The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

But it was lost while traveling through the maze.

Harry and Cedric were taken to Riddle's grave by the golden trophy.He can't wait for the enemy who eats his flesh and drinks his blood to appear before his eyes again.But he can't do anything, and can only be in a position where he can be slaughtered.

And implicated the innocent Cedric, who watched him die before his eyes.Harry looked bitterly at Peter Pettigrew, who was once one of his parents' friends.He watched him cowering and kneeling at Voldemort's feet, and suddenly laughed.

His eyes looked coldly as he used his own blood, his father's bones, and his own flesh to create a new physical body for Voldemort.

Voldemort, what is the difference between you who have a new life like this and the walking dead!Drinking the blood of unicorns with the purest souls, all you have is a cursed soul.What's the difference between being alive and being dead!

His glasses are long gone, but that's okay, they were just a decoration anyway.A student named Carol Cassandra said that he had read a potion formula for treating myopia in a book and tried it successfully.He is the first beneficiary.

Harry slowly got up from the ground, and he had already made countless analyzes of the danger in front of him. Cedric's body was right in front of him, and the Portkey, his sideways gaze told him that it was shining in the firelight. The shining golden cup was in his other direction.He needs a chance, a chance that he can seize and survive in an instant.

He smiled and looked at Voldemort in front of him with a look of extreme disdain.

The sadness in my heart is not obvious.Between life and death, he thought too much.

In the corridor under the moonlight, the man in black robe stood at the other end of the corridor and looked at him deeply.He said, Potter, night tour, deduct 10 points from Gryffindor, after 5 minutes, I don't want to see you anywhere but the Gryffindor common room.Now, go back!

How do you do it yourself?Look at him silently.Then the man who had been awkward all this time finally turned around in embarrassment and was about to leave.He thought of the picture of two people facing each other too many times in his mind, but he never got closer.He said softly: Severus.

He saw the man's figure stagnate for a moment, but he strode away in the next second.Going further and further away, he disappeared at the end of the corridor, and his figure blended with the moonless night that night.He watched Voldemort raise his wand at him without any struggle, his eyes wide open. Before he met Draco, before he knew everything, he was not afraid of any death, was he?

But now he really wants to know:

If you do it again, will you stop for me?

Severus.

So he has to survive.

At the moment when the familiar green light in his memory came towards him, he raised his magic wand in everyone's bewilderment.What happened next was no longer within Harry's expectations.He thought his chances of surviving were slim.He only used a Flashback Charm, which Hermione had told him to do.When your wand is enchanted with another wand with the same core, it will be activated.

He knew this fact as early as the ten-year-old school, that his and Voldemort's wands were twin wand cores, both of which came from the feather of Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes.When such a coincidence with such a small probability that it does not exist occurs.

One of them forces the other to do a replay of the spell, the one that is forced will eject the object of the spell from the end of the wand in flashback, and in the case of a fatal spell, the 'souls' of those killed by this wand will be ejected.

Anyway, he narrowly escaped death with the help of a flashback spell, and he returned to the Triwizard Tournament with Cedric's body and the Goblet of Fire before the group could react.He knew that he was safe for the time being, but when he got up from the ground, he didn't see the familiar figure.The figure he still misses at the end of his life.

He finally stopped his searching eyes on Dumbledore wearing half-moon glasses. Amidst the exclamation of everyone, he cast a loud spell on himself, looked at him and said faintly: Everyone thinks you are The greatest white wizard in the world, everyone thinks that Hogwarts with you is the safest place in the wizarding world, and everyone thinks that you are the only one who makes Voldemort afraid.So, tell me, why would you, who could have prevented all this, put a non-adult wizard cub in danger over and over again?

What gave you the illusion that a baby could defeat the Dark Lord and save the wizarding world?

Harry, are you still Harry?He looked at him and said.

Under Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, his eyes didn't change at all, and Harry laughed again.Draco is right, except for Voldemort, Dumbledore is the biggest careerist in the wizarding world.Even in this case, the disguise is impeccable.There is no flaw.

It's a pity that at this moment, he who has seen through everything will never be deceived by his hypocritical face again!

What do you say?Or, do you think I'm a puppet possessed by Voldemort's sliced ​​spirit?

Harry's voice was full of sarcasm, and his expression definitely showed no sign of turning around.He's had enough, enough of it.The clamor of courage around him almost drowned his trembling figure, but he still stood there, with Cedric's pale, silent face at his feet.Cedric was dead, right in front of his eyes, and he could imagine the grief of that pretty girl.

What Qiu Zhang said still lingers until now.She said, Harry, I like you, pure and serious.But your world cannot accommodate me.So I choose Cedric, he has only me in his world.But now that Cedric is dead, how sad will Cho Chang be?

Harry, you are tired.Dumbledore still looked at him with a smile and said, his kind and tolerant expression did not waver at all.The surroundings changed from noisy to calm, they were all looking at him, watching his reaction.A humble bunch, the tall figure of Dumbledore seemed unshakable in their hearts.Harry is the savior in their hearts, but in terms of weight, he is not as good as Dumbledore.

Harry no longer looked at him, the confrontation with Voldemort had exhausted all his energy, the figure in front of him was shaking, and the clutter around him made him even weaker.

Harry, you are tired.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile again and said that he could even see a touch of concern and worry in those wise eyes.

Harry looked around, the smile on his face reduced to weakness and sadness like his heart.Dumbledore, you are terrible.The feeling of powerlessness was overwhelming, and he suddenly thought of Draco with firm eyes.Draco, looking at Dumbledore like this, can we really?

He shook his head, and suddenly saw the figure deeply in his mind brushing aside the crowd and approaching him.He had fantasized about the scene in front of him for too long.However, after three or four rounds of the fleeting wheel, he was still standing at a place that was not far or near but could never be touched.Harry's eyes were in a trance, and at this moment he seemed to come to him across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Severus, you came just in time, Harry's spirit is not right.

Maybe a little sleeping pill will help him rest.

He watched as Severus took out a dozen potions of different varieties, selected a few of them and unscrewed them rudely, facing Harry's mouth, he half leaned in his arms, and obediently opened his mouth to drink Bottle after bottle of potion.

Dumbledore, you promised me you would never put the Potter boys in danger again!

But, as you can see, this incident was an accident, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Harry had already fallen asleep in Severus' arms, and Dumbledore looked at him worriedly.From Harry's disappearance, appearance to questioning, and then to Severus' questioning.His demeanor transformation was perfect, but in Severus' eyes, everything he did could only tell him that he was a perfectly selfish clown.A careerist who will do anything for his own benefit.A careerist who deceived everyone and hurt everyone but didn't know how to repent!

Severus watched him shift his gaze to himself, and said with a somewhat compassionate expression: Severus, you understand best, don't you?

Yes, understand, of course I understand.Remember what you promised me!Dumbledore!

The author has something to say: CP or something, I am no longer entangled, and I feel that I will write according to the settings.In fact, the first episode is mainly about HP and SS~ good night~

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37. Fanwai, the two wars started in advance...

In Malfoy Manor, Draco looked at Harry and said, Harry, are you afraid of death?

Maybe.

Harry panted and turned his head to look at Draco who was lying on the carpet with no image like him. The two words he said softly, for the word death, probably even he himself was not sure whether he was really afraid .When he was young, no one cared about him, and he gave up on himself and didn't care.Later, for Dumbledore's so-called righteousness, he could only put life and death aside.

But now, when he thought of Severus who was awkwardly refusing him to approach, he suddenly felt uncertain.That kind of emotion should not be fear, but regret.

He laughed at himself, what's the use of being passionate, other people's hearts have always been tied to your mother.

Draco turned over and sat up, brushing back the long hair on his forehead with his excessively white hands, still tightly holding the wand that had no effect on him with the same strength.He always carries it with him.A year later, his sister would use the silver hair of the same unicorn as his wand for the core.

He looked at Harry,