[HP] 47 Days Transformation

The body temperature from someone else's body, suddenly felt, made her have the urge to cry, and even her heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Harry was grateful to Jon for doing this for him, but he also had to refuse Jon's protection.

"I'm sorry." Harry smiled at her guiltily, and stepped out of Jon's protective circle.Without the time jumper, the only way he can get back is death.

Jon panicked all of a sudden.She didn't know why she wanted to help someone she had no kinship with in this way, but if she didn't help him, she would regret it.

"Come back, idiot!" She scolded him, angrily telling him to come back.She could clearly feel the body that was almost collapsed due to climbing the tower, she could clearly feel the magic power that was almost depleted due to magic suppression and excessive consumption, and she could feel the weakness of the hand that used to hold the magic wand, she had nothing to do... …

No!She still has it!Jon clung to the necklace he had hidden in his pocket.

Harry just looked at the tip of Malfoy's wand calmly, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It's much easier to be killed by others, isn't it?

"Why are you doing this?" Obviously he was about to die, but in the end he was the calmest one.

There are crazy and dangerous characteristics lurking in the bones of any Slytherin, no matter how rational and calm he looks on the surface.Malfoy finally bared his fangs: "I can't blame others, who told you that you are the Lord's only weakness. And the object of the Malfoy family's allegiance must be perfect!"

Who...you are his only weakness?

Harry stared blankly at Malfoy.

Seeing that Harry didn't respond, Jon had no choice but to try to stop the caster: "Abraxas Malfoy! If Tom knows that you killed Harry, you can't afford the consequences!"

Malfoy smiled nonchalantly.

If he dared to do this, he would naturally dare to bear the consequences.Even if his Lord was furious because of this, he would never attack the Malfoy family!Because the Malfoy family supports all his ambitions, the Malfoy family provides all the resources for his future, and the Malfoy family is the cornerstone of his Death Eater army!

How could Tom Riddle ruin all his efforts for a mere Harry Potter!

The momentary indulgence and satisfaction now makes his Lord reluctant to do it himself. If so, let him do it for him!When they expelled the Muggles and had absolute control over the pure-blooded families, the Lord would only praise him for his wisdom, and would only laugh at himself, who was so young, ignorant, crazy and ridiculous at that time!

And... no one will know what Abraxas did. It was obvious that Jon accidentally killed him during the battle. He was just an accomplice who was bewitched and cooperated with others...

The substance called ambition began to expand infinitely like a sponge absorbing water, and it had already filled the entire body and brain of this human being. Reason was expelled and hesitation was stifled.So, the human being seemed to plan wisely and waved his wrist.

--"Avada Kedavra."

Before the last word fell, and the dazzling green light hadn't left the tip of the wand, Jon gritted his teeth fiercely, his canthus tearing apart, and threw the necklace in his hand at Harry extremely quickly.

Jon didn't see clearly what hit Harry first in the end, she just remembered the way he stood there smiling at her at the end, smiling, as if saying goodbye to her.

After the green light, there is nothing left.No corpse, and no delicate, silvery hourglass.

Has he escaped the death curse and returned safely to his relatives and friends?Or... what his relatives and friends received was just a cold corpse that belonged to a hero?

"Harry?" Tom walked up the winding staircase to the top of the tower.The stairs are all controlled by his magic power, completely isolating the space at the top of the tower from the world.

He casually tore off the black ribbon tied at the neckline, leaving the collar of the shirt loosely open.The perfect use and control of the forces at this party made him happy, and even his footsteps became brisk.This drunken and cheerful look makes others think that this is just a young man who is proud of his career and looks happy.

With his perfect appearance, who would know that he is just a temporarily satisfied dragon?

The moon is in the middle of the sky outside the cave, and the night is getting dark inside the cave.At midnight, the Slytherin party took off its "noble" skin, closed the door, and started a real carnival.But the descendants of Slytherin couldn't sit still.So he smirked, walked away politely and irresistibly, and walked briskly, anticipating the birthday Harry would celebrate for him.

Like the husband coming home from get off work looking forward to dinner.

He admits that he's bloody looking forward to it -- not celebrating in the name of father and son.

"I'm back, Harry." Tom threw the bow tie on the sofa and called into the bedroom.

No one answered him.

The soul that was briskly almost floating also condensed a little.

Harry?Tom narrowed his eyes, went to the bedroom, and opened the door.

"Squeak——" the door shaft turned, making a flat but unpleasant sound, which was especially harsh in the dead and silent cave.

All the lighting in the tower is provided by gemstones, just to create a soft atmosphere, but at the top of the tower where no one is there, it becomes extraordinarily... stiff.

nobody.

He calmly pushed open the bathroom door.

nobody.

He walked to the kitchen holding his breath.

Still no one.

"Harry, I don't like this kind of celebration." Tom stopped, stood on the top of the tower that seemed empty because there was only one person, grinned, and said to the void.

——If you come out now, I will forgive your behavior.

Still... no one answered him.

The space expanded by this spell is extremely empty, and even his sound waves are still lingering and vibrating in this space.The air is also extremely cold, and it is completely unfeeling that someone has lived here...

The slightly cool air filled the space, and he answered Slytherin's pressing questions with indifference.

Harry disappeared.

Seemingly calm, Tom widened the smile on the corner of his mouth a little bit more, hinting to his brain like masochistic—let's leave.

will you send me backLike Billy.

——No, I will pay for your schooling.

Will you abandon me?

--I will accompany you.As long as you still need me.

Lies, lies!It's all lies!You lied from start to finish!

The smile at the corner of his mouth could no longer be sustained, and the eyes that were originally smiling had already turned red, as thick as a burst of blood.No matter how good Tom Riddle was at disguising and suppressing his emotions, he couldn't maintain his superficial calm.

Tom Riddle was a beggar who was driven to the end of the road, suffering from hunger and cold. He thought that he had seized the temperature and heat that could last his life, until one day, when his arms were empty, he bowed his head, but Finding himself with nothing, facing cold and poverty again, how could he nod lightly to express his understanding?

How could the beggars and dead-ends who had already felt the warmth let them go in such a muddle-headed way!

Harry left and went back?How did you go back?How did he escape his control and leave this space? !

Tom looked at the dark window with dark eyes.

——Dementors have no language, but that doesn't mean they can't communicate.

The author has something to say: Lonely turned into a butterfly and threw a landmine

慬 threw a mine

Green boy threw a mine

Thanks to the girls for the mines, memememe, donkey is working hard to update! ! !

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It seems... a lot of girls have disappeared, is it really too long...

☆, September 2001, 2

2001. 2, 16

The oppressive feeling that can make people vomit out their internal organs, the ding ding dong dong sound in the ear, the grotesque scene of quickly retreating, all kinds of discomfort made Harry almost cry with nostalgia.The fresh, bitter, grass-roots air that belonged to 2001 broke into his nostrils, instantly filling his shrunken lungs, but he was not even happy in time.

All his attention was still on Malfoy's words.

——Who told you is his only weakness.

He can recognize every letter and every word, but he can't recognize it no matter how they are connected together.

What do you call a weakness?

He fell on the floor without even the slightest strength to move. The coldness of the laboratory floor could almost freeze into the bone marrow, making his blood gradually coagulate, and the price of time jump made the pain piercing.

47天之前,20年之前,他被赋予最后的希望、最神圣的任务——去寻找伏地魔的弱点。他努力了47天、20年去寻找、等待所谓弱点的出现，却在努力了47天、20年之后被告知,他用47天、20年亲手创造了一个弱点。

For Voldemort in 2001, Harry Potter was just an old enemy born on July 1980, 7.For Tom Riddle whose memory was erased by the horoscope, he does not remember that there was a Harry Potter 31 years ago, and his weakness has long been obliterated in the long time...

I worked hard and tried my best, but in the end it was nothing!

He looked at the white ceiling of the laboratory and laughed hahaha.He wants to laugh, he wants to laugh smartly at himself for returning home without success, he wants to laugh openly at himself for being young and frivolous, but the more he tries to act free and easy, the more piercing and hoarse his laugh will be.

—So this is the idea of ​​the horoscope?So this is the foreshadowing that the horoscope has already laid down?

Going around and going around and finally returning to the original state, struggling and resisting but personally promoting the development of the plot, exhausting all energy and physical strength, only to find that there is nothing and nothing.

What a horoscope!

In the end, Hermione was the one who saw it most clearly: "This is a game made by the horoscope."

But stubborn and stupid, he refused to listen to persuasion, and fell into the illusion created by the horoscope, complacent and complacent...

Harry still remembers his ecstasy when he learned he had changed Tom's birthplace.

But now it looks like a joke.

Stupid, ignorant and pathetic, pathetic.

The laboratory was probably the best furnished room in Dumbledore's Army Garrison.Due to the needs of Harry's mission, Hermione took out all the stable and expensive building materials on hand, and randomly piled up a laboratory.

The sound insulation effect of the laboratory is excellent, it is difficult for the outside to peek into the inside, and the inside also rejects sound waves from the outside world.But no matter how perfect the sound insulation system is, it cannot directly extract the air and block the sound transmission path.

Lying on the ground, Harry followed the rocks with his ears pressed against the cold floor, feeling the commotion outside the laboratory.

The voices were chaotic, and it was impossible to tell the distance from the near, the high and the low, and they were intertwined and mushy, giving people a feeling of depression.

……What happened?

The pale and thin Messiah got up from the floor.He was still wrapped in a thin knitted sweater, and the open neckline couldn't cover the bruises on his collarbone. The bruises were shockingly deep, but it removed the ambiguous meaning of the marks.

He trudged to the door of the laboratory, endured the nausea caused by the pain in his stomach, and twisted the handle of the door.

The light from the crack of the door was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his pupils, giving Gryffindor, who hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, the joy of being reborn.This ray of light shone on him, which gave him the sense of reality of returning to his era.

He really came back, he once again had Hermione, Ron, his partner, his elder... This sense of belonging made the soul full of haze tremble and regain its strength.

But the light was too sharp, and he couldn't bear the scorching heat. He narrowed his eyes and waited for the white light in his vision to fade away.

The door was completely opened, and the voices from the outside flooded into Harry like a tidal wave, vibrating the eardrums, making it a headache.

What caught the eye was a black sea, a black sea made up of Death Eaters.And standing in front of that sea of ​​people, standing in front of him, were two figures that he had missed for a long time.The partner who gave him trust, faith, and life stood tensely at the door of the laboratory, his spine straight and motionless, as if he and she had been waiting there since ancient times, each carrying the sky, leaving him a breather Space.

Harry tried to call the two men by their names, but was interrupted by a shrill female voice.

"Ha! Savior!"

When the two people standing in front of him heard this, they turned their heads in surprise, as if they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" Hermione's hand holding the wand did not tremble at all, but her eyes softened unconsciously when she looked at Harry.

Ron's arms outside were already muscular: "Harry, you came back so late, it's almost night."

As the sun sets, the fireball gradually sinks to the horizon, and the brilliance struggles to escape the engulfment of the horizon. The prelude to the night is being drawn, and the world is sinking into the darkest background.

"Hahaha, Sirius is dead, and his godson is going to die too!" The person was still screaming strangely, her curly and messy black hair made her look extraordinarily terrifying.

Bellacritus.Harry stared at her coldly, enduring the pain as if someone had turned his guts over.

Ron and Hermione stepped back quickly and stood with Harry.

"Harry, Ginny and the others have already evacuated, we must leave immediately, can you still ride the broom?" Hermione lowered her voice and asked in a low voice, but her eyes fell on the opposite side, alert to any move of the enemy.

Harry smiled and nodded without hesitation.

"Very well, before the mysterious man shows up, we have to leave quickly. Wait for me to count to three, two and one, and summon the broom!" The wise Gryffindor planned cautiously and boldly, with his chestnut hair tied neatly behind his head.

Harry smiled bitterly: "Hermione, I don't have a wand."

Tom Riddle stripped him of almost everything, his freedom, his time, his friends and his wand.Fortunately, he is back.Sadly, the wand stayed in 1946 forever.

"I'll give you mine, and I'll take it with Ron." Hermione made a decisive decision.

three two……

As Hermione counted down softly, Harry secretly accumulated energy, took a deep breath, trying to suppress all the chaos, pain, and confusion in his mind, and adjusted to deal with it in the best state.

One!

"It's now!" Hermione yelled, and took out something from her pocket and threw it on the ground. Almost instantly, the brown-yellow gas spread rapidly around her, swallowing the Death Eaters like a beast, confusing their sight.

The two brooms flew into the air instantly like shooting stars, escaped from the smoke, and shot towards Hogwarts.

The Death Eaters also seemed to react, casting spells of various colors in the air, and Harry could even feel the scorching air brought by the flash of spells under his feet.

"Avada Kedavra!" A green curse came from behind very quickly. Relying on his instinct for danger perception, Harry flipped with difficulty, watching the death curse fall through the air. gradually extinguished.

"We will meet again, my dear savior." The adult man's voice echoed in the air, and the enchanted voice had the ability to bewitch people's hearts, and the murmured whispers were as intimate as sympathetic words.

The dark lord played with the elder wand in his hand, his eyes were blood red, carelessly.

"Voldemort!" Ron was startled, mobilizing his magic power to speed up the broom.

Harry didn't look back, he just rushed forward.

Will you abandon me?

——I will be with you as long as you still need me.

It's a pity that you can't wait to kill me.

Harry had no time to be sentimental, no time to mourn what he had given and lost.Behind him stood his comrades in arms, and beside him stood his friends who transcended life and death. He had no time to worry about Tom Riddle and Lord Voldmort.

Eliwisher said: The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, but indifference; the opposite of faith is not heresy, but indifference; the opposite of life is not death, but indifference.

The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.

The savior returns!

This news spread throughout Hogwarts in just a few hours. For those who have always fought against slavery, these few words can stir the soul and make people unable to bear it. He raised his arms and shouted.The arms showed muscles due to the excessive waving movements, and the neck was bulging with blue veins due to screaming.

For those who are muddling along, content with the status quo, or obsessed with darkness, this news is like a virus, causing a flu on a large scale, and people are powerless to stop it.

"The Slytherins refused to cooperate, which is to be expected." George shrugged, watching Hermione apply the wound medicine to Harry. "They were clamoring for us to let them out."

"Funny!" Fred yelled strangely, "I wish they would leave sooner."

"Harry..." Hermione put a gauze on Harry's forehead, frowned and said carefully, "Those Slytherins... are all descendants of pure-blood families, and most of them are future members of the Death Eaters , we can blackmail them..."

Hermione lowered her head, but met those disapproving eyes.

"Hermione, we are different from Death Eaters because we have a bottom line. Once the bottom line is crossed, it ceases to exist."

Hermione grinned and rubbed her temples helplessly: "Sorry, I just want to win."

Harry sat on a bed in the hospital wing, the warm orange light falling on him, softening the thin young man's figure.

"We'll win."

He said that it is sacred, firm and inviolable, just like the priest holding the cross in his hand and reciting "Amen" softly.

Winning, winning, surviving... These are no longer options and possibilities. These words endowed with hope have long since become a kind of belief, just like the battle flags erected on horseback in ancient battlefields. The export type can make the soul tremble.

The night falls, and the pain is long indeed.

But when the morning sun rises, dare to break through hope.

Just like Shelley's almost household poem: Winter has come, can spring be far behind?

The author has something to say: The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference - from "Just Because You Are Young", I think it was derived from Ellie's words.

In addition, I wish the girls a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! [The hard-working donkey said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is going to go back to school for evening classes... I can't bear it!fall!

Thanks to Cthulhu and Lily-san for mines, =3=

Thanks to Jiyou Anther for the rocket launcher, I suddenly discovered that this product is named after the reproductive organs of plants!

By the way, I made a bet with my friend yesterday, she said that if I changed 9 last night, she would throw me a shallow water bomb... So you should be able to guess what the ending will be...

In fact, I am helping you save money, friend! 【quibble

☆、1948 years

1948

"What else do you want to say?" The tall and handsome young man raised the corners of his mouth, staring down at the ragged woman as if standing on his throne in the dank dungeon.

Probably because of the shabby clothes and gray hair that made this woman look much older than before.But appearance cannot conceal the sharpness of the soul, wisdom will not fade, and will will not be dusted.

"It should be that you still want to ask something." The woman retorted calmly, and even provoked a triumphant smile, "You will never find him, and it is useless to ask."

No matter how powerful Tom Riddle is, can he break the constraints of space and time?Can he reverse the undetectable fate of mankind?Can he touch the future?

No.

Tom Riddle is always just a human being and cannot be a god.

"Jon, do you think I dare not kill you?" The blood-red eyes stared at the woman tightly, and the deep and terrifying dark red symbolized the most primitive ominousness, representing the coagulation of blood and the end of life.Slytherin asked, even with a provocative tone, as light as the most common inquiry.

Jon smiled, just like when she stood by and watched Harry talking with him, smiling lightly.

"You think I dare not die?" The woman with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes said lightly.After all, she doesn't stop time like Harry does. In 1947, Jon was also over forty, and she was old too.

Tom stood motionless, looking down.

She did dare to die, but he did not dare to kill.He had to leave something behind to remind himself, to remind himself of the past, to remind himself of the minutes and minutes he had lived with Harry.

Jon is a witness, so she can't die.

Tom Riddle is only 21 years old. He is full of vigor and good prospects. He is unparalleled in wisdom and has a superb memory. Incredible.

He remembered every detail of his plan to dominate, he remembered the Achilles heel of every pure-blood family, he remembered every method of demagoguery, but the details of his memories of Harry began to gradually blur.

The Duke of Darkness, who had always been conceited and confident, panicked.

He was back in the vicious cycle he was trying to get out of.

Because of Harry's disappearance, the beating of the heart seemed a little weird.He began to have difficulty breathing, taking in deep air to expand his lungs to the maximum, but the feeling of suffocation could not be shaken off.His internal organs twitched and convulsed, his thoughts were in a trance, and his emotions were like an awakened volcano, and he was furious if he didn't go well.

He was back to the one he hated the most, the weakest.

In the fifth grade, he resolutely made a Horcrux, and stored all his emotions in the diary with satisfaction, thinking that he would remove Harry from his thinking, think that he would eliminate Harry's influence on him, and think that it was impossible for him to have any influence on him. Anyone who has the idea of ​​"like" and "love".

However, five years later, he did get the opportunity to completely forget about Harry and get rid of his weaknesses, but he panicked.

Don't forget him!

He should not forget how that person took him home, he should not forget how that person hugged him to sleep, he should not forget how that person took him by the hand and led him into the magic world!

The descendant of Slytherin slammed down all the items on the table, and the glass and ceramics were completely broken with a crisp sound, making a mess.He bared his teeth, and the sharp canine teeth were pressed against his lips, as if they could cut the skin of his mouth.

This is his stuff!Memories, emotions, things...all are branded with Tom Riddle's name, if he is not willing to give up, no one can take it away from him!

However, natal charts go beyond the human realm.

"Abraxas..." Tom sat in the main seat, stirring the thick soup in the bowl with a silver spoon, "Is your son okay?"

Malfoy, who was arrogant and young and frivolous a year ago, has also become restrained and humble, perhaps because the person sitting in the main seat has enough power to restrain him: "Lord, Lucius is fine, He learned to call daddy yesterday."

Tom raised his gaze and smiled: "Malfoy, I think our agreement can be fulfilled."

Abraxas bowed his head in silence, hiding the unwillingness and despair in his eyes.

Their pact was brutal and straightforward.

——Looking at our friendship, I will give you time to continue your family, and after that, you will surrender your life.

He is unwilling, he wants to pay his life for a dead person who disappeared for a year?

The duke he was loyal to stood up from his seat, his black jade-like hair made him look extraordinarily handsome: "I allow you to choose your own way of death, but you must die."

In a word, it decided his fate.

Tom Riddle has long had the power to influence the lives of others.

As time went on, he forgot faster and faster.

Jon, who has been locked in the basement by him all this time, has shown a puzzled expression when facing his inquiry.

Not only him, but the whole world is erasing the traces of Harry Potter, or in other words, Harry Potter is abandoning this era.

Until one day when he woke up from his sleep, he wanted to wash up and attend the meeting, but suddenly realized that it was already past the meeting time.

No one woke him up, no one dared to wake him up.

If Harry was here...

Who is Harry?

The thought flashed, but Slytherin's face twisted abruptly.

Even though he deliberately remembered it, he couldn't resist the subconscious forgetting.

He can't forget!Unless he is voluntary, then no force can take away his memory!

He wants to seal these memories, just like he seals up his soul!

Wait, seal... the soul?

Horcruxes!

Slytherin advocates black magic, and the extremely evil Horcrux in black magic is a sharp weapon that Tom Riddle firmly believes in!

Since even the soul can be sealed, and even the normal laws of life can be resisted, then why can't a small memory be preserved!

As long as it is branded with Tom Riddle's name, no power can take it away!

So, Tom Riddle sealed his most painful and sweetest memories together with a small piece of his soul in a Slytherin pendant, and stored them in the cave he arranged as a cage.

It was destroyed by another Slytherin 30 years later.

The young but brave Slytherin left these words:

To the Dark Lord:

Before you read this, I'm dead.When I want to let you know, I found your secret.I stole the real Horcrux and will destroy it.

I gave my life, only hope that when you meet that destined opponent, you will become a mortal again.

He has always been mortal, but his destined opponent is not vicious and decisive enough, he retreats step by step, a little bit tolerant, and he is still unwilling to cast Avada Kedavra.You can say that he is cowardly, hesitant, and benevolent, but you cannot deny his sincerity, optimism, and perseverance.

"Lord, the woman locked in the basement tried to escape." Someone reported to him.

He stopped writing, tapped the pen tip on the parchment, and the ink moistened: "That woman? Why was she locked in the basement?"

The person scratched his hair in distress: "Uh... I don't remember, Lord, it shouldn't be a big deal. She can't even tell herself."

He nodded indifferently: "Leave her alone, let her escape, I can't afford idlers here."

No matter how deep the love is, no matter how unforgettable the experience, the passion to "shrink the universe to a person and expand a person to God" will ultimately not be able to withstand fate and time.

The Greeks said that the gods considered it unreasonable to love something unreasonably.

To love too deeply is blasphemy.

What's more, Tom has never confessed love.

The fate chart rotates silently, driving fate and history to gradually coincide, making it impossible for people to change.Even before people have the idea of ​​wanting to change, the horoscope has already begun to plan and maintain the development of history.

This is a game made by the fate board. All human beings are just pawns in this game. Being on the board, they cannot escape the black and white lines of the board.Even if escaped, the chess piece loses the meaning of the chess piece itself, and a person is no longer a person.

☆, September 2001, 2

2001. 2, 17

Hogwarts students were all but dismissed.After Slytherin learned that Harry would not stop him, he immediately dispersed. Slytherin called this behavior "preservation wisely", which aroused the anger of the lions.Most of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws left too, but more chose to stay than Harry thought.

Almost all the sixth and seventh grades of Gryffindor stayed, and the rest of the lower grades were unwilling to leave, and they were scared away by George and Fred's pranks.

The Aurors arrived at Hogwarts one after another, and were allowed to enter Hogwarts after being checked with Professor McGonagall's confirmation.Parents also took the initiative to gather, and the doctors in St. Mungo said there was no camp to rescue.

The whole Hogwarts entered a tense state of preparation.

"Harry, you need to see the old bat... Headmaster Snape, Hermione asked me to tell you." Ron said the name awkwardly, not very happy to be called such an honorific title.But he also had to admit that Snape played an important role in this war, although he still wanted to beat him up.

Harry wasn't too keen on seeing Snape.

He watched helplessly as he pointed his wand at Professor Dumbledore and cast the Killing Curse on Professor Dumbledore.Even though he understood that Snape contributed a lot to his safe arrival at Hogwarts, it still couldn't offset his resistance to Snape.

But he had to go, because at this moment, he needed Snape's help.

"I guess Mr. Harry Potter knows how to spell 'punctual'."

As soon as he stepped into the principal's office, he heard that extremely high-resolution voice slipping past his ears, like the cold scales of a snake swimming on the skin, which made people feel chills down their backs.When he was at Hogwarts, every time his name was called, he would shudder a few times.

"Professor Snape." The 20-year-old pushed his eyes and stood in front of the barely changed Slytherin.Boldly looking directly at the frowning man, resentment, dissatisfaction, unwillingness... All kinds of emotions were too obvious, and the vivid green eyes made the potion master stupefied for a while.

The potions master's brow crease deepened a bit: "You're still so impolite! Potter boy!"

"You killed Dumbledore." The still pale savior said stubbornly.He watched his potions professor point his wand at his old headmaster, and he watched his beloved old headmaster fall from the top of the roof like a broken doll.After three years, he still remembers the mourning night illuminated by the magic wand three years ago, and he still remembers the hesitation of losing his backbone.

He even wanted to throw a Shenfeng Wuying at him.

Snape waited for him ferociously. His large black cloak hung down to the steps, covering his whole body in darkness. His skin was sallow because of lack of light, and his whole body looked extremely haggard.

"Think about it with your achnatherum-stuffed brain, Potter! You haven't felt something that even Granger can guess! Has Potter's brain degenerated to this point!" Annoyed The man raised his voice, his eyes widened, and the bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes were particularly frightening under the light. His voice became deeper and deeper, and his momentum became more and more menacing, "If I have any ill intentions towards you, I'm afraid your neck is already on the verge of death. The Dark Lord's minions are here!"

Snape turned around and went back to the headmaster's seat, the portrait of Dumbledore behind him greeted him kindly with a smile: "Don't be so angry, Sev!"

Snape took a deep look at the portrait, turned around with a dull expression, and looked at Harry: "You must listen carefully to what I'm going to say next."

"I'm afraid I can't understand the role I played in this war with your little IQ left, but you have to do what I say." The man stared into those emerald green eyes expressionlessly, speaking quickly Had to make Harry barely get higher.

Without waiting for Harry to nod his head to express his understanding, Snape went on self-consciously: "As far as you know, the Dark Lord divided the soul into seven parts, and made the remaining six parts into Horcruxes, except for a few that you destroyed. , and the rest were reintegrated by him. The Dark Lord always thought that he divided his soul into seven parts, and touched the most magical number 7... In fact, he split it into eight parts."

Snape pursed his lips, stood up from his seat impatiently, and paced back and forth in front of the table anxiously: "On the day your parents died, when your mother used her life to build a protective barrier for you , the Killing Curse rebounded on the Dark Lord, and a piece of the Dark Lord's soul was torn apart, parasitic on the only living soul in the collapsed building."

Harry struggled to organize his thoughts, trying to keep up with Snape's thoughts.

"Potter, although it is cruel, but..." Snape finally stopped, standing on the steps and coldly concluded, "You are the last Horcrux."

Harry stood there in a daze, looking at him, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

The last Horcrux?

"Yes," said the tall middle-aged man without the slightest hesitation, his coldness was outrageous, "Potter, you will be killed by the Dark Lord himself, this is Dumbledore's special order."

Seeing Harry's bewildered face, the old Slytherin man with a slightly wicked taste automatically attributed this expression to fear, so he twitched the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, as mean as he was, and still did not forget to taunt him at this moment: "Potter , don't be a coward! You're not going to die!