HP leap time

The war started before the thunderstorm.

At that time, the air had begun to become humid, and dark clouds piled up in the sky layer by layer, thicker and thicker, and the branches of the Whomping Willow began to shake restlessly, and the sparse leaves fell to the ground again, mixed with water vapor The wind blows away.

Looking out from Hogwarts, the golden magic circle seems to have covered the sky with a layer of light gold powder. Occasionally, small electric currents pass through the mask and sink into the clouds, like tadpoles shaking on the sunny water. Sneaked into the lotus leaf.

It would be great if the magic circle could cover the rain, Ron thought irritably, he didn't want to usher in the biggest and perhaps the last war under the heavy rain.

Almost no one spoke, and no one was fixedly arranged to direct. Everyone silently cleaned themselves up and said goodbye to their important people.Then make final mental preparations in the strategic position you are used to.

This war came too suddenly, and the stability of the past few days seemed to be just a harbinger of the coming storm.

It was indeed a harbinger of a thunderstorm. Ron stuffed the last piece of bacon into his mouth, tied his red tie and walked out of the castle.

A large swath of dark clouds immediately enveloped him, and the coercion from nature forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.He looked up to the row of wanton-growing trees, and soon saw the figure he wanted to see.

So he hopped to the side of his two friends as quickly as possible, which was his usual war position.

"I'm sorry I'm late, my mother would like to say a few more words to me." He said apologetically.

Hermione gave him a worried look, then slowly approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist.Ron put his brown-haired girl in his arms and pressed tightly, then slowly let go.

"There are more and more of them." Harry said calmly, his eyes were looking at the golden magic circle not far away like many people around him.

There, the Death Eaters piled up like a dark cloud falling to the ground.

"The whole army is dispatched." Hermione's eyes flickered, and she hesitated.

Voldemort would not act in such a hasty manner. He would not take the risk of attacking the trapped Order of the Phoenix when the Ministry of Magic still had the ability to counterattack, because doing so would likely result in cooperation from the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix.

unless……

Draco did everything he set out to do - killed the snake and completely angered Voldemort.

Ron and she exchanged worried glances, obviously they had the same guess.

Ron not only thought of what he saw when he broke open the door with Hermione in the afternoon.

At that time, dark clouds had covered most of the sky, and the light entering the room through the curtains became thin and damp.

Even so, it was still possible to clearly see a familiar person lying on the dark red carpet mixed with cosmos.

The person on the ground lay there motionless, his face livid, his green pupils frozen in his eye sockets, like a piece of dusty emerald.

At that time, the pain and shock that had been numb for a long time churned up again, and fell into Ron's stomach like a ball of crushed ice.

He really thought Harry was dead.

"Can we win?" Neville's voice suddenly sounded behind Ron, and the memory was interrupted instantly, and Ron was really startled.There was a trace of anxiety and fear in Neville's eyes, and he continued, "I'm so scared, I'm afraid we won't be able to stand it this time."

"Neville, you have to trust yourself, and you have to trust everyone." Hermione stood up and looked at him comfortingly and said, "You have to know that this war may change everything!"

"Really?" He still didn't seem convinced.

Hermione shrugged helplessly and didn't answer, she had no right to answer how accurately, just like she couldn't control a coming thunderstorm.

"I might die here," Neville said gruffly.

"You have to know, there is someone who is much braver than you and us, and he may even have given his life for this war!" Harry suddenly raised his head irritably, and growled at Neville, his eyes were fragile and messed up . "If you are afraid of death, go back to the castle."

"Harry!" Hermione yelled reproachfully. "You're overreacting."

Neville seemed frightened. He blinked and panted slightly, trying to digest the conversation just now.

"I'm sorry, Neville." Realizing his gaffe, Harry lowered his eyes and apologized to him. "I didn't mean that, I just..."

"No, you're right, Harry." Neville suddenly smiled, and Hermione raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I've been holding on, but sometimes I suddenly feel lonely, as if I'm facing everything alone. I need other people's emotions, like..." He spread his hands as if he couldn't describe what it was Feel. "It seems that I am not the only one who still has emotions about this war. You see, everyone exchanges false comforts, baseless assurances, and everyone's real thoughts are hidden in the back of their heads. I don't need it anymore. More so, so I appreciate you throwing a tantrum at me, it makes me feel like you guys are real." He hugged dazed Harry tightly, then forced a hug on Ron, and finally gave him a soft hug. Hugged Hermione.

"Goodbye, if there is still a chance." He waved to them, and then went to the stronghold he was guarding without looking back, leaving behind a tall and grown back.

"Harry." After watching Neville leave, Hermione took his arm and said cautiously, and Harry turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry about what happened today. I shouldn't have left you alone in the room. I know you're still angry, and I know you're worried. There's no need for you to hold back. I hope you can vent it."

"It's not your fault, Hermione." He shook his head, his expression still grim. "Even if you don't leave, he will think of other ways."

"I think I know why Draco is determined to do such a thing..." She began to narrate to them worriedly...

"Everyone, the last moment is coming." Professor McGonagall stood at the forefront, her eyes fixed on the enemies of Hogwarts.Almost all the Death Eaters had arrived, standing opposite in a black mass.Everyone took their positions consciously and looked at the same place with serious expressions. "Hope you're all ready."

Everyone nodded firmly.

"Children!" The professor spoke again, but to the students who had participated in the battle. Harry and everyone looked at Professor McGonagall.She glanced around with gratified gentle eyes. "I'm so proud of you."

Harry and a group of friends gave McGonagall a reassuring smile.

After a pause, her eyes started to glow with anger, and her tone changed accordingly.

"I think everyone knows that Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon has always been the school motto of Hogwarts. Today, we will let them know that a sleeping, dormant and powerful dragon, when it is awakened, will What a counterattack!"

In just a few words, the morale of Hogwarts suddenly skyrocketed. Everyone felt firmness and courage pouring into their bodies. Made a desperate courage.

"He's here." I don't know who said it, but everyone understood what he meant.

Voldemort is coming.

Like a cloud of black smoke, he suddenly emerged from the air, and lightly landed in front of the Death Eaters, while the smoke-like robe behind him surged and turned into substance.

Everyone felt their breathing tightened, and they couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts.The psychological trauma that Voldemort brought to them almost accompanied them for more than half of their lives. It was a shadow that was already deeply rooted and difficult to get rid of.

The Death Eaters all started booing in surprise, and looked at Hogwarts with eyes like lambs waiting to be caught, as if they had already won.

At this time, Voldemort stretched out his pale hand in front of everyone, and threw something to his left front.

"Harry," Hermione couldn't help exclaiming.

Without Hermione's reminder, Harry could clearly see that the person Voldemort threw on the ground was a person, a familiar person who could no longer be familiar with.

Nobody else has pale blond hair like that.

The first thing that came to mind was surprise, the surprise that almost swallowed him up, that Draco was alive, alive.He felt his body trembling slightly with excitement.

Afterwards, the surprise was completely covered by fear, followed by a bone-chilling chill... Worrying as the heartbeat churned and agitated in the stomach, the feeling of nausea gradually spread...

Draco was outside now, in full view of everyone, falling to the ground in embarrassment, locked by a group of Death Eaters and the snake-faced man standing in front of him with his wand.

"Who is that?" Someone obviously didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Draco Malfoy? Why is he there?"

"Malfoy? Isn't he a Death Eater?"

"What happened and why did they do it?"

……

The whispers grew louder.

Hermione grabbed Ron's arm tightly with one hand.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort said, his voice was amplified and became a little harsh, "I can't help but start to envy you." There was no envy in his tone but full of teasing. His scarlet eyes looked Said the soldiers on the front line of Hogwarts.

The misty sigh-like hiss echoed in everyone's ears through the magic circle, piercing the eardrums repeatedly like a zigzag needle.

Someone couldn't help but put his hands on his ears, trying to avoid it.

"Look? Are you proud to have so many people around you? They lost their family, their happiness, their sanity for you..."

"Harry! Don't be influenced by him!" Ron pressed his stiff shoulders tightly beside him.

Harry looked palely at the blond boy who was in a mess with his back to them, and felt a pang in his heart, you are a selfish bastard, Malfoy, he repeated in his mind, as if the guilt and pain in his heart would be lessened Some.

"To my surprise, my loyal subordinates also betrayed me for you." A slightly puzzled voice sarcastically diffused in the air.

Voldemort pressed his wand to Draco's fair forehead.

"No!" Hermione couldn't help covering her mouth, and she yelled at Professor McGonagall in a slightly crying voice, "Professor! We have to save him!"

"Professor!" Harry also yelled in panic, "We can't just sit still and watch him die!"

Everyone seemed to understand something, everyone had a bit of astonishment on their faces, and they talked a lot, obviously there was something they didn't know.

Professor McGonagall looked back at them. Her skin was old and dry, but her eyes were filled with painful tears. She opened her mouth and said a desperate word.

"We can't save him."

"No!" Harry shook his head, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, we can save him.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again.

"Do you know about soul separation?"

A hopeless unease rose in Harry's heart.

"This is a spell I created myself, it is modified from the Imperius Curse.

I usually use it to amplify people's ugly strong emotions to control their actions.Of course its use value is not this, otherwise, why don't I use the Imperius Curse? "

"Hehehehehe..." Voldemort seemed to find it amused, so he laughed in a low voice, and the muffled thunder produced by the interlacing and friction of the clouds in the sky.Harsh, cold, and frightening, it's like the mourning music played by the most evil ghosts in the underground.

"Soul separation can separate your soul from your sex and create a sense of misfit, but it really doesn't affect anything."

After a pause, he continued.

"But I found that when the soul is separated from the ****, the pain caused by the **** is often multiplied by two times, ten times, and a hundred times. It is beyond the **** and the pain that pierces the soul!

What if I apply both soul separation and heartbreaking to one person at the same time, what do you think will happen? "