novelraw Chapter 113 The Girl Harley's Secret
Chapter 113 The Girl Harley's Secret
"I heard that you passed out in Defense Against the Dark Arts class... while you were studying Boggarts."
In a dark office in the Ilvermorny Potion Experimental Tower, Professor Snape was standing behind his desk, crossing his arms, with a dark face, slowly reprimanding Harry word by word.
It's as unforgivable as fainting at Boggart's feet, and making a wrong addition and subtraction within twenty.
"...it's not making excuses," Harry lowered his head and hesitated for a moment before whispering, because Professor Snape hates making excuses the most, "it's just that when it was my turn, that Boggart became a Dementors - I actually thought it was going to be Voldemort, or Tom, and it turns out... I'm not afraid of Voldemort? Anyway... I just... just passed out."
He didn't even have time to put on the most basic defensive posture.
Professor Snape's face became even darker, almost blending into the black robe. The students of Ilvermorny set up a gamble - whether the Potions professor had more than a dozen identical black robes every day , or only one piece, never changed...
Harry shouldn't be distracted by such things as "gambling", especially when facing Professor Snape - he has become particularly strict on her education since the end of last year, all kinds of five or six The seventh-grade courses were smashed, as if they were cultivating some kind of child prodigy.
"You've never seen a dementor...how could they be the thing you're most afraid of?" Snape demanded.
"Uh... I've read it." Harry didn't dare to look directly at the professor...
In fact, she saw it when she was "communicating in a dream" with Voldemort at night... He seemed to have begun to gather the few dementors in the primeval forest.
Although her feeling in the dream was ecstasy and excitement, when she woke up, the back of her clothes was soaked in cold sweat. The fear brought by this kind of creature seemed to be able to pass through the distance of continents and oceans, making her feel like falling into a dream. Like in ice water.
She also saw the unicorn, a holy and beautiful creature, being ripped open by the werewolf, and the silvery white blood flowed out, and she watched happily in the body of the big snake.
In her vague thoughts, she seemed to be looking forward to her body... body?Is Voldemort going to be resurrected?No need to possess animals anymore?
There are too many secrets...
"A Boggart turned into a dementor...is that your reason?" The figure of Professor Snape came from a distance, and Harry hurriedly refocused on the current conversation.
"Yeah... It's embarrassing." She lowered her head and admitted honestly.
"Even if you can't use it to be funny, what about the Patronus Charm I taught you at the end of last semester?"
In Snape's dictionary, there is no so-called "advanced spell" that Harry should learn or not. If he can even release one with the Dark Mark, then those wizards who can't release it are all idiots. .
"Even if you can only release a piece of white mist up to now, it can still play a certain role in resisting."
"I forgot at that time...and, uh, I heard my mother's voice..." Harry rubbed his nose, not daring to admit that he really wanted to hear a few more words...
Professor Snape fell silent suddenly, he couldn't even hear his breathing. For a while, the atmosphere in the office was oppressive and weird.
"I think I understand Tom's point, last year, it was about my mother not having to die." Harry said softly.
"I heard my mother begging Voldemort to let me go." Harry's eyes began to heat up, and she never imagined that the only mother's voice she could hear was screaming and pleading, "She said let her do whatever ..."
"I heard Voldemort's voice too, he was telling my mother to get out of the way..." Harry scratched his face, trying to hold back the tears that welled up.
Looking at the girl bowing his head, Snape's thoughts began to wander... Thinking of these again, he didn't know how he should feel. Apart from the powerlessness, numbness and sadness that went deep into his bones, he actually... a little bit envious of Harley.
Still have a chance to hear that voice.
Shouldn't he try with a dementor too?Maybe I can go back to holding her dead body that night...
"Starting tomorrow, I will learn the Patronus Charm in my office every day after the class is over." He said lightly, not knowing how long he was silent.
"I can only defend against dementors, isn't it very tasteless?" Harry also stabilized his emotions, looking up and asking seriously.
"Defense against the Dark Arts, there is no useless magic!" When did this damn girl become so utilitarian, "Besides, the Patronus Charm can transmit messages. This is the safest method."
Fortunately, the dead girl is always quick to admit her mistakes, she thought about it and nodded.
Snape watched Harry seriously, originally wanting to make sure that the girl wasn't languid due to the effects of the dementors, but unexpectedly noticed the thick dark circles under her eyes.
Given her age, how many days would it take for such a degree of bruising to form?
"You'd better tell me that you spend your time practicing potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts at night." He stared at the girl's every expression, "Or are you here, also flying around at night as a vigilante? "
"Uh..." Harry scratched his head, "It's just... ordinary insomnia."
Snape didn't believe it at all. After focusing his eyes on the abnormally red scar on her forehead again, he suddenly thought of something...Started to look directly into the girl's eyes, silent Legilimency...
Actually, it worked for the first time...
what did he seeThis is...a jungle?And werewolves, dementors, unicorns... all messy pieces.And in the end, it's Little Wayne, topless/topless, just out of the shower...
That's when Harry built up enough defense to squeeze him out of his head.
The two stared at each other, and Snape didn't know which he should be more angry about, between Harry's contact with the Dark Lord, and her actually starting to have an affair with little Wayne...
It's all very annoying!
The first thing that made him want to punish her for copying the theory of Occlumency 300 times!The second thing made him want to punish her for painting the cauldron for one school year!
Harley was also panting heavily, her little face was flushed, anyone who was prying into her privacy would be angry; moreover... her anger concealed several degrees of guilt - she vaguely knew that it was wrong to communicate with Voldemort's brain ...
"I, don't, know, know, should, should, say, what, what..." Professor Snape's words were probably squeezed out between his teeth, which sounded very much like the hiss of a snake...
"Are you trying to piss off your professor?" Snape wanted to throw the whole table of clutter in her face!
"In the world, there are so many ways to die for you to choose," he said viciously, "but you can always invent a new one!"
"I...I was thinking, besides being my curse and doom, this scar can also be a weapon to spy on Voldemort's secrets..." She swallowed, shrinking her neck nervously , "I thought... maybe it could be of use to us too?"
"You think?!" He really threw a book out, but didn't hit her, "Do you think what you think is right?! You are as virtuous as your father! Arrogant!"
Well...Harry had already guessed that the hideous professor in front of him disliked his father very much.
"I'll just follow your logic and analyze," Snape slapped on the table, leaning forward, staring at Harry with a death gaze, "If you could see what the Dark Lord saw... would you ever think about it?" , he can see you too?!"
"If you can get into his mind, he can get into yours too! He can even manipulate you! You don't even have a chance to resist! With his magical abilities, he hasn't done so just because he doesn't know your head yet There's a slice of his soul!"
"If he knows...or anyone in the wizarding world of England knows, you're in big trouble!"
"When we—Wayne and I—are trying our best to save your life, we don't ask you to be capable, but at least you must not take the initiative to seek death!"
Harry was really frightened by Professor Snape's excited expression... For a moment, even the papers on the table seemed to be blown up by the wind, and the window was obviously closed...
She nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and swore to God that she would continue to block her mind.
This calmed Snape's anger a little, just a little, enough for him to think rationally...
He frowned and looked at the girl huddled in the chair, his voice was low but slightly hoarse, "It's because you...can't do it after that head injury?"
But don't let him wrong Harley...
How dare Harry continue to lie, "The first night, yes, I didn't drink the potion at that time; then, just... I promise I won't do it again..." She was sincere, controlled by Voldemort ?It's better to die directly.
Both of them were silent after that, each having their own concerns.
Snape didn't know how to tell Harry about that scene about little Wayne...it was so annoying, he didn't want to recall it at all...
"You are only 13 years old, study hard!" He finally squeezed out this sentence, hoping that this damn girl would understand.
Harry rolled his eyes, the change of topic showed that the Potions Professor was not so angry anymore, she nodded, didn't she mean that she could really do something with Damian, wouldn't she even think about it?This is too demanding...
"The professor's exact words just now were...'Me and Wayne'?" Suddenly thinking of this, Harry gritted his teeth and decided to ask directly, "So, Principal Dumbledore doesn't know yet? About my forehead..."
"I don't know...and I won't let him know, at least I won't take the initiative to tell him." Snape hesitated for a moment, but still answered her frankly.
"You're protecting me." Harry looked up and said firmly.
"Don't get me wrong," Snape sat back in the high-backed chair behind his desk, looking at the void behind Harry, "Dumbledore is a... very complicated person, I believe even if he knew, he would do his best Yes, go find a way to help you. It's just... I won't tell him."
Tell me again?About Lily's daughter's life?Like 12 years ago?he can't...
"Stop asking, it's not something you should be concerned about."
Harry looked at him silently for a while, "Thank you, Professor Snape."
Snape waved his hand impatiently, he had to be ashamed to listen to this kind of innocent thanks...Harry is willing to be in the same room with him now, probably because she didn't know her back then doing.
This trial should be placed after all the dust has settled.
Suppressing his complicated thoughts, Snape opened the drawer and threw Harry a book he had prepared earlier in the morning.
Harry took it with both hands, noticing that it was a booklet in black leather, and there was even blood between the yellow pages.
"Dark magic books, very evil, rare books. About Horcruxes." Snape said briefly, which he found by searching the black market in the American wizarding world during the first month of summer vacation.
"Read it. Then tell me about your thinking." He had already started to grade his homework with his head bowed.
Afterwards, the only sound left in the office was Harry's quiet breathing while reading, and the sound of his red quill scratching the paper.
However, Snape's attention has long been distracted from these horrible papers...
"Dumbledore, with Arthur's loyalty to you, he will definitely report to you that there is a piece of soul in that diary as soon as he returns to England. With your wisdom, you will not fail to guess what it is.
However, you have not mentioned it to me in your letter, or asked me if I also know...
If there is a risk of the letter being intercepted, you can at least inform me to go back to China for secret talks...
So, do you know any details that I don't know?Or have you already guessed the secret of Harley's forehead scar?
Why did you choose to keep it a secret from me?Do not trust?or something else...
Are you watching my reaction?Or are you waiting for me to take the initiative? "
The author has something to say:
* Regarding the translation of the German poems in the previous chapter, although I have replied to the comments, here is a unified explanation:
In fact, I asked my friend to translate it like this (dry, pure literal translation) to highlight Jason's upright masculinity. Teasing my younger brother.)
And "from my language (meinerSprache)" is the core of the whole poem, especially from the overall point of view of the whole poem (little partner: because the second half is that the protagonist starts to find words and sentences in the language of his sweetheart, but still Communication fails and ends in nothing.)
After all the title of the poem and the book is called "Life in Two Languages" (InzweiSprachenleben)
Here is a reference to the different worlds of Mizum and Harley in two different languages (the wizarding world and the Muggle world)
(If we have to get serious, Jason must be speaking English. The English translation of those lines is as follows.)
when you left,
Isent you on the way
a word from my language,
and it came, like you
never back.
(frommylanguage must be translated, otherwise the whole poem will lose its uniqueness.)
(Indo-European languages, especially Germanic languages, are different from our Sino-Tibetan poetry. Out of the author’s personal need for character creation, he chose a literal translation that loses Chinese literariness. Anyway, I’m not an expert either. It will not be expanded here.)
The above is just an explanation, and the reason why I chose to write this way in the article, and I am not disgusted with the discussion.
*The details of the unicorn: the baby-like body at the beginning of Voldemort 4, which originated from black magic (can’t find it, the wiki just says somethingsohorribleastobeindescribable==), and the potion, the raw material is unique Horned beast blood and snake venom, and he needs to drink a dose of this potion every once in a while to maintain his body.