HP wanders to the end

"Why..." Harry didn't know what to ask Dumbledore in front of him.

Dumbledore reassured him and said, "Harry, I understand what you mean, you mean that all this is just a dream world constructed by your subconscious mind.

"And those of us are created by your memory together with your consciousness to deceive you to stay in this world."

"Professor Dumbledore—!" Harry held the cup tighter and tighter. These are all his inferences, which are the truth he believes.But when Dumbledore said such words, Harry somehow felt that he seemed cruel.

What kind of cruelty it was, he couldn't tell.But it's like, like his doubts are robbing them of meaning.

"Harry, didn't you come here hoping to get some way from me, so that you can get out of this dream that you can't wake up from?" Dumbledore put his hands on the table, stacked into a tower shape.

Harry was said to be the fundamental purpose of this trip, and he didn't know how to face Dumbledore, just looking at the water in his hand.

"Harry, the fact that you came to ask for my help shows that you really trust me. I'm very happy. Outside, did I help you?" Dumbledore asked him.

Harry thought of Dumbledore's care for him, the education he gave him along the way, and finally he fell from the window, and a generation of great men fell, and his eyes were moist.

"You helped me a lot."

"That's good," Dumbledore said with a pleased expression, "Now let's try and see how we can break this situation."

Harry heard Dumbledore's determination and regrouped himself.He really wanted to wake up, no matter how beautiful the dream was, it was not real.Indulging in such falsehood is the greatest insult to these good teachers and friends who have passed away.

"Harry, this is just a dream to you. But all this is your memory. Have you ever wondered for a moment that what you call reality is a dream, and this is the real world?"

"No." Harry had always known it was a dream.He firmly believed in this judgment.

Dumbledore nodded, seemingly satisfied with Harry's answer.

Harry was a little confused.

Dumbledore's second question came again: "Then how do you decide that this is a dream and not real? You always have evidence to prove your point of view."

"I was just dreaming, and then I arrived at Hogwarts all at once. I'm already in my 20s, and here I am, a kid of eleven or twelve. My knowledge, my skills... are all in vain. Maybe something a 12-year-old can have." Harry talked a little bit about the differences between this world and his real world.

Dumbledore listened patiently, but he still missed the point: "Just because of these?"

"And—and—" Harry thought hard, "and, Professor Snape—!"

"Professor Snape?" Dumbledore repeated. "You mean the little fellow, Severus Snape?"

"Yes!" Harry stood up, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it should be so, "Professor Snape has passed away, he was obviously born in 1960, when I went to school, he should be in his 30s. He is My professor, he's a Potions Master, he taught me Potions, he's also the Head of Slytherin..."

Harry talked about Severus, word for word, in great detail.

"He's still my mom's best friend, but they broke up in fifth grade, and then they went on different paths..."

The more Harry talked, the more confused he became.

Dumbledore just listened without interjecting.He could hear Snape's life from Harry's narration, if he didn't really know, how could he tell?

Harry didn't stop until smoke was coming from Harry's throat.

"Drink some water when you're tired." Dumbledore refilled Harry's glass of honey water.

Harry gurgled down a glass of water and looked at Dumbledore eagerly: "Professor, what do you think?"

"Severus Snape is the most incongruous existence in the whole world, you have made it very clear," said Dumbledore.

Harry frowned: "But... even if that's the case, the issue we're discussing shouldn't be..."

"Harry, the key is Severus." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "You should go to him. No matter how much, I can't help you."

Harry opened his mouth, unable to believe that Dumbledore would say to him like this: "You are the..." The wisest one!

But Dumbledore looked at him very seriously, that was not a lie, he wanted him to find Severus Snape, and Severus Snape was the one who could get him from this The key to waking up from a dream.

Harry stood up and put the cup on Dumbledore's table: "Professor Dumbledore, thank you for your guidance."

Harry hurried out of the headmaster's office.

But when he got out, he lost his way again, because it was late at night, and Snape was now in the Slytherin dungeon.

Harry ignored the so-called curfew, put on the Invisibility Cloak and went to the cellar.But when he rashly ran into the Slytherin dormitory and found the room that belonged to Severus, he couldn't find Severus either.

But this night, he had to find Severus.Harry found the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest from the cellar, and then returned to Hogwarts from the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. He found many places where Severus might go, even the Ravenclaw lounge.

But still nothing.

Harry climbed deflatedly to the last place, the top of the tower.

There is a starlight above the head, and the vast universe stretches its embrace in the night, so vast, mysterious and gentle.

The wind in the winter night was very cold, and the stars were all covered with frost.

They are reserved, beautiful, hanging on the horizon.Even the cold wind can't take away their beauty.

But none of this compares to the man standing in front of the window.

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