novelraw Chapter 148 Chapter Family
Chapter 148 Chapter Family
Dumbledore didn't turn his head for a long time, and his standing posture was no longer as tall and straight as before.Now he looks like an old man, avoiding reality.
"I must admit that my plan failed..." After a few seconds of freezing, Dumbledore said slowly, "Because she chose to sacrifice herself to protect you." He still didn't turn around.
"So, you want to say it's my fault?" Damian couldn't even get angry, he was just a little dazed, pinching Harry's side in a daze - he always felt that she would respond, Bar When Bara played with her, she said it was the most itchy.
But she wouldn't move again, let alone pursed her lips, frowned, and slapped his hands away.
"I didn't say that, and you'll never hear me say it." Dumbledore finally dared to face him.
"Have you ever wondered why the Killing Curse was thrown back?" The old headmaster's blue eyes were also full of pain. If someone familiar with him was here—such as Professor McGonagall—he would tell You, they never saw such a wrenching look on the face of the greatest wizard.
"She could have lived, but she chose to die for you. This kind of love will leave a mark on you... This is the same magic that her mother left on her back then...I admit that I am I didn't think of this when I made the plan... I didn't think that the relationship between you has surpassed brother and sister..."
"Don't give me chicken soup for the soul. Nothing you say is useful." Damian exhaled tremblingly, feeling the coldness he had never felt before. He was surprised why he hadn't erupted and why he was still sitting on the ground— —He felt powerless, his soul seemed to have left his body, and he looked at this silly boy from above, holding his beloved girl helplessly.
Psychologically speaking, there are five stages of human grief - Denial Denial; Anger Anger; Bargaining Bargaining; Depression Depression; Acceptance.
I'm probably still in the "denial" stage, unwilling to believe that Harley is no longer there-how can I believe it?She had just promised herself a date before the game...
Damian still felt bouts of dizziness.The afternoon sun fell on Harley's face, casting shadows under her long eyelashes, and she seemed to be asleep—like they were in the same room the night she was hurt.She was sleeping and he was watching her from the chair.
She looked so calm, he always felt that these green eyes, which were clearer than his own, could open again,
Before closing her eyes, Harley wanted to say something, but she finally gave up and closed her eyes with the remaining strength.
She was so accurate in stabbing, it was all because he had given her so many books on "one move to defeat the enemy", so that she could master the technique of stabbing the heart with only one knife.
"We shouldn't have let Harley enter your world," he said blankly, "you wizards, you only want to use her and put heavy responsibilities on her—after using her, you still have to destroy her The worst thing is that you expect her to kill herself—you arranged everything today, right? I can tell that your level of magic is higher than that of Voldemort, and you can clearly destroy him!"
"But you let Harley sacrifice for love and righteousness! Did you also use me? Arrange me here? In this way, you can not only get the result you want, but also don't have blood on your hands, you You can fool yourself and think that you are still a great wizard!"
Damian understands that he has probably entered the "angry" stage, but he believes that his anger is absolutely justified in this matter!
"I assure you, Harry's death is definitely not the result I want..." Dumbledore squatted down, looking straight at Damian with sincere and sad eyes, "The reason why I didn't kill Voldemort is because Because he still has a Horcrux, if I kill him now, it will only make his whereabouts more secretive and hard to find; moreover, in order to finally destroy him, we still need his main soul to have a body, that is to say, he must be resurrected , we can really kill him."
"Finally, and most importantly, Voldemort was brought back to life in this way... as he had Harley's blood in his veins, a unique bond would be formed between him and Harley, and she would have the hope of surviving at the end... ..."
"Are you sure? What is the chance of survival? Is there a number?" Damian asked indifferently.
Dumbledore was even more sad, "Magic is not science, and it cannot be so precise. The connection between her and Voldemort is unprecedented among any wizards in history. We can only guess the reason."
"Only you know about this plan, right?" Dumbledore's rare frankness could not move Damian at all.Moreover, there are too many loopholes in this so-called plan, "Are you so confident in yourself? Without anyone assisting you, can you be sure that every step will follow what you think?
"You are too conceited, Dumbledore, and you have serious trust problems—more serious than my father—at least my father understands the importance of cooperation, and in rare cases, he will trust certain people. A very selective person. And you just use your goddamn babble to trick everyone."*
"If I asked you where Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes are and what they are, would you tell me?"
In Dumbledore's painful expression, there was an extra sense of shame, "I don't know yet for the time being."
"I don't believe you," Damian sighed, not wanting to entangle with this "great" wizard any longer. "I think you already have enough information, but you choose not to tell me."
"You and your so-called hope can die," Damian said, gathering enough strength, to stay here without any meaning, he wanted to take Harry home...
"I didn't do anything to you now because I know that with my current physical condition and weapons and equipment, I can't beat you." He wiped the dirt on Harry's face, and turned to Dumbledore without raising his head. Lido said—
"One day, I will destroy you. Give back to you what you have done to Harley."
"I believe you." Dumbledore replied seriously.
Damian had just picked Harry up and was turning around dumbly, about to walk towards the plane when Bruce and Tim finally arrived.Along with them, there was also Snape who had disapparated here.
Because of Snape's appearance, Dumbledore showed a slightly surprised expression, but immediately covered it up.
Damian hugged the limp Harley and walked directly beside the three of them. His face was expressionless, his tone was stiff, and he didn't want to say more, "It's too late, Harry is dead... let's go home, and I'll come back when we get home." Do action briefings."
Snape's eyes widened. He stopped Damian and looked at Harry, who was leaning against his arms with eyes closed—of course he didn't believe it. Ignoring Damian's cannibalistic gaze, he stretched out his hand to check Harry. Lee's pulse...
Snape was going crazy, he rushed over, grabbed Dumbledore by the collar, and pointed his wand at him - a move he would have never even dreamed of ten years ago.
"You promised! You promised me!"
"For so many years...whatever you asked me to do, I agreed! I only ask for one thing in exchange...to save that little girl's life. As the 'greatest wizard', you can't even do this!"
"You let me down twice! Twice!"
"Severus..." Dumbledore didn't resist, letting Snape poke his neck hard with his wand, "I'm sorry."
How the two wizards clashed, Bruce didn't care at all at this time, he just got off the plane and rushed over when he heard the bad news... There was a bang in his head... How would he explain to Ah Fu...
"Really, Damian?"
Damian wanted to smile wryly, even his father couldn't escape the first stage of grief - "denial".
"Go home, I don't want to stay here any longer," he said softly, lifting Harry a little higher, annoyed that Snape had messed with her hair just now, "wait Go back to Gotham, Ah Fu will naturally tell you if it’s true—he’s a doctor.” He knew he said this out of anger.
The bat dart that Harry used had been quietly put away by him.
Damian pushed Drake away to take Harry's hand - how dare he, who did he think he was?
"Damian... are you sure you want to drive Harley? You are not in a good condition to fly a plane. You and Bruce will fly together. I will drive yours back." Tim said cautiously.
Of course Damian couldn't listen, "Shut up, Drake! Just mind yourself!"
Bruce took one look at his son, and while Tim had a point, he ended up going with Damian.
It didn't take long for the two planes to take off, without missing a beat.
Only the trembling Snape and the extremely guilty Dumbledore remained on the cemetery.
Snape's trembling wasn't just from violent grief—
At this point he had sent Dumbledore away, clutching his forearm, dripping with sweat——
"Is it the Dark Mark? Has it already started?" Dumbledore asked seriously, "Is he summoning his former subordinates?"
"None of your business." Snape closed his eyes, enduring the burning pain, "I will no longer be a spy for you. The Dark Lord can come and kill me at any time. You find someone else to carry out your greatness." plan - I hope you can find someone as stupid as I am. Only a fool would trust you again and again!"
"I've let you down... Severus."
"Shut up, it's useless to say anything now." Snape wiped the sweat from his brow, and had a new idea.
"If the assassination plan doesn't work, give it up." Dumbledore can always see through him...
"Even if you change your life for another, Voldemort still can't kill him."
"Is it a Horcrux?" Snape said coldly, Dumbledore's breathing rate changed for a moment because of his words, which made Snape even angrier, "I never thought I would know about a Horcrux about?"
"You still refuse to tell me...you still expect me to continue to work for you?" He narrowed his eyes and asked.
"You weren't working for me in the first place, you know that, Severus."
"That makes sense—I'm doing it for Lily and her daughter—then there's even less reason for me to be at your service now." He turned around, terribly disappointed and grief-stricken, the marks on his arm bulging, unable to let him He frowned again.
No matter how painful the Dark Mark is - there is nothing like the piercing despair...
"...But you can join me in finding Voldemort's last Horcruxes and avenging Lily and Harry." Dumbledore's calm voice came from behind.
Snape stopped in his tracks.
"You have always kept secrets from me and thought your plans were perfect. There is no trust between us anymore, Dumbledore. I cannot cooperate with you."
"What if I say I already know what the last three are?"
This sentence... finally made Snape turn around.
The author has something to say:
*Everyone who blames Xiao Deng only represents Damian in grief, not the author.Deng Xiaoping is also very painful.
*I'm sorry this chapter hasn't brought Harley back... because I'm not satisfied no matter how I write it, I'm brewing it tonight, and I will definitely come back in the next chapter!ensure! ! !