The boy on the hospital bed moved and then opened his big eyes.
"Mr. Xingze?" Harry shouted drowsily. He reached out and took out his eyes and put them on, "How long have you been here?"
Xing Ze closed the newspaper in his hand and replied: "Not long, not long enough for Madam Pomfrey to kick me out. Is it a good dream or a nightmare?"
Harry shook his head, "I forgot."
"That's okay." Xing Ze said, "I just came to make sure you were okay. I guess it was the principal who took you out of the dungeon because the Aurors who went to support were blocked by some Death Eaters."
"Yes, sir, the principal came yesterday. He told me many things. The Philosopher's Stone was destroyed."
"Well, I know that. You did a great job, Harry."
"No," Harry lowered his head in despair, "I was completely wrong. It was Quirrell, not Snape. As you have been reminding us, Professor Snape even protected me. I
I should listen to you."
"Don't doubt yourself, kid." Xing Ze said sternly, "It is easy to blindly follow other people's opinions. It is easier than you can imagine. But it takes a lot of courage and effort to stick to your own opinions and principles. Believe me
, Harry, you have done far better than ordinary people at this point.
"I bet Voldemort must have told you a lot of crooked truths, but you still chose to protect the Sorcerer's Stone and were even willing to sacrifice your life. Not many people can do this.
"As for making mistakes, everyone makes mistakes, Harry, anyone, even Dumbledore, even Voldemort. Voldemort's pride and arrogance made him make wrong decisions."
Harry sat up from the bed and asked curiously: "What is it, sir?"
"He wanted to kill you. He also let Quirrell touch you instead of binding you with a spell and taking the Sorcerer's Stone and running away. I think this was one of the stupidest mistakes he ever made. Of course.
, believe me, he will do it again."
"Why?"
"Because he has no so-called self-awareness, he will not reflect on his mistakes like you. Because he feels that as long as he is strong enough, he can be above the right and wrong in the world. This is a mistake made by those who pursue power.
.
"From this point of view, Voldemort is not the Dark Lord. He is just a mortal like us, and a mortal with character flaws."
Having said this, Xing Ze pressed his hand on Harry's forehead, and tiny black particles gathered on the lightning-shaped scar.
Harry immediately felt that his headache was much better and he felt much more energetic. He knew that Xing Ze must have done something. When the warm hands left his forehead, he said gratefully: "Thank you, sir."
"I should be the one thanking you." Xing Ze stood up, "Okay, let's have a good rest."
When Xing Ze walked out of the infirmary, he met an unexpected friend-Henry Bachert.
"Come to collect your reward?" Xing Ze asked.
"It's time." Bakht smiled slightly, "The fruits should be picked when they are ripe. I know a good afternoon tea."
"Then lead the way."
Lady Puddieff's Teahouse in Hogsmeade.
"Where should I start?" Xing Ze's fingers wandered along the rim of the cup, his brows furrowed, as if he was considering a big deal.
"Tell me about that woman you can never forget."
Xing Ze sighed, leaned back and said, "To be precise, it's a girl. Do you know detectives?"
"Of course." Bach nodded, "I study Muggle poetry and songs, and study their various research works. Therefore, my understanding of Muggles is no less than yours."
"That will leave a lot to talk about. I once worked as a detective for a period of time in my own hometown."
"This opening is beyond my expectation." Bach took a sip of black tea and said, "Go on, Xing Ze, go on. You have successfully aroused my curiosity."
"I remember it snowed that day, but it wasn't heavy, and the temperature was cold enough for someone to have a hot pot meal. So I changed the meeting place to a hot pot restaurant near the police station.
"You know, in this business, you have to have some friends above. At that time, I was working with them on a big case. After working on it for more than half a month, the case made significant progress, so... so we plan to reward them
Treat yourself.
"I drank a lot, at least a little drunker than usual..."
Bakht interjected doubtfully: "But now you..."
"Yes, a previous case forced me to rely on alcohol and cigarettes to anesthetize myself. During that time, cigarettes and alcohol were my most loyal companions. Having said that, after the banquet was over, I made a stupid move.
Decision - walk home.
"Hell, that's how this fucking life is, you never know whether the choice you make is right or wrong. I met him at a 24-hour convenience store, um, probably at the entrance of a supermarket. I can't remember clearly.
.
"I was very drunk at that time and my mouth was dry." Xing Ze picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then continued: "I went to the supermarket to buy something to drink first. I don't remember whether I wanted to buy some wine to moisten my throat or
Just buy a bottle of water so that you can rinse your mouth after vomiting.
"Anyway, he came out of the supermarket and bumped into me. Hell, I apologized to him, but I didn't recognize him at all. You must be curious about who he is, a common pervert, a serial killer
.
"In his thirties, with long black hair, he looks like an ordinary office worker. Of course, if I had been sober, I would still have remembered this information. I did hesitate for a few seconds, but it was only a few seconds. We
Passed by.
"It wasn't until a week later that I found him again. At that time, he was busy burning a female corpse. It was also the first time I knew that the greasy and black ashes that floated up when the corpse burned looked like small black snowflakes.
"It was very simple after that. The police took him away, and he confessed to all the crimes without reservation. But... what I didn't expect was..."
Xing Ze paused and turned to look out the window, probably thinking about how to say the following words.
"Is that girl among them?" Bakht continued for him.
"She was seven years old and her family was not well off. Her mother - a single mother - spent all her savings and wanted me to help find her. I didn't have many clues. Her mother gave me the latest information about the child.
a photo of.
"It was cut from a photo of her participating in a school stage play. She was wearing a red coat. That coat was her new clothes for the New Year. Inside was a long white skirt used for performances. I have never heard of missing children.
Don't have much hope.
"The time of her death was the night when I was drunk. The murderer went out to buy tape that night so that he could tie her tightly to the chair. He didn't like using ropes. This is what he said himself.
He said the tape would make him feel better."
Xing Ze's voice was trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, calmed down his mood and said, "I thought I could talk about it more calmly. After that, I went to see the mother and planned to tell her
Of course, I didn't intend to tell her the truth about the investigation.
"However... after going to the identification center to identify the body, the mother went home and deleted it. She didn't lie to me, that child was indeed everything in her life."
Bakht opened his mouth, but in the end he just weakly advised: "Everyone makes mistakes, you shouldn't blame yourself so much."
"Of course, of course I make mistakes, I'm not a fucking saint."
But if you make a mistake, you should be punished, Xing Ze said in his heart, this is why I am still doing this fucking business.
"The light fell from the sky, and the beautiful emperor died in her prime..."
"Dust closed Helen's eyes." Xing Ze took over Bachert's poem, "Thomas Nash, "The Time of the Plague". I'm afraid this is not appropriate, my friend. She was not taken away by the plague, but
By those monsters in human skin, I became the monster’s accomplice. Do you plan to write this story in your book?”
Bakht shook his head, "No, it won't. It's too sad and doesn't fit in with the style of the book."
Xing Ze looked down at the cup of green tea, showed a bitter smile, and murmured: "I think so."