novelslam Chapter 1094 Your eyes look like your mother
Chapter 1094 Your eyes look like your mother
Chapter 1094 Your eyes look like your mother
Walking into the principal's office again, Harry's heart was extremely complicated.
If it had been before, he would have been very excited, because of all the offices, Dumbledore's room was the most interesting.
All kinds of weird magic items; there is also the phoenix Fox that can spontaneously burn; the silverware that emits smoke...
But at this moment, Harry was not interested in any of these, only endlessly exhausted.
The office is still an office, but now it is so strange.
After he walked in, he stood in the middle of the room and looked around lightly.
Harry quickly found what he was looking for, the strange broken hat, on the shelf.
Ignoring the curious eyes of the male and female old headmasters on the wall, he went straight to the Sorting Hat.
Harry put his hat on his head, and a small voice whispered in his ear:
"Is there something you can't figure out, Harry Potter?"
"Oh yes." Harry whispered vaguely, "Sorry to bother you... I wanted to ask..."
"Why did I want to put you in Slytherin when we were sorted back then?" The hat had already seen what Harry was thinking, and it said softly:
"Yes... Your position is not easy to get right, but I still insist on my choice..."
"Because I have Voldemort's soul on my forehead?" Harry asked bluntly.
The Sorting Hat stopped talking, and the portraits on the wall were all whispering to each other, not knowing what they were discussing.
"Thank you for giving me a definite answer." Harry put the sorting hat back.
The door of the office was opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a dignified expression.
"Have William and Hermione left, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Yes, the two of them still have a lot of things to deal with." Dumbledore sat down on the chair and said a little tiredly:
"Harry, what were you talking to the Sorting Hat about?"
"Let's talk..." Harry paused, maintaining a forced smile: "Does it give students points for missing colleges?"
"Then it will tell you, never." Dumbledore looked at Harry, and with a wave of his wand, two cups appeared on the table.
"What do you think?"
Harry picked up the glass and held it in his hand.
Smelling the unique aroma, he recognized that it was Mrs. Smerta of the Three Broomsticks, mead aged with oak wood.
Harry had tasted it once before and liked it very much.
But he didn't drink it, he just sniffed it.
"Perhaps the Sorting Hat assigned Wormtail to the wrong college?"
Dumbledore raised his slender fingers, touched his fingertips, and stared at him:
"Actually, the Sorting Hat wanted to put Peter into Slytherin.
But Peter refused. When he was sorted, he had his own ideas just like you.
You know, the Sorting Hat sometimes takes students' opinions into full consideration. "
Harry felt very uncomfortable.
Especially when he learned that Wormtail was once like him, almost entered Slytherin, rejected the sorting hat, and came to Gryffindor.
"Why? Why did he want to go to Gryffindor?" Harry asked curiously.
"Peter envied strong and brave men like James Potter and Sirius Black." Dumbledore explained:
"And they both just went to Gryffindor."
"Then do you think the Sorting Hat has ever made a mistake?"
"I think..." Dumbledore sighed softly, "It's a little too hasty on Severus."
"Professor Snape?" Harry was taken aback when he heard the name.
"Severus is braver than anyone I have ever met." Dumbledore said slowly:
"You should already know that he has always been my spy and is loyal to me.
He was with Voldemort, risking his life to scout for us. "
Harry's eyes flickered, approving Dumbledore's words.
Every time he saw Voldemort, he would suffer, but Snape could always be a spy by the man's side.
This is simply not something ordinary wizards can bear.
"Harry, I said this just to tell you." Dumbledore looked at the child and said softly:
"The sorting hat will sort students into different colleges.
But it does not mean that he does not meet the standards of other colleges.
Don't arbitrarily equate students with the college they are in, so as to create a kind of confrontation. "
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, raised his head, and said gently:
"It's like even though the Sorting Hat thinks you should go to Slytherin, you fit perfectly into Gryffindor."
"Professor..." Harry asked with some confusion, "What is Gryffindor?"
Dumbledore's chin rested on the tips of his long, slender fingers, and his blue pupils looked at Harry through half-moon lenses.
"Never cruel,
never cowardly;
never give up,
Never give in. "
Harry repeated these few words over and over, and finally his eyes were firm, and he was no longer confused.
He said calmly:
"So, tell me about me, Professor. Am I Voldemort's Horcrux?"
Dumbledore nodded, without any concealment:
"The night Voldemort tried to kill you, Lily cast a spell of 'love' on you at the cost of her life.
The Killing Curse bounced off Voldemort, and a fragment of his soul was blown away and attached to you.
Four years ago, Tom had no intention of destroying that piece of soul, but he cast the Killing Curse on you again and created another Horcrux. "
"So, you have the ability to talk to the snake and connect to Voldemort's mind.
To kill Voldemort completely, that piece of soul must be destroyed. "
When he was taken to the underworld by Tom, Harry had already realized something.
At this time the truth came out, but he was very calm.
As if, it wasn't him who was about to die.
"Thank you for your frankness, for letting me finally know the truth instead of lying to me." Harry raised his glass and smiled in relief:
"I'm ready, Professor, ready to die."
Dumbledore also raised his glass and toasted Harry.
"How long do I have?" Harry stood up slowly.
"this summer."
"Enough, enough for me to say goodbye to everyone decently." Harry walked towards the door, turned around at last and said:
"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore. Thank you for taking care of me all these years."
Dumbledore burst into tears after drinking.
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The oak door was flung open.
A middle-aged man with greasy hair barged in rudely.
There was a strong smell of alcohol in the house.
Dumbledore was drinking alone, and there were many empty bottles on the table.
He didn't care about Snape's intrusion, but raised his head and said drunkenly:
"Severus, William has told you the plan?"
"He asked me to kill the snake..." Snape stared at Dumbledore:
"The big shit also told me that the snake is a Horcrux, and Harry is also a Horcrux?!"
"Yes." Dumbledore raised his head and drank another glass of wine.
Snape couldn't believe it:
"Then the boy... the boy... must die?"
"Harry will be the bait, the most important part of the whole plan, and he will lead Voldemort into the trap," said Dumbledore.
"After the soul on Harry's forehead is destroyed, we can kill Voldemort for good."
There was a long silence, confirming that the headmaster was not joking, Snape seemed to collapse.
"I thought...for so many years...I thought we were protecting him, for her, for Lily..."
"I spy for you, tell lies for you, risk death for you.
You told me it was all about keeping Lily Potter's son safe.
Now you say that you are raising him like a pig waiting to be slaughtered..."
"How touching, Severus." Dumbledore drank a few more sips of wine, and said in a daze:
"Are you starting to like that boy?"
"Like him?" Snape exclaimed, "Call God to protect you!"
From the tip of his staff sprang a silver doe.
It landed on the floor, jumped to the other end of the office, and slammed through the wooden door.
Dumbledore watched it go away, watched its silver light disappear, then turned to Snape, who was in tears.
"It's been so long, is it still like this?"
"It's always been that way," said Snape, tears streaming down the tip of his long, hooked nose.
"Severus, I also want Harry to survive, he is not mortal." Dumbledore comforted:
"As long as Voldemort does it himself, he has a chance of surviving.
It all depends on Harry himself... of course, this is my guess..."
"Guess?" Snape growled. "What if you guess wrong?!"
Dumbledore shook his head, but whether he shook his head, he didn't know, or he must die... Snape didn't know.
However, the result is the same.
Snape leaned weakly against the corner, put his hands on his chest, and let out a low growl of pain.
He hated Harry Potter very much, but why did his chest hurt so much at this moment?
Like 16 years ago, hearing the news of Lily's death?
"Dumbledore, why is love... so painful?"
"Because..." Dumbledore wiped away tears. "it is real."
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When Snape rushed out of the headmaster's office, he found Harry still standing in the corridor, looking through the window, seemingly admiring Hogwarts.
Snape slowed down, not knowing what to say, and Harry suddenly said:
"Professor, the patron saint just now is very beautiful... the silver doe is exactly the same as my mother's."
Snape stopped abruptly.
Harry turned around, looked at Snape with green pupils, and said:
"Professor, I know you don't like me, always have.
I'm staying here just to say goodbye to you. "
Snape stared blankly at Harry, it was the first time that the two of them looked at each other so peacefully.
Harry walked over and hugged the middle-aged man who had the same illness as him.
Snape surprisingly didn't dodge.
It was the first time anyone other than Lily had hugged him.
Although he felt his body was stiff, it was also very warm... At least there was no rejection as imagined.
"Be nicer to everyone, pay attention to personal hygiene, and take care of yourself..." Harry choked up and said:
"I think that if my mother is still alive, I hope you are too."
Harry let go of his arms.
Snape's heart was beating wildly, he put his arm on Harry's shoulder suddenly, and said softly:
"look at me……"
Harry lifted his head, his green eyes fixed on the black ones.
"Harry, your eyes look a lot like... your mother's."
Snape's voice was bleak, like... like a wounded doe who finds out that the fawn it protects is about to die, and can only moo while licking the wound.
Harry hugged Snape tightly, suddenly feeling sorry for the middle-aged man.
On that night 16 years ago, both of them lost the most important person.
Now, 16 years later, Snape would lose someone again.
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(End of this chapter)