[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

"Harry, you're disappearing." James felt a palpitation even though he was incorporeal at the moment.

"It's okay. Really." Harry said calmly, "But you are the one who is in danger. If I disappear, the memories left in the phantom may affect you."

"What?" James asked.

"The memory of Harry Potter attached to me will affect you. If you can't break free, you will always be immersed in sleep and cannot wake up." Harry said: "So, no matter what you see, no matter what happens , remember your identity, you are not me. I... I am not you either. "

"I know. I..." James froze, and now he felt weird, whether it was Harry's identity or his: "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. You're not really my father." Harry smiled, his body gradually became light-colored and transparent, and his voice began to be ethereal: "My father died at the hands of Voldemort, He bravely did what he should do, he protected me and gave me the opportunity to grow into a protector. And you, you are another person, you have another life."

"Remember, no matter what you saw." As the speed of disappearing accelerated, Harry reached out and grabbed James' arm, and his voice became more urgent: "No matter what you have experienced as me, remember, you just In a world created from my memory, that is false. You are not me. There is someone more real waiting for you, and you must escape the phantoms that are gone!"

17-year-old James Potter, watching the 17-year-old Harry Potter gradually disappear, he felt the temperature from a phantom.

The world of consciousness collapsed again, and the world of consciousness reorganized again.

"Harry!" A girl cried and pushed James' arm. James found himself lying face up on the ground with burning pain all over his body. He blinked and squeezed the blood from his eyes. No brains, he was sure his name wasn't Harry, but who was he?

"Lumos," he whispered, and though he didn't know why he said it, the thing in his hand glowed.

"Ron!" yelled the girl beside him, and James saw a dog dragging a boy back into a gaping hole in the base of a huge tree. The roots held on, and then with a loud bang like a gunshot, the boy's leg snapped and in the blink of an eye his feet were lost.

"Harry, we've got to get help..."

"No." James murmured, he didn't know why he was denying, but something seemed to be controlling his decision, telling him that denying was the right thing to do: "Don't look for anyone, Her...Hermione. "

His mind showed the current situation, like a game, and he didn't care whether he accepted it or not: he, Hermione and Ron were three good friends, Ron was captured by a big dog, they He must be rescued.But they couldn't get past the Whomping Willow, which is a terrible tree.

A big cat named Crookshanks, Hermione's pet, walked between the branches and pressed a knot on the trunk, causing the branch to stop.Hermione's grip on James' arm was tight and painful.

"Let's go," said James, and they walked down the passage quickly and hurriedly, Hermione looked very worried, and James still had no sense of reality, but for some reason, he could only choose to continue exploring.

"I think we're screaming shack," Hermione said suddenly, and James realized they were in a room before he knew it.There was a noise upstairs, and they continued to grope, and James was surprised to find that he was neither nervous nor frightened, as if it was just an ordinary walk.

They went upstairs and entered a door following the meowing of cats. They saw Ron at a glance. He was holding one of his legs, stretching his leg unnaturally. Hermione rushed to him: "Ron, you Are you okay?"

But James just noticed the man in the shadows, unglamorous, tortured, dirty and tangled hair, as thin as a skeleton.

"He's Sirius Black!" Ron endured the pain and said, "Harry, this is a trap."

"Disarmament," Sirius said hoarsely, pointing his wand at them, and James and Hermione dropped the wands from their hands, flying high in the air, being caught by Sirius, and he took a step forward , staring at James, who was still looking at him.

"I thought you'd come to help a friend," he said hoarsely, and his voice sounded like he hadn't spoken in a long time:

"Your father would do the same to me. How brave of you..."

"What are you doing?" James interrupted him. He didn't know why he asked, but the background had already appeared in his mind: this is Sirius Black, who betrayed James Potter and was imprisoned. Azkaban for 12 years, and now he escaped from prison and stood here to kill Harry Potter.But, he just wanted to ask: "Sirius, what are you doing?"

Ron and Hermione stared at him dumbfounded, as if he had suddenly turned into a lunatic, they even forgot to hold James, and even Sirius showed a somewhat bewildered expression: "Harry?"

In fact, James felt angry, not from anything, but from this person in front of him, such a Sirius made him angry.He took a few steps forward, and a sudden impulse sent him running forward into Sirius, and they fell to the ground at the same time, James on top of him, not caring that the other was an adult, and he was short and thin, only 13 age.Sirius didn't raise his wand in time, James took the opportunity to firmly hold down the wand in his hand, put it across Sirius' neck, and pressed both ends tightly, but James' current strength was not enough to press the wand. until he was out of breath.

"Where did you learn this trick?" Sirius raised his head vigorously, grasping James' arm skillfully, his voice became hoarse.

"Why?" said James, his voice not much better than Sirius'.

"Harry!" Ron stumbled to his feet, his face pale with pain: "If you're going to kill Harry! Then you're going to kill us too! You have to kill us all!"

"Lie down," Sirius said calmly to Ron, still staring at James, something flickering in his dark eyes.

"Tell me, why?" James found his hands shaking.

"Are you going to kill me, Harry," whispered Sirius.

"Shut up! Sirius Black won't betray James Potter, I know!" James said furiously, "Tell me, Sirius, why did you make yourself like this for a mistake that wasn't yours?"

"Harry, what are you talking about!" Ron exclaimed in astonishment.

Sirius's sunken eyes looked even darker, and he said slowly, "Why do you think that?"

"Because you've always done it this way!" James roared, as if he had an endless temper facing him: "What about your life? James Potter died, and then? What did you do? Why did you enter?" Azkaban instead of running and rebelling? Why make yourself so miserable?"

"Harry!" Sirius looked shocked, while Ron and Hermione fell into a state of total aphasia.

James wrung the wand in Sirius's hand, as if he wanted to hang him like this, there was a sound of low footsteps downstairs, a spark exploded the door, Sirius looked very collapsed, he was bloodless The face looked even more lifeless.

"Professor Lupine!" Hermione yelled.

"Expelliarmus!" Lupine yelled.

The wand between James and Sirius flew out of his hand, Sirius let go of his fingers obediently, and James remained on top of Sirius, staring at him.They all ignored Lupine.

"Why so angry, Harry," whispered Sirius, "I killed your parents."

This sentence missed James' temper like a needle, and he felt powerless and sad: "You are wrong, Sirius." He hugged Sirius' thin shoulders tightly, and said softly: "I am giving birth to James. Angry at Mbott, he made you like this."

The second crash and reorganization.James found himself walking down the sidewalk with a strange group of people, taller than he was 13, and their names kept popping up in his head, Remus Lupine, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alatos Moody...

"Read it and remember it," Moody said gruffly, thrusting a piece of parchment into James' hands, and holding up his glowing wand to illuminate the words on the paper: "And think about them. "

James was thinking intently, and just as he thought of 12 Grimmauld Place, a dilapidated door appeared out of nowhere, with dirty walls and gloomy windows. James followed the group across the threshold and asked Soggy, dusty, and sweetly rotten.Others filed in.He saw Hermione and Ron again, in addition to a bunch of Weasley children who were older or younger than him, and he watched him lose his temper coldly, and then they chatted, it was still such an unreal scene, It's not like his experience, but he is experiencing it again. Speaking of which, who is he?

Until the portrait of the scary old lady began to curse, a man with long black hair rushed out from a door opposite James and pulled the curtain: "Shut up! You horrible old witch!" Together with Lupine, he and Lupine worked together to draw the curtain.

Panting slightly, Sirius pushed back the long black hair that blocked his eyes, turned around and looked at James: "Hello, Harry." He said with a straight face, "It seems that you have already seen me mother."

"I'm impressed." James nodded, pointing to his head: "Second only to my Uncle Vernon."

Sirius was not amused by him, but looked blunt and indifferent: "This is my parents' house, and I am the only one left in the Black family, so this house belongs to me now, and I will give it to Dumbledore as the headquarters-I probably That’s all it’s worth.”

"Deeply suspicious." James said, raising his eyebrows. "You're my godfather." They came to the table, and Mrs. Weasley, which was an automatic note in James' mind, was busy in the kitchen.They greeted Mundungus.Sirius casually scratched the big ginger cat's ears: "How are you doing this summer vacation?"

"No, it's terrible," James blurted out.

"...I've been stuck in the house for a month." Sirius said dejectedly, "...the only thing I can do is clean up."

"Sirius, this wine glass is not bad." Mundungus looked at a goblet carefully, not caring what they were talking about at all.

Sirius looked at the cup in disgust. "Sterling silver, made by goblins in the fifteenth century."

"Be careful, he'll steal it." James also ignored Mundungus and said to Sirius, "He's already appraising it."

Amid Mundungus' muttering protests, Sirius finally had a little smile in his eyes: "Let him do whatever he wants. I don't care if the house is demolished."

"Okay, why don't you tell me some useful information? Quietly." James lowered his voice, pointing his index finger suggestively at Mrs. Weasley who was busy with them: "I don't think she seems easy to deal with? If I'm under her surveillance, I probably won't be able to ask questions freely."

Sirius laughed and rubbed James' head hard.

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