically about the crowding, but he pushed the passers-by around to come to Harry like a firm and loyal knight.

Harry would have walked over to him and hugged him, and gnawed on his always mean mouth.He might hear Jaime yelling in exasperation next to him, but he'd still leave a toothmark on the snotlite's lips to claim sovereignty.Or that he himself had been left with a tooth mark by Snape, and Harry could only hope that his lips could stand up to the sharp-tongued Professor Snape.

Next, they meet up with their parents at the coffee shop.Doria would have stood up to meet them, and given Snape an overly warm hug that he couldn't bear.

The whole family would sit in the coffee shop and kill the rest of the time.Doria and Lily talked about the current fashion, while Charles and James sat beside them dryly and couldn't get in a word.

As for Harry and Snape, they would sit quietly beside each other and sip their coffee, their hands clasped under the table.Mr. Snotluck will pretend nothing happened and continue to make his mean remarks, but he is kneading Harry's fingers one by one under the table where no one can see.

After waiting for about half an hour, a few eleven or twelve-year-old children came into the cafe. Ron and Hermione walked over with a group of radish heads and said hello to Harry.Ron called "Uncle Harry" in a childish voice, and then introduced him to everyone, and let the other children call "Uncle Harry" together...

It was a silly but blissful-sounding fantasy.

But now, Harry was told that before this silly dream of his could come true, someone would be absent first.Professor Dumbledore ushered in death before writing a book or biography.

Why did he go back to the past?

—to recover what he lost.

But why does he still lose it?

……

Harry couldn't answer.If you insist on giving a reason for the demise of life, it can only be dictated by fate.

But why is fate so cruel to them, but so kind to Death Eaters?Why is Dumbledore cursed when he is admired, while Voldemort is still rampant with blood on his hands? !

Or even fate is afraid of power! ?

Harry felt sad and helpless.He was really, really, powerless.Even though he gave the memory to Professor Dumbledore, he still couldn't escape death.It's as if everything he's doing is in vain.

To die, or not to die, this is a difficult choice.

But Professor Dumbledore didn't seem to be in much pain.His dead branch-like hand has never been shown before, but he has recently developed a new hobby-collecting gloves.

All kinds of gloves, all kinds of colors, matched with his bright robes, he wished he could change a pair every hour.

Dumbledore stayed in the Order of the Phoenix for a few more days, and these days he always liked to ask Harry to drink tea together.

They still talked at first, but then it was just drinking tea, and the two of them sat without saying a word.

The old man always invited Harry to the balcony of his room, looking out over the valley.There are continuous mountains in the distance, and the place as far as the eye can see is a vast expanse of whiteness, and even the night is no longer so dark.

"You comfort me, Harry." Professor Dumbledore looked at the distant scenery. "The difficulties have not made you timid or made you restless. I have always worried that if I am not here, you Can it survive?"

Harry's expression was sad, and there was an indelible worry in his eyes. His green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he looked at his old headmaster dimly—Harry had never been so poetic in his life. Worry again.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry apologetically, "I hope you can forgive me, Harry." He covered Harry's head with his ungloved hand, "...forgive me I."

"I never hated you."

"Don't say it so early." Dumbledore said jokingly, "Harry, I hope you will remember what I say next."

Harry nodded blankly.

"Destiny can be changed, but it is mysterious. No matter how hard you try, you may fall into it. You can't expect everything to go your way, Harry. This is a chance Merlin gave you. No matter how hard you save Everyone is a gift from Merlin." Dumbledore raised his right hand, "And what you lost should not have been yours, and this is also some sacrifices that are necessary on the road to happiness." .You have to learn to lose before you can gain.”

"...So, for our happiness, you are a victim that has to be consumed?"

Sacrifice, Harry hated that word.Every time he heard the word, it meant he had lost another friend.But now, he wants to use such a high-sounding reason to regard sacrifice as necessary and unavoidable.

"I chose to die, I finally know myself. I am too old, it's time to meet death, just like your ancestors." He said, "As the story goes, I greeted death as if meeting an old friend I hadn't seen in years."

The old headmaster stroked his beard, his eyes became bright and light, even though his current complexion was very bad.

Harry murmured unwillingly, "I just...resent myself. I failed to do what I promised myself."

"No, you did it." Professor Dumbledore laughed, and he said seriously: "You saved me, really. You showed me something sincere and beautiful, when someone is willing to pay a huge price for you When I came to save you, no matter whether you can get through the difficulties or not, you have already been redeemed."

Harry stared blankly at Professor Dumbledore, he felt that it was impossible for Professor Dumbledore to say these words to him, but it really came from his mouth.

The old man Harry knew was kind, kind, and capable, and he would take care of everything for others, even death.And now, he told Harry that he had saved him.

"This curse is very powerful. I think I still have about two years. We must advance the plan. We must let Voldemort know the prophecy early, let him act early, before James and Lily's son is born."

Dumbledore didn't allow Harry to continue to be immersed in sadness, he quickly continued: "In this year, I will cultivate James and Lily into a pair of heroic couples, and I will also let Miss Trelawney interview in advance, and Make sure Voldemort knows the first half of the prophecy."

Harry opened his mouth, hesitantly asked: "So the decisive battle is..."

"Before July 1980, 7."

"Then it was..."

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry without saying a word, "I'm sorry, Harry...but I still hope that you can make sure the plan goes ahead."

"...No!" Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore incredulously, "You can't...he..."

Professor Dumbledore held Harry's shoulders, "Sometimes, we have no choice."

"But what about Snape?!" Harry couldn't help shouting loudly, he looked at the old man in front of him, "You can't do that to him...after you know what he will pay!"

"It's his fate, Harry. It's ours too."

"But... I love him..." Harry looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, his voice was weak, like begging, but also like compromise, "I love him..."

Professor Dumbledore was in a trance for a moment, he was silent, and after a while he said, "He won't die, Harry, I promise he won't die..." He seemed to have only this reason, "He will Live well, become a master of potions, become the headmaster, and maybe the headmaster in the future. He will live a long life."

—Lonely long life.

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Harry stood with his luggage at Snape's house in Spider's End.

The alley in Zhizhiwei Alley is very narrow, with self-built or public buildings on both sides, like a mountain stream, and you can only see the narrow sky when you look up.So even if there are windows on the wall of the living room, it doesn't feel bright.The furnishings in the house are old and outdated, and none of them are old, making the house look lifeless.

Harry dragged the suitcase and walked into the room. With a "crack", the wheel on the left side of the suitcase knocked against the corner of the table, and it was completely scrapped.Harry frowned annoyedly as he tugged at the luggage. Instead of using a spell to fix it, he carried the suitcase directly up the stairs.

The stairs are narrow and a bit steep, and the old stairs will creak and groan when walking on them, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Snotling?" Harry called from the second-floor landing.

Snape had never shown Harry his home before, so Harry knocked on the door closest to him, opened it and walked in.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a spell was shot at Harry!It was a curse that could kill people, and just shooting out the spell brought a shrill scream!Harry quickly dodged to the side, and there was a loud bang, and even the ground seemed to shake.Half of Harry's suitcase was blown up, and charred clothes fell out of the damaged suitcase.

"...Why are you here?" A man stood at the door of the house, the mottled wooden door hung crookedly on the door frame, Snape stared at Harry who was holding his wand in a daze.

Something has changed.

Harry looked at Snape and smiled stiffly at him.

Snape frowned slightly. He strode towards Harry, looked down at the wreckage of the suitcase, grabbed Harry, and dragged him out.He didn't go downstairs, but cautiously stayed in the corridor on the second floor.

There was almost no light in the dim corridor, and large shadows fell on Snape's face, making his gloomy face look more like a villain in a horror story.His dark eyes were fixed on Harry's face, "I thought you would give me the news in advance, you should be thankful that your training worked, otherwise that box would be your fate, Potter!"

Something has changed.

Harry looked at Snape in a daze. In just a few months, Snape had become unknown to him.

Snape was sharp-tongued and mean-spirited, he never let go of any weakness in others, but he was clumsy.With just a little tenderness and enthusiasm, he will be at a loss and tongue-tied.

But after only being separated for a few months, Snape became icy cold. He attacked without any hesitation, swiftly and ruthlessly.His voice became deeper and his face was cold and ruthless, like a middle-aged man who was used to the warmth and coldness of the world, and he was so honest about everything.

Harry stood restrained in front of Snape, he smiled unnaturally, and said, "That's right, I just wanted to come over and take a look."

Snape hummed, he turned around and stood at the stairs, flicked his wand, sealed the fireplace, and cast several protective spells in succession.He turned to look at Harry, pointing his wand at him.

He quickly said a spell, and a silver light melted into Harry's body. He said, "From now on, you can come and go freely." He waited for Harry with a complaining look, "The protection spell I cast will not I have a red flag." He muttered harshly, "Damn Pote."

For a split second, Harry felt as though the earth had come back to life, even though he had just been cursed and damned.

Harry gave a pathetic, goofy grin, "Merry Christmas, Snotluck."

The ruthless Snape suddenly turned his head and stared at him, "...huh."