[hp] stay out of it

What a dead world is like.

Harry once stopped at the meeting point of the two worlds, where an empty waiting room was conjured up for him, much like King's Cross Station.

When Vincent decided to sacrifice himself this summer, he didn't think much about it—anyway, we'll see each other soon, right?

He should be dead.According to the principle of order, the shackles of the fate of this world will no longer exist in the future.No matter how much trouble the order had caused Vincent before, he was satisfied with its precise operation.At least what I want to do can definitely be done, and nothing strange will happen.

He stopped at the junction of the two worlds.There is no direct access to where the dead go.Maybe Order also took him as an outsider and didn't know what to do.

He stayed here for a long time.Maybe it's been a few months.Vincent can't get time.He might end up in this deserted place forever, and the realization of the possibility frightened him.

Fortunately, it's not complete silence here.

That afternoon, he made preparations to dispose of his body, and then said the killing spell.

The green light and darkness washed and faded in front of my eyes, and then the sound of wind came from my ears.Suspecting that there was something wrong with his Death Curse, he opened his eyes and found that everything he looked around was white.

Fortunately, there are still sounds, the sound of the wind, the faint singing of birds brought by the wind, the friction of the woods, and there seems to be a reassuring whisper.

He is standing on top of the tower.Like the top of the tower at Hogwarts, the one where he liked to hide away to pass the silent moments with the Bloody Barrow.

It's just similar.It was never really Hogwarts here, because he was dead.

He walked to the wall stack and looked down. The top of the tower extended to where the ground should be, but it was endless white.

Looking around, there is nothing else.

On this endless white canvas, there is only one solitary tower top.

Vincent sighed, it was too early to panic hysterically, he decided to lie down and rest first.

The masonry on the top of this tower is also very similar to the tower at Hogwarts.Those lines in his memory have hardly changed.

Put your hands behind your head, close your eyes, and listen to the sound of the wind and the cries in the distance, as if you were really on the top of Hogwarts tower.

There will be no scorching sun, strong winds, or rain or snow here.

With his long legs crossed, Vincent fell asleep like this.

After some time, he opened his eyes, thinking that he would see the familiar sky.

But it is white.

"Ah..." Shaking his head and laughing, "I'm already dead."

He also needs to stay at the junction of the two worlds for endless time.Occasionally he recalled the puzzle he had left behind.

The past self will rely on the crystal box to arrive, and then see the clues left by itself.

If it can be untied...

Vincent didn't pin much hope on that possibility.When he made his decision, he had already realized something.

In this world, he had earned it by spending such a free and happy few years in this world.

But if you regret it, there are still some points.

He misses his friends and relatives.Miss the jovial Sirius, the slacker Yves, the gentlemanly Dange, the befuddled Bellini.

and also

that person

A few years ago, the light-colored eyes seen against the light.

Maybe I should really try to get in touch with them before, but why did I alienate them inexplicably later?Like the most pleasant voice in the summer wind, it sweeps past the ears, and then disappears in the void, never to return.

It's the feeling of ignorance.

If you can go back...

He couldn't breathe.

Fragments of dirt and stones fell into his eyes, and he couldn't help crying, all warm voices disappeared.

But he felt something else.

After months, I finally smelled the earth again, with muck and roots pressed against my skin.

feel alive.

So, they succeeded.

Vincent struggled to climb out of the hole he had dug months ago, and accepted the reality.

This is the best result of believing in yourself.

He patted the dirt on his head, and with the movement of waving his hands, he noticed that his robe was a little rotten, and there were traces of insects.After all, it was buried under the ground for a long time.

He was resurrected.

The memory of how he had helped Malfoy and Bellini curse Voldemort two years earlier had also resurfaced as the forgetting spell had failed.

While roughly mending his own clothes, Vincent sorted out that piece of memory casually, and gradually frowned.

Something unexpected happened in the Department of Mysteries.

Noise, spells, chaos, collapse.

Bellini he... failed to catch the Time-Turner.

what to do?How to rescue him?Don't decay into bones in a long hundred years.

Damn.Bellini would definitely take that risk with himself two years ago, why didn't he consider this link at the beginning!

Vincent circled around impatiently, almost wanting to rush to the Department of Mysteries just like that, but it was in vain, because that was already a hundred years ago, before even Voldemort was born.And, the only time-turner also...

Vincent scoured other memories for other clues.

Then his breath stopped. At that time, in the Department of Mysteries, what was Malfoy trying to say to himself two years ago?

He felt his face burn.It's not that I am being self-indulgent...

For a moment, Vincent forgot about Bellini, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Scared birds scattered in the woods in the distance.

Vincent closed his eyes, and felt a slight magical power coming, which seemed to be apparition.

Hogwarts has legal fireplaces as entrances and exits.Apparating on the edge of the Forbidden Forest has always been the choice of the sneaky.

Vincent walked in that direction.

Under the cover of the bushes, he approached the place where the movement came from.

Draco Malfoy was raising his head, and said to the grim-faced Harry, "You still feel proud to be a Gryffindor."

Pressed against his forehead by the wand, his body was covered in dirt and his hair was disheveled, which did not hinder the sarcasm in Malfoy's eyes.

This is a classy Slytherin.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Fanka Mint and Suqin Qixian for mine.

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and suggestions from several others.

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