[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

Under the night, when he was close to the strong attraction produced by the powerful soul sacred weapon, the opponent's nakedness seemed ridiculous to him. Those mediocre people really didn't have the ability to discover this kind of attraction. In terms of it, it is like the relationship between a light and a moth.He can't help finding this place all the time.The only ones who had come with him were the dementors, and Voldemort had been wise to send them to this task, they had a first-class ability to capture souls, but unfortunately they did not have enough magic to resist him.No, it should be said that it was Voldemort's miscalculation. He never thought that his Death Eaters hadn't found his target in the tower.

The mechanism set up by the senior Auror at the door could not stop him at all. There was no one in the room. Well, saving the time and trouble of dealing with vulgar people, he went up to the second floor without hesitation and opened one of the rooms. The door of the guest room, the power of the fresh soul behind this door is too strong to be ignored.Dementors swarmed from all directions.

"I really don't know how to restrain myself." He looked deeply at the young man who was still sleeping on the bed with a subtle expression, a pair of glasses was placed beside the messy black hair on the pillow, and above him was a twisted figure that ordinary wizards couldn't see. It's almost like giving directions to the dementor: "Albus is at a loss? Let me help you." He held out a hand, wearing a hand engraved with The ring of magic runes, this hand pressed the most twisted place on the air.

James continued to walk without resting. He didn't feel tired, so he had no reason to rest. Suddenly, a strong suction grabbed him and easily threw him out of the space, which troubled him for a long time. The danger is so simple that it can be cracked without any effort.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the sudden bright light made him shed a little physiological tears.He raised his hand and rubbed them off, while looking for his glasses habitually, just like every morning when he just woke up.

"Who are you?" He vaguely saw that person sitting on that chair, his short-sightedness made him only able to see the other person's golden hair, until he put on his glasses, the suddenly clear face surprised him, but it wasn't Because of the handsome face: "Well, you look familiar, like the one on the chocolate frog card."

"Chocolate frog card?" The young man raised the corner of his mouth, "The first time Harry Potter brought you to me was not on snacks."

Countless fragments of memories began to come up gradually, and James was surprised to find that all of them were from his childhood, when he met Harry, but he didn't know who Harry was at all, let alone that there was such a thing as magic in the world. something, Harry coaxed him away successfully, and they went to a very high place together...

"I remember that man was dying of old age." James stared suspiciously at the handsome young man in front of him who had nothing to do with the old man at all: "Old and crazy, I thought he... you died Is that you? Grindelwald. You now..." He looked up and down at the young man with blond hair, slender figure, and extremely arrogant temperament, trying to connect with the object in his memory, but finally declared a complete failure: "Makeover, it's a fight with Sirius."

Grindelwald's pink lips were slightly pursed. The first meeting was really bad. At that time, he was still in the shock of being imprisoned. Harry Potter appeared, with a little guy who was always talking badly. Chasing them away, ignoring them, and probably killing them if he hadn't been stripped of his ability to unleash magic in the tower... While both parties were exasperated at the time, they did give him hope.

Harry Potter told him that Grindelwald in another world had researched the magic that could send souls to other worlds, although he didn't want to admit it, but...he knew why he did it.

When he met Albus Dumbledore, he had been using the other party's feelings to achieve his own goals. When he really understood, it was too late, and the two had reached the point of separation.In this world, he chose to curl up in the tower, willingly accepting all these tortures, and no longer thinking about magic, but in another world, regret made him delve deeper, just for one purpose, to let the soul tortured by regret cross over Time and space, modify the past.

Harry reminded him of the malice from Voldemort, as well as the matter of the soul, and he began to accumulate magic. Although it was hard, it was not impossible to do it with someone's help.They even made a deal.

"I still remember that you were taught very badly by me at that time." Grindelwald raised the corners of his mouth, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his fingers, and gracefully saw no threat at all: "But you still don't seem to have learned What is politeness?"

James was getting most of his attention from the wand on the bed, which, if he remembered correctly, was the one James had used in Harry's memory, but just popped out of that memory and fell into his hands... …

He looked at the wand and tried to touch it, but every touch only brought a terrible numbness, too concerned about other things, and he just shook his head at the powerful momentum from the former Dark Lord, with a look No matter what expression you make: "Anyway, I won't take the initiative to kneel in front of you. Although if you use magic, I have nothing to do."

"It seems that you have indeed remembered. I have fulfilled my promise, don't forget what you should return to me." The blond youth gradually disappeared into a puff of smoke, and then the ring engraved with magic patterns fell on the chair , James blinked, belatedly realizing that the other party was just a phantom.

"I'll just say it." He clenched his right fist and punched his left hand, with an expression of sudden realization: "It's not that simple to be handsome."

Although the teasing words were spoken easily, James understood that there were more dangers waiting for him. He quickly calmed down, looked at the wand, and couldn't help rubbing his hair.At least he could understand what Grindelwald meant.At the beginning, Harry made an unbreakable spell with Grindelwald, who didn’t understand anything, maybe it was because when this moment comes, Grindelwald can agree to help him deal with the troubles that may be caused by the memory extraction and the return of magic power. And what he has to do is...

"No matter how you look at it now, I am at a disadvantage, Harry." He said in a low voice, and he didn't mean to complain much. In Grindelwald's eyes, the party with unequal strength cannot get the fairness it deserves.He picked up the ring, put it reluctantly on his right hand, and when he picked up the wand again, everything became easy and simple.The magic power is naturally in line with the wand, and the usage of one spell after another pops up in his mind. Every time he pops up, his wrist can be used freely as if being controlled by someone else. From the sidelines, that kind of proficiency does not show that he It's the first time using magic.

Although it was only a temporary effect brought by the magic, James was already very satisfied.He jumped off the bed, pointed his wand at the window, and Grindelwald's protection was completely over. A large group of dementors shrouded in night mist outside were his first objects to adapt to this kind of plug-in magic.

During that same long night, Sirius was possessed by a Horcrux, Dumbledore lost the use of his left hand, and Grindelwald revived James.All the arrangements, whether it was Harry's or Voldemort's, were starting to work, just waiting for a winner or loser.

James took a deep breath, went downstairs, opened the door and walked to the middle of the yard, a silver hound was jumping around him lively, biting his trousers from time to time, he squatted down and touched its body, softly Say, "See where we can find companions?"

The guardian spirit ran forward, and Moses opened a thin path through the dementors and darkness like a red sea. James followed it. Although the speed he was proud of was gone, perhaps because of the magic, After running for a long time without feeling too tired, the hound stopped in front of James' yard and gradually disappeared.James quietly looked at the scorched house, not as excited as he imagined.Maybe the loved ones are gone, and the house has lost its original meaning.

"James?" James has not recovered, his body has been hugged tightly, almost hugged by this force, the familiar voice called his name happily, and his mood gradually cleared up , laughed and hugged each other: "Sirius!"

Thinking of the things about Sirius in Harry's memory, James felt particularly blocked. When he met him, his strong emotions broke out completely, and he was so excited that he wanted to yell.

"James, what's the matter with you?" Sirius looked at him with concern, the concern in his eyes was so intense that it settled into something similar to sadness.

"Wait." James took a deep breath, let go of him, and said in a hurry, "Wait for me here, don't come over, I'll be right back." After finishing speaking, he ran all the way to the garden and found Thank God, although the surrounding area was burnt to scorched earth, this thing still works. He knelt down, turned on the faucet, and a burst of vigorous water hit his head and face, hitting his face, James grabbed the soil on the ground, whimpered fiercely amidst the sound of water, and then laughed again. The house with memories was completely gone, but Sirius was still alive, and the contradictions collided into strong emotions. Restraint must drive him mad,

Cold water is the most effective containment tool.

One hand helped him turn off the tap, the handsome young man knelt down in front of him and handed him a handkerchief, Sirius' unique lazy voice sounded: "You're so weak, why don't you think you're not sick? ? It doesn’t mean that you will be forced to go to school tomorrow.”

James' wet body shivered in the cold wind, but his expression gradually returned to normal. He didn't say a word and let Sirius rub his face and hair vigorously. warmth.

The ring in his hand suddenly tingled, and his whole hand was going numb. Driven by a force that wasn't James' intention, he involuntarily pulled out his wand.

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked at him in surprise.

"I don't know, there is danger around here." James himself didn't understand where the ring's warning came from. There were only him and Sirius here. He stood up and looked around. Sirius was standing behind him. James intended to She guarded him closely, and didn't care about it.

The author has something to say: In the last update, for the first time, I received messages from four different readers at the same time. I am excited QAQ