CHAPTER 58
"Professor,
Do you still remember what happened after I died? "
The sky was already bright, and the entire defensive fortress of the Ming Dynasty army was clearly visible on the ground.
It was a strange building that the warriors had repaired by relying on the ruins of an ancient castle on the hillside. They were plundering the land that was covered in black ash.
He moved all the materials that could be dragged over and crafted it into a doomsday-like appearance.
Steel and wooden planks crisscrossed the fortress.
Harry also saw the bunker they had built with rocks and TV casings.
Harry and Snape were ascending the miraculous wooden staircase, and at this height,
They could see that every soldier of the Ming Dynasty was in their battle positions. Other than the soldiers they saw last night, there were also those who were urgently summoned by John.
They were either crouching behind the bunker or lying in ambush in the fortress. Some of them were lurking in the rear to protect the elderly and children who were hiding in the barricade. Everyone was focused and silent. They had their own weapons in their hands, but very few of them had guns.
Hardedef had once led his men to excavate an arsenal, but the ammunition had long been used up in the confrontation. Most of them were using cold weapons.
Harry breathed in the cold air before the end of the world and recalled the footsteps he heard last night.
Neat, heavy, but clear and steady.
In the night, they were like a procession of statues.
He couldn't help but get up and take a look. He only saw thick lines swaying in the darkness and flashing metallic light — the light of a blade. Then, he remembered that he had seen a similar fluorescent net a long time ago.
The entire fortress assumed a waiting posture. The silence itself was like darkness, pressing down on the dawn.
Harry couldn't help but turn to look at the professor. "Do you still remember what happened after I died?"
Snape slightly frowned and tried to recall. Then, he frowned even harder. "I'm sorry. At that time, I should have unfortunately been killed by the snake's bite, lying in the cold and damp wooden shed, waiting for death."
Harry turned and leaned on the steel railing. He smiled. "At that time, no one knew about the soul vessel. Narcissa Malfoy hid the fact that I was alive. The Death Eaters smashed my 'corpse'. Everyone thought I was dead … Harry Potter died. This was not a strange thing. Before that, we had lost too many family members and friends."
Harry took a deep breath, as if he was recalling the feeling of being hit by Awada. Snape reached out and grabbed the front of Harry's shirt to prevent him from falling off the wooden frame in his wobbly state.
"Haig carried me back to the Hogwarts — of course, surrounded by the Death Eaters. Voldemort told everyone that Harry Potter was dead. He announced that he had won the battle and that we had lost half of our warriors. He claimed that he would kill everyone who continued to resist, but those who knelt before him would be forgiven …"
Then, Harry, who had his eyes closed, heard Professor Mcgonagall's scream. He quietly opened his eyes and saw that the castle gate was covered with survivors of the battle. Good, now everyone saw that Harry Potter was dead. He heard Ron and Ginny crying. (No Hermione? Why not Hermione?)
After that, Voldemort asked Haig to place Harry Potter's body on the grass for everyone to admire, while he strode back and forth nearby to announce his victory. He told everyone that Harry Potter was dead. The boy who relied on the sacrifice of others to protect himself was dead.
"He said that everyone was fooled by me, and that Harry Potter was just a liar who relied on the sacrifice of others to protect himself …" Harry was almost standing with the strength of Snape's grab. He looked up at the Potions Professor. "Professor, guess who stood out?"
At that time, Harry was lying on the ground and only felt light, moaning, and chaos. When he secretly opened his eyes, he only saw that person lying on the ground with his weapon disarmed. Voldemort threw away the challenger's wand and asked for his name in a cold, feminine voice that belonged to a snake.
"Professor, I remember that you mocked Neville's cowardice and uselessness once every two days." Harry's face was full of smiles. "At that moment, when we were sure to lose, when we had accumulated too much death and fear, it was Neville who stood out and challenged Voldemort …"
("I will never join you," Neville said. "Dumbledore's Army!" He shouted, and there was a response from the crowd. Even Voldemort's Voice Suppression Spell couldn't completely control it.)
"… He even pulled out Gryffindor's sword and avenged you."
Then the situation was reversed. The defenders of the Hogwarts regained their passion for battle from the anger of losing their loved ones and the conviction to protect them. Gryffindor led the giants across the border, the centaurs returned to the battlefield with bows and arrows, Thestrus Nigra and the winged hippogriffs were the best air force, and there were also the shopkeepers and residents of Hogwarts, led by Klitscher and the house elves!
For many years after that, Harry felt that that was the moment when the war was truly won.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at the bottom of the fortress. He looked at the silent, determined, and ragged warriors. He could feel the solemn atmosphere gathered here. It was his instinct, just like smelling the scent in the wind. If he wanted, he could also feel the sadness caused by the pain and hunger, as well as the confusion and fear caused by the coming massacre.
Yes, massacre. Let Harry work harder. In the confrontation with Nihon, the power of the Babel Library was weakened too much. But if he worked harder, he could tell that most of these soldiers were not up to the standard of the battlefield. Among them, 16 were already old, and 23 were under 16 years old. They wouldn't be able to withstand the attack of the mecha warriors from Reach.
The mobilization of troops last night had alarmed the beetles. They were gathering their troops and preparing to slaughter the humans again. And this time, they were not forbidden by the Lord in the sky.
Let Harry work harder. He could feel the hot wind sweeping through the weak bunker. Hot blood rushed into the lungs of the soldiers, covered their eyes, and then seeped into the soil …
Snape noticed that when Harry was absent-minded, his green eyes seemed to be mixed with fine golden light spots. He frowned and pulled Harry closer to him. The two of them continued to walk up. On the observation deck, they met John and Orlando.
The red-haired wild child didn't hide in the bunker. He stayed behind and followed John. He watched John arrange the troops and boost the morale of the soldiers.
Seeing Harry coming up, Orlando excitedly jumped over to Harry and told him, "John taught me how to use a bayonet!" He was holding a bayonet that was made by the soldiers. "Can I follow you today? John? "
He was already a soldier. Harry thought silently. Twenty-four.
John shook his head. "You go to Peter. He will arrange a place for you. And, child, this is for you! " He took out a dagger from his waist and threw it to Orlando. "Don't lose it. This is one of my favorite weapons."
Orlando caught the dagger and let out a small cry of surprise. Seeing that Harry and the other two obviously had something important to discuss, he wiped the floor with the soles of his shoes and looked at Harry shyly. "Then can I follow behind you?"
Harry laughed. "I'm not playing today."
Orlando was surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions. He only showed a regretful expression. Then, at John's signal, he left the observation deck and went down to find Peter as nimbly as a cat.
Harry looked at his back and saw a small figure lying in a pool of blood.
Snape looked at John. "Is everything arranged?"
John looked at Harry and nodded.
Harry walked to the edge of the observation deck and looked into the distance, using his librarian's instincts to look into the distance. Beyond his field of vision, a storm was gathering, waiting to wreak havoc on the world.
"About an hour."
John nodded. "I'll go and tell them something." Then he took a step back and bowed slightly to Harry. "I'll leave the rest to you."
Harry didn't move, from his eyelids to his fingertips. And after the leader handed over all his trust, he left the two of them and went to find his comrades.
Snape walked to Harry's side and found that looking at the wilderness from this height, it wasn't as terrible as he had imagined. The black snow fell on the ground and didn't paint the whole world black. After all, it only covered a layer and could still be cleaned up.
There was still an hour.
In the terrible silence, the string quietly tightened.
Snape broke the silence. "What's the next step of your plan?"
Harry looked up, rather surprised. "The next step? Professor, I don't have a next step. If this step can be taken … "
Under Snape's eyes, which were more terrifying than a storm, Harry smiled. "… We should end this."
"Potter, I'm not here to see you die …"
Harry took a step forward, still with a hateful smile on his face. "Professor, you look like you're going to kick me down right now." Arriving at their destination, Harry leaned his forehead against Snape's chest and chuckled. "Seriously, shouldn't we end this ambiguous relationship? So that Hermione and the others don't laugh at us every day … "
Snape wasn't a person with vivid expressions, so before the threat on his face faded, he had to force himself to be stunned, causing the corners of his eyes to start twitching. And Harry was still muttering things like "innocence," "responsibility," and "sharing a bed."
"You should know that I'm not a minor, so there's no trouble like starting in three years, right?" Harry hugged Snape, looked up and asked seriously.
Snape took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and pulled him away. "It exists, it definitely exists." Potter himself was a huge problem, and being in an ambiguous relationship with Potter was definitely more terrible than a life sentence.
Harry scratched his claws and pounced back on Snape. He began to make a scene. "I don't care! Professor, although this sentence sounds like a flag, but if — if we can safely return to Hogwarts … "Harry took a deep breath and whispered," Can I move to the cellar? " He couldn't pretend to be calm, so this sentence twisted a few times in the air before it reached Snape's ears.
That ear began to burn.
"Hogwarts has enough student dormitories." The Potions Professor said earnestly.
"But I was still sent to live in the Union Building!" Harry always felt that this was Dumbledore's trick.
"The faculty dormitory is more expensive than the student dormitory."
"It's even cheaper if we share a room."
"… I like to kill people in my dreams."
"…" Harry scratched his chin. "Professor, are you implying that we will sleep in the same bed?"
"…"
"Professor? Professor? So you agreed? You agreed, agreed, agreed, right? "
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