[HP Deer Dog] Speed and Magic
Chapter 33
December.Negative.
He awoke from his sleep to find himself lying on the bed in pajama pants with a splitting headache.
The cold wind was blowing outside the window. He supported the bedside table with one hand, and with the other hand he took out the glasses frame and put them in front of the glasses. His hair, which was messed up in sleep, stood up in a mess.
It took him a while to remember his own name, James Potter.He has been living a day and night upside-down life recently, in order to investigate the case, and for the damn serial killer.
Yes, he is James Potter, the ex-Scotland police officer who was expelled. His house is full of murder reports and murder photos, especially in the bedroom. Countless murderers' eyes are on the walls and ceiling. On the lamp... no girl could sit there for a quarter of an hour, and he wasn't that popular with girls or colleagues.Until he was fired, only the sheriff gave him a symbolic gift.
The place where he lived was a rough room with only a bedroom and a living room, which was rented by an old drunk who didn't like to be nosy and didn't like other people to meddle in his business.This is his last month of rent, and after being fired from Scotland Yard, he will have no income, and after this month he will probably be moving into a basement somewhere.
Why was he fired?The reasons for this are complex.The first sign of his expulsion was shown when he arrested the street violent Parnes. Parnes is a guy who likes to kill people with his fists. The so-called tough guy in people's mouth. For a while, the streets were stained with blood because of him. No cop would risk their life to mess with him, and the only reason he got caught by James was because James' bones were hard enough to knock him down before he shattered them.
Parnes kept yelling during the arrest, threatening to tear James to pieces, but James just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered at him: "Come on, I'll be waiting for you, bastard."
"You're so capable, why didn't you go and catch Sarah? Or do you just dare to dominate in your own little world?" Parnes yelled wildly: "You bastard policeman, coward!"
"Who's Sarah?" James asked the sheriff, frowning.
"It's just a criminal's nonsense, mind your own business, or I will fire you." Sergeant Morton said with a cold face.
The second time I heard Sarah's name was during a bank transaction, James rushed into the place where the bullets flew, tried his best to press the leader on the table, and pointed his pistol at him His head and shoulders pierced by bullets were aching.
"Sarah," the man gasped, saliva running down the corner of his mouth, and he murmured, "Sarah asked me to do it."
"Who's Sara?" James glanced at the sheriff, finding that he hadn't noticed, he asked in a low voice.
"It's someone you can't win." The leader smiled slyly, with perverted satisfaction in his smile.
James hit him on the head with the butt of his pistol, carelessly wiping the spattered blood on the dark overcoat.
For the third time, the name Sarah is spoken by a dying woman.At that time, she held James' hand tightly. It was hard to believe that a woman would have such great strength. Maybe it was the strength given to her by the coming death. Even if she poisoned her husband for revenge, she would not More excited and satisfied than this moment.
"Sarah," she said.Then close your eyes forever.
Since then, Sarah's name has appeared more and more in the mouths of different criminals. He is like the Jesus of the criminal world, an emperor who is admired and worshiped. Criminals regard him as salvation and wish to die for him, while the police His name was kept silent by the elders, for he was a man of the most ferocious nature, and so intelligent, that every crime he committed remained at the level of being suspected but never proved.
As James collected more and more information, he became more and more fascinated by Sarah's research. He couldn't understand why Scotland Yard would let such a criminal go.But he knew that from the moment he heard Sarah's name, his purpose in life was set.
He will catch him.
James Potter, would be the one to end Sarah's crime myth.
He became less and less concerned about his work, and was absorbed in collecting materials and inquiring about news. All the photos in his room were replaced by mock sketches of Sarah. Once there were any clues about Sarah, he would Never letting go, he once almost beat a suspect to death for it, when his intentions were exposed in the eyes of the Scottish Sheriff, and he was sacked without mercy.
Life after the expulsion was difficult, but the unquenchable faith in his heart became the one thing that kept James struggling to live, to this day.
He sat down by the window, the room was very quiet, only the wind was blowing outside the window, and the whistling of the branches sounded lonely and eerie.The door behind was suddenly opened.
"I remember locking the door before I went to bed." That was his first reaction.
He turned around, and the bespectacled intruder leaned against the door frame and smiled at him.
"James Potter."
"Sarah," he said firmly, and rose quickly from his chair.
"Don't move. Don't move." The intruder said with a smile. "The guns you hide by the bedside, in the drawers, under the wood on the window sill and in the vase in the corner will not save you."
James restrained his hands from shaking too much: "You know?"
"I'm also investigating you." "Sara" walked in. He looked really young, shorter than James, and looked like a teenager even in a suit, with black hair that was messed up and a strange scar on his forehead. , Behind the black-rimmed glasses are a pair of green eyes.The notorious criminal twirled a pistol as he approached James non-threateningly.
James found himself with nowhere to run, and he watched as the gun was put to his head, his time to die.
Suddenly, the hand holding the gun stopped, and the intruder looked at James, just looking at him. After a long time, the intruder's eyes began to moisten, and his original expression began to collapse.
"I can't do it," he said.
"What?" James looked at him puzzled, feeling dazed for a while.
"I can't do it. I can't do it." The intruder's hand that didn't hold a gun tightly grasped James's skirt, pressed his forehead against his chest, panting slightly because of excitement: "I remembered, I remember who you are, James Potter, my... my father."
With these words, the whole room began to disintegrate, fall, and disappear... Those photos, those criminals' eyes, those guns, that dirty window sill, that gloomy sky and the howling wind... James found that there was nothing around him, only He was left with... the man who was still pressing against his chest.
"Who are you?" James asked.
"Harry Potter." The other party said softly, "My name is, Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter?" James repeated the name subconsciously.
"I am your son, and I am also a phantom that is invading your soul." Harry finally raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and reluctantly let go.
James shook his head. "I don't understand." Is he still a detective?Or someone with the goal of catching criminals?Or is it all fake?
"You have to find your own memory." Harry wiped his eyes and said with some reproach; "Don't get lost in hallucinations. You don't want to kill me, and I don't want to kill you. Wizarding world, remember? Lily, Sirius, Voldemort, Dumbledore..."
James rubbed his hair and interrupted him suddenly: "I remember! But who are you? Where am I? What the hell is going on here?"
"We, um, are in your world." Harry seemed a little at a loss as to how to speak, like a child who got into trouble with his parents
playing with fingers.
"Minecraft?" James looked around, and he couldn't see anything but white and white: "Wow, that sounds cool, but what the hell is it...?"
"I was born on July 31." Harry said, "Because of a July prophecy, you and my mother were killed by Voldemort. In the seven years since I entered Hogwarts when I was ten years old, I, and I My companions, my teacher, Professor Dumbledore, we have always fought Voldemort, and at the age of 17, after a huge sacrifice, we defeated Voldemort - as it should be."
"Is it supposed to be?" James asked. "Did something go wrong?"
"Yes." Harry nodded frankly: "Voldemort divided his soul into seven parts, and it is very commemorative to him
We destroyed each of his souls by destroying them one by one, but Voldemort found Gellert's notes when we destroyed one of them. "
"Who is that?"
"Gellert Grindelwald, the most famous dark wizard before Voldemort." Harry replied: "After he was defeated by Dumbledore, he was imprisoned somewhere. Voldemort found and killed him, but he was imprisoned. Voldemort's research thus fell into Voldemort's hands. It was a... I can't say if it was evil, and I always find it wonderful."
"What is it?" James asked.
"About souls, about magic, about the world." Harry smiled wryly, rubbing his fingers in embarrassment: "Actually, I still haven't been able to understand all of them. After all, it's something that Gellert has devoted his entire talent and time to. If it wasn't for Hermione— Oh, it just so happens that I have a very smart witch friend, although she can't fully understand it, but with her help, I have at least deciphered a lot of it and know its function."
"With the help of that kind of black magic, the soul can go to another world that is exactly the same as it is in, but only to the same person, just like Voldemort. But the negative effect is that there are two souls in the body, and there will be fusion and fight each other until only one remains."
"But you are not my soul, but you can reside in my body?" James asked sharply.
"So I'm not really a soul." Harry said, "I didn't think about dividing my soul like Voldemort did. With my control over the dark arts, I can't do that either. What you see of me It's just a phantom of magic condensation. I don't have power and magic. All my energy comes from you, but after all, this is a big magic spell, so I have been absorbing your magic power to condense myself for so many years. From you From birth. It was the same with Voldemort, since he invaded that body, he has been fighting for the original soul."
"What about my speed?" James asked.
"That is the residue of your own magic power that has not been fully absorbed." Harry said, "But no matter what, I have invaded your soul after all, so we simultaneously appear in different identities in the dangerous world constructed by your subconscious mind." , you kill me, or I kill you, the remaining one occupies the body... But I am not a real soul, just a phantom." Harry smiled: "So I broke free from the restriction, even if I It doesn't matter if it disappears."
"You're going to disappear?" James asked nervously, eyes wide.
"The real me will not be damaged by this." Harry comforted him: "But when I disappear, there is another very dangerous thing."
The author has something to say: It seems that the beginning of this article should be called "It's really not the way you opened it wrong".
In short, this is probably the explanation, sorry, my brain can only hold so much... OTZ
He awoke from his sleep to find himself lying on the bed in pajama pants with a splitting headache.
The cold wind was blowing outside the window. He supported the bedside table with one hand, and with the other hand he took out the glasses frame and put them in front of the glasses. His hair, which was messed up in sleep, stood up in a mess.
It took him a while to remember his own name, James Potter.He has been living a day and night upside-down life recently, in order to investigate the case, and for the damn serial killer.
Yes, he is James Potter, the ex-Scotland police officer who was expelled. His house is full of murder reports and murder photos, especially in the bedroom. Countless murderers' eyes are on the walls and ceiling. On the lamp... no girl could sit there for a quarter of an hour, and he wasn't that popular with girls or colleagues.Until he was fired, only the sheriff gave him a symbolic gift.
The place where he lived was a rough room with only a bedroom and a living room, which was rented by an old drunk who didn't like to be nosy and didn't like other people to meddle in his business.This is his last month of rent, and after being fired from Scotland Yard, he will have no income, and after this month he will probably be moving into a basement somewhere.
Why was he fired?The reasons for this are complex.The first sign of his expulsion was shown when he arrested the street violent Parnes. Parnes is a guy who likes to kill people with his fists. The so-called tough guy in people's mouth. For a while, the streets were stained with blood because of him. No cop would risk their life to mess with him, and the only reason he got caught by James was because James' bones were hard enough to knock him down before he shattered them.
Parnes kept yelling during the arrest, threatening to tear James to pieces, but James just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered at him: "Come on, I'll be waiting for you, bastard."
"You're so capable, why didn't you go and catch Sarah? Or do you just dare to dominate in your own little world?" Parnes yelled wildly: "You bastard policeman, coward!"
"Who's Sarah?" James asked the sheriff, frowning.
"It's just a criminal's nonsense, mind your own business, or I will fire you." Sergeant Morton said with a cold face.
The second time I heard Sarah's name was during a bank transaction, James rushed into the place where the bullets flew, tried his best to press the leader on the table, and pointed his pistol at him His head and shoulders pierced by bullets were aching.
"Sarah," the man gasped, saliva running down the corner of his mouth, and he murmured, "Sarah asked me to do it."
"Who's Sara?" James glanced at the sheriff, finding that he hadn't noticed, he asked in a low voice.
"It's someone you can't win." The leader smiled slyly, with perverted satisfaction in his smile.
James hit him on the head with the butt of his pistol, carelessly wiping the spattered blood on the dark overcoat.
For the third time, the name Sarah is spoken by a dying woman.At that time, she held James' hand tightly. It was hard to believe that a woman would have such great strength. Maybe it was the strength given to her by the coming death. Even if she poisoned her husband for revenge, she would not More excited and satisfied than this moment.
"Sarah," she said.Then close your eyes forever.
Since then, Sarah's name has appeared more and more in the mouths of different criminals. He is like the Jesus of the criminal world, an emperor who is admired and worshiped. Criminals regard him as salvation and wish to die for him, while the police His name was kept silent by the elders, for he was a man of the most ferocious nature, and so intelligent, that every crime he committed remained at the level of being suspected but never proved.
As James collected more and more information, he became more and more fascinated by Sarah's research. He couldn't understand why Scotland Yard would let such a criminal go.But he knew that from the moment he heard Sarah's name, his purpose in life was set.
He will catch him.
James Potter, would be the one to end Sarah's crime myth.
He became less and less concerned about his work, and was absorbed in collecting materials and inquiring about news. All the photos in his room were replaced by mock sketches of Sarah. Once there were any clues about Sarah, he would Never letting go, he once almost beat a suspect to death for it, when his intentions were exposed in the eyes of the Scottish Sheriff, and he was sacked without mercy.
Life after the expulsion was difficult, but the unquenchable faith in his heart became the one thing that kept James struggling to live, to this day.
He sat down by the window, the room was very quiet, only the wind was blowing outside the window, and the whistling of the branches sounded lonely and eerie.The door behind was suddenly opened.
"I remember locking the door before I went to bed." That was his first reaction.
He turned around, and the bespectacled intruder leaned against the door frame and smiled at him.
"James Potter."
"Sarah," he said firmly, and rose quickly from his chair.
"Don't move. Don't move." The intruder said with a smile. "The guns you hide by the bedside, in the drawers, under the wood on the window sill and in the vase in the corner will not save you."
James restrained his hands from shaking too much: "You know?"
"I'm also investigating you." "Sara" walked in. He looked really young, shorter than James, and looked like a teenager even in a suit, with black hair that was messed up and a strange scar on his forehead. , Behind the black-rimmed glasses are a pair of green eyes.The notorious criminal twirled a pistol as he approached James non-threateningly.
James found himself with nowhere to run, and he watched as the gun was put to his head, his time to die.
Suddenly, the hand holding the gun stopped, and the intruder looked at James, just looking at him. After a long time, the intruder's eyes began to moisten, and his original expression began to collapse.
"I can't do it," he said.
"What?" James looked at him puzzled, feeling dazed for a while.
"I can't do it. I can't do it." The intruder's hand that didn't hold a gun tightly grasped James's skirt, pressed his forehead against his chest, panting slightly because of excitement: "I remembered, I remember who you are, James Potter, my... my father."
With these words, the whole room began to disintegrate, fall, and disappear... Those photos, those criminals' eyes, those guns, that dirty window sill, that gloomy sky and the howling wind... James found that there was nothing around him, only He was left with... the man who was still pressing against his chest.
"Who are you?" James asked.
"Harry Potter." The other party said softly, "My name is, Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter?" James repeated the name subconsciously.
"I am your son, and I am also a phantom that is invading your soul." Harry finally raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and reluctantly let go.
James shook his head. "I don't understand." Is he still a detective?Or someone with the goal of catching criminals?Or is it all fake?
"You have to find your own memory." Harry wiped his eyes and said with some reproach; "Don't get lost in hallucinations. You don't want to kill me, and I don't want to kill you. Wizarding world, remember? Lily, Sirius, Voldemort, Dumbledore..."
James rubbed his hair and interrupted him suddenly: "I remember! But who are you? Where am I? What the hell is going on here?"
"We, um, are in your world." Harry seemed a little at a loss as to how to speak, like a child who got into trouble with his parents
playing with fingers.
"Minecraft?" James looked around, and he couldn't see anything but white and white: "Wow, that sounds cool, but what the hell is it...?"
"I was born on July 31." Harry said, "Because of a July prophecy, you and my mother were killed by Voldemort. In the seven years since I entered Hogwarts when I was ten years old, I, and I My companions, my teacher, Professor Dumbledore, we have always fought Voldemort, and at the age of 17, after a huge sacrifice, we defeated Voldemort - as it should be."
"Is it supposed to be?" James asked. "Did something go wrong?"
"Yes." Harry nodded frankly: "Voldemort divided his soul into seven parts, and it is very commemorative to him
We destroyed each of his souls by destroying them one by one, but Voldemort found Gellert's notes when we destroyed one of them. "
"Who is that?"
"Gellert Grindelwald, the most famous dark wizard before Voldemort." Harry replied: "After he was defeated by Dumbledore, he was imprisoned somewhere. Voldemort found and killed him, but he was imprisoned. Voldemort's research thus fell into Voldemort's hands. It was a... I can't say if it was evil, and I always find it wonderful."
"What is it?" James asked.
"About souls, about magic, about the world." Harry smiled wryly, rubbing his fingers in embarrassment: "Actually, I still haven't been able to understand all of them. After all, it's something that Gellert has devoted his entire talent and time to. If it wasn't for Hermione— Oh, it just so happens that I have a very smart witch friend, although she can't fully understand it, but with her help, I have at least deciphered a lot of it and know its function."
"With the help of that kind of black magic, the soul can go to another world that is exactly the same as it is in, but only to the same person, just like Voldemort. But the negative effect is that there are two souls in the body, and there will be fusion and fight each other until only one remains."
"But you are not my soul, but you can reside in my body?" James asked sharply.
"So I'm not really a soul." Harry said, "I didn't think about dividing my soul like Voldemort did. With my control over the dark arts, I can't do that either. What you see of me It's just a phantom of magic condensation. I don't have power and magic. All my energy comes from you, but after all, this is a big magic spell, so I have been absorbing your magic power to condense myself for so many years. From you From birth. It was the same with Voldemort, since he invaded that body, he has been fighting for the original soul."
"What about my speed?" James asked.
"That is the residue of your own magic power that has not been fully absorbed." Harry said, "But no matter what, I have invaded your soul after all, so we simultaneously appear in different identities in the dangerous world constructed by your subconscious mind." , you kill me, or I kill you, the remaining one occupies the body... But I am not a real soul, just a phantom." Harry smiled: "So I broke free from the restriction, even if I It doesn't matter if it disappears."
"You're going to disappear?" James asked nervously, eyes wide.
"The real me will not be damaged by this." Harry comforted him: "But when I disappear, there is another very dangerous thing."
The author has something to say: It seems that the beginning of this article should be called "It's really not the way you opened it wrong".
In short, this is probably the explanation, sorry, my brain can only hold so much... OTZ
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