[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

"That's all." Grindelwald bored away the visualization magic, but Dumbledore had already appeared outside the door when he turned his head.

"Look who is here." Grindelwald gave a strange smile and stood up. Their faces were equally old, but when they looked at each other, their spirits instantly seemed to return to the last battle: " Albus Dumbledore. Has it finally occurred to you to visit your poor old friend?"

"I thought everything was on the right track, but why did you show up at this time?" Dumbledore couldn't describe his mood at this time, he could only tell himself over and over again that it was his responsibility to come here for business dictates.Between him and Grindelwald, there is no past to talk about, alas.

"Oh, I just happened to be bored." Grindelwald said softly, even a little happily, without the self-consciousness of speaking willful and annoying language at all: "I died in another world, and then I came to this world, I suddenly thought, why can't I rewrite history?"

"Rewrite the wrong history." Dumbledore interrupted him, the phoenix circled around him, flew high, his wand pointed at Grindelwald, if Grindelwald read it right, there was a smile on his face Something called tiredness: "You never rest."

"The world needs me." Grindelwald let out a short laugh, and his thin fingers grasped the invisibility cloak: "When I die,

I just realized that the world needs me more than I thought.No. He stretched out his hand and made a stop motion: "Don't cast a spell, Albus, relax, it's not time for us to fight yet."Why not watch this great show. "He once again used the visualization magic, showing the scene outside the cage: "Oh, look, your brother is doing really well..."

"Hi, James."

James sat up in the mist, and he found that the eyes were still on the bridge of his nose, and his vision became clear, and there was still a mist around him.

"Hi, James."

There was another friendly call, and James turned his head. A small round table appeared behind him at some point, the kind of exquisitely carved round table used for tea parties, surrounded by four white wooden chairs with backrests , on each chair sat a familiar

people.

Harry, his parents, and... a man lounging on the back of his chair, with one elbow on the table and a tiny teaspoon between his fingers in the other, The smiling brown eyes looked at him, and he tapped the teacup in front of him amusedly.

The man had his exact same face, his exact same smile, but James knew they were not alone.

"Dad, Mom." James stood up vigorously, walked in front of them, and smiled innocently: "Am I going to die?"

Mom stood up, opened her arms and gently encircled him, with his face pressed against her long hair, she asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt?"

"I miss you." James said softly, "I don't feel any pain now."

"I'm proud of you. We all are, James," Dad said, wrapping his arms around them both.

They were silent like this for a long time, and many unspoken words kept flowing in their hearts.Then they disappeared, so suddenly

Can't wait.James staggered, looking helplessly at the emptiness in front of him.

"Sit down." Harry gave him a hand, and he sat down on the chair closest to him.

"Did Sirius find you?" he asked first, James, sitting to his right, toying with a teaspoon, another James, a prong.

"Yes. Padfoot told me about you. Thank you for everything you have done on the road. From birth to death is a long road, and those who have no accumulation will walk very slowly and tired. Fortunately, we all have reserves when we are alive. It's enough to divert tired things all the way." Prong narrowed his eyes and smiled, tilted his head, and looked at him curiously like a child: "It's nice to meet you."

"So," James looked at Harry, and stretched out his right arm to him. The dense magic pattern was still there, and it became clearer: "Grindelwald arranged all this? Did I do something wrong?"

"That's the point," said Harry, looking hesitant and disturbed, his eyes moving beseechingly from Prong's face, then back to James' arm: "I can't help but tell Grindelwald. As much as I want to see Headmaster Dumbledore, the only ones I can see are Grindelwald and you."

"What do you mean? Is it because you are using the magic written by Grindelwald?" James asked. From the current point of view, this is the only possible answer.

"Yes." Harry nodded, and James had been waiting for his next words, but he didn't say anything, but his hesitation always made James feel that he had something important to say.

"I don't understand." He said impatiently, "Since you are all here, why don't you explain it to me?"

"Don't destroy the Horcrux on Sirius. That's the last Horcrux," said Prong. Harry looked at him in surprise, nodded quickly to James, and repeated, "Yes, that Horcrux." The instrument is very important. You just hold it firmly with your right hand and

Just don't let go..."

"And take it to Voldemort," Prong continued. "Voldemort won't last long."

"Yeah, five or six souls, so many Dark Lords..." Harry smiled, it was an irresistible smile: "Voldemort will never resist the temptation to devour the strong, he will go crazy."

"That's all?" James asked.

"All..." Harry fell silent, couldn't help stretching out his hand to scratch his hair, and said hesitantly, "Do you believe in God?"

"Does it matter?" James asked puzzled.

"That's..." Harry blushed, and his fidgeting suddenly made James feel very reluctant to ask any more.

"You," the prong turned sideways, and lightly poked James' forehead with a teaspoon, with a smirk: "Do you like your life?"

"I've been salvaging them. I still like them the way they are," James replied. "I'm trying to find what I can possibly get on a platform full of factors anyway, which is life, presumably?"

Prongs smiled, with a look that said: Same as me.

"Then stop worrying about soul matters." Prong said joyfully, rubbing his hair, and putting the teaspoon in the cup: "That's Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Harry. Magician things. What you can do is some small things, such as loving time, missing relatives, being loyal to lovers, and living happily. As far as I am concerned, it doesn’t matter if you are self-willed.”

Harry blushed, he stretched out his hand and almost hit his father, and he discerned, "I'm not a great wizard either."

"What if I insist on getting the truth?" James said. "What if I insist on knowing how the world is?"

Prongs made a face at Harry, smiling: "You have to be very strong. After all, not everyone can take it."

by……"

James fell to the ground, the Sorting Hat fell to the side, Sirius thought he was dead, if the momentary pain that pierced his heart was not an illusion, he stared blankly at James, as if hypnotized.He couldn't help taking a step towards James, his wand almost fell to the ground in trembling hands.

No, what he should do now is to make up the Avada Kedavra curse, but...

James suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up, pushing him to the ground. Without any hesitation, the hand covered with black curses grabbed the locket forcefully, and there was a sharp howl, like someone I was burned all over my body, and there was a puff of light coming out of the box.

Yan, a pair of scarlet eyes protruded, full of malice and distortion, with the light smoke, it gradually disappeared.

With the last of his strength, James passed out in Sirius' arms, only the hand that held the locket as tightly as steel and would not let go.

Regulus dodged the falling stone soldiers, and he and Aberforth cooperated well.But what disturbed him was that these stones grew exponentially as if under a spell. Although they were getting smaller and smaller, the number was increasing.

"It won't go on like this," said Aberforth through gritted teeth. "They're going to fill up this place. There has to be a magic to get rid of them all at the same time. Can you use a self-protection spell, boy?"

"I think it can." Regulus weighed his ability and replied cautiously.

"Then use it." Aberforth showed a rough smile: "I'll wipe them all at once."

Following Aberforth's words, the sea water began to agitate, and gradually gathered from all directions, forming waves, which became bigger and higher, and the wind roared unscrupulously, finally forming a ten-story building. The big waves, all in one go, put pressure on the whole land.

"It's not bad." Grindelwald leisurely admired all the stone soldiers being broken up by the waves, overturned, washed away, piled up in a mess, and turned into stones again: "It's good to be alive, isn't it, Albus ?”

The author has something to say: At such a critical juncture, my mind is full of spoofs, I must be crazy.