Hogwarts time travel

"my hand……"

After the light left, the black cat took Harry back to the secret room again. Harry's head hit the statue's leg hard, but he didn't react. He just looked at his palm blankly.

I don't know when the palm has returned to its original shape, and blood vessels can still be seen under the flesh-colored skin. In sharp contrast, starting from the wrist as a dividing line, the arm still maintains a dry image, making the palm look like a taste. A unique balloon dangling on a dry rope.

Although the blood vessels in his arms were completely necrotic, Harry could clearly feel the flow of blood in his palms. The blood that came from unknown places filled the wrists, circulated in the palms and returned to the wrists again, sinking into the unknown sources. of void.

In this cycle, Harry's arms did not play any role, they were just like decorations.

"Don't look, your palm was probably accidentally swept by that light just now, so it returned to its original state." Black Cat explained.

"No." Harry murmured, "It's not that simple. It doesn't belong to me now."

"What?" Black Cat stared.

Before the black cat could ask any more questions, Harry had already cut off the palm of his hand with his wand.

The curse cut silently, and the palm fell to the ground, but there was no blood spurting out from the neat break, and it maintained its original state, as if it was still connected to the arm.

In other words, it was indeed connected to someone's arm, but this guy wasn't Harry himself.

Black Cat took a breath of air: "Didn't that light reset your physical state?"

"It would be great if so." Harry looked gloomy, "That means we still have room to counterattack. Even if the opponent has the ultimate ultimate move to restart, we can't use it frequently."

"And this situation..."

"The Council of Gods obviously did not intend to use reset methods to restore our world, but used more extreme or more convenient methods."

"If it's a reset, it means they reversed our time and restored our time to its original state."

"And the current situation proves that they did not reverse our time, but directly replaced another us on the time stream."

Black Cat felt that he had discovered something extraordinary.

"They not only control the current world, but also control the entire timeline in this world?!"

"I'm just speculating, but you should have a way to verify it." Harry closed his eyes and said no more.

The black cat turned away silently, then came back after a while, already holding a bottle of green liquid in his mouth, and poured it all onto Harry's dry half.

Just like the earth resurrecting and everything coming back to life, half of Harry's body regained its elasticity and luster at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, his body had completely returned to its original state.

Black Cat and Harry were not surprised, but stared at the hand on the ground and Harry's broken wrist.

The moment his body fully recovered, there was a sound like a sharp knife cutting into flesh from the horizon, followed by blood spurting out from Harry's wrist.

The palm on the ground also returned to reality from an unknown time at this moment. Blood gurgled from the fracture, and together with the blood on the wrist, dyed the ground red.

"They really have complete control over the timeline, even when we will recover our bodies!" Black Cat exclaimed.

"Yes." Harry struggled to stop the blood on his wrist with his wand, then picked up his palm and connected it to the break.

"Until now, no existence has attacked us. I'm afraid we are regarded as bugs."

The black cat said silently, indeed, since the other party can know when they will recover, it will not be difficult to find them.

But the other party didn't come to them. I'm afraid they were regarded as bugs.

If bugs don't jump out, most owners won't bother to care about them. This is their current situation.

The black cat was a little confused when he saw that Harry had no despair on his face and was repairing his palm seriously.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay," Harry said.

"Okay," Black Cat looked around, "Your world has no hope and has completely fallen. I can take you away and find a world without supernatural powers, where you can stay away from the Parliament of Gods."

"Thank you, no need." Harry shook his head.

"But where can you hide? Even if they don't want to pay attention to you, they won't mind destroying you once you appear." Black Cat frowned.

"I will fight them to the end," Harry said in a relaxed tone, "even if I fight to the death..."

"And never stop."

Black Cat's eyes widened again.

Ministry of Magic, Hall of Death.

Harry and Black Cat stood on the steps, looking at the door standing under the steps and the gauze floating on the door.

"Are you sure you want to go there?" Black Cat said with a serious expression, "In most of the worlds I've observed, the God of Death has no connection with humans unless you knock on the door...many people can't find the God of Death throughout their lives. , it is not until the end of life that one can have a glimpse of the true face of death.”

"Oh, then I might be different from the people in other worlds." Harry smiled, his eyes seeming to have seen the past.

Godric's Hollow, the screams under the flickering green light, the end of the Dark Lord, and the orphan of Potter.

As if the power of love transcended life and death, a man in black robes arrived at the Potter's house ahead of everyone else, and gently picked up Harry, who was crying uncontrollably.

"I am the God of Death, child." The man in black robe said lovingly, "There are many people who will only see me once, but you are different. You will meet me many times. You are the one who can see through death."

Little Harry's eyes widened.

In the same death hall, Sirius fell towards the door. At the critical moment, a pair of hands came out from the door and gently pushed Sirius behind, causing Sirius to fall aside dangerously.

The frightened Sirius used magic spells to fight off the Death Eaters, but saw Harry standing there blankly.

"What are you doing? Harry!"

"Ah, here I come!" Harry came back to his senses, took a deep look at the owner of those hands, and caught up with his godfather.

On a rainy night at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's coffin was buried underground. Harry lowered his head in the rain, but suddenly found that the rain above his head had disappeared.

A man in black robes held an umbrella above Harry's head, blocking the rain that was getting increasingly violent.

"Mr. Death," Harry raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes, "Is this always like this in life? Watching the person who loves you leave?"

The man in black robe was silent. After a while, he slowly spoke.

"Perhaps death is not departure, but the prelude to another great adventure."