HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Chapter 157 Surrender

At this moment, the ring suddenly became hot, and Segnace realized that someone was looking for her.

Sure enough, a light curtain popped up and Harry's face appeared in front of him.

"Can you come out for a moment? Right now."

Segnus didn't even bother to answer. He pinched the light curtain with his backhand and turned to walk towards the door of the lounge.

By the fireplace, Draco and Blaise were lazily leaning on the sofa, and the sound of their loud conversation suddenly stopped.

"elder sister!"

Catch a glimpse of the familiar figure from the corner of his eye, Draco stood up suddenly and reached out to grab her sleeve.

"Something happened."

She didn't even turn her head, avoiding his touch.

"boom!"

The cellar door slammed shut.

Draco's hands froze in mid-air.

The five slender fingers curled up slightly and finally fell slowly.

Blaise raised an eyebrow: "Did you get scorned again?"

This time Draco said nothing.

His gray-blue eyes darkened for a moment, and he stared at the closed door, the corners of his lips tightened into a straight line.

He was left behind again.

Outside the door, Harry was grinding the gaps between the floor tiles with the tip of his shoe.

Hearing the noise, he looked up suddenly. Under his messy black hair, his green eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been kissed by a Dementor for three days and three nights.

Seeing that it was Cygnus, his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"Thank you for coming." He said in a muffled voice.

Cygnus raised an eyebrow, "You look like you were stepped on by a troll."

Harry tried to pull up the corners of his mouth, but couldn't even muster a decent smile.

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the Black Lake.

The night wind swept across the lake, creating ripples and ruffling Segnus's long hair.

She casually tucked her hair behind her ear, and the moonlight flowed on the silver ring.

"Everyone thinks I put my name in the Goblet of Fire," Harry suddenly said, "even Ron thinks so."

"I know it's not you."

Harry froze.

The girl's voice was as calm as the surface of the lake at that moment, but it made his nose suddenly sore.

"Why...are you so sure?"

Cygnus turned around, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

She looked Harry straight in the eye and spoke slowly and clearly:

"Because I believe in you, without reservation."

Perhaps because they were too close, Harry's heart was beating violently at this moment.

Cygnus patted Harry's shoulder gently.

"You don't need to prove anything to anyone," she said softly. "Those who doubt you are just because they themselves can't be as brave as you."

Harry took a deep breath, and the cold wind from the Black Lake filled his lungs, but inexplicably made him feel a little more sober.

He looked down at the moonlight reflected on the lake, broken and shaking, just like his mood today.

"But," his voice was a little hoarse, "sometimes even I wonder, why is it always me? Why do these things always happen to me?"

Segnus was silent for a while, then suddenly reached out and gently touched the lightning scar on his forehead with her fingertips.

"Perhaps," she smiled, "fate thinks you can bear it."

Harry was stunned.

He wanted to say that he didn't care about the title of savior at all.

What he wanted was always simple.

An ordinary home.

Steaming fried eggs on the table in the morning.

The rustling sound of my father flipping through the pages of a newspaper as he reads on the sofa.

My mother, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Wash your hands and eat."

The crackling fire in the fireplace reflected the smiling faces of the family of three.

Instead of being pushed to the altar and then thrown down like it is now.

He was being watched by countless eyes, waiting to see when he would show his true colors.

Cygnus did not look at him.

But suddenly he chuckled.

The moonlight outlined the contours of her profile, and the curve at the corners of her lips was so faint that it was almost invisible.

"Don't worry, Harry."

Her voice was soft, but it hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

"You are never alone."

Ripples appeared on the lake, reflecting the overlapping figures of the two people.

"You have your godfather."

"Your friend."

She finally turned her head and looked straight into his eyes with her grey eyes.

"the most important is--"

The night wind picked up her last syllables and gently lingered around Harry's ears.

"You still have me."

Harry's breathing hitched for a moment.

It was like someone shot him in the softest part of his heart.

He suddenly became extremely certain, even a hundred years later.

Even when the memory begins to fade, he will remember this night.

Remember the silver ripples on the black lake.

I remember the profile of Segnus, silvered by the moonlight.

Remember every word she said.

The admiration I once had grew wildly at this moment.

Like a vine entwining the heart, like poison seeping into the blood.

He suddenly realized that he had already surrendered hopelessly.

It’s not the halo of a savior, nor is it the so-called destiny.

Just to her, to the person in front of him who reached out to him in the darkness.

One hundred percent, willingly.

Surrender.

Not far away, Ron was hiding in the bushes and watching all this.

He had already followed out.

From the moment Harry left Gryffindor Tower, he followed him as if possessed.

He wanted to call out to him, to say "I'm sorry", to explain that those damn stupid words were not what he meant at all.

And now, he could only watch Harry and Cygnus standing by the Black Lake, but he dared not say anything.

"Why don't you just say it straight out?"

Hermione's voice suddenly came from behind, giving Ron a fright.

He turned back sharply and met her slightly sarcastic gaze.

"Merlin's beard! When did you--"

"I've always been here." Hermione crossed her arms and said calmly, "But you, you're obviously worried about Harry, but you have to put on a jealous face."

Ron's face flushed instantly: "Who is jealous?! I just..."

"Just what?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You just don't dare to admit that you are wrong? Or do you dare not admit" she paused meaningfully, "You actually care?"

Ron's breath hitched.

What does he care about?

Care about Harry?

Still care...

The thought struck my mind like lightning.

His eyes fell unconsciously to Hermione's lips.

He turned his face away suddenly as if he was scalded.

"You do not understand."

"Is it that I don't understand, or that you don't dare?" Hermione said bluntly.

Ron looked up suddenly, a trace of annoyance flashing in his blue eyes: "Who dares not? Don't think you know me very well!"

Hermione sneered, not bothering to argue with him.

She had long seen through Ron: impulsive, stubborn, yet very fragile.

She once had expectations of him, but now there is only disappointment.

If it weren't for the possibility of working together in the future, she wouldn't even bother to say this.

"Whatever you think." She turned and left, her back neat and tidy, "But don't wait until you lose a friend before you regret it."

Ron froze in place, watching her walk away, then looked back toward the Black Lake.

Should he go up and explain? Or should he just watch them leave?