[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

James, what do you want to do in the future?

I want to stick to the courage hidden in my heart.

In the darkest and most complicated age, it is also the easiest to pursue the firmness you expect, the friendship like a family, the love like a flame, and the absolute trust regardless of conditions.

I want to be a firm person, not shaken by any external conditions, not hesitated by any internal conditions, after this simple

lifetime.

The earth was shaking, violent explosions were ringing in my ears, and mud and sand were churning in the heat, falling on James' hair and clothes

Above, the nostrils are full of dust and stale air.

I will never forget this sound, the sound of cannonballs exploding, the sound of bullets flying, the sound of the same kind killing the same kind.

Here is the battlefield.

James opened his eyes, his body was still heavy, and it was difficult to breathe. He didn't know whether it was because of the thin air, or an injury in his chest cavity. His glasses were tilted to one side, but they were miraculously intact, at least better than their owner's condition. It's much better, the Sorting Hat is still on the head, and it seems very reluctant to come down.

But he knew very well that instead of worrying about these little things, the more important thing was that he had returned to the place he hated the most.

It's full of killing and death.Everywhere was stained with blood.The concept of right and wrong does not exist at all.And it is not enough to sum up everything in one sentence.

James sat up slowly, the ringed right hand had completely lost all feeling, the control nerves were gone, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to move again.Looking around blankly, it seems that he has been lying in this abandoned trench from the beginning, and the slopes on both sides block his figure.As long as he didn't go out rashly, it would be difficult for anyone to spot him from the outside.

A loud noise sounded not far away. James stood up and walked to the edge of the pit. He picked up the dirt and tiptoed to look out: Four soldiers surrounded a little girl and kicked her vigorously. The girl was very thin and her clothes It was almost shattered, and ribs protruded from under the skin. She tilted her head and opened her eyes wide, and met James' gaze. There was no resistance or fear in those eyes, just numbness.

"You only took me away..." Her lips squirmed, opening and closing silently: "You took me away from the battlefield, you sent me to the orphanage, you only let me survive, and you Dare to make such a claim..."

"You never saved me. You didn't do it."

Without waiting for James to act, the field, the shells, the girls and the soldiers...all vanished.

His right hand began to betray his body, the pain was so painful that he couldn't tell the north from the west, the muscles of the whole arm seemed to shrink into a mummy, the blood became heavier than lead, harder than a stone, and the powerlessness that was approaching death was gone. When was it clearer than this moment, so clear that I almost wanted to cut off my arm and ring from my body.

"Cheer up." The Sorting Hat said, "You're haunted by bad magic."

"What should I do?" Jaime uttered these words intermittently, his teeth almost gnashing.It was really, kind of ridiculous, a hat without feelings teaching him how to live with pain.

"Be with it, get rid of those crazy thoughts, and don't let the pain rule you," Hat said.

James stopped thinking, cleared his mind, and only focused on the pain. The pain was constantly escalating, but he didn't think about anything. The most painful long time will always stop, and he must break through it...

He squeezed his eyes open, and a pair of blue eyes looked at him from above.

"Uh……"

"Wake up, kid." The other party said in a rough voice.

"A...not Forth?" Jamming the name from the message Harry had given, James blinked in bewilderment.

"I'm not very capable, but I shouldn't know a lot." Aberforth said contemptuously.

James raised his right hand, it no longer hurts, and although it is shaking with the sequelae of pain, and the reaction is not sensitive, it can move freely, but the magic talisman is still there, crawling all over the arm very clearly, It even gave him the illusion that he could see a faint black mist emerging from it.

"You've been in a coma for a long time," said Aberforth. "The world is over, it's full of Death Eaters, Inferi, Vampires, Dementors... Demons dancing, ghosts crying and wolves howling... Hogwarts sucks too, I don't want to go in there at all."

"What?" James snapped, looking at Aberforth in disbelief, hoping it was just one of his lame jokes: "What do you mean?"

"It means," said Aberforth dryly, "that the time of the Dark Lord has come."

"Where's Dumbledore?" James said in shock, "And Sirius, Lily, Moody, Remus...everyone, what happened to them?"

"Can't take care of himself. Albus looked for them everywhere, hoping to give them the necessary help." Aberforth snorted coldly: "But he was also seriously injured, and one of his hands was completely destroyed. In my opinion, hold on It’s safer to buy a ticket to go abroad and hide under your name.”

James sat there dumbfounded, and Aberforth continued without the slightest concern: "I have prepared something for you, you can sneak out of the country before Voldemort thinks of you, stay abroad for a few years, wait until The curse on your arm strikes and you die

up.Find another place to bury yourself. "

James lowered his head and looked at his right hand. After a long silence, he said firmly, "No, I won't go. There is still a chance, we...we can go to Grindelwald, and then go to Sirius, even if there is only a thread Hope, I can't give up."

"Wait, what does this have to do with Grindelwald?" Aberforth approached James fiercely, asking emotionally.

James took a deep breath and looked at his hands: "I suspect that Grindelwald is helping Voldemort. But I don't understand why he would do it."

"Albus Dumbledore!" Aberforth punched the wall and said through gritted teeth, "I know he's still covering him up!"

"No," James vehemently denied. "Dumbledore doesn't know that yet. I just found out about it. Aberforth, I need help. We need help."

Aberforth mumbled something and turned his head in the opposite direction.

"If you need help, I'd like to help you." Someone spoke at the door, James turned his head and saw a face very similar to Sirius.

Regulus Black was pale, but looked at him with an unusually firm expression.

"Are you Sirius' younger brother?" James asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

A trace of reluctance slipped across Regulus' darkened face, he twisted his fingers, lowered his eyelids, and replied: "The Dark Lord is hunting me, he knows I took his Horcrux, that Slytherin's hanging Locket. But I thought it was his order!"

"What do you mean?" James jumped up and said angrily, "You gave Sirius that locket?"

"Yes. I took the Horcrux and gave it to Sirius. I don't know what it is. And I was fooled. It wasn't the order of the Dark Lord." Regulus said troubledly: "Until Bey Pulling them to hunt me down, I realized that someone had deceived me in the form of the Dark Lord..."

"Maybe it's Grindelwald." James rubbed his hair vigorously, and said with certainty: "He will do this trick."

"I was cursed and almost died. Principal Dumbledore saved me and put me here." Regulus said slowly, "I will not go back to the Dark Lord's camp, do you understand? Although the Dark Lord is now victorious, I... I feel like I was wrong."

James stared at him blankly, then said, "Whoa. Are you serious? I don't know... but Sirius said you believed in Voldemort..."

Regulus bit his lower lip. His dislike for James still remained unchanged, just like he was dissatisfied with Sirius. The help he offered out of impulsiveness actually carried a little uncertainty of gambling, but it was indeed His clearest choice right now.Regulus looked into James' eyes and nodded solemnly: "Of course."

A smile appeared on James' face, and gradually widened into a smile full of heat: "Sirius will be very happy."

"It's none of his business! I'm just making my own choice! It's not to make him happy!" Regulus retorted immediately.

"He'll still be happy," James said, not caring at all for Regulus' seeming resistance.

At this time, Aberforth interrupted their conversation: "Okay, this meaningless conversation is over, what are you going to do? With your abilities, whether you are looking for Grindelwald or Voldemort, you are looking for death .”

"Where are you going to find him? Grindelwald is not in Nurmengard's cell, Bella has been there." Regulus asked suspiciously.

"He is here, but he has the Invisibility Cloak in his hand." When mentioned this question, James replied a little gloomily: "Voldemort still thinks that the Invisibility Cloak is in my hand." If Grindelwald had announced this to Voldemort from the beginning For one thing, his parents won't die either.but

Finding the truth took him too much time.

It's simple, it's just too much meddling.

Why did Harry trust Grindelwald?

James closed his eyes.

"I won't give it to you...you'll never get it..."

Because Grindelwald did not tell Voldemort the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, so, on the condition of protecting Dumbledore, can they cooperate?

Why must Voldemort's soul be taken out alone?

"Goodbye." Sirius' last smile reappeared uncomfortably, and James slapped himself on the forehead as his thoughts scrambled again.

Regulus acquiesced to Aberforth's doubts about their abilities, and he grasped his wand tightly, feeling unwilling.And James opened his eyes, looking at Aberforth thoughtfully: "You know we're still going to do it, don't you?"

"I know." Aberforth said impatiently, "That's why you need me."

"I'm glad you say that, Aberforth." Dumbledore suddenly appeared, with a tired face and a dusty body, but he seemed to be in good spirits.Regulus showed some fear, lowered his head, and Aberforth said dryly: "It seems that you have discovered what good things your old friend has done again."

Dumbledore pursed his lips expressionlessly, and his eyes moved to the ring on James' hand. That hand was terrible, and it was almost as useless as his withered left hand.James flinched and said with a dry smile, "It seems that I can't escape this interrogation."

Dumbledore smiled briefly, and just asked, "Grindelwald is behind the scenes?"

"...Yes." After hesitating, James replied, avoiding Dumbledore's sight, but inexplicably remembered what the malicious soul fragment had said about Dumbledore and Grindelwald being once Lovers, or not, or something intimate: "Are you going to Grindelwald?"

"Yes, I will, all of you have to help me with this." Dumbledore said indifferently, which was a kind of coldness that can only be produced when facing an enemy.

The author has something to say: I really thought it would be over in two days, cut, I overestimated myself.