Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"So, Potter, you must think your father is an interesting person, right?" Snape said viciously, while shaking Harry so hard that Harry's glasses almost slipped off his nose.

"I, I - didn't -" Harry tried his best to break free from Snape's grasp, but for some reason, Snape's strength was so amazing that all Harry's efforts were in vain.

Snape used all his strength to push Harry out.

Harry fell hard to the floor of the basement classroom.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone what you saw!" Snape roared.

"No," Harry said, standing up and trying to stay as far away from Snape as possible, "No, of course I-"

"Get out! Get out, get out, I don't want to see you in this office again!" Snape roared.

As Harry bolted for the door, a jar of dead cockroaches exploded above him.

He wrenched open the door and ran along the corridor, stopping only when he was three floors away from Snape.

Harry panted and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down onto the cold and hard rock floor of the castle, mechanically rubbing his bruised arm.

He had no intention of returning to Gryffindor Tower so early, nor did he want to tell anyone, whether Ron, Hermione or Tiera, what he had just seen.

Harry felt so scared and sad not because Snape yelled at him or hit him with a can, but because he knew what it was like to be humiliated in front of a circle of onlookers. He knew very well how Snape felt when he was teased by his father. From what he had just seen and heard, his father was indeed an arrogant person, exactly as Snape had always told him. arrogant person.

"So as you wish."

At this time, a voice came.

Harry trembled all over and looked up at the source of the sound——

It was a window filled with darkness like a mirror.

The window not only reflected Harry's own pale face, but also a face he was all too familiar with——

"Tiera!" Harry shouted in surprise.

Ever since he started learning Occlumency, Tiera hadn't taken the initiative to talk to him for a long time.

"Harry, how are you?" Tiera raised her legs, took a slight step forward, and walked out of the window.

"You should know everything," Harry said dejectedly, "Because of my father's affairs, Snape will never be able to teach me Occlumency."

"Isn't this what you hoped for?" Tiera smiled, sitting side by side with Harry on the floor of the castle, "No more having to endure Snape's torturous Occlumency lessons."

"Yes, but alas." Harry shook his head tiredly and confusedly, "But I don't want Snape's teaching to end in this way. I mean... um."

"In this guilty way. In this way with a trace of resentment and dissatisfaction towards your father?" Tiera took over Harry's words and asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah" Harry nodded silently.

"Oh Harry, Harry." Tiera said in the tone of an elder, "memory will beautify a person, and death, especially a fateful and tragic death, will praise this person to the highest level. The extreme will magnify his shining points and allow us to ignore his imperfections."

"Your father, like you, Dumbledore, and even Snape, are all imperfect mortals." Tiera said with a smile. "It is these imperfections that have long characterized us and made us who we are." Who, you don’t have to be sad or sentimental about these imperfections.”

"Yeah" Harry nodded anyway.