HP leap time

After dinner, Harry said goodbye to his two friends and went to Professor McGonagall to receive his punishment.At the same time, I hope that the confinement will end soon so that he can have time to rest.

Fortunately for him, he didn't need to help Filch wipe every trophy in the trophy room tonight, but went with Hagrid to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest to pick the white wormwood that Bonrad needed to make the stabilizer .Thanks to Merlin, even going through the war didn't change his opinion of Filch.

When the limping Filch with greasy hair and wispy hair led him all the way to Hagrid's hut with the creaking little iron lantern, he would reach out and grab him from time to time, as if he wouldn't Like walking.

"Let's go quickly! You bastard, don't even try to escape." He murmured irritably, "Disobedient students who violate discipline should be punished..."

From a distance, he saw Hagrid standing outside the hut, waving to him, and then striding towards him holding Fang Fang.

"Hey! Harry." Hagrid patted him on the shoulder, his long black beard tickling his cheek. "I heard you're not feeling well in the car, are you okay?"

"Why are you still here?" Hagrid turned his head and frowned at Filch who was carrying the lantern again.

Filch snorted coldly, glanced at Harry and muttered some nasty words, then walked towards the castle, shaking the lantern.

"I'm fine, I'm just feeling a little tired." Harry smiled and walked side by side with Hagrid towards the lighted cabin. "I haven't congratulated you on being a professor yet!"

Hagrid's face turned extremely rosy. He stroked his hair shyly and said, "How does it feel, the students agree with... um... I don't have any objections?"

"I was late and didn't hear it all, but I sensed everyone was happy," Harry said with a laugh.

Hagrid's bright black eyes showed from his hair, and he looked at him happily, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Dumbledore was a really nice guy, oh, really nice."

Harry caught sight of the obviously impatient blond boy standing in the doorway, looking up at him with frowning eyes and chest folded.

Harry suddenly remembered that Draco was going to be locked up with him, and his mood immediately became much better.

"Okay boys, this is the second time we have worked together! I remember the last time you were little fluffy, not even up to my waist." Hagrid took a few rusty sickles and three bamboo sticks from the hut. Woven panniers.He looked back at Harry with relief and said with some emotion. "Time flies……"

"Hey." Harry heard Draco sneer.

"This mission is not dangerous at all, we just need to cut some white wormwood, if we can find it."

He distributed things to them, and then he framed the largest pannier on his back, which contained several knives and a bundle of rope.

Harry also carried the smaller basket, and a smell of chicken feathers came out.

"No, no, I can't carry it." Draco stayed away from the yellowed bamboo basket on the ground with a disgusted expression. "I can carry a lantern."

"You..." Hagrid couldn't help pointing at him and said.

"Forget it." Harry interrupted Hagrid, looking up at Draco. "He can't pick a few anyway."

Draco looked at him and smirked.

Harry couldn't help but look up at the familiar night, the moon was always bright like every day in the past, and the moonlight was scattered all over the ground through the shadows of the trees.Compared with the night sky once separated by a layer of golden light film, this is obviously more real and soft.

He couldn't help but think of Draco telling him that he preferred the Hogwarts sky.

Draco came late that night, the moon was already high in the sky, and Harry was alone waiting for him, Hermione and Ron couldn't remember where.

He still remembered that Draco was half lying on the window sill with his arm pillowed, looking out in a daze, his pale eyes reflecting the golden night sky.

"This sky is beautiful, compared to the outside." He sighed in ecstasy, his eyes sparkling.

It was because of that golden film that it seemed to isolate the flames of war and damage outside, and kept the only pure land in his heart.

But the ridiculous thing is that those trapped inside have fear of this, while those who are free outside have become dependent.

Harry couldn't help but looked up at the young man who was holding a lantern beside him. His soft side face was covered with a layer of warm yellow light and shadow, making him look strange and familiar.

"What are you looking at, Scarhead?"

The annoying voice sounded just right as always.

"Let's see if your wound will leave a scar, Malfoy." Harry lied without blushing, his green brows and eyes tinged with a smile.

The wound on his neck had healed, and it was evident that Mrs. Penrad had given him medicine.There is still a faint red mark on it that has not completely faded.The long white neck was raised slightly, which gave Harry the urge to take another bite.

Draco took a curious look at the smile on his lips.

"I'm disappointed, the scar will definitely not stay, but thank you for not contracting any rabies, Potter." After he finished mockingly, he immediately froze and dodged, as if he was afraid that Harry would pounce again. Come up to bite him.

"Tch—" Harry laughed and ignored it, and quickened his pace to catch up with Hagrid who was not far away.

"Look, this is white wormwood." Hagrid took the lantern and held it up. On a boulder covered with mud and weeds, green plants grew out of blue-gray cracks, about half the length of an arm's length. Long, its grass tips are light green, a very pure and transparent color, like moonstone.

"Don't look at its fragile appearance, it's actually very difficult to pull it off. In order not to damage its grass roots, I brought a sickle, so we only need to cut off the exposed part." Hagrid signaled them Take out the sickle.

Harry touched the back basket with his backhand, and suddenly touched something cool, and subconsciously withdrew his hand like an electric shock. If he guessed right, it was Draco's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Knife, of course. Potter."

"When did you put your knife behind my back?" Harry looked at Draco with a smug smile and took the knife in his hand and began to play with it.

"I thought you knew." He said lazily, took out another one from Harry's back, compared the two seriously, and happily handed the old one to Harry.

A child's trick, Harry shook his head helplessly, stretched out his left hand to catch the handle of the knife, and then closed his fingers to hold it tightly.When Draco let go, gravity hit, Harry's wrist flicked and the knife fell to the ground.

Draco looked at him strangely, then smirked.

"The weak and unflappable savior."

Harry didn't take his words to heart, picked it up with the other hand, it wasn't heavy, but the soreness between his fingers couldn't get away anyway.

"Wang——" Yaya excitedly bit the white wormwood, and pulled it out vigorously. Except for the leaves twisting a few times, it was not even pulled out at all.

Almost as hard as metal.

"Let me demonstrate." Hagrid pushed Fang away, and then held the wormwood, which was covered with Fang's saliva. "Oh! Look at what you've done." Hagrid took out a dirty towel from his body and wiped it, and then held the damp white wormwood with his hand.

"Can't you change one?" Draco asked, frowning in disgust.

"It's not so easy to find another one." Hagrid turned back and said, he raised his scythe against the stone and began to cut it creakingly.

After cutting for about 1 minute, it still has no movement, except that the color is a little dim.

"Look, that's it." Hagrid looked at them with some embarrassment and said, "It's strong."

"If it keeps cutting like this, when can I go back to sleep?" Draco looked up at it and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I guess I'm going to stay here all night."

"If you don't do anything." Hagrid gave him a slightly panted look.

To save time, Hagrid gave them the white wormwood and went to find another one himself.

"I hope that when I come back, you have already cut down this white wormwood, instead of wrestling it into a ball." Hagrid looked back at them worriedly before leaving, and Harry gave him a reassuring smile. "Remember not to run around."

Harry stood there watching Hagrid's tall figure recede into the darkness, wondering if cutting the curse would be quicker.

At this moment, a sudden fatigue came over his mind amidst his astonishment, dizziness immediately covered his eyes, and there was a feeling of his soul being pulled, which made him want to vomit.He pressed his chest and groped to hold onto a branch beside him, as if lightning was jumping before his eyes.

...uncomfortable...

So sad……

He raised his head again, and was horrified to find that the space in his field of vision began to distort, and the surrounding branches were twisted together with the darkness, flickering and bending, and mixed in with an inexplicable dark red that frightened him. .

The salty smell rushed into the mouth one by one.There were bursts of muffled thunder in my ears, and the nightmarish sound of heavy rain that seemed to come from far away...

"Potter?" came a familiar voice.

Draco looked at Harry staring blankly at a place while leaning on a tree, and asked strangely.

"What are you standing there looking at?"

"Is it raining?"

A weak voice came tremblingly, fluttering.

Draco's heart skipped a beat.Looking at the dark surroundings, the cold moonlight, and the silent air, there is no rain.He picked up the lantern next to him and slowly approached him...

"Don't play tricks, Scarhead."

Harry shook his head violently, trying to wake himself up, and opened his eyes again.

It was still that kind of distorted space, strange, terrifying, dark red mixed with the smell of blood, with a dangerous and evil aura.

He opened his eyes wide, and the usual alertness and mental tension filled every cell in his body almost instantly.

Dip dong... Dip dong...

The sound of rain disappeared, replaced by the sound of dripping dew.

It gradually became clear to my ears, the sound of leaves falling, the sound of beetles crawling, and the sound of cloth rubbing when someone approached him.

The sound is very clear...

A voice came from his mind, like someone talking, vaguely accompanied by heart-piercing pain.

"Potter." Draco held the lantern close to his face, and the light quickly brightened his expression.

Terrified, with an expression of being overwhelmed with pain.

His eyes were not focused, but they were widened in horror, and his lips trembled as if he was saying something.

Draco suddenly felt creepy and startled, he let out a soft cry and threw the lantern aside.

After hesitating with both hands, he grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook them gently.

"Potter... Potter..."

The space in the field of vision began to slowly return to normal, and the body gradually regained consciousness.

Vaguely, Harry felt a pair of warm hands, and unconsciously leaned over as if he had found support, and fell into a warm, messy embrace before his eyes were completely dark.

Something was wrong with his body, that was Harry's last thought before his consciousness faded.