[HP Deer Dog] Speed and Magic
Chapter 38
James estimates that this may have been the sixth reorganization, and he still hasn't been able to leave this memory.After the sadness brought about by the last memory subsided, this state made him very anxious.He's got his name and his past back, and according to Harry, he shouldn't be stuck here any longer.
"Can you hear me? I have to get out. Voldemort knows everything in advance. He knows everyone's weaknesses. While I'm trapped here, everyone may be in danger, and Sirius... Sirius..." Gritting his teeth, James wanted to punch somewhere, and he blurted out, "Whoever it is, do you hear me! I can't stay here forever!"
It's a pity that no one responded to him, and the reorganized space was very dark, and he couldn't see anything.James belatedly remembered that he was still holding the wand of memory, and he tapped on the end of the wand, trying to whack some useful miracle.
A ray of light came out of his hand and pierced his eyes fiercely through the glasses. He covered his glasses and took a step back. The surroundings were illuminated, an empty environment with nothing.James was a little dazed, wondering why there was such a place in Harry's memory.Could this be another shadow brought to him by Voldemort?
"Prongs?" A magnetic and hoarse voice sounded uncertainly in front of him.
James raised his wand and saw the tall, long-haired man in front of him clearly. Those familiar gray eyes had a velvet-like soft light. In the ruthless polishing of time, these eyes were always exactly the same as when they were teenagers.
"Sirius!" James smiled in surprise, and couldn't help rushing forward to hug him.He still remembered the heart-piercing pain that Sirius caused him when he fell in the veil in the last memory. Could it be that Harry's memory was inaccurate?Sirius didn't actually
dead?
"Wait—" Before Sirius stopped him anxiously, James had already passed through his body and fell heavily to the ground, grinning in pain.
Sirius paused, lowered his head, and looked at the boy on the ground with complicated eyes: "So you are another one."
Covering his nose, James picked up his wand and got up. He took off the glasses that were hitting heavily on the bridge of his nose. He said in a panic, "Sirius, you... have you become transparent?" He stretched out his hand again, this hand Accurately passed through Sirius' shoulders, with an icy temperature.
"I'm dead." Sirius looked helplessly at James' face about to cry, and said tolerantly, "There is no way."
"You turned into a ghost?" James asked in astonishment, "Go back to Hogwarts as a ghost?"
Sirius showed a bit of embarrassment: "This... I don't know either. I just walked on."
"Go down?" James repeated, puzzled. "What's down there?"
"I don't know." Sirius seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't, and finally the corners of his mouth turned into a weak smile: "You can only know if you walk in the dark without looking back, and you will always reach the end."
"Can I accompany you?" James asked expectantly. "Can I walk with you for a while?"
Sirius was finally laughing this time: "No." He repeated, but his voice trembled slightly: "Absolutely not." He raised his hands and placed them on James' shoulders, and James felt no force, only There was no temperature in the cold, Sirius came a little closer, and gently leaned closer to James. From the side angle, the movements of the two people were exactly the same as hugging, but only they knew that this was just a little bit created in nothingness. illusion.The middle-aged Sirius lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the young James, softly like a pair of lovers: "James, we have violated so many school rules. We hope to break many rules and do a lot. But, look, we No one can break the bondage of death. I can only obey it..."
"And meet the one you really want, at the end," James said, his voice trembling so that the whole sentence fell apart, but Sirius understood, and he made a mocking complaint: "Yeah, even if The worlds are converging, and I can't always see what you'll be like when you're 40."
He looked at James' face in a daze: "You are still so young, just as I remember. I am old and much more boring than you can imagine."
There was an urge, James wanted to say a lot, Sirius let go of his hand and stopped him clearly: "Don't, save some surprises for the end."
A heavy silence fell, until Sirius said softly: "James, don't pity the dead. We choose to accept death bravely. This is not condescension and cowardice. When the speeding time is near the end, those unruly souls will have courage, Patiently crossing the border between life and death, many things are lost, but the most important thing is always in the heart, giving strength and emotion. The border is just a long, long road. Now I will continue to walk."
"Then let me light the way for you," said James, his eyes shining like fire, and he raised his wand: "It's not much, and it's not too bright, but I want to You share. Even if this illuminated path is not part of your long journey.”
"How much do seven years take up in 36 years?" Sirius said: "Maybe it's not long, but once you send me with your light, I will feel more at ease in the long and lonely."
He took a deep breath: "I'm going to go down. I won't look back, and you don't want to catch up, it's decided."
He brushed against James' arm, and when the icy cold was getting farther and farther away, James gritted his teeth and did not stop him, did not follow him forward, but stubbornly stood on tiptoe, raised his wand as high as he could, and looked at the transparent The figure reflecting the light walked towards the boundary between light and darkness step by step. James couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart was raised at that moment. Sirius seemed to pause for a moment, or it might just be James' illusion... Sirius walked on, walked in and was lost in the darkness.
he's gone.James tried to raise his wand higher again. The outstretched arms, tiptoes and tensed body were already the limit. He relaxed his body a little and tensed up again, but he still couldn't do it.He lowered his wand sadly.
No one came again, except James, clutching an old glowing wand and their lonely shadows.
child.
Everything is like a dream.
James looked in the direction Sirius was coming from. If this is the boundary between life and death, and if Sirius is going in the direction of death, then going the other way, wouldn't that be the key to leaving here?
The gigantic snake swam and hissed non-stop around the chair as it slid past everyone's feet recklessly and mortally.The Death Eaters lowered their heads and did not dare to vent their breath, let alone make any protests. On the chair behind the snake was their master.
Voldemort supported his chin with one hand, his heart was not as peaceful as his appearance, it was ridiculous, since two supreme souls were stuffed into his body, they refused to compromise for each other, foreseeing all stuffed The former soul is full of resentment, thinking that the original soul wasted his time, and the original soul only wanted to squeeze out the latecomer. When he spent more time and found that he couldn't do it, he made up his mind to absorb him.They all know that it is one thing to divide the soul into seven parts, and another thing to surrender the sovereignty of the body.
They don't regard each other as human beings, let alone as another self. In their hearts, the Dark Lord is supreme, and there is only one Dark Lord, but it is definitely not the other party!If the very existence of your soul poses a threat, get rid of it.Perhaps because of this arrogance, the fights between them became more numerous. They increased their strength to oppress each other at the same time, but they were restless because of their equal strength.Voldemorts fought wars for sovereignty from time to time, and hated it to the core.
And now, temporarily the person who inserts is in control of the body, but he is very clear that the other self will hide in the dark to accumulate strength, waiting for the counterattack in the near future, this cognition is affirmed by the consensus—a body Entering two incompatible souls at the same time is indeed too crowded.
"My master, please forgive me!"
These idiots.Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, anger welled up in his heart, and he forcibly suppressed it. After dying once, he became more cautious, and he did not trust anyone, and he personally took care of matters related to his own life, because he knew that all his subordinates It's a bunch of cunning and opportunistic people.
"It's just a small task." Voldemort said hoarsely, "Don't tell me you didn't do it!"
The threat and malice contained in the words made the Death Eaters tremble, Bellatrix fell on the ground, despite the fear in her heart, she couldn't stop the little obsession in her heart, and raised her head pitifully: "But, my master , he wasn't there, when I found out, he was gone."
"Missing? You better not lie to me..."
"Bella will never lie to the master!" cried the faithful woman, crawling to grab his robes.
Voldemort's clenched fists were the most heinous loss of control, second only to the lingering presence of the "Saviour" kid, interfering in his acquisition of the Deathly Hallows.He never thought that the great Dark Arts could be broken with the abilities of those stupid Gryffindors, and he never really thought that they had mastered its subtleties.But if Grindelwald is not in the place where he is imprisoned... if Grindelwald is also intervening...
"Go away." He said coldly to the servant at his feet.
"Master, I wish I hadn't..." Bella yelled in horror.
"Didn't it hurt me? No." Voldemort said contemptuously: "For such an important matter, of course I will have a countermeasure."
"Oh, wise master..."
If Grindelwald did escape, Voldemort thought casually, what would he do?Who will he go to?A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, causing him to show a cold smile. It seemed that there would be more than two murders tonight.
A throb of magic came more quickly and accurately than an alarm, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and piercing: it's time.Time to get rid of Dumbledore.If Dumbledore's death still leads to Grindelwald...
Thinking of the effect of the trap that they set up, the two souls trembled at the same time.
This is Voldemort stepping here again after many years, Hogsmeade Avenue, the dark storefronts, the foggy black mountains in the distance and the winding path that extends to Hogwarts ahead, and the view from the window of the three broomsticks. out of the light.He smiled contemptuously, and when he was rejected by Dumbledore, he swore that it would be Dumbledore's death to step here again, another him in the depths, weak but still viciously reminding him of his failure here : Lost to Harry Potter and his group of ignorant and stupid friends.Voldemort's gaze grew colder, and it wasn't just the effect of the nearby Dementors.
Seizing the Ministry of Magic, pulling away the dementors, inducing werewolves, absorbing mountain monsters... These are all easy things, and there are only two factors that make him worry, Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Of the two, the most threatening is still the latter.
Dumbledore came from the other side of the road, he looked tired and dusty, Voldemort knew he hadn't found anything after many hard fights, Dumbledore was always one step behind him, this time he will be completely thrown at the end.
Voldemort hid himself and waited quietly.
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"Can you hear me? I have to get out. Voldemort knows everything in advance. He knows everyone's weaknesses. While I'm trapped here, everyone may be in danger, and Sirius... Sirius..." Gritting his teeth, James wanted to punch somewhere, and he blurted out, "Whoever it is, do you hear me! I can't stay here forever!"
It's a pity that no one responded to him, and the reorganized space was very dark, and he couldn't see anything.James belatedly remembered that he was still holding the wand of memory, and he tapped on the end of the wand, trying to whack some useful miracle.
A ray of light came out of his hand and pierced his eyes fiercely through the glasses. He covered his glasses and took a step back. The surroundings were illuminated, an empty environment with nothing.James was a little dazed, wondering why there was such a place in Harry's memory.Could this be another shadow brought to him by Voldemort?
"Prongs?" A magnetic and hoarse voice sounded uncertainly in front of him.
James raised his wand and saw the tall, long-haired man in front of him clearly. Those familiar gray eyes had a velvet-like soft light. In the ruthless polishing of time, these eyes were always exactly the same as when they were teenagers.
"Sirius!" James smiled in surprise, and couldn't help rushing forward to hug him.He still remembered the heart-piercing pain that Sirius caused him when he fell in the veil in the last memory. Could it be that Harry's memory was inaccurate?Sirius didn't actually
dead?
"Wait—" Before Sirius stopped him anxiously, James had already passed through his body and fell heavily to the ground, grinning in pain.
Sirius paused, lowered his head, and looked at the boy on the ground with complicated eyes: "So you are another one."
Covering his nose, James picked up his wand and got up. He took off the glasses that were hitting heavily on the bridge of his nose. He said in a panic, "Sirius, you... have you become transparent?" He stretched out his hand again, this hand Accurately passed through Sirius' shoulders, with an icy temperature.
"I'm dead." Sirius looked helplessly at James' face about to cry, and said tolerantly, "There is no way."
"You turned into a ghost?" James asked in astonishment, "Go back to Hogwarts as a ghost?"
Sirius showed a bit of embarrassment: "This... I don't know either. I just walked on."
"Go down?" James repeated, puzzled. "What's down there?"
"I don't know." Sirius seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't, and finally the corners of his mouth turned into a weak smile: "You can only know if you walk in the dark without looking back, and you will always reach the end."
"Can I accompany you?" James asked expectantly. "Can I walk with you for a while?"
Sirius was finally laughing this time: "No." He repeated, but his voice trembled slightly: "Absolutely not." He raised his hands and placed them on James' shoulders, and James felt no force, only There was no temperature in the cold, Sirius came a little closer, and gently leaned closer to James. From the side angle, the movements of the two people were exactly the same as hugging, but only they knew that this was just a little bit created in nothingness. illusion.The middle-aged Sirius lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the young James, softly like a pair of lovers: "James, we have violated so many school rules. We hope to break many rules and do a lot. But, look, we No one can break the bondage of death. I can only obey it..."
"And meet the one you really want, at the end," James said, his voice trembling so that the whole sentence fell apart, but Sirius understood, and he made a mocking complaint: "Yeah, even if The worlds are converging, and I can't always see what you'll be like when you're 40."
He looked at James' face in a daze: "You are still so young, just as I remember. I am old and much more boring than you can imagine."
There was an urge, James wanted to say a lot, Sirius let go of his hand and stopped him clearly: "Don't, save some surprises for the end."
A heavy silence fell, until Sirius said softly: "James, don't pity the dead. We choose to accept death bravely. This is not condescension and cowardice. When the speeding time is near the end, those unruly souls will have courage, Patiently crossing the border between life and death, many things are lost, but the most important thing is always in the heart, giving strength and emotion. The border is just a long, long road. Now I will continue to walk."
"Then let me light the way for you," said James, his eyes shining like fire, and he raised his wand: "It's not much, and it's not too bright, but I want to You share. Even if this illuminated path is not part of your long journey.”
"How much do seven years take up in 36 years?" Sirius said: "Maybe it's not long, but once you send me with your light, I will feel more at ease in the long and lonely."
He took a deep breath: "I'm going to go down. I won't look back, and you don't want to catch up, it's decided."
He brushed against James' arm, and when the icy cold was getting farther and farther away, James gritted his teeth and did not stop him, did not follow him forward, but stubbornly stood on tiptoe, raised his wand as high as he could, and looked at the transparent The figure reflecting the light walked towards the boundary between light and darkness step by step. James couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart was raised at that moment. Sirius seemed to pause for a moment, or it might just be James' illusion... Sirius walked on, walked in and was lost in the darkness.
he's gone.James tried to raise his wand higher again. The outstretched arms, tiptoes and tensed body were already the limit. He relaxed his body a little and tensed up again, but he still couldn't do it.He lowered his wand sadly.
No one came again, except James, clutching an old glowing wand and their lonely shadows.
child.
Everything is like a dream.
James looked in the direction Sirius was coming from. If this is the boundary between life and death, and if Sirius is going in the direction of death, then going the other way, wouldn't that be the key to leaving here?
The gigantic snake swam and hissed non-stop around the chair as it slid past everyone's feet recklessly and mortally.The Death Eaters lowered their heads and did not dare to vent their breath, let alone make any protests. On the chair behind the snake was their master.
Voldemort supported his chin with one hand, his heart was not as peaceful as his appearance, it was ridiculous, since two supreme souls were stuffed into his body, they refused to compromise for each other, foreseeing all stuffed The former soul is full of resentment, thinking that the original soul wasted his time, and the original soul only wanted to squeeze out the latecomer. When he spent more time and found that he couldn't do it, he made up his mind to absorb him.They all know that it is one thing to divide the soul into seven parts, and another thing to surrender the sovereignty of the body.
They don't regard each other as human beings, let alone as another self. In their hearts, the Dark Lord is supreme, and there is only one Dark Lord, but it is definitely not the other party!If the very existence of your soul poses a threat, get rid of it.Perhaps because of this arrogance, the fights between them became more numerous. They increased their strength to oppress each other at the same time, but they were restless because of their equal strength.Voldemorts fought wars for sovereignty from time to time, and hated it to the core.
And now, temporarily the person who inserts is in control of the body, but he is very clear that the other self will hide in the dark to accumulate strength, waiting for the counterattack in the near future, this cognition is affirmed by the consensus—a body Entering two incompatible souls at the same time is indeed too crowded.
"My master, please forgive me!"
These idiots.Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, anger welled up in his heart, and he forcibly suppressed it. After dying once, he became more cautious, and he did not trust anyone, and he personally took care of matters related to his own life, because he knew that all his subordinates It's a bunch of cunning and opportunistic people.
"It's just a small task." Voldemort said hoarsely, "Don't tell me you didn't do it!"
The threat and malice contained in the words made the Death Eaters tremble, Bellatrix fell on the ground, despite the fear in her heart, she couldn't stop the little obsession in her heart, and raised her head pitifully: "But, my master , he wasn't there, when I found out, he was gone."
"Missing? You better not lie to me..."
"Bella will never lie to the master!" cried the faithful woman, crawling to grab his robes.
Voldemort's clenched fists were the most heinous loss of control, second only to the lingering presence of the "Saviour" kid, interfering in his acquisition of the Deathly Hallows.He never thought that the great Dark Arts could be broken with the abilities of those stupid Gryffindors, and he never really thought that they had mastered its subtleties.But if Grindelwald is not in the place where he is imprisoned... if Grindelwald is also intervening...
"Go away." He said coldly to the servant at his feet.
"Master, I wish I hadn't..." Bella yelled in horror.
"Didn't it hurt me? No." Voldemort said contemptuously: "For such an important matter, of course I will have a countermeasure."
"Oh, wise master..."
If Grindelwald did escape, Voldemort thought casually, what would he do?Who will he go to?A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, causing him to show a cold smile. It seemed that there would be more than two murders tonight.
A throb of magic came more quickly and accurately than an alarm, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and piercing: it's time.Time to get rid of Dumbledore.If Dumbledore's death still leads to Grindelwald...
Thinking of the effect of the trap that they set up, the two souls trembled at the same time.
This is Voldemort stepping here again after many years, Hogsmeade Avenue, the dark storefronts, the foggy black mountains in the distance and the winding path that extends to Hogwarts ahead, and the view from the window of the three broomsticks. out of the light.He smiled contemptuously, and when he was rejected by Dumbledore, he swore that it would be Dumbledore's death to step here again, another him in the depths, weak but still viciously reminding him of his failure here : Lost to Harry Potter and his group of ignorant and stupid friends.Voldemort's gaze grew colder, and it wasn't just the effect of the nearby Dementors.
Seizing the Ministry of Magic, pulling away the dementors, inducing werewolves, absorbing mountain monsters... These are all easy things, and there are only two factors that make him worry, Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Of the two, the most threatening is still the latter.
Dumbledore came from the other side of the road, he looked tired and dusty, Voldemort knew he hadn't found anything after many hard fights, Dumbledore was always one step behind him, this time he will be completely thrown at the end.
Voldemort hid himself and waited quietly.
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