People always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but they suffer from gains and losses when happiness is in progress.

"Aga, do you know that he doesn't just want to protect Harry" Professor Dumbledore choked his voice, put down the hand covering his eyes, and turned to Liu Fanxu with a tear-stained old face, his gaze was frank and sincere, but what he said made her fall into the abyss, "He is also protecting you, Aga, you are like his child, he is devoted to you." I still remember how glad I was when he told me that he was going to take you as an apprentice, and that was the first time that Seaver's heart had waved since Lily's death. He's guarding you carefully, you know? After he knew that I had invited you to the office to chat, he broke into my office in a rage, and he told me: you can use me, whatever you want, I can do anything for you, but don't touch her, she is not your pawn, give her freedom, Albus, please, she is like my child. ”

Liu Fanxu stared at his tearful eyes and coldly interrupted Professor Dumbledore's words, "So, you are suing me that you have deceived him again, right?" You didn't give up my pawn, you still took advantage of me! Professor Dumbledore opened his mouth, his blue eyes filled with grief, "Aga, maybe you won't believe it, I did have other plans for you at first, but I gave up because of Seaver. The first time he begged me, I trampled him under my feet like an enemy, and the second time he begged me, I told myself that I must not lose my word again, and that I would protect you as he wished. ”

She clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms. She pursed her lips with a cold expression, but in her heart, she knew that he was right. Her entry into the war was above board, she didn't carry the slightest filth, and even though she was a Slytherin that everyone hated, she was respected by all wizards. However, it was precisely because of this that she could not forgive herself, and before that, she could still sue herself that the departure of the mentor was all the fault of Harry Potter, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and all the people who hurt him, but now, how could she face it, even she herself was the cause of hastening him to death? She thought she could stand on the abyss and mourn the souls of the dead under the abyss, but it turned out that she was already a member of the abyss.

"I killed him, didn't I?" Liu Fanxu tore away the pretense of indifference, and she almost broke down and cried, "It's me, right?" If he begged you, then he must have used another method to make Voldemort no longer interested in me. He protected me, but I couldn't protect him, and I watched his blood flow out of my body. She looked at her trembling hands through the hazy mist, "If it were him, he would definitely be able to do it, not like me, who could only let him live like a waste." ”

"You saved his life, you still have a lot of time to save his soul, I'm glad he met you, you're a good boy." Professor Dumbledore stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Liu Fanxu's shoulder, his voice was still choked, but he gradually regained his cheerfulness, "Now, tell me about the person who changed you, oh Aga, don't deny it, in the past, you refused to even say these words to me." Anyway, after so many years, watching you grow up little by little, watching you grow up a little bit, I have already regarded you as my child, please fulfill the last wish of me, an old man who has died, okay? ”

Liu Fanxu raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, frowned, and turned his head to look at Professor Dumbledore, "So, you are the dead Professor Dumbledore, why are you here, or am I already dead?" Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes crossed with grief, "Yes, I'm dead, so I don't have a chance to save my mentor's soul, he will stay in that secret room until his magic runs out, and then he turns to bones, and I never see Spencer again." Professor Dumbledore smiled mysteriously, he blinked, and said playfully, "Oh, his name was Spencer, well, I don't remember that name among the students I taught, is he a foreigner?" Or, is he a Muggle? Oh, Seaver would have blown up if he knew. ”

She chuckled, glanced at Professor Dumbledore, who was deliberately amusing her, and retorted disapprovingly, "yes, it's a Muggle." However, the mentor will not blow himself up, he will kill my Spencer first. Oh, that's awful. Professor Dumbledore blinked, smiled and nodded, "He's just that's so grumpy, especially when it comes to your questions. However, I think it's a common problem with fathers-in-law, and they both want to kill the bad boy who snatched their precious daughter. ”

"But Spencer won't sit still, he's an FBI, similar to Oro's law enforcement officer, he's very smart, he's only 22 years old and he has already got three doctorates and three master's degrees from Caltech, well, it's better than N.E.W.T, he's a genius" Liu Fanxu didn't know, she was talking about Red, her face was filled with happiness, Professor Dumbledore looked at her smile, his face was moved, he listened carefully to her telling the boy's story, "Although he can be clumsy and naïve like a child sometimes, his happiness is my happiness, I think I love him, I don't want to leave him." She couldn't help but confide all her thoughts to the old man beside her, she raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, "But, I have lost him." If I wasn't that stupid—"

"Aga, it's not too late, you're not dead yet." Professor Dumbledore interrupted her, and he sighed, "I've been waiting here to see you after meeting Harry." You're young, Aga, this isn't the place for you to be, and I'd love to hear more about that cute boy, but it's time for you to go back. He stood up, took her hand, pulled her up, and led her to the green sea of life in the distance, Professor Dumbledore held her hand, and as he gave his final advice, he led her to the edge of the platform facing the oasis, "Sometimes, don't be too pessimistic, Agha, hope is everywhere. What you expect is not necessarily very far away from you, maybe just one step forward will be favored by fate. This is the last time, listen to me, an old man, Aga, I wish you happiness! Also, if Seaver wakes up, please tell him, I love him so much, and I am sorry that he has carried so much sorrow. ”

As soon as Professor Dumbledore's words fell, she felt a strong push from behind, and her feet stepped into the air, and she couldn't touch the ground for a long time, as if she was in free fall in the air. She spread her body, the noisy wind in her ears, her hair fluttered in front of her eyes, the hem of her skirt also slid out of rapid waves, the light in front of her eyes gradually disappeared and finally returned to darkness, the sharp pain in her body seemed to begin to tear her nerves again, she frowned in pain, her fingertips trembled, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared in an instant, the touch of her body told her that she was lying on a soft bed.

She frowned, slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the dim ceiling, the smell of disinfectant lingering on the tip of her nose. She missed her head slightly, and saw that there were many instruments stacked around her, and all kinds of numbers were displayed on the instruments. Her brow furrowed even tighter, her lips moved, and her voice was hoarse and unable to make a sound. She twisted her head to the other side to see a fluffy head lying next to her bed. She was sure that she was now lying in a hospital room, which was not large, only the bed she was lying in, and the light was dim, and only the instrument showed a few jù fluorescences. Even so, she recognized which genius this head lying next to her bed belonged to, she hooked the corners of her lips with difficulty, and before the arc could be drawn, it was stopped by the breathing apparatus covering her lips and the bridge of her nose, she endured the sharp pain in her abdomen, slowly exhaled, moved her fingertips, carefully raised her left hand that was infusion, and stroked his hair. Almost, almost, she might never see him again.

Liu Fanxu's fingers combed his unkempt hair, and after a while, she felt her fingertips touch the scalp shaking, she wanted to grin, but she couldn't make this high-level expression for the time being, so she had to move her lips in retreat. Red lay on the bed for a few seconds, as if to determine if he was dreaming, and then he slowly lifted his head along her fingertips. Even in the dimly lit room, she could clearly see his heavy dark circles under his eyes, how many days had he not slept? She rubbed the bags under his eyes with his fingertips in distress, he pursed his lips, his eyes were red, he raised his hands to hold her left hand, carefully pressed his cheek to her palm, his expression was facing outward, she couldn't see it, but the wet and hot touch on his fingers told her that he cried.

"Spencer," her voice was hoarse, like the air grinding of a popped balloon, "come up and lie down with me for a while?" Just froze me to death. She still remembers the chill before falling into a coma, as if the blood in her body was covered with ice and snow, and now that she thinks about it, she can't help but shiver, this is probably the temperature of death. Red's body paused, slowly raised his head, his eyes looked at her without blinking, and then he carefully lifted the quilt on her body, avoided the infusion tube in her hand, and lay down next to her pillow and snuggled up to her. The tip of his nose rubbed against her cheek, and his rapid breathing choked echoed in her ears.