HP leap time

The torrential rain turned the people in the war into a mess. It washed the earth over and over again, and along the way washed away the blood dripping from the wounds, and harvested the unfortunate fallen souls one by one.

The blue-purple lightning that shuttles through the clouds, the interlaced red and green light, and the golden magic circle that is still bright and surging are the only colors in the world.

If there are gods looking down from the sky at this time, the war will appear extraordinarily small and chaotic.Heavy rain can quickly wash away everything, including a brutal transformation.

Harry shuttled through the rain, the sky has always been his home field, where he was flexible and reckless, he flew with ease, losing temperature in the cold rain.He dodged the whirling spells like he was in a Quidditch game, like he was dodging a rampaging Bludger.

He has his own sky, but he can't find the glowing golden snitch.

He quickly wiped the gap in the magic circle and walked out. Under the cover of the heavy rain, not many people found him and cast spells on him.Almost no one can raise their heads under the impact of the rain, they can only be forced to face the front weakly, and in front of them, there are only difficult enemies who refuse to bow their heads, bleak and pungent blood, and Cursed magic.

Huo □□ coordinated very tacitly, flexible and changeable, as if they were wings growing on him, which was one of the things left to him by his godfather Sirius, Harry couldn't help thinking.

Suddenly, Harry discovered the cruel fact that every significant person who left him left something for him.

Parental love and legacy, godfather's fire and ruins, Dumbledore's phoenix and Gryffindor sword...

Only Draco was selfish and left nothing behind.

No, he stayed, Harry thought sadly, if you count Lucius who might have started to rot in Malfoy Manor.

Soon, he rushed out of the most intense pass of the battlefield, and saw the snake-faced man standing in the black mist from afar.

Hatred mixed with anger and began to tremble in the body along with the magic power... The trembling was about to spew out from every corner.

Voldemort, our duel is never over!

He set his sights on the target and shot away without hesitation.

Voldemort stood on a high place, watching the war indifferently, like a watchtower, motionless.

The powerful magic power formed a protective shield around the body, completely isolating the rainwater.

He waved his wand, forcing the staggering Death Eaters who dared not rush up.On the other hand, he stood vilely in the rear, waiting for an opportunity to strike and wipe out the Order of the Phoenix.

At this time, he suddenly felt a surge of hostility from the sky, and he narrowed his scarlet eyes and looked at it probingly.

A strong wind came, accompanied by a red and cold spell.

He jumped up and narrowly avoided it.

The robe fluttered unaffected in the magic hood.

"Harry Potter." He looked at the angry black-haired boy in the sky with a cold face, his wet robe was pressed tightly against his body, the eyes under his eyebrows were indifferent blue, and the rainwater It dripped down from the forehead over and over again.

"Go to hell, Voldemort." Without giving him a chance to answer, he whirled through the air and shot different threatening spells at him.

Voldemort had been delighted since he had found his trail, and he was almost at random repelling spells, watching them collide in the air, creating beautiful colored sparks, watching Harry Potter spin dangerously through the air. dodge, happily feeling the difference in magic power between the two.

"Idiot, is this your ability?" Voldemort said with a sneer, "A savior of light who can escape the spell by relying on a broomstick?"

His voice was calm and piercing.

Harry fought back furiously, but his spells missed more and more each time. Under the control of his emotions, he couldn't get close to Voldemort under the rapid shuttle.

Until, a red spell strikes, smashing the broomstick under him to pieces.

Harry cast a weight-loss spell on himself in a crisis, and he didn't want to fall to his death like this.

His figure quickly fell to the ground, hitting the ground hard, except for the excruciating pain and the momentary loss of consciousness, fortunately there was nothing serious.

He didn't have time to feel and recover, he wanted so much to kill Voldemort, to see him die, to see his body reduced to dregs, impatient, no matter the cost.

He rolled stiffly like that a few times and grabbed the wand that fell to the ground. The swift movement scraped his arm, and the rough ground was stained red with blood, washed away by the rain.

Voldemort threw a few spells at random, then watched the distraught boy roll and dodge on the ground, dirty and embarrassed.

"Look at you. Harry Potter." His voice was tremulous and excited. "Look, I'm going to kill you."

"Avada..." Before Voldemort could finish shouting, the silent incantation that Harry uttered while struggling hit a huge boulder beside his feet, and the boulder exploded, inadvertently shattering the protective shield surrounding Voldemort. destroyed.

The heavy rain covered it majesticly, drenching the calm and dry Voldemort almost instantly, and the sudden chill eroded into his body, drowning the curse that Voldemort was about to cast.

Taking advantage of Voldemort's stunned effort, Harry endured the severe pain and crawled up, roaring and raising his wand.

"Avada Kedavra--"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two cast their spells almost simultaneously.

The cold green light cut through the water vapor and shot towards the opponent...

Harry watched helplessly as the green light shot into Voldemort's snake-like eyes amidst Voldemort's horrified and shocked gaze, and melted into his slit black pupils.

Immediately, a huge impact swept over, and Harry felt himself fly upside down, and fell into bottomless darkness before landing.

Sinking... darkness... the body seems to be sinking and floating like a piece of dust, sinking and floating in nothingness...

No pain, no consciousness, just a dark chaos of nothingness, if he had vision at all.

Chaotic wars, majestic thunderstorms, roars, wails, rustling sounds of spells, and the sound of magic colliding in the air, as well as screams, cries... etc., all seemed to leave him and move towards The distance gradually fades away.

He finally understood why some people say that death is a kind of relief.

He also freed himself selfishly, and just as all those who left selfishly brought him pain, he will bring pain to others.

Is it true that after death, all people will return to the source of all living beings with a trace of consciousness?

He couldn't ask, and no one would answer.

Suddenly, a beam of radiant galaxy-like long river surged from the end of the darkness, it was continuous, tossing and sailing into the distance in the darkness...

It is beautiful and magnificent, and it generates countless crystal-like silk threads that seem to be shining with crystal light in the darkness. They are intertwined, like star trails in the sky, gorgeous and dazzling.

"It's time."

Someone whispered in his ear.

who is it?It was like a hallucination, he saw something impossible to describe like time, and like an auditory hallucination, someone told him it was time.

The thing called time flows forward evenly and slowly, nothing can stop it, just like a dead soul staying in the chaos beyond time, unable to catch up with its footsteps.

The voice he was expecting did not sound again.

Until a warm current submerged into his consciousness, that kind of warm and vital force pulled his consciousness to another dark place.

That voice sounded again.

"The Elder Wand never kills his true master lightly."

Is it the real master?

Harry's consciousness faded into darkness.

It was cold in the darkness, as if a piece of ice had been swallowed into his stomach, and the air he breathed out was also icy. There was a tingling pain in his throat, and it was numb, as if flowing through his body like an electric current.

Harry panted heavily, he felt that he was forcibly fused with something, the touch of his skin was faintly visible, something in his body was repelling him, pushing him, but that thing was about to be unable to resist, he immediately Then he can get everything, and the inexplicable joy in his heart is mine, mine...

With a burst of tearing pain, he felt that he was no longer floating in nothingness without any support, but he really had his own feeling, which was a feeling of warmth and vitality.

But it was still very cold, and the sound of running water rang in his ears. As the running water became more and more turbulent, he vaguely heard screams, a familiar and terrifying sound.He tried to reach out, but found that he had no strength left.

"Harry! Harry!" There was a voice, as if it came from a distant place.

"What's wrong with you?" Someone was slapping his face.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Harry opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was the familiar warm yellow lights on the Hogwarts Express, and then I felt my body gradually warming up on the vibrating floor.The warmth from the fingers to the tips of the toes is like the frozen fluorescent light starting to shine.

With the support of his hands, he sat on the seat of the express train in a trance.

The lights on the train were flickering, black phantoms outside the window flitted past one by one, and the raindrops obliquely hit the glass, making a crisp sound.

Harry panted, and the monstrous turbulent memory buried him almost instantly.

First of all, the scream... It's not like the screams that humans can make, it's painful and hideous, and it brings a salty, dark smell...

Then there was the sound of the majestic heavy rain rushing under the thunder and lightning, the smell of blood, water vapor, and the thick smell of death...

"No!" Harry whispered, clutching his head in pain.

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"Avada Kedavra!" The green light sank into his body, and he felt himself falling backwards, his consciousness gradually sinking into the lonely and maddening darkness...

The nose is full of water vapor with bloody smell, mud, gunpowder smoke, under the strong wind

A battlefield of recklessness.Messy, dead, scarlet cold eyes in gray space...

"No!" He was still shaking his head, tears streaming down his face involuntarily.

Everyone was obviously taken aback. Ron shut the door of the people watching the fun, and they even peeked through the glass secretly.

"Harry!" came the familiar voice anxiously. "Professor Lupine, what's the matter with him?"

"Harry?" A pair of big warm hands grabbed his shoulders and shook them vigorously.

Screen playback gradually pauses.

As his body continued to move, he slowly opened his green eyes and looked around.

The one with red hair was Ron, the one with disheveled brown hair was Hermione, Ginny and Neville who came to watch the fun, and Professor Lupine who should have died by his side.

Victory?

Did they win?

No... no, he was dead, and so was Lupine, already dead in the unfinished war.Is everyone dead?

Where is this place?

Soon, he discovered that this was the Hogwarts Express.

yes, on the express...

wrong.

He looked at his inexplicably shrunken friends in horror, and they all looked at him blankly.

wrong.

Neither is right.

What is going on here?

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The author has something to say:

Finally reborn! T_TT_TT_T