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Harry ran away in a hurry, afraid that he would not be able to help but make any strange moves if he continued to talk. He would never want Ron to leave the last impression that he would cry loudly in his arms, snot and tears.

"Professor," he said breathlessly, his heart pounding.

Felix nodded, but there was still no expression on his face. "It's better to wait for someone to expose you, don't want to attract attention."

Harry watched Ron leave with the crowd, and looked at them in confusion before leaving. Finally, the cheerful and lively atmosphere gradually disappeared, and Harry's mood inevitably became depressed with the empty space.

A few more minutes later, Felix took Harry away.

Harry followed behind in a daze. Those few minutes made him turn out the emotions he had been deliberately suppressing during the summer vacation, and it surged violently in his mind. He felt like a drowning person, losing hope of survival little by little. When they passed the dim hall and walked towards the spiral stairs, Harry was a little surprised. Shouldn't they go outside?

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze staring at him from behind. He turned around and saw a blurry huge black shadow. He stood at the dark underground stairs, confronting him motionlessly.

Harry tripped on the steps, and when he raised his head, the shadow had disappeared, and his hands and feet became cold.

Felix stopped and looked at the empty stairs, thinking.

"Severus..."

"Then, that's Snape?" Harry said in a daze.

"It's Professor Snape... Maybe it's because he's worried." Felix said uncertainly. They went up the stairs, and Harry seemed absent-minded, with complicated thoughts intertwined in his mind. There was something Harry didn't say, he had just thought of Ron's uncle Billyles.

Billyles died twenty-four hours after seeing an unknown one—it was a big black dog—.

But there were more than one sign of death. Harry thought in disappointment that thanks to Trelawney, he knew a lot of "unknown" signs in class. This happened in his third grade. Harry was once scared by Sirius' Animagus. There was the credit of the divination professor.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to take her class this year.

But then Harry felt depressed. Can he sit in the classroom safely to class tomorrow? Maybe this is just a luxury for him, unless he becomes a ghost like the crying Myrtle... I wonder if Dudley will see him then?

“Come on.”

Harry found himself slowing down half a floor of Professor Happ's stairs, and he speeded up.

"Where are we going, professor?" In order not to keep himself from thinking about it, Harry asked questions randomly.

“Classroom 7.”

“Classroom 7?”

"Or what place do you think you are going?" Felix answered casually.

"I thought... well, it would be some hidden cave, or a dungeon or something."

"Ah, you guessed it, didn't you?" Felix smiled, and they stopped at the door of Classroom 7. "Dumbledore should be inside." Harry was extremely surprised when he saw Professor Happ's fingertips condensed with dense magic patterns.

"The necessary measures," Felix's smile became more obvious. "In fact, you can also use the key to open the door, but I think this method is more convenient."

"Do students come in like this, too?" Harry asked, doubting that no one except Hermione could come in.

"Hey, did Dumbledore mention it at the dinner? Classroom 7 will not be open to the public this year, and some of the functions are placed next door... Let's go." The door opened, and Felix opened the door and let Harry go in first.

Harry walked silently.

"Voldemort is locked up here?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes, we're here."

Harry thought he would see a ring or a cage, and then Dumbledore and Professor Hepp, as the only two viewers, watched him fight Voldemort, but the facts were very different. Dumbledore stood steadily in front of a two-story building, put his hands on in front of his beard, and hummed a little song happily, as if he had not yet withdrawn from the joyful atmosphere of the dinner.

"Harry," Dumbledore said in a brisk tone: "I know you're full of doubts, but I hope you can stay calm and not scream."

After saying that, he moved out of the position.

Harry's eyes were wide open and screamed in his throat - he saw Voldemort, his limbs hanging weakly towards the ground, hanging in mid-air, swallowed into his stomach by a silver-transparent-mouthed-snake, which was larger than the basilisk, and slowly turned.

The room was flashing with colorful light spots, which dreamily blended into the body of the Ourobosnake.

"This is--"

"Voldemort's private prison. He was completely trapped, from magic to body, including consciousness." Felix said briefly, "feel it carefully."

Harry was a little confused, so he could only hold his wand tightly.

Felix and Dumbledore looked at each other. Dumbledore said softly: "No, Harry, you don't need a wand - feel it with your heart."

Harry's heart moved, and he noticed the abnormality. "I...uh," he looked at the two of them uncertainly, "I seem to be able to sense the snake..."

Felix smiled.

"Because you have your thoughts in it. This patron saint of the Ourobosnake - this name is still called for the time being - it is actually composed of multiple magics similar to the patron saint. You have read the information I gave you, so you should understand it, right?"

Harry thought about it seriously.

"The patron saint needs positive emotions, but professor you can replace them with other emotions, which have been demonstrated before at the club...but can they still get together?"

Harry imagined several scenes in his mind—even a dozen different-like patron saints joined together. For the first time, he felt that his brain was not enough. He didn't know if the patron saint book he wrote was out of date.

"It's hard," Felix sighed, "some things have little to do with magic, and no wonder those little guys are convinced by each other, and it's no wonder they are all products of strong emotions, and I have to find a common goal for them, a leader."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and he asked tentatively: "You mean...me?"

"It's your patron saint." Felix corrected: "How do you say it? Emotions don't lie, especially myself. Although I also hate Voldemort from the bottom of my heart, it is still difficult to burst out strong emotions when facing him..."

Harry fully understood.

“…so you collected my patron saint in the last part of the school year?”

"Yes, but it's already used up."

"It's all done?" Harry repeated hoarsely, not understanding why his voice suddenly began to tremble: "So you called me here because of this - to replenish emotional energy? Only I can do it, yes... Let me think about it, because he killed my parents and wanted to kill me, but unfortunately, a scar was left on my forehead. Oh, I almost forgot that scars are the most important... There is a small piece of Voldemort's soul hidden inside."

Felix looked surprised and couldn't help but exchange a look with Dumbledore. That means, did you tell Harry?

"Did Severus tell you?" Dumbledore asked, the pleasure on his face disappeared.

"I saw it myself, through his memory, yes, I know it all." Harry said gritting his teeth, his tone rising unconsciously, "On the day you caught Voldemort. It seems Snape didn't tell you, I guess he didn't know what to do with this situation, just like me..."

"Who else have you told this, Harry? It's very important." Dumbledore asked with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. I used the brain closure technique you gave me," Harry said excitedly, trembling all over, but it was definitely not because of fear. "I only have one question now, when will I die?"

"Harry—" Dumbledore spoke with difficulty.

"I understand, this is the whole meaning of my mission and living, right?" Harry shouted. The long-standing suppression finally found a breakthrough for him to vent his heart. "But before that, I think I can live for a while because... because of my patron saint."

"Hu God Guard!" He shouted and raised his wand. A majestic stag rushed out from the tip of the wand. It was like a real life, a real guardian, blocking in front of the master, and bright light burst out from its body, and the entire classroom of seven was shaken.

Harry calmed down. He waved his wand, and the silver stag kept jumping in the air. At this time, the weebosnake moved, spitting out its tail, and then, the huge snake's eyes drooped down and stared at the stag, which had something it longed for.

The silver patron saint rushed into the mouth of the Ourobosnake without hesitation and merged with it.

The Ouroboros suddenly raised their heads, as if they were roaring. Two lights shot out from their eyes, their bodies began to twist violently, and Voldemort on the tip of their tail began to tremble, but the next second, the Ouroboros swallowed Voldemort and his tail again.

Classroom 7 was quiet.

Harry spoke, his voice calm as if he was dead:

"I have been thinking about this question for a while. I keep calculating the dates in my mind, and I think about it when I celebrate my birthday. Maybe you will come to me on the first day of the summer vacation, but you didn't. Professor Heip found me later, but he was for Mr. Basharat. I think the bonfire party of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a good opportunity, but none of you show up... I thought to myself, yes, you may be very merciful and want me to celebrate my 16th birthday..."

"Have you ever had hope in my heart?"

"Maybe there, but it disappeared a little bit at the end. I was ready before coming. But it seems that the time is not yet right now. I just hope you make a decision soon, because... because I may suddenly change my mind one day and become unwilling to die. While I haven't changed my mind yet, I will give me an accurate date."
Chapter completed!