Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

It was a snowy day long ago, and the old man stood in front of her with a smile and told her "you will be happy".That was something she thought she would not be able to reach for a lifetime.

But now that even the starry sky is close at hand, am I finally qualified to catch it?

"Good." She said with a smile.

Chapter 68: The Far and the Left (Part 1)

Zoe knocked on the door of the principal's room, and then gently pushed it open. She didn't deliberately let go of her footsteps, but the calm old man with closed eyes never opened his eyes, even if she was already standing in front of him.The shadow obscured the sky light cast on Dumbledore from outside. He was so skinny as if only his bones were covered with skin, and his squatted back made him look smaller.His desk became clean, no official documents, no work, only a few faded old letterheads, and the writing on the envelope was covered by books.

Suddenly, memories surged uncontrollably.It was the same when Orlando died...quietly, he was lying on the bed with his knuckles crossed on his chest, as if praying into the distance.Orlando closed his eyes, breathless, as if an invisible will was letting him get out of this remnant body, pulling his soul in an increasingly weak breath.

At that time she was standing by the door, but she did not dare to pass. She was afraid of some unknown change that was happening to the old man, and a voice in her heart told her that this was an unchangeable future.

"You came."

Dumbledore's voice brought her back to her senses, and Zoe nodded.Unlike memories, she was in a calm mood this time.

"Did Severus bring you here?"

"He asked me to come with you..." The words choked in his throat, and Zoe was silent for a long time before continuing, "Farewell."

"Do me a favor first, I want to get some breath."

She pushed Dumbledore to the window.It looks so quiet in the afternoon, the broad lawn can't see the end, and when the leaves sway with the wind, waves like waves will appear.The water surface of the crossing lake is shimmering, and trees with sturdy branches are planted around, and the canopy is lush and dense.Whenever the sun becomes shining, many students will gather under the trees to escape the heat, or friends will sit around and laugh, or sleep alone.

"You don't even get bored, these scenery?" Not knowing what to say, Zoe asked a question casually, "It's been decades."

"Every year there are new students entering Hogwarts, how can I feel bored, year after year, batch after batch, teaching them to grow, learn knowledge, courage and love, this is the privilege of teachers. "The corner of Dumbledore's mouth curled slightly. "I heard Minerva say something about what you want to do in school."

"Yeah." Zoe said, "I think this is what I want to do."

"You will be a good teacher."

"I haven't received a formal invitation yet."

"My instincts have always been accurate." Dumbledore winked at her.

For a long time, none of them spoke, but quietly watched the birds in the sky cross the blue sky.

"I want to adopt that child." After she told the news, she found her body suddenly lightened.Maybe she always wanted to find a chance to speak out, especially to Dumbledore.

"Based on sympathy? Or guilt?"

"I can't say it, but it's definitely not a regret... She has the right to be happy, and the child can't freely choose her birth. Max once told me that, but I can."

"See your own shadow in that child?"

"Who knows, it should be." Zoe played with his cuff casually. "I confirmed that the ceremony did not succeed. Voldemort's soul state was very unstable at the time. Perhaps because of this, it did not meet the requirements of the ceremony. His soul is already broken and too fragile."

"Have you discussed with Miss Granger?"

"Of course, she agreed. We agreed to go and persuade her parents together." In the room with only two people, Zoe confided to himself, "Things are going smoothly, but I don't know. What should I do, no experience, how can I play this role well? Will I be worse than Max—"

"In any case, it can't be worse than me, can it?" Dumbledore waved to her, motioning for her to come closer, as if to say something to her.Zoe bent over, and Dumbledore slowly raised his hand, but placed it on top of Zoe's head.The girl was stunned. She felt the unignorable weight and movement on the top of her head, as well as the rush of heat from her heart, if she could never stop.

"You can do it." Dumbledore said, the condensed part of his eyes was dissipating a little bit, every syllable from his throat was exhausted, and finally there was a grunting sound. "Become a force to support others."

He coughed violently, and Zoe hurriedly helped him get along. The body under his palm was shaking slightly, but she couldn't tell who was shaking.

"I...back..." Dumbledore muttered weakly.His eyelids slowly closed, as if a thin plume of smoke rising after the fire was extinguished, drifting to a distance that could no longer be caught.Zoe held his hand that fell uncontrollably, and she knew that the flame would never ignite again.

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In the Godric Valley of the morning dawn, when the sun has not yet risen, the blades of grass can no longer bear the weight of the dew condensed by the morning mist, allowing it to bend its soft body and melt into the mud.Zoe carefully placed the stack of old letters in the coffin, exactly where the two people's hands overlapped.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two teenagers who had fallen in love at first sight in Godric Valley, and the two who would never have seen each other in their lifetime, are lying in the same coffin at this moment.Looking at the peacefully passing faces of the two next to each other, as the last person to touch Dumbledore's relics and letters, Zoe waved his wand until the coffin lid slid to isolate life from death.

Dumbledore's tombstone was next to his mother and sister. It was submerged in the pile of tombstones and was not conspicuous at all.The name and date of birth and death are engraved on the tablet, and there is an inscription.

Even if death stops the heartbeat, love never stops.

There were few condolences, but they were all close to Dumbledore during his lifetime, which made the funeral more private and private.Kingsley walked over and placed the bouquet in front of the tomb. He gave up the road, but did not back away. Instead, he watched Zoe carefully, obviously he had something to say to her.

"Is it really good to do this? Until now, I am not sure about this." He folded his hands in front of him. "Once the burial of him and Grindelwald is exposed, it will not only hurt Deng Bu Lido's reputation alone."

"Lying down here are just two people with regrets, just two dead people. Even if the Austrian Ministry of Magic holds Grindelwald's body, it is useless, let alone they are afraid of him." Zoe said. I will make sure that no one can destroy their graves and follow the agreement to conceal his presence. Then there will be no problems."

"To me, he is more like a character in the story. But Aberforth doesn't look very happy."

More than unhappy, Aberforth's eyebrows were crowded, and he strode to Dumbledore's grave, clutching the bouquet in his hand, but lingering, his nose gasped with anger. Buzzing, his gaze crossed the tombstone, piercing deeply into the soil of the cemetery like a sharp arrow.

When he left, his hands were empty and the roots of the bouquet became crumpled.He didn't even say hello to Zoe, just a very popular apparition.

"I don't expect him to accept it. After all, Grindelwald directly caused all that... But Dumbledore has made atonement for this all his life. He keeps the past letters with Grindelwald, but never takes them out, except when I see When he was last seen. They had no new correspondence either. Both of them. Grindelwald was locked up in a prison he made himself. Even if they took his wand away, do you really believe that it can be shut down? Live him?"

Kingsley shrugged: "Dumbledore defeated him. Under the dual effects of vows and fear, he did not dare to act rashly-the official explanation."

"We can’t find the truth anymore—but it’s enough. Dumbledore cares about Grindelwald. He is Dumbledore’s most beautiful and painful past and is part of Dumbledore’s existence. They have been entangled all their lives. Not clear, but as long as they are alive, they will never see each other again."

I remembered the affectionate and full of love words on the faded letter paper and the ambiguous appeals. That was Dumbledore whom she would never see. It turns out that he also loved someone wholeheartedly, wrapped in the skin of the same ambition. , Are two souls deeply attracted to each other.

She found the vial representing the blood pledge in the letter. At the bottom of the corner of countless sundries, the vial surface has obvious gaps, like an inconspicuous garbage that can be seen everywhere, but when Zoe feels the bottle When the cleaning spell was running, she carefully put it back.

That is where she shouldn't delve into it, or even set foot on it.

"The punishment is over."

Chapter 69: The Gone and the Left (Part 2)

Snape raised his hand hesitantly, as if he wanted to touch the marble tombstone in front of him and scan the name with his fingertips, as if he was stroking a lifelong scar in his heart.Lily Evans's name is clearly engraved on the tablet, and time has not left any obvious marks on it.Snape raised and lowered his hand, and finally he half-kneeled on the moist ground, letting the mud stain his robe.

"How do you know this is my favorite?" The girl in the memory smiled like a flower, her eyes overflowing with surprise and joy, she stood jumping in front of Snape, not alive like a phantom, "Thank you Present, Sev!"

Snape carefully placed the lily bouquet in front of the tombstone, as if returning to the familiar old days when he was a child.He stole money from the drunk man’s wallet. The florist’s probing eyes looked like thorns. He still remembered that he tightened the old coat wrapped around him and buried his head very low. The surface of the leather shoes of the feet is covered with mud.He almost snatched the flowers from the boss, and he ran across the town, across the woods, and across the river, to the small mound where he often met Lily.Every breath will turn into a white mist in front of his eyes. The opposite of the cold weather is the passionate chorus between his heart and lungs.

When he tremblingly handed the gift to Lily, who came by as promised, he found that some of them were shattered and withered under his fierce shaking. When he was so embarrassed that he wanted to escape, Lily smiled and told him this The most happy birthday present she received today.

Even if the bunch of flowers could not be retained in the end, each branch withered; even if he was kicked and beaten fiercely by his father when he returned home, he was lying in bed unable to move for days.But the scene where the little red-haired girl sucked her red nose, held the flower cherished and smiled at him, is something he will never forget.

"I hate someone standing behind me sneakily." Snape stood up without looking back, a tear running down his nose.

The visitor did not speak.Snape stood there and looked at the tombstone for a long time. It was the first time he came here to see her since Lily's death.The man didn't bother him either.When he finally turned around, he ran into those green eyes full of complexity and confusion.

The illusion of the dead soul almost entangled him again. It was Lily's eyes, the pain he had been trying to avoid.He never met the owner of his eyes, even if he had to meet him, he would quickly move away so as not to let the emotional out of control happen.

"Dumbledore's funeral is over?" Snape asked, pursing his lips, "I have already offered flowers."

"What is the relationship between you and my mother?" Harry unexpectedly asked this question that caused him to breathe. "Sirius told me that lilies are my mother's favorite flower."