[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

At this moment, James felt a force rioting in his body.The pain caused by this force is mixed with the pain inflicted by Voldemort, as if the internal organs and skin were grasped and torn by two hands at the same time, the whole body would be torn apart, his mouth was gasping weakly, and his eyes were about to burst. , if he could cry out, maybe crack his throat.

Suddenly, the pain stopped.It wasn't because Voldemort had stopped, or because the power in his body had stopped, but... James felt as if he had become a spirit, out of his body, watching his flesh from mid-air... his chest , A ball of light gushed out, half of the ball of light was buried in his chest, and the other half was exposed, like a bag filled with water.

Fascinated by this, the soul-form Jaime stuck out a finger in fascination and poked at the exposed half of the ball.

The silver light was shining, and the silver light wrapped him and Voldemort together and scattered to the outer circle. The Death Eaters around screamed of being hurt, and covered their eyes with the sleeves of their robes, curled up their bodies, and James in the form of a soul Tom fell into the body, and his body fell to the ground, and he found himself free.

He quickly rolled to the side, surprised that he still had such explosive power, but his legs were still numb, and his remaining physical strength limited him to only one movement.Voldemort's eyes widened, and he roared with anger, "Once again..."

James crouched on the ground in a state of embarrassment, unable to move. Smoke was rising in front of him. The gray smoke looked heavy, and gradually gathered to form a shape, a human shape.But he could only be sure that it was a person, because he could barely see the person's shoes from the angle where he was close to the ground.

"Once again." The person who appeared, the ghost, the apparition... Unable to determine what it was, took Voldemort's words calmly: "Tom Riddle."

"That lightning scar, yes, I won't forget it." Voldemort's voice was full of resentment: "You must think you killed

I'm dead.I must have never imagined that I would break through the time limit and retrieve my body in a new world. "

"Riddle," it said, "I've never dared to underestimate you, you were my greatest fear for 17 years from childhood to adulthood. I'm not so arrogant as to think I really killed you or something , In fact, although it is very stupid, I didn't completely get rid of the nightmares every night until I found out about your whereabouts."

"Don't call me by my last name! You are just a phantom left in this world, and the Duke of Darkness is real!" Voldemort roared furiously: "I am the real one, this time, I will take down the whole The wizarding world, and completely cut off any possibility of blocking this result! Tomorrow you will know how I killed James Potter and destroyed Dumbledore."

"And I have done what I can, although it is little and not enough, but I think it is very sure." It said lightly, completely unaffected by Voldemort, kicked its feet lightly, and floated up .James didn't know why Voldemort hadn't taken any action, and since it was floating, he couldn't see anything.

"Don't worry," it said.James felt it falling on him, melting into his body.A cold and comfortable thing that suddenly diffused into the body relieved the burning pain.The whole world began to spin, and James found that his body stood up completely without the control of his brain.

James' body cleared his throat, satisfied with the current situation: "We cooperate well."

It said softly: "However, we can cooperate better."

It opened his arms, and the silver light was so thick that he could barely see Voldemort's face, let alone the other Death Eaters who stood farther away.

"Magic Riot," it said softly, "Feel your magic, Jaime, because we made you suppress it for so many years."

Voldemort screamed, trying to use his wand to resist the force that was pouring towards him, but the omnipotent wand was as powerless as a twig in a strong wind. This force seemed to be accumulated over the years In an eruption of one day,

In this powerful force, James had to work hard not to close his eyes. He couldn't believe that this force belonged to him.

Voldemort was actually bounced away.He staggered back a few steps before he stood still, and then he began to make strange movements, attacking each other with his left and right hands, sometimes grabbing his head, and making irrational growls.

"He's lost his mind?" James thought, half gloating, half expecting.

"No." It seemed to sense James' thoughts, and explained, "Because there are two souls in his body, the original one and the later one."

Someone appeared beside James, and James almost instinctively wanted to attack, but the trembling hand on his shoulder stopped him: "James, it's me."

"Sirius," it called joyfully.

"Go, James." Unable to know it, Sirius thought it was James calling his name, he said nervously, pointing his wand at Voldemort: "I'm sure he can't do anything now, but I don't know ..."

"Oh, I can't believe I'll see you again," it said in its excited voice for the first time, and James felt uncomfortable that it was too excited, as if it had a deep relationship with Sirius generally.

"What nonsense are you talking about, James, I'm always going to find you." Sirius held him tight, like James was the only one in the world, and Sirius produced the Portkey.

Amidst screams and silver light, they left this terrible place with headaches.

Standing on the ground again, it was a room where no one knew who belonged. James fell into Sirius' arms, and Sirius held him so tight that he felt pain.

"Moody, Frank, I've brought him back!" Sirius yelled excitedly, but he didn't have the slightest desire to let go of him.

"Are you still there?" he thought.

no respond.

The sound of Moody's footsteps gathered in a hurry, and the sounds cluttered his brain, and his head ached again.

"Nice job," Moody said gruffly, and tried to move him, but Sirius didn't let go, his hands still straining, as hard as they could.

"James." Frank said with concern: "It might be better to tell what happened."

James tried to speak, and was glad he was finally able to control himself: "I'm... tired, I'm going to..." His eyes went black, and anyone who didn't know anything about medicine could see that he was far away. One step away from coma.

"Sirius, I have a tranquilizing potion here. Lily made it, and it's very useful." Frank said.

Sirius let go of his hand slightly, and James felt himself moved to a bed. A person, not Sirius, who had been holding his hand all the time, but Sirius' companion, gently brought a cup over: " Drink it, James."

Well, it's Lily.He felt an unexplained agitation inside him again, something was wrong.he thought.But he felt sick even more now because he was reminded of the disgusting glass Voldemort had poured him.Moving his lips, he finally drank it without protest

It was a glass of warm liquid that didn't look like much.

"Go to sleep, you will be fine." Lily took the cup gently, and his eyes followed her involuntarily.But soon a wave of exhaustion swept over him, he closed his eyes, leaned on the soft pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

It was bright outside the window at this time, Sirius hadn't slept all night, a faint black shadow appeared under his eyes, he had been sitting beside James' bed, the other had just fallen asleep, and he had just settled down.

He refuses to think about the pain of discovering Edgar's body, he owes Edgar a favor he would do anything but may never make it up to.He also refused to think about how the frantic search for James all night, until the wand detected a rare phenomenon of magical riots, last night should have been a mistake that should not have happened.And the last thing he should do is leave James on his own adventures.Until now, his hands still couldn't restrain the trembling caused by fear.

"Sirius." Moody walked in suddenly, interrupting his contemplation. Sirius stood up almost immediately. Although Moody's voice was not loud, he still gave James a worried look. The other party was not disturbed at all. It seemed that Lily was indeed the best student in Potions class in Hogwarts, he was relieved, he regretted that he didn't insist on bringing James home, but borrowed Moody's bedroom.Now he wanted to punch Moody.

"What's up?" He followed Moody out of the bedroom, closing the door softly, and they descended the stairs, where Sirius found many members of the Order—some dead, one missing—gathered in the tiny kitchen. Here, sitting around a table, each face is dignified and worried.Some people's faces were gloomy as if they were about to drip water.

"Look at this." Lupine put a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of Sirius just in time, and Sirius caught sight of the front page headline: "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore."

What's this?His eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked at Lupine silently, who nodded to him, motioning him to read on.

In the photo under the headline, the young Dumbledore was laughing with his handsome companion, at least in Sirius' impression, he had never seen Dumbledore laugh so unscrupulously.A small line next to it reads: Albus Dumbledore and his friend Gellert Grindelwald.

"Grindelwald..." Sirius' voice almost fell away, and someone quickly picked it up: "He is the first generation of Dark Lord, the predecessor of Voldemort."

"I think the report is complete bullshit," Lily said wearily.

Sirius continued to read, and the report described in detail the interview with Bathilda Bagshot, a historian of magic, and the entire content was about Dumbledore and Grindelwald's acquaintance and friendship.

Grindelwald has always been at the top of the list of the most dangerous dark wizards, and the reason why he is not at the top of the list is only because of the appearance of the mysterious man, and Bathilda introduced him to Dumbledore, and the two quickly established Deep friendship.

Sirius finished the report hastily. He didn't fully believe in Lily's judgment, but he also felt a little disapproving of the report in his heart.At last his eyes fell on a picture, which was taken of Dumbledore's own letter, which made the secret decree and established the rule of the wizarding world over Muggles.He approves of Grindelwald and the suppression by force, and this is indeed Dumbledore's own letter!

Sirius finally knew that the members of the Order of the Phoenix were gathered here, and the reason why Dumbledore did not show up.If this report is true, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​like being built on a pile of sand that cannot withstand the slightest wind, and the death of Edgar Burns has become an extremely heavy and irreparable blow, which means that in the No family will continue to support them after this.

The author has something to say: Do you know how hard it took me to resist the urge to label "Grindelwald" as "Grindelwald"?Especially after I found out that one version was really translated like this, I was even more devastated.This error can't stop at all!

And, in the future there may be a [killing] new Dark Lord and an old Dark Lord, [helping] Grindelwald and Dumbledore, so let’s give up on TX who is looking forward to giving Voldemort to Dumbledore, because I prefer to watch Voldemort Self-tackling (zuo) self-torture (zuo) grinding (jian) yourself.