Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"I" Snape suddenly choked up and said in a low and decadent voice, "I thought...for so many years...I thought we were protecting him, for her, for Lily."

"We protect him because we must train him, train him, let him hone his abilities, let him grow, and let him be independent." Dumbledore said, leaning on the back of the seat and slowly closing his eyes. , as if he couldn't bear to look at Snape's face filled with pain, lividity and bitterness, "At the same time, as Harry gets older, and as the piece of Voldemort's soul stays in Harry's body longer, they The connection grows stronger and stronger, like a parasitic life. Sometimes I feel as if Harry himself is aware of it. If I were him, I mean, if I were Harry, I think I would Everything is arranged so that when I die, it will be the true end of Voldemort."

Dumbledore opened his eyes and saw Snape's horrified face.

"You let him live just so that he could die generously at the right time?" Snape asked.

"Oh... don't look so fussy, Severus, how many deaths of men and women have you and I witnessed?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "You softened your heart for Harry,"

"Lately, the only people I can't save are those I can't help," Snape said, and then he stood up angrily, "You took advantage of me."

His voice was high and undulating, like a volcano suddenly erupting, or a tsunami carrying thunder and rain.

"I worked as a spy for you, made up lies for you, and risked my life. All of this was to ensure the safety of Lily Potter's son. And now you tell me that he is going to die? What do you think? Holding him is like raising a pig to be slaughtered——"

"Oh, Merlin, how touching, Severus." Dumbledore interrupted seriously, "Did you really start to like that boy? Don't tell me that you started to really care about him?"

"Like him?" Snape almost shouted, raised his hand, made a perfect arc from above his head, and waved his wand, "Calling the Guardian!"

From the tip of his staff sprang a silver deer.

The silver deer landed on the floor, jumped to the other end of the office, circled around the office, and then flew out of the window.

Dumbledore stood up in shock, watching the deer go away, watching its silver light disappear, and then turned to look at Snape, whose eyes were filled with tears.

"It's been so long, is this still the case?" Dumbledore asked in surprise and joy.

"It's always been like this," said Snape. "It's always been like this."

"But I'm really sorry, Severus... In my original plan, Harry must die... Harry will definitely die." Dumbledore looked at Snape and said, "Only when Harry dies, Voldemort can After being truly exposed from the protection of the Horcrux, only when Harry dies... Voldemort will appear at his weakest moment... Only when Harry dies... can Voldemort be killed by us."

"But that's not necessarily the case in Tiera's plan," Dumbledore said.

"Harry may be injured, he may be desperate, he may be heartbroken in pain, he may spend the rest of his life in regret and pain like you and me... But, he can live." Dumbledore stared at Si Nap's eyes spoke in an almost decisive voice.

"Lily Potter's child may be alive," Dumbledore said.

The whole office fell into a long silence again.

Although Snape's face was still ashen, his inner conflict could be seen from his violently trembling lips.

"……good……"

Snape said in a hoarse voice, as if he had made a difficult decision, emphasizing the word with an almost gambler's mentality and tone.

This simple word seemed to drain away all his strength, hope and vitality, making Snape look depressed.

Then, Snape held on to his strength and looked back at Dumbledore.

That resolute and courageous gaze was like a sharp sword piercing Dumbledore.

"This is the last time I trust you." Snape said, with an inexplicable hoarseness in his voice.

"I will definitely live up to your trust." Dumbledore said calmly, without any scruples, and responded to Snape's gaze frankly.

"Hmph." Snape waved his sleeves, turned around and rushed out of the principal's office.

Then, in a state of despair... or in other words, with an aura that was filled with grief that could not be greater than the death of one's heart, he stepped onto the downward stairs.

Snape had never felt such powerlessness. This was the first time that he seemed to see something clearly, as if he was an addict in the torrent of fate.

His love and persistence for Lily seemed to have become an obsession almost like a desire to survive, supporting him to cling to the only life-saving straw.

Until Snape disappeared behind the spiral staircase that wound downwards and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The heavy iron door of the principal's office closed tightly with a "bang".

Snape walked away in such a hurry and in a helter-skelter manner that he even forgot the etiquette he had always maintained.

Dumbledore sat alone behind the large desk, watching Snape leave, watching him disappear into the darkness that lingered downwards, his eyes far-reaching and unpredictable... as if he was sitting on his own throne. Just the same, aloof and illusory.

"Oh...Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..."

Dumbledore suddenly laughed softly, laughing out loud, stretching out a smile as dim as dusk.

He slowly took off his half-moon-shaped glasses and wiped them gently.

But as Dumbledore wiped it again and again, the pair of glasses slowly disappeared in his hand.

Also disappearing was Dumbledore's image.

Like quicksand passing between the palms of hands, or mist dissipating in the early morning, the image of Dumbledore sitting behind the principal's desk disappeared little by little, disintegrated, and was replaced by the image of Dumbledore sitting in his original position. Tiera chuckled.

"Oh Harry, Harry, Harry..." Tiera said, as if talking to herself, "Grow up quickly, Harry, there is not much time left for you to grow up quietly... "

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm done." Tiera stood up slowly, stretched out her hand and gently pressed it on the crystal ball on the desk. After saying this, Tiera turned around slightly and walked out from behind the desk. , his figure gradually disappeared, as if blending into the light and shadow of the office.

"There isn't much time left for me..."

A heavy sigh lingered in the empty office again.