[HP] End of Death

He had a dream.

In the dream, someone was holding him forward, his hand was very warm, but slightly chilled in the hazy and dry white mist.They moved forward in sea-like fog, across the swaying railway, and the lights flowed in the fog like translucent deep sea jellyfish.

He lowered his head, and the man was wearing expensive leather shoes, the uppers of which were worn and mottled due to the long journey. He raised his head again to see the man's face clearly, but he couldn't see clearly through a layer of fog.

They seemed to have walked a long way, until the rails disappeared, and the echoing sound of machinery was also dispersed. Only the cold mist wrapped them, and their breathing was painful.The man stopped, and he looked ahead for a long time, as if he was looking for the red train hidden in the whiteness, but he seemed to be just looking around.

"What are you looking at?" He couldn't help asking.

"If that car was reversed, if at that time... would everything be different?" His voice was a little hoarse, and a few words in the middle were blurred by the wind.He thought it sounded familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

The man seemed to turn his head back and rubbed his hair. Harry tried to lift his head up to see his face clearly, but only felt the golden light shining, like the sun hitting his cheek.

"If you were given another chance...if everything could be done again, would you still do it?"

He wanted to ask him what is another chance and what is a new start, but what he finally said was an inexplicable sentence: "Yes, no matter how many times it is the same."

Harry didn't know why he had to answer that way, but he knew very well that it was indeed what he said.

The clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and it was clear and bright.He finally saw the man's face clearly.

The author has something to say:

Let's start with the summer vacation

Part1: The Sham