Lawrence gently closed the door, and in the cold room with only the ticking sound of Muggle machines, there was only Amosta and the sleeping man lying on the hospital bed.
When the withered body of this man whose life had come to an end came into view, Amosta's body trembled uncontrollably, and his originally indifferent expression became unspeakably complicated. My heart felt as heavy as a stone.
He walked slowly to the window, opened the curtains and pushed open the closed sash, letting the cooling breeze take away the unpleasant smell of potions and corruption in the room. Then, leaning against the window edge, Amosta took out a cigarette and put it under his nose to smell it. His calm eyes fell on the man on the hospital bed, whose cheeks had become triangular.
"Pathetic"
After a long time, Amosta once again let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.
Perhaps the cold wind that broke into the ward made the man on the bed feel uncomfortable. Amidst a burst of vague murmurs and moans, the man opened his eyes with difficulty.
He stared at the white ceiling with empty eyes. It took about five minutes before his cloudy eyes showed some clarity.
Soon, the dying man realized that there was someone in the room. He looked towards the window, but the dazzling light made his vision blurry. He was confused as to why someone dared to open the window of the room, so he I blinked desperately to see who was in front of the window.
The cool wind made his stiff consciousness smoother and smoother, and the blurred light and shadow gradually receded. As the person's appearance gradually became clear, the man lying on the hospital bed opened his mouth. The amplitude is getting bigger and bigger, and the cloudy eyeballs are so swollen that they are about to pop out of their sockets.
The silence continued, he was looking at him, and he was looking at him, without a word of self-introduction, but both of them knew very well who the other person was.
"Can I have a cigar? Since being diagnosed, Lawrence has stopped allowing me to smoke one. Haha, I think it doesn't matter now."
Amos Ta threw the cigarette in his hand and said calmly,
"I don't have a cigar, so just make do with this."
The man picked up the cigarette that had been rubbed and was a little deformed, and he was unhappy. He curled his lips, but in the end, he did not insist on his request. He held the cigarette tremblingly in his mouth and muttered,
"Fire"
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After a crisp snap of fingers, the cigarette butt flashed with flames and plumes of green smoke came out.
The man took a deep puff of the cigarette and showed an expression of enjoyment. With the help of nicotine, his gray brown eyes showed a bright look, and even his withered body regained some strength and had enough strength to support himself. He leaned forward and moved to a more comfortable position, leaning against the head of the bed.
"What was that just now, a trick?"
"Just think of it as a trick," Amosta said lazily.
For a person who may die in the next secondHe said that there would be nothing new in this world. The man nodded and did not continue to ask.
"Let's put it this way"
The choking smoke put pressure on the man's internal organs that were on the verge of collapse. He coughed twice, then wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened. After taking a quick breath, he said with difficulty,
"It was Lawrence who found you, right? I know that he has been looking for you behind my back, especially in the two or three years since I was diagnosed. He spent a lot of energy doing this."
Amosta took out another cigarette and suddenly felt a strong urge to light it, but in the end, he Overcoming this desire, he just played with it in his hand,
"If I were you"
Amosta looked uninterested, "I wouldn't The little life left is wasted on such boring questions."
The man nodded in approval, and then fell silent. The cigarette in his hand was burning rapidly, and the ashes fell away. It fell, burning ugly black spots on the snow-white bedding.
"What kind of life are you living now?"
This time, the silent person was replaced by Amosta. He rubbed his eyebrows. He was never easy. At this moment, wavering eyes were wandering around the room,
"How should I answer your question?" Amosta sighed, "A life of freedom, a life full of hope. , Anyway, it’s not bad.”
“Really?” the man whispered, “That’s good.”
Both of them seemed to have lost the desire to talk. The man on the hospital bed. Cherishing the last cigarette in his life, he stared blankly at the fire that slowly but surely devoured the cigarette. One by one, past events passed quickly through his mind, and finally, they were fixed on a face that was already blurry. He wanted to see through the fog on that face, but no matter how hard he tried, the fog still didn't dissipate, so he could only laugh at himself,
"I can't even remember that woman. "It's not difficult to understand," Amosta said calmly, "After all, many years have passed and I can't remember it clearly."
His words were clear. A message was sent out, and the man who accurately captured the message on the hospital bed was stunned, and then asked, "So, she, I mean, your mother, has"
"You guessed it That's right," Amosta nodded, "It has been many years."
Perhaps it is because of his habit of spontaneously operating Occlumency when he is emotionally turbulent, Amosta's tone remained the same. Maintaining an incomprehensible calmness, his calmness made the man feel a little dazzled and a little angry, but after thinking about it carefully, he knew that he had no qualifications to say anything.
"So"
Seeing that the man seemed to have nothing to say, Amosta stood up straight from his reclining position, and nodded towards the man,
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“Get some rest, Mr. Blaine, I'm leaving now. "
The words Mr. Blaine spat out of Amosta's mouth burned the man's self-esteem like fire. His breathing became rapid, and his body suddenly emerged like a candle in the wind. An inexplicable strength,
"Do you hate me?"
Amosta's footsteps stopped at the head of the hospital bed. He turned his head and stared into the man's eyes for a long time. , then said calmly,
"There is nothing to be resentful about, Mr. Blaine, after all, you are just an innocent victim. ”
The man collapsed back on the bed, his expression became slumped, and the strength that had just emerged from his body was quickly stripped away. He seemed to have heard the footsteps of the God of Death gradually becoming clearer.
“Can you please call Lawrence for me?” The man stopped Amosta who was walking to the door, “I have something to explain. ”
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