novelraw Chapter 201 Soul Stone
Chapter 201 Soul Stone
"I……"
Snape thought he must look silly now - mouth open, speechless, like a fish stranded on the shore, completely helpless to its imminent death.
It's not that he hasn't thought about this scene. He was once awakened by those questioning and disgusting green eyes in his dreams at night. When smiling—he couldn't tell whether those eyes were Lily's or her daughter's.
In front of him, Harry's green eyes on his half-dry forehead were not as emotional as in his dream.
In fact, he could only see "questioning" in these eyes, and didn't find any "disgust"; besides "questioning", there were more "hurt" and "pain", and there were even The silence, the increasingly obvious "despair", tore apart that touch of clear green.
This made him more like falling into the siege of the dementor, his whole body was cold, and even his breathing was congealed - Merlin, he would rather have Harry hate him.
"You really... don't you have anything you want to say to me?" Harry exhaled tremblingly, even with a pleading look on his face.
Deny, please deny, please...
"I..." Snape opened his mouth in vain again, as if someone had cast a Silencing Charm.
At this time, the ease of just destroying a Horcrux has disappeared, and now he is like a moonstone in a mortar, being ground into powder bit by bit by the pestle.
"Harry—" Dumbledore stood up behind the long-legged table.
"I want to hear from him." Harley interrupted the old headmaster, she couldn't care less about manners at this time.She stared at the Potions Professor without blinking, her eyes were already sore and swollen...
"I did." Snape closed his eyes. "I have no excuse."
"You can blame me for the death of your parents and your misfortune as a child—no, you should blame it on me, as I always do," he said, bluntly, Like talking about someone else's story, "I take all the blame. I'm the one to blame for everything."
After pouring out these words, Snape actually felt... a burst of relief, despite the extreme torture.An invisible burden that has been on him for 14 years, now naked/naked/naked in the sun, is the real "end".
He is a confessed prisoner, willingly and gratefully awaiting the queen's final sentence on the gallows.
But Harley didn't pass any judgment on him, she just frowned, her eyes already full of tears were finally overwhelmed.
As soon as the first tear fell, Harley hugged the samurai/knife to her chest, turned around and rushed out of the principal's office like a gust of wind, the sound of chaotic footsteps getting farther and farther away.
The prisoner did not get what he had been looking forward to for many years, and "ending" was still just an extravagant hope, and the girl's tears made him feel worse than death.
**************
Harry ran down the spiral staircase and joined Zatanna and the dead man at the door of the principal's office.
She wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, "Help me return this knife to its owner, and tell her I'm sorry, I will try to destroy Voldemort's soul when I go home during the summer vacation. Although this sword It is indeed filled with the souls of many bad guys, but I don't want to pollute the weapons of the first sister."
"The principal...is upstairs," she lowered her head, not wanting anyone to see the fragile expression on her face at the moment, "you...you can go and discuss with him about the future, such as saving Umbridge Come out and so on, and communicate with each other about today's actions. In fact, it doesn't matter if I... am here or not."
She spoke quickly, as if she was afraid that someone would rush out of the principal's office to chase her; or, she was even more afraid that no one would rush out to chase her in the end...
Zatanna squeezed Harry's shoulder.With these historical entanglements, she knew that she could not help at all; even, it was best not to intervene.Harley, and the man who's clearly been atoning, will need to sort out the past for themselves.
"Do you need me to bring Bruce over and give you a few days off?" Zatanna asked softly.
Harry shook her head. She'd been here long enough for anyone with good legs to catch up with her at a normal pace.
Didn't rush over, maybe... don't want to...
Her tears became more violent, and she didn't want to speak in a miserable nasal voice, so she ran away again without saying goodbye to Zatanna and the dead...
Just as Harry's clothes disappeared around the corner, Snape finally appeared outside the principal's room.
**************
Harley ran all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest—she originally wanted to go to the Black Lake, but suddenly remembered that the second level of the competition was held there today, even if it ended due to an accident, there might still be sporadic classmates left behind.
She hid behind a tree and sat down against the root of the tree. She hadn't let herself cry for a long time.
Damian couldn't get into the campus. He might still be on a certain highland in Scotland, researching new weapons in the bat machine while waiting for her news.
Harley wanted Damian to go home, but she didn't want to make the teenager worry more because of her tears at this time...
But she remembered that they agreed to be honest with each other...
She performed a very uncomfortable cleaning and drying spell on her face and the clothes on her body.Then opened the two-way mirror.
"Harry?" Damian's tentative voice sounded, "Where are you? I can't see anything."
"That's because I'm holding the mirror to my chest," said Harry muffled. "I'm crying so badly that I don't want you to see it."
Damian didn't force her, let alone say "you look beautiful when you cry".Harley's problems cannot be relieved only by his thoughtfulness and enlightenment.
"I can take you home," Damian said, "right now."
Harry remained silent, leaning his head back against the tree trunk, quietly listening to the rustling of various creatures in the woods.At this time, the setting sun was covering the campus, and the grass blades on the edge of the Forbidden Forest seemed to be coated with a layer of golden red.
On the one hand, she wanted to give up, give up completely.She wanted Damian to take her home, back to America, back to Gotham.Don't study magic school or something!
On the other hand, she knows that she is playing with her temper... She is a witch, she should, and needs to learn magic, so that she can help Damian and Gotham in the future...
***************
Harry was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that Headmaster Dumbledore had been standing behind her for a while...
"Looks like you've found one of my favorite trees." He said leisurely and cheerfully, startling Harry.
What surprised Harry even more was that the old headmaster pushed his long beard aside, completely ignoring that he was wearing a brand new and clean robe dotted with stars and moons, and leaned against the big tree together, sitting on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. on the dirt.
"Ah, the double-sided mirror." Dumbledore glanced at the mirror in Harry's arms and winked at her. "Young love."
"It's not..." Harry was a little embarrassed, and whispered to the mirror, "I'll hang up first, Damian."
"Hey! Wait..." Damian protested in vain, and the mirror immediately went dark.
Harry wiped the sweat from his palms on the robe, lowered his head, and suddenly became interested in a small ant passing by on the ground.
"The headmaster came here...to explain to Professor Snape?" Harry asked bitterly.
"Well, not really."
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the headmaster's white beard swaying as he shook his head.
"I'm here to introduce someone to you."
Harry looked up and saw the headmaster took out a black stone, which looked familiar. This was... that Horcrux?
"This is no longer a Horcrux, thanks to Wonder Woman's sword." Dumbledore looked at the stone with admiring eyes and nostalgia. "In fact, it is a treasure—it is something that once confused me."
"Turn the stone three times, and you will get the answer you want." The old headmaster placed the stone on Harry's bent knee.
"It's thanks to this stone... that Aberforth and I - my own brother - finally spoke after so many years."
He sighed, showing unseen oldness, "My housework is very complicated and complicated, and there is no need to use them to bother you."
He looked at the stone that Harry had already held in his hand. Harry could see that the headmaster was reluctant, but when she offered to return it to him, the headmaster shook his head resolutely.
"I want to give it to you." Dumbledore looked deep into the Forbidden Forest, "but at the same time I hope you read the story of the three Peverell brothers. You can use it, but don't get addicted to it illusion. And then, what to do with it is your freedom,"
"Stay away from this stone, that's also what my brother meant." The headmaster had already stood up, "If he knew that I handed the stone to you, he would definitely quarrel with me again." He shook his head and smiled kindly up.
"But I believe in your self-control, in your ability to distinguish between fiction and reality. Live in the moment, Harley."
The sound of the headmaster's footsteps faded away, Harry stared at the stone in his palm, without thinking much, and turned it around three times.
At least she trusted the Headmaster, even though... the truth about Professor Snape broke her heart.
A slight sound came from the Forbidden Forest in front of Harry, like a weak body stepping on the grass.A figure walked towards her, obviously not as real as a living body, but still much more real than a ghost.
"Are you... mother?"