Professor McGonagall left the Headmaster's office with guilt and anxiety on her face.

But Liu Quan didn't leave with her immediately.

She needed a few minutes to calm her tumultuous thoughts in what was probably the quietest place in Hogwarts at the moment. Every move, every word, and every choice she makes may become an important factor in the outcome of her mission. She can't do even the tiniest thing wrong, and she can't miss even the tiniest detail. Until Voldemort is finally killed by Harry, she can't let up a single bit.

She stood silently in front of the desk in the headmaster's office, staring at the portrait of Dumbledore hanging on the wall behind it. She knew that Dumbledore's portrait was already conversationable to outsiders, and that Snape's timing and actions when he went to secretly deliver the Gryffindor Sword to Harry were the result of his discussions 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.

That's fine.

Maybe she couldn't talk to Dumbledore any more, or she couldn't guarantee that her composure wouldn't wear off, or that the climax of the plan she'd been thinking about for so many years wouldn't be flawed.

Perhaps the sight of Dumbledore's familiar and unfamiliar face, as trustable and trustworthy as a close elder, would make her lose the courage to abandon everything, to be reckless, to take all the gambles—to be sure that even the greatest, best, and most powerful white wizard in the world could not do, so why could she be sure that she could do it?

Think about it, at the very beginning of everything, she was just an ordinary ordinary girl, with no outstanding merits and incredible abilities, and she did not have the courage and self-confidence to turn the tide.

However, irretrievable fate threw her into various desperate situations again and again, and finally brought her to this point of no return. She could only suppress the instinctive fear, confusion, weakness, and urge to retreat from her heart, gritted her teeth and lowered her head towards the dark and unknowable front, and rushed towards it in one breath.

From this moment on, only you can trust, only you can rely on. You can't ask someone else to take over what you should be doing, you can't put your hopes in a slim victory and not work hard. If she had waited here, Voldemort would not have died automatically, the danger would not have been lifted, and her mission would not have been successfully completed.

Sometimes, there are some things that no one can help you, and only you can solve all these things by yourself. You don't have a chance to go back, and there's no room to back down.

A hazy and fragile glow of water floated in Liu Quan's eyes. She stretched out her wand toward the surface of the meditation basin and selectively retrieved several of the silver-white memory bundles and put them back into her mind.

Then she didn't look back, but turned her back to the door of the headmaster's room, and whispered, "Since you're here, come in, Harry." ”

Harry Potter, with his always unkempt black hair, carefully pushed open the door to the Headmaster's office and peeked in.

Liu Quan turned his back to him and stared at the meditation basin on the table for a moment, then raised his wand again, pressed it to his temple, and pulled out long silver-white memory beams from it, and threw them directly into the large stone basin with the Runiwen symbol engraved on the mouth of the basin.

Then, she took out another bottle from her pocket, and in the bottle was a small half bottle of silver-white memory beams, which rippled in the bottle like a thick and beautiful mist. She uncorked the bottle and poured all the memories into the meditation basin.

"Harry, come here. She said mildly, "I have something to show you." This was Professor Dumbledore's last assignment. ”

She mentioned Dumbledore, which made Harry seem to get excited for a moment. The boy ran to the table in three or two steps, and without thinking about it, he dipped his head into the meditation basin.

……

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

Harry slowly opened his eyes, shocked and stunned by what he had just seen in the meditation basin. He lay on the dirty carpet, and when his eyes were able to focus again, he saw Lily Evans, the former Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts, who had once thought he had been persecuted by the Death Eaters, crouching beside him, leaning over to look at him with concern on her face.

But she didn't ask any stupid questions like "Harry, are you alright?" This gave Harry a sense of comfort, but also a pang of sadness.

He slowly squirmed his lips and said word by word in a breathy voice, "I used to think I was learning the secret of victory here...... But I'm finally realizing now that I'm not going to survive......"

He saw a faint layer of understanding and sadness on Professor Evans's face, but he did not speak.

In fact, he didn't need her to say anything comforting at the moment. He continued to say to himself, "My task is to walk calmly into the open arms of death...... And on this path, it is necessary to cut off the last link between Voldemort and life...... That way, when I finally rush over to face Voldemort and don't use a wand to protect myself, the ending will be clean and complete, and the work that should have been done in Godric's Valley will really end: no one will survive, no one will survive......"

He saw Professor Evans nod slightly. But he didn't see a hint of sympathy or pity on her face. This made him feel a little better, and made him feel a little depressed inexplicably.

He felt his heart pounding violently in his chest. How strange it was that he had the fear of death, yet his heart was beating so hard that he was brave enough to keep him alive. But it had to stop, and it had to stop soon. It won't beat too much. When he stood up and walked through the castle for the last time, through the playground, into the Forbidden Forest, how many more times would his heart beat in the meantime?

"Dead ...... Does it hurt?" he asked, intermittently, as if he was out of breath.

He saw Professor Evans stunned slightly, as if this simple question had evoked some deep feelings in her. The green eyes, which were always like bright flames, dimmed slightly, but she pursed her lips and shook her head gently at him.

"I feel something that I have never noticed before, such as the world is big, I am small, and the air in the forest smells of trees and grass...... You will see the sky high and clear...... You will know that someone is saved because of your own actions...... will feel comforted. She finally replied to him.

"To the end...... It's all going to pass. Harry. ”

Harry didn't really expect a true and precise description from her, he was just eager to pour out his emotions to such a credible and reliable elder and professor, trying to find an outlet from it. However, I heard that Professor Evans actually made such a ...... The true and detailed answer made him feel lost and in a trance.

Has Professor Evans faced death before, and how did she deal with it? Must have been heroic...... So, can she die as calmly and calmly as she did at that time?

"How many times did I think I was dying, but then I got away with it...... But even so, I never really thought about death itself. My desire to live is always much stronger than my fear of death......" he murmured, and then, as if afraid of seeing Professor Evans' expression of disappointment in him, he hastenedly added, "I didn't think of running away, of being free from Voldemort's clutches......!

I don't know which of his muttered words touched Lily Evans's nerves, Harry saw her body shake slightly, and his face finally revealed a deep nostalgia for the past and sadness before the end, and said softly: "Everyone has their own destiny, their own responsibilities, and only they can accomplish things......"

Then she reached out to Harry, and like a kind elder and gentle mother, she gently stroked the messy short hair on Harry's forehead, slowly smoothing out the disobedient forehead and pulling it to the top of her head, revealing Harry's entire forehead and the lightning-shaped scar on it.

Harry held his breath and lay there quietly, waiting for her to complete the action. No one had ever caressed his forehead and hair so serenely and lovingly as his mother when he was nervous, restless, timid, and dazed, as if to tell him by action that everything would always be fine, though he knew in his heart that nothing would be better and that he was going to die.

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

Her fingertips brushed over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"All I can say is our own attitude towards the end. I can assure you that no matter what happens, I will give my life to complete my choice......" Her voice choked in mid-air, and she reached out to Harry, pulling him up from the carpet.

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

Harry felt a wave of mixed, impulsive emotions rush through his chest. He watched as she took out her wand, and collected the bunches of silver-white memories from the basin back into his brain, and the movements were so calm and calm, as if they were not facing a terrible battle, not life and death.

Then she turned around and smiled at him, as if many days had gone so many days when she had smiled at the students in her Muggle Studies class when she announced the end of class.

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

He felt his fingers tremble slightly, but he struggled to control it, his heart pounding violently against his ribs like a crazy bird.

Professor Evans then left him in the principal's office, as if to leave him alone and think through these things alone. Harry saw her slowly walk towards the door, opening the oak door, and 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 not gone. Harry found out that she really wasn't smiling because she was trying to comfort him, which made him feel a little better inexplicably.

"I ...... May I ask you a question?" he stammered, thinking that the question was very important, but not knowing if it was appropriate to ask it at such a moment.

The scene he had seen from Lily Evans' perspective at the Potter house in Godric's Valley popped into his mind. It haunted him like Dumbledore's taunt of Snape on the wilderness hillside in the dark night. He suddenly felt that the issue had become important, and he had to ...... The real answer to this question must be known.

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

"I want to know what my mother's Patronus is......" he asked aloud, though he was almost sure of the answer to the question - his father, James Potter, was a stag!

Harry saw a flash of surprise and gloom in Professor Evans' eyes. She seemed surprised that he had asked the question, but she was convinced of the answer—even if it came out of her mouth, it would hurt her all the more.

"It's a deer. She replied clearly.

Harry was relieved for some reason, but almost at the same time felt sorry for her. He saw Lily Evans look thoughtful as she finished the word, but she quickly regained her composure, looked at him and smiled at him with a slight curl of her lips. Harry's face flushed, and he felt he had to say something to her.

"I ...... I would like to thank you for your continued care. He stumbled and said, "And ...... I got the Gryffindor Sword...... Everything went reasonably well......"

Willow Springs, a little confused, didn't understand what he was doing when he brought up the Gryffindor Sword. However, in her vague memories of the original books and movies, it seems that it was indeed thanks to Snape's covert help and guidance that the adventurous trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione were able to obtain the Gryffindor Sword and destroy the Slytherin locket, one of the Horcruxes. And in the original book, it seems that Harry did see in the meditation basin a memory of Snape's secret sword.

Of course, Willow Springs' hadn't put this memory into the meditation basin - as a fugitive former Muggle Studies professor, she shouldn't have known the truth about this memory, not to mention that Harry had forgotten all about the good things Snape had done before Harry had brought it up - and even if Harry had learned about it from other sources, he should have thanked Snape; what was her business? Did he think that Snape would do good because she or Dumbledore had taught and influenced well?

This bold and absurd inference made a genuine, warm smile on Liu Quan's face. The smile seemed so out of place, but it was strangely infectious, and Harry laughed along with her.

"It's going to be going to be fine, Harry. She replied in a low voice.

Then, ending the brief but warm smile, Willow Quan turned back and strode out of the headmaster's office without looking at the savior boy who was destined to give his life voluntarily and survive in the end.

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June 8:

I've completely forgotten that yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival......

As someone who has been in Toronto for eight years, I can say without shame that I have always been a brain-dead fan of various teams in Toronto

So recently, the focus of the brain has been on the NBA Finals, you know.

Therefore, today I will write a chapter on the fat one as a Dragon Boat Festival exclusive w

There is a large section in the middle of this chapter that Harry saw in the meditation basin, you can go to the previous chapter, in chapter 788 (the first chapter number is 788, the title is [Special Broadcast Edition· HP Extra] · II）。

Also, because there was a long switch to Harry's perspective in the middle, there was a strange question that wasn't actually directly addressed.

It's - Harry's Patronus Spirit, whose hhhh is it?

The patronus that Harry sees here is actually a phoenix.

So after Harry confirmed that his mother's Patronus was the Deer, he thought that the sister had sent the Patronus to guide him to the Gryffindor Sword, so he thanked the sister here.

Sister:???

Well, do you see the problem with this?

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