HP leap time

The crowd burst into an uproar.

No one would have thought that there would be people in this world who were so devoutly researching the painful Unforgivable Curse. If Voldemort tried it here, then this incident would definitely be recorded as one of the most cruel incidents in the wizarding world.

The professors at Hogwarts couldn't stand the pain. Although they hated Draco's final betrayal, they didn't know what he did to anger Voldemort.But they all knew in their hearts that Draco was their student for six full years!

He learned knowledge and magic in their hands... They watched him grow up, and watched him change from a little mushroom walking erratically to a young young man, from an arrogant child to an excellent and proud The older child... After all, he is just a child in their eyes.But now, they want to see him face danger with their own eyes but they can do nothing.

They can't save him! Because there are more students standing behind them, who also need their students!

The formation of Hogwarts is actually not tight, it is a real inverted pyramid shape, from the front line to the back.It is formed with the selfishness of every responsible adult.The frontline fighters are almost their backbone. They have old and powerful professors, senior members of the Order of the Phoenix, and experienced Aurors.

Almost every one of them has the will to die.Come on! Come and taste Wolong's counterattack!If you want to hurt the students behind them, then kill us completely, don't die, don't retreat.

Never mind.

"Draco?" Voldemort said softly, shaking his head and showing a sinister smile like a snake. "Are you afraid?"

Draco looked up at the wand in his hand expressionlessly, his gray blue eyes reflected the Dark Lord's red pupils.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Only Voldemort saw it, and Draco parted his lips and flashed him a mocking Malfoy smile, which was harsh on his frail, pale face.

Thunder surged in the sky, the blue-purple light flickered, and the rain still did not fall.

"No! Shut up!" Harry's eyes were almost overflowing with anger, and he fixed his eyes on Voldemort not far away.Struggling to rush out, his body was hugged tightly by Ron.

"Don't be impulsive! Harry." Ron said hurriedly behind him.He put almost all of his weight on Harry, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Do you want me to watch him tortured to death?!" Harry glared at each other, gnashing his teeth as he struggled and said, "And then I hide under this tree to survive!"

"Harry!" Hagrid's urgent voice came from the front, full of nasal puffing. "Don't be impulsive, you can't change anything, you will only die like this!"

"Yeah! Harry, although I don't really understand what happened, it's obvious that God—Voldemort deliberately provoked you." Ginny and George said worriedly not far away.

"Why!" Harry's struggling strength has not diminished at all, and his eyes are full of pain and despair.

Why doesn't everyone let me save him?

Why do I have to hide every time.

Why can't I ever change anything?

Why can't I protect the person I want to protect.

Why do I always have to watch you die!?

A transparent liquid gushed out of his eyes, blurring the projection of the world in his pupils. At this moment, the pictures in his mind became extraordinarily clear, and those dark gray pictures began to be carefully copied in his sight.Scene after scene, those scenes of parting from life and death flashed.

In those pictures, the dark and depressing sky was painted behind each moving picture, leaving a pale gray wall, and a black boy hugging his knees was depicted at the foot of the wall, sometimes with his head down, sometimes fiercely He pulled his messy hair fiercely, and sometimes broke down and cried.Their common combination is interspersed, jumping in dark memories.

It seemed like everyone who mattered was losing their life in his eyes.

He is also like this every time, weak and painful, and he has to watch.

Watching their gorgeous, crystal-clear souls being torn apart before my eyes, broken, messy, and finally turned into a silent blue-gray picture, and then I painted the dead sky behind the drawing paper...

"Poor Draco, look, no one cares about you, you're just a pathetic dreamer, fantasizing about those hypocritical warriors giving you a perfect life."

"But," Voldemort said with relief, he stroked the wand in his hand carefully, looking at it as if admiring a work of art.

"There's not even a single person behind you, unexpectedly, no one is willing to stand up for you."

As soon as the words fell, the Death Eaters burst into laughter, their sharp and harsh taunts one after another, like a group of black clouds constantly rubbing against the ground.

Everyone at Hogwarts felt an emotion that was neither fear nor pity, but a symbiotic sense of anger.It is like a seed, which begins to grow wantonly without leaving a trace in everyone's heart, grows branches, and produces bright green new leaves.They looked at the black mass in front of them in silence, feeling sincere anger and insincere heartache.

However, no one would pay for silence any more than the Dark Lord would stop his cruelty.

"Soul separation," Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Draco's head.

Draco's eyes froze suddenly, and the discomfort in his soul and body gradually intensified. When the crack appeared, he felt the effect of the spell. All his emotions seemed to be seen through, the feeling of being spied on Although the feeling is strong, it is not important to him anymore, because there is no humiliation that is more important than the pain he is about to endure.Draco's raised head fell down again, his pale golden hair fluttered in the wind for a while, and then fell down again, like a broken doll.

Ever since he killed Nagini, he had given himself the death penalty in his heart.

But what he didn't expect was that the Dark Lord was much crueler and colder than he imagined.

Perhaps only his parents knew that he was most afraid of pain when he was a child, but he was about to face something he couldn't even imagine. This matter might be more direct than ridicule and humiliation. He thought that he might be forced to release his most vulnerable self soon. It's scary to think about it, he thought, but his body didn't move, he couldn't express his emotions, because stupid expressions would only please the person in front of him, he told him the result of more than a year of observation.

"Before the punishment comes, I have one last question to you, Draco."

The sigh-like, joyful voice rang out uncomfortably.

"Tell me, tell everyone." Voldemort said expectantly. "Who do you hate the most?"

This was the chance, everyone thought, everyone seemed to be praying in their hearts that this was Voldemort's chance for the boy.please him!Say something to make him happy! Everyone said silently in their hearts, as if this way they could escape, escape the guilt of being helpless, and escape the process of a person's death.

"You." He didn't even look up, a last smile appeared on his thin face. "It's always been you."

Draco knew very well in his heart that pleasing could not satisfy a spoiled heart, so why did he deliberately lie about a consequence that would come sooner or later?Malfoy never does anything superfluous.

"Dig the heart!"

Furious again, Voldemort stretched out his hands and roared.Didn't notice everyone not only took a step back, including his loyal Death Eaters.

A strong red light sank into his chest.

"Ah—" The scream came immediately.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of Draco's soul, and it was carried into the air mixed with the howling gray wind.No one can use words to describe the sound they heard, like the screams of the cursed souls in hell, or like the mourning songs sung by ghosts for the dead?

Neither, because no one has heard of the latter, and they are experiencing the former.

The voice stopped abruptly, because his vocal cords collapsed instantly because they couldn't bear it.

The torture was not over yet, his body was still churning, struggling silently and painfully, until his body was paralyzed on the ground unbearably, only his chest was still heaving violently.

Fittingly, the moment Voldemort retracted his wand was the moment his heart stopped beating.

"No—" Hermione cried, lying on top of Ron, her screams short and rapid, her hands crumpling her soaking robes.

No one knows when the rain began to fall, it may have fallen majestically under a muffled thunder, or it may have fallen stealthily when Voldemort raised his wand, or it may have fallen in mourning before the boy died .

Ron didn't notice until a wet Hermione pounced on him.

Like it wasn't until now that he didn't notice that the tucked-up under a tree, vulnerable like a baby in the rain, was his best brother.

The people who were close to each other comforted each other, they hugged each other, trying to hide the pain and tears in their bodies, and hid them in the late rain.This will be the punishment for everyone, a crime that cannot be washed away by rain, and an unavoidable shadow that will accompany you for a lifetime.

When Voldemort's first spell came, Draco could feel the feeling of being forcibly separated from his soul, numbness, trance, and even a strange sense of satisfaction. He felt his life, never for a moment, let He felt so wonderful.

Even though his thoughts were flying, Draco could control his emotional fluctuations to almost zero, making his gray-blue eyes almost dead and unable to emit a gleam of light.

But when Voldemort raised his wand again in front of the crowd, he seemed to be able to

Feel everything around you...

such as.

Someone is expecting.

Someone is afraid.

Someone is angry.

Someone is crying.

No one is unaffected, except himself.

How wonderful.

"Dig the heart and bone."

The red light sank into his body with anger.

The first thing to start screaming was my own soul, the tearing pain that seemed to be lingering spread all over the body, until the cunt was affected, the pain began to double.

Almost instantly, he lost his mind in pain.

"Ah—" Draco could barely hear his screams, he felt himself twitching on the ground, rolling the leaves and sand on his body.

That scream seemed to come from the depths of his body, and it was as shrill as the cry of a ghost coming from purgatory.

Soon, the sound stopped abruptly, but he was still screaming, and he knew it.

He knew it until he lost consciousness completely, because nothing hurts like this, and it was his last thought.

Draco lay stiff on the ground, waiting for his body to rot in the rain.

When the Dark Mark rose into the sky unaffected, everyone realized that the war had just begun, but the war in their hearts had already begun.

No one has ever seen such a death, which is so different from the previous silent death.It was like a sacrificial offering, a ceremony punished by the heavens.There are no white roses or white lilies, just a executioner and a group of onlookers who dare not resist.

It was a curse, and a symbol of helplessness.

"Ready to fight!" The leading Auror roared before countless spells mixed with raindrops fell on the magic spell. The last word was a broken sound, which broke the chaos and the dusty dirt in everyone's hearts.

There, the seeds full of courage and anger in everyone's body have long grown into a lush tree! They broke through the body and came wantonly with the power of crusade...

Tightening his body, holding his wand tightly, waiting, a hole was torn open in the magic circle in front of him.

Countless spells intertwined with thunder and lightning struck the bottom of the magic circle, shining like stars.

It didn't take long for it to become so pale that it would almost break at the touch, and the golden light from other places had no time to replenish it.

In this way, the largest opening in the history of the Hogwarts magic circle was opened.

War is also imminent.

A corner that no one notices, under the shadow of a lonely tree beaten by rain.

"Harry! Where are you going?" Hermione clenched her wand and looked back at the figure who left silently.

It looks very monotonous and strange in the rain, thin but straight.

"Fulfill that person's last wish." The faint voice sounded indifferently in the rain without a tone, like a dummy.

"No!" Hermione stretched out her hand to grab him, but she stretched out her hand in a panic, but was knocked back by a wind coiling around him.

Stinging, numbness, inability to approach.

"Your magic power..." She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. "Your magic is out of order...Harry..."

She cried again, tears rushing into the rain.She raised her sleeve and wiped it vigorously, but she couldn't dry it no matter what.

Harry turned his head slightly, and the corner of his eye cast coldly on them.

"If I knew I couldn't protect you, then I wouldn't be close to you even if I died."

The temperature of the sound is exhausted in the air.

"Fire is coming." He raised his hand and said.

Soon, a golden-red broom cut through the heavy rainwater and flew towards him.

He gripped the handle of the staff engraved with patterns, and looked at the familiar broom indifferently.

As soon as he flew over, he sat firmly on it, and the broom trembled excitedly in response to his master.

"Harry!" Ron's voice came angrily, and his red eyes were full of anger.Harry's body froze.

"Listen to me! I don't care if you can kill him, or whether you live or die!"

The sound expanded in the air unimpeded.

"But you are my best brother, this cannot be changed! I will not allow you to change without authorization!"

The last sentence is an affirmative sentence.

Harry glanced back at his friends one last time, but said nothing.like in their friendship that has gone through life and death many times

There is always an excess of comprehension.

Don't say it, but understand it all.

Harry rode the fire cockroach into the sky, soaring up in the air like a rising eagle, piercing the gray sky...