Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

Chapter 955 [Chapter 5] 40

Professor McGonagall left the principal's office with guilt and anxiety on his face.

But Liu Quan didn't leave with her immediately.

She needed a few short minutes to settle down her chaotic thoughts in such a place, which was probably the quietest place in Hogwarts at the moment.Every move she makes, every word, every choice may become an important factor in the outcome of her mission.She couldn't do the tiniest thing wrong, and she couldn't miss the tiniest detail.Before Voldemort was finally killed by Harry, she couldn't relax a bit.

She stood silently in front of the desk in the principal's office, staring at the portrait of Dumbledore hanging on the wall behind the desk.She knew that Dumbledore's portrait could already talk to outsiders, and Snape's timing and behavior when he secretly gave Harry the Gryffindor sword was the result of his consultation with Dumbledore's portrait.But at the moment Dumbledore's frame was blank, and the old Headmaster was not in it.

Liu Quan took a deep breath.

fair enough.

Maybe she couldn't have any more conversations with Dumbledore, otherwise she couldn't be sure that her cool would not go away, or that the climax of the plan she'd been thinking about for years wouldn't leak.

Perhaps seeing Dumbledore's familiar yet unfamiliar face, which is as reliable and reliable as a close elder, she will lose the courage to abandon everything, reckless, and put all in one basket—even the greatest and most outstanding man in the world. , What even the most powerful white wizard can't do, why can she be sure that she can do it?

Think about it, at the beginning of everything, she was just an ordinary girl, without any outstanding advantages and abilities, nor the courage and self-confidence to turn the tide.

However, the irreversible fate threw her into various desperate situations time and time again, and finally brought her to this irreversible end point.She could only suppress the instinctive fear, bewilderment, weakness, and urge to retreat in her heart, gritted her teeth and lowered her head towards the dark and unknowable front, rushing forward in one breath.

From this moment on, only you can trust, only you can rely on.You can't ask others to replace what you should undertake, and you can't pin your hopes on slim victories without working hard.If she waited here, Voldemort would not die automatically, the danger would not be lifted, and her mission would not be successfully completed.

Sometimes, there are some things that no one can help you, only you can solve it all by yourself.You have no chance to go back on your word, and no room to back down.

A hazy and fragile watery light floated in Liu Quan's eyes.She stretched out her magic wand towards the water in the Pensieve, selectively retracted a few bundles of silver-white memories, and put them back into her mind.

Then she didn't look back, she still turned her back to the door of the principal's office, and said softly, "Since you're here, come in, Harry."

Harry Potter, with his always disheveled black hair, carefully pushed open the door of the principal's room and poked his head in.

With his back turned to him, Liu Quan stared at the Pensieve on the table for a moment, then raised his wand again, placed it on his temple, and pulled out long silver-white beams of memory from it. , and threw them all directly into the big stone basin engraved with runic symbols on the mouth of the basin.

Then, she took out another bottle from her pocket, which contained half a bottle of silver-white memory beam, rippling in the bottle like a layer of thick and beautiful mist.She uncorked the bottle directly and poured those memories into the Pensieve.

"Harry, come here." She said gently, "I have something to show you. This is the last task that Professor Dumbledore gave me."

She mentioned Dumbledore, and Harry seemed to get excited all of a sudden.The boy rushed to the table in three or two steps, and without thinking about it, he dipped his head into the Pensieve.

……

After what seemed like a long time, he suddenly leaned back and fell on the floor of the principal's office.

Harry slowly opened his eyes, stunned and dazed by what he had just seen in the Pensieve.He was lying on the dirty carpet, and when his eyes were able to focus again, he saw Lily Evans, the former professor of Muggle studies at Hogwarts who once thought she had been persecuted to death by Death Eaters, squatting Beside him, bent over him with a concerned face.

But she didn't ask any stupid questions like "Harry, are you okay?"It made Harry feel a little comforted, but also sad at the same time.

He slowly moved his lips, and said word by word in a breathy voice: "I used to think that I was here to learn the secret of victory...but now I finally understand that I can't survive..."

He saw a layer of understanding and sadness appearing on Professor Evans' face, but he didn't speak.

In fact, he doesn't need her words of comfort at this moment.He went on self-contained: "My task is to walk peacefully into the open arms of death... and along the way, to sever Voldemort's last link with life... so that when I finally rush to face Voldemort, and not protecting himself with wands, the end will be clean and complete, the work that should have been done back in Godric's Hollow will be truly over: no one survives, no one survives..."

He saw Professor Evans nod slightly.But he saw no sympathy or pity on her face.This made him feel a little better, and made him feel a little suffocated for no reason.

He felt his heart beating violently in his chest.How strange that, in his fear of death, his heart beat so powerfully that it bravely kept him alive.But it had to stop, and it had to stop soon.It won't be beating too much.How many times could his heart beat as he stood up and walked across the castle for the last time, across the playground, into the Forbidden Forest?

"Death... will it hurt?" He asked intermittently, as if he was a little out of breath.

He saw Professor Evans startled slightly, as if this simple question had aroused something deep in her heart.The green eyes that always burned like bright flames dimmed a little, but she pursed her lips and shook her head slightly towards him.

"I will feel something that I have never noticed before, like the world is big and I am very small, the air in the forest has the fragrance of trees and grass... I will see the sky is high and clear... I will know that someone because of me It would be comforting to be saved by such an act," she finally answered him.

"At the end of the day... it will all pass. Harry."

In fact, Harry didn't expect to get a real and exact description from her. He was just eager to confide his emotions to such a credible and reliable elder and professor, trying to find an outlet from it.However, hearing Professor Evans actually give such...true and detailed answer made him feel confused and dazed for a while.

Had Professor Evans faced death before?So how is she treated?It must have been very heroic... Then, can I die calmly and calmly like she did back then?

"How many times have I thought I was going to die, and then I got away with it... But even so, I never really thought about death itself. My desire to live was always stronger than my fear of death How much..." he murmured, and then, as if he was afraid of seeing Professor Evans' disappointed expression on him, he hurriedly added: "I didn't think of running away and getting rid of Voldemort's claws! I know, It's all over; all I can do is die..."

He didn't know which sentence in his muttering touched Lily Evans' nerves. Harry saw her body trembling slightly, and her face finally showed some kind of deep nostalgia for the past and the ending before the end. The sadness came, and he said softly: "Everyone has their own destiny, their own responsibilities, and things that only they can accomplish..."

Then she stretched out her hand to Harry, like a kind elder and a gentle mother, lightly fiddled with the short messy hair on Harry's forehead, smoothed out those disobedient hairs slowly, and pushed them to the top of his head Go up, revealing Harry's entire forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar on it.

Harry lay there quietly, holding his breath, waiting for her to complete the gesture.No one has ever stroked his forehead and hair so serenely and lovingly as his mother did when he was nervous, restless, timid and at a loss, as if silently telling him everything would be fine with actions; although he knew it clearly in his heart He knew that everything would not be better, and he was going to die.

"I don't have a lot of reason to tell you," he heard Professor Evans say softly, "and I can't explain anything to other people—especially Professor Dumbledore—for their arrangements and decisions. Because The choices of other people, in the final analysis, are beyond our power to interfere; we can only make choices for ourselves, and be sure that our choice is the best, and then do it without hesitation—"

She ran her fingertips over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I can only say that what we can decide is our own attitude when facing the ending. I can assure you that no matter what happens, I will give my whole life to work hard to fulfill my own choice..." Her voice choked in mid-air, and she reached out to Harry, pulling him hard off the carpet.

"All I can say is, Harry, you've been a good boy and I'm proud of you."

Harry felt a rush of mixed, impulsive emotions rushing into his chest.He watched her take out the wand, and then collected the silver-white memories in the basin and put them back into his brain. His movements were so calm and calm, as if what they were facing was not a tragic battle, nor a parting of life and death. .

Then she turned and smiled at him the same way she had smiled at the students in her Muggle Studies class all those days ago when she announced the end of the class.

Harry understood the meaning of that smile.That is to say, I have tried my best to tell you what I can tell you and teach you well.

He felt his fingers trembling slightly, but he tried hard to control it, his heart was like a crazy bird, violently hitting his ribs.

Then Professor Evans left him in the principal's office, as if he wanted to let him be alone and think about these things alone.Harry saw her walk slowly to the front door and open the oak door without looking at him again, as if intending to go out and join the fight downstairs.

Harry watched her back from behind her, and then he suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Professor Evans!"

She looked back at him by the door, the smile on her lips still did not disappear.Harry found out that she wasn't really smiling that way to comfort him, which made him feel somehow better.

"I...can I ask you a question?" He stammered and asked, feeling that this question was very important, but he didn't know if it was appropriate to ask it at this moment.

The scene he saw at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow from Lily Evans' point of view jumped into his mind.That scene haunted him, as did Dumbledore's taunting of Snape later on that wild hillside in the dark.He suddenly felt that this question became important, and he must...must know the real answer to this question.

Then he saw Professor Evans nodded silently, and there was no sympathy, no pity, no excitement, no anger in his eyes looking at him, only calm warmth and tolerance, which gave him a sudden courage.

"I wonder what my mother's Patronus is..." he asked aloud, though in the back of his mind he was almost sure of the answer - his father James Potter's Patronus was a stag!Then as his loving wife and loving mother to Harry, Beryl Potter's Patronus must also be a stag, a doe!

Harry saw a flash of surprise and sadness in Professor Evans' eyes.She seemed surprised that he asked this question, but she firmly believed in the answer to this question—even if the answer came out of her mouth, it would make her more sad.

"It's a doe," she answered clearly.

Harry was relieved for some reason, but felt sorry for her almost at the same time.He saw Lily Evans put on a thoughtful expression after she finished the word; but she quickly recovered her original calm attitude, watched him slightly curl her lips, and smiled.Harry blushed and felt he had to say something to her.

"I... I want to thank you for taking care of me all the time." He stumbled, "And... I got the Gryffindor sword... everything is going well..."

Liu Quan was a little puzzled, not understanding what he was doing when he brought up the sword of Gryffindor.However, in her vague memory of the original books and movies, it seems that it was indeed because of Snape's secret help and guidance that the adventurous trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione were able to obtain the Gryffindor sword and destroy the world. The Slytherin locket, one of the Horcruxes.And in the original book, it seems that Harry did see a memory about Snape secretly sending the sword in the pensieve.

Of course, Liu Quan didn't put this memory into the Pensieve - as a former professor of Muggle studies who was on the run, she shouldn't have known the truth about this memory; let alone before Harry mentioned it Well, she'd completely forgotten about this good thing Snape did - and even if Harry found out about it from other sources, he should be grateful to Snape; it's none of her business Woolen cloth?Why thank her?Did he think Snape would do good because she or Dumbledore taught and influenced well?

This bold and absurd deduction brought a genuine and warm smile to Liu Quan's face.The smile seemed so out of place, but it had an odd effect on Harry, and he smiled along with her.

"It's going to be all right, Harry," she whispered back to him.

Then, Liu Quan ended this short but warm smile, turned around again, and strode out of the principal's office without looking at the savior boy who was doomed to sacrifice his life voluntarily and survived in the end.

The author has something to say:

February 6:

I have completely forgotten that yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival...

As someone who has been in Toronto for [-] years, I can say without shame that I have always been a fan of every team in Toronto hhhhh

So the focus of my mind is on the NBA finals recently, everyone understands [.

Therefore, today I will write a fatter chapter for the Dragon Boat Festival.

There is a large section in the middle of this chapter that is what Harry saw in the Pensieve. You can go to the previous episode, in Chapter 788 (the first chapter number is 788, and the title is [Special Broadcast Edition HP Extra] II ).

Also, because Harry's perspective was switched for a long period in the middle, there is a very strange question that was not directly addressed.

That's—whose Patronus Harry saw belonged to hhhh

The patron saint that Harry sees here is actually a phoenix.

So after Harry confirmed that his mother's Patronus was a doe, he thought it was the girl who sent the Patronus to guide him to find the Gryffindor sword, so he thanked the girl here.

girl: ? ? ?

Well, do you see the problem here?