vncnus Chapter 252 Unraveling Harry's Inner Curse
Chapter 252 Unraveling Harry's Inner Curse
Chapter 252 Unraveling Harry's Inner Curse
Having left a sliver of consciousness in the dream to accompany Severus, I woke up intending to check on Harry's condition.
He woke up in bed, put on his wizard's cloak, dressed himself properly, and left Severus's lounge.
I was thinking that Harry must have felt really uneasy being thrown back like that by Riddle.
It was right after class, and since I didn't know Harry's schedule for the day, I went straight to the Great Hall.
“Harry, don’t look so listless. Senior Ayers will be alright,” Ron comforted Harry beside him.
“Yes, Harry, if you keep acting like this, it won’t be good if Ayers sees you when he gets back.” This time, even Hermione joined in the comforting words, since Harry really wasn’t behaving right.
Harry's mind was still replaying the scene of Ayers' disappearance, his gradually blurring face and helpless eyes, like a heavy hammer, striking his soul again and again.
Harry has been distracted these past two days, thinking about Ayers all the time.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes, blurring my vision, but I didn't want to wipe them away, letting them flow freely.
Young wizards came and went around him, their faces bearing their own joys and sorrows, but none of this mattered to Harry.
Harry seemed to exist in a lonely world, completely out of place in this bustling human world.
Harry lost the most important person in his life, like a bird losing its wings or a fish out of water; he felt as if his world had collapsed in an instant.
Hermione and Ron were at a loss for words when they saw Harry like this. All they could do was stay by his side, as if they were afraid he might do something foolish.
"Harry, look at the Great Hall. It looks like there's a lot of people gathered there." Suddenly, Ron noticed that a lot of young wizards seemed to be gathered at the entrance of the Great Hall. He patted his friend and told him to look.
Hermione also looked curiously at the direction Ron described, and at this moment Harry finally reacted and looked in the direction of the Great Hall.
Harry, who no longer needs glasses, has excellent eyesight. He seemed to see something for a moment and immediately abandoned Ron and Hermione to run over.
"Ayers~" Harry finally saw the figure he had been longing for. When he got closer, he realized it was his lover, Ayers. In an instant, tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face.
Surrounded by people, I was answering questions from everyone who cared about me when a sudden, urgent cry caught my attention. I turned around and saw Harry with tears streaming down his face.
My heart is truly broken; this silly child is crying so hard.
I strode over to him, took off my school uniform, and threw it around the crying child. This kid's crying was something only he could see.
"Excuse me, everyone, I think I have something very important to discuss with Harry right now. Could you please allow me to leave?" I said very politely to the junior students surrounding me.
"Of course, of course, we were the ones who disturbed Senior Ayers." Everyone else understood Harry Pott, and they were all willing to part ways and make way for us to leave.
Harry didn't struggle and obediently followed me out of there.
Ron and Hermione knew that only I could comfort Harry and help him resolve his inner conflict, so they let the two of us leave on our own.
I took Harry to an empty classroom nearby, and after we went inside, I locked the door.
When I turned around, I saw Harry standing there staring at me.
When I saw Harry standing in front of me, his eyes red and tears rolling down his cheeks, my heart clenched instantly. He was still clutching the school robe I had put on his head, biting his lip to keep from crying out loud.
I quickly stepped forward and gently pulled him into my arms, my movements careful, as if I would hurt him if I used too much force.
"Harry, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked softly, my voice full of tenderness. My lips gently touched the top of his head, and my breath carried his familiar scent.
He trembled slightly in my arms, his hands clutching the hem of my robe tightly, as if grasping at his last refuge, his tears soaking the front of my clothes.
"I'm sorry, Ayers. I couldn't stop you then, and that man took you away. I was powerless to find you." He spoke haltingly, his voice trembling with sobs. Every word felt like a heavy stone pressing on my heart.
I gently patted his back, again and again, trying to convey strength and comfort to him with this tender gesture.
"Silly boy, didn't you realize that I intentionally asked him to make you leave? I was fine with Riddle, but if you had been there too, things might have been different." After all, Riddle was a jealous man, and of course, I couldn't say that to Harry. I gently rubbed my chin against his forehead, hoping my affirmation would comfort him.
Harry raised his head slightly, looking at me with his big, watery eyes, his gaze filled with grievance and helplessness. "Really? But I feel so useless..."
Seeing him like this, my heart ached terribly. I gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks with my fingers, as if I were handling an extremely precious treasure.
"Of course it's true." I gazed into his eyes, my gaze firm and warm, hoping he could feel my concern through my eyes.
Harry sniffed, his lips twitching slightly as if he wanted to force a smile, but his tears interrupted him.
I couldn't help but gently wipe away his tears from the corner of his eye. "Don't cry, Harry, it breaks my heart to see you cry like this."
When Harry heard me say that, he finally stopped crying and wiped all his tears on my clothes.
“Harry, if you feel you shouldn’t have let go of my hand, shouldn’t have kept me there, then you need to become stronger. Your opponent is very strong. If you want to beat Riddle, you have to become stronger yourself.” I held his hand and said gently. It was a kind of PUA, wasn’t it? At least Harry is still the protagonist of this world, and it’s necessary for him to become stronger.
Harry thought Ayers made a lot of sense, so he nodded, gripped my hand tightly, as if he had drawn new strength from it.
He knew how insignificant he was now, no match for that man at all. He needed to become strong to protect the person he wanted to protect most.
Harry finally looked at me with a determined gaze.
I just realized that I have a hidden title: King of Verbal Confidence.
She took a handkerchief from her backpack and wiped Harry's cheeks, looking at his slightly red and swollen eyes with heartache.
"These beautiful eyes are all red and swollen from crying." He kissed Harry's red and swollen eyes.
Harry could deeply feel Ayers' love and care for him.
Harry tiptoed slightly and slowly wrapped his arms around my neck.
His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were afraid of disturbing the beauty of this moment.
Those fingertips gently caressed the back of my neck, with an indescribable tenderness.
His arms tightened, bringing us closer together. Our bodies slowly pressed against each other, and I could clearly feel his heartbeat. The rhythm of his heartbeat was like a drumbeat, striking my heart again and again.
His eyes, usually gentle and kind, now held a mysterious charm when closed.
He slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if expressing his inner tension and anticipation.
Those tightly closed eyes seemed to shut out the whole world, leaving only the two of us, immersed in this little world that belonged only to us.
Then, he slowly kissed me. His lips were soft and warm, with a faint, sweet fragrance, gently touching my lips.
The kiss was initially as gentle as a feather, tentative and cautious, yet filled with deep affection.
I could feel his breathing quicken, and his warm breath sprayed onto my cheek.
As the kiss deepened, his emotions poured out like a flood.
His kiss was no longer shy, but passionate and affectionate, as if he wanted to convey all his love to me through this kiss.
In that kiss, I felt his dependence and trust. He gave himself to me without reservation, and at that moment, our souls seemed to merge together.
I could feel how much he cherished this relationship. Every touch of our lips, every exchange of breath, contained his deep affection for me.
This kiss is not just a simple physical contact, but proof that two hearts are closely connected.
I couldn't help but respond to him more deeply, gently wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him even tighter.
We seemed to be in a world without time and space, where only each other existed.
The kiss lasted for a very long time, so long that I forgot everything around me, and all that remained in my mind was tenderness and love for Harry.
When we finally parted, he still had his eyes closed, a faint blush on his face, and a happy smile on his lips.
I gently stroked his face, looking at him now, my heart filled with love.
“Harry, open your eyes. I want to see your eyes.” I touched the corner of his eye and stared intently at his face.
Harry slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, his emerald pupils revealing a dreamlike, hazy quality.
At first, her eyelids slightly opened, and her eyelashes trembled gently, like a butterfly fluttering its delicate wings.
A sliver of light seeped in, and the dazzling emerald began to peek out, just like the first rays of morning sunlight piercing through the thin mist and gently illuminating the tranquil forest lake.
As my eyes gradually opened, the whole world was enveloped in this deep green.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep affection.
That love, like a warm current surging in the deep sea, flowed towards me continuously.
Her emerald eyes were like a deep lake, and I could clearly see my reflection mirrored in the shimmering water, surrounded by this lake of love.
His gaze was fixed on me, as if he wanted to etch my image deep into his eyes and imprint it into his soul.
His eyes held endless longing, and each glance seemed to silently express the emotions deep within his heart—so intense, yet so pure.
His eyes sparkled with a starlight-like light, a light that held me dear, as if I were the most precious treasure in his life.
Under that gaze, I became completely absorbed and unable to extricate myself.
The love in his eyes was like a fine wine; just a sip was enough to intoxicate me.
I can clearly feel that this love has transcended the boundaries of time and space, and has become an indispensable part of his life after years of experience.
His eyes held no impurities, only a deep, passionate, and enduring affection for me.
A slight smile spread from the corner of his eyes, intertwining with the love in them, like a beautiful painting.
His smile, filled with satisfaction and happiness, gave him an indescribable charm.
In his deep, affectionate emerald eyes, I saw our past, present, and future.
The past is filled with sweet memories, like stars adorning the long river of time; the present moment is when we embrace tightly, our love flowing freely in the air; and the future is full of infinite possibilities, as we walk hand in hand through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Those eyes, that deep love, are like an eternal melody, playing the most beautiful tune in my heart, making me firmly believe that our love will never end.
"So beautiful~" Now I can understand why Severus was so infatuated with Lily Evans in his past life. Harry inherited his mother's eyes, which are really beautiful.
"Really?" Harry didn't think his eyes were beautiful; they were just slightly different from other people's.
"Are you hungry? How about we go eat first? They might have been waiting for us for a long time." I felt that Harry had calmed down by now, and suddenly I heard his stomach rumble a little. I smiled and looked down at the head of the person in my arms.
"Hmm." Harry lowered his head shyly when his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten properly because he was worried about Ayers' condition. Now that he was relaxed, he was hungry.
Harry blushed deeply, his face burning red at the sound of making such a sound in front of his lover, and he buried his head in my chest, refusing to look up.
"Don't treat your body like that anymore, okay? You need a healthy body to do what you want to do, understand?" I hugged Harry tighter; I didn't want to see him do that again.
These guys are all a handful. Harry is starving himself, Severus isn't getting enough rest, and I don't know how the others are doing.
"Hmm~ There won't be a next time." Harry seriously memorized what I said.
I must not let Ayers worry again next time.