[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

The Invisibility Cloak, the third Deathly Hallows.

Voldemort has been looking for it, but has never found anything. In the end, the dark lord, who was extremely disappointed, once thought that Harry had melted the invisibility cloak into James' soul. Lost his parents.Even so, he didn't get what he wanted, and the invisibility cloak seemed to disappear in this world, and his whereabouts were unknown.If it wasn't for the fact that the legend of the poet Beedle still existed, he even wondered if the legend of the invisibility cloak didn't exist in this world.

Only James, recalling everything from Harry's memory, knows where the Hallows are.On the day Harry and he found Grindelwald, Harry gave Grindelwald the Invisibility Cloak.Only the descendants of the real three brothers can use it, which is why Harry is so relieved, but James can't understand why Grindelwald only gave him a ring, what about the invisibility cloak?

However, if he was asked to retrieve them one by one, between the Sword of Gryffindor and the Invisibility Cloak, James made a judgment based on his temperament and chose the former without hesitation.Only those recognized by Gryffindor can get the Sword of Gryffindor. This is no longer a tool to improve magic power, but a proof of integrity test.What's more, there is probably nothing more refreshing than cutting off the grudge with Voldemort with the sword of Gryffindor.

The dawn dawned, and the darkness of a night was about to dissipate. James stood in the village of Hogsmeade, breathing the slightly heavy midsummer air, and felt that this early summer was like a thing in his previous life, suddenly becoming very far away.In the morning light, the guarding dementors should have dispersed a lot, after all, this is not their favorite environment.They need to sneak into Hogwarts to take out the sword of Gryffindor, which may be dangerous, and it may waste a lot of time. It is more likely that they will directly confront Voldemort, but this is not an option for James. .

At this time, there was a sound of music in the distance. The sound was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it was exciting to hear.James gripped his wand tightly, and for a moment he was surrounded by worries about whether the thing could function properly, but soon a crimson bird fell from the sky to dispel his worries, and Dumbledore suddenly appeared just like that.Before James had time to be pleasantly surprised, he felt a little guilty. Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with anger, and he looked a lot like the younger version of him that Grindelwald had simulated, but James knew they were not the same person.

Before Dumbledore questioned them, James, as a naughty boy who had experienced many mistakes-admitting mistakes, based on years of accumulated experience after making troubles, said hello first: "Hi, principal. I know you are very angry, But there is a reason why Harry didn't tell you, after all, he is a student you have personally trained for seven years, so how can there be any reason for the teacher to take action when the student is in front?" He paused, blinked his eyes, and looked innocent Said: "You don't want to hear others say afterward that the students you teach can't be alone, do you?"

There was a moment of silence, as if Dumbledore was trying to calm himself down, and then he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Uh..." James choked for a moment, and only then did he realize that Harry had never looked for Dumbledore, which meant that Dumbledore didn't know what happened, and he didn't blame himself.

"I just want to say that I hope to get a Gryffindor sword." James covered his heart, pretending to be dying, trying to use these slapstick jokes to make fun of everything he just accidentally revealed: "It's so good The victory will be brought back to you. Before that, you don’t need to worry about anything, you just need to sit back and enjoy the achievements like a lord.”

Dumbledore's blue eyes glanced at the ring on James' finger, and James smiled along, retracting his fingers, doing powerless hiding and resistance, when Dumbledore looked at Sirius, he also backed away Taking a step, the corners of their mouths curled up uncomfortably. The two children seemed to be full of secrets, but they were still blinking more innocently in front of him than the other.

The familiar magic runes were engraved on that ring. In Dumbledore's mind, a guess might have been formed at that time, no, it might have been formed a long time ago.

Dumbledore released Fawkes and said calmly, "Do you know what you're doing, James."

"I know." James said seriously.

"You didn't have to do this," said Dumbledore, but his tone was not serious.

"I guess there's nothing wrong with responsibility, as long as it falls on me and I don't run away." James said

Shrugging his shoulders, he rubbed his hair, as if he didn't know how to continue speaking, and then he felt that he had already expressed his meaning clearly, so there was no need to continue.

Their conversation was interrupted by Fawkes' reappearance, and James realized it had brought something he hadn't expected, a tattered pointed hat.

"Hmm..." James looked at it complicatedly: "I guess it's the Sorting Hat? Sirius wrote it in the letter. Right, Sirius?" He turned his head and touched his companion's belly with his elbow. Sirius snorted, feeling uncomfortable in front of Dumbledore, but he quickly cleared his throat: "Yeah, James, it seems that Dumbledore wants to sort you here? "

"Take it," said Dumbledore curtly. "If your courage is as powerful as you say, James, you'll know how to use it." Looking at Sirius cautiously, he asked his opinion: "What a weird meeting, what do you... think?"

Sirius didn't speak, and released his magic power to investigate carefully. After confirming that Dumbledore had indeed taken Fawkes away, he smiled and proved what he wanted to do with actions. He picked up the Sorting Hat and put It buckled on James' head: "Don't worry, it will tell you."

Despite his mental preparation, James was taken aback when the Sorting Hat really opened its mouth wide and began to speak: "Yes, I will tell you, you... oh, this is the first time I have given such a big mouth." As for the younger students, if you want to start from the first grade, you have to be mentally prepared, you will be surrounded by a group of annoying little guys who are stronger than you."

"Hurry up, hat." Sirius said softly, his voice full of unspeakable threats, the Sorting Hat twisted its body, James' eyes were completely suppressed by the low Sorting Hat, and he pulled off the obstructing chair. Glasses, push up the hat, there is no tension in my heart, as if I have long been sure of my belonging.

"Ah, I can sense the magical fluctuations in your body," the Sorting Hat clattered and made a strange voice: "Gryffindor and Slytherin, you can go to both. As far as I personally recommend, you are more suitable for Slytherin." Lytherin, how should I put it? After all, the black magic belonging to Slytherin is stronger."

Before James jumped up to protest dissatisfaction, Sirius bent down and laughed heartily: "Slytherin?!" He covered his stomach, as if laughing until his stomach hurts: "You mean he also Time to be in Slytherin? When did the bar get so low for Slytherin?"

He reached for the hat, but James dodged it.

"Who are you?" James looked at him, a faint and uncontrollable anger showed fiercely through those eyes: "You are not Sirius."

"I was just joking." Sirius straightened up, showing a seriously hurt expression, and his magnetic voice was full of persuasiveness: "You can't doubt me because of this, James, you never doubt your companions."

James just looked at him, still alert, not answering, but waiting for him to say more.

"Jimmy." It's like the old-fashioned sigh that Sirius would let out when he was a child, every time James' mischief made Sirius unable to resist, and the effect was magnified several times through this charming face. Sirius approached James slowly, spread his hands and smiled harmlessly: "You don't doubt your friends, remember?"

It's time for a good show here, thought the malicious Soul Fragment gleefully, a little amusement before the big thing is done, a good show of best friends fighting each other, and the one who survives is his powerful vessel.

He continued to say bewitchingly: "Do you remember how I died in another world? Because you never doubted your friends. You believed the wrong person, which led to your death, and let me die in Azkaban. I was imprisoned here for 12 years." His tone added a bit of accusation appropriately: "Listen to what other people say about you in that world..."

He waved his hand casually, and powerful magic power swelled out, and words from various voices filled James' surroundings:

"James Potter, that bullying rich second generation, completely incompetent, escaped from Voldemort's hand three times by luck, what's there to like..."

"Tsk tsk, I really can't stand why James Potter is so stupid, never suspecting that Peter Pettigrew will betray, ignorant egomaniac..."

"A brainless Gryffindor, it's too stupid to blindly believe in friends, it must be because he is too arrogant, he deserves to die..."

"What kind of thing is James Potter? He dared to rob Snape for a girl, and even killed Sirius. If it wasn't for the savior's father, no one would care about him!..."

"What is James Potter? Why should Sirius go to jail for him? The bluffing mindless egomaniac is the most disgusting. Sirius should like another person who is dozens of times better than him, like Voldemort Better than liking him!..."

"James Potter? Isn't he just a reckless guy who only knows how to play Quidditch, the only good thing he has done is to fight against Death Eaters, he is so stupid, I am really worthless for Sirius..."

"Actually, James Potter is not only jealous of Snape, but also of Sirius. Sirius is prettier than him and smarter than him. How can a person like him never be jealous? Maybe it's because of Dumbledore's arrangement that they just Will be friends, Dumbledore wants to use Sirius..."

"James Potter never regarded Peter Pettigrew as a good friend at all, didn't he see that he always bullied him? He deserved Peter Pettigrew's betrayal, who told him to be so bad..."

"James Potter deserves to die..."

Countless malicious and distorted black speeches kept spreading, and all kinds of voices mingled together, surrounding James Potter. With the volume that would explode his brain, every word was so incomparable. clear.

"It seems that they really hate you, James." leisurely admiring the boy's hand that held the sorting hat tightly until his veins were about to be exposed, he smiled with the soul fragment of Sirius' body, and continued to send hints and words. Hypnotic, containing vicious language: "It seems that everyone thinks that your existence in the world is a mistake, so why don't you die?"

Break down, James Potter, go crazy, I'll see how long you last.

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