HP leap time

"Hi, Potter."

Harry woke up with a jolt. He rubbed his blurred eyes and sat up from the chair to look at the slender figure over the window.

Draco leaned against the window sill as always, with a silvery moonlight smile on his lips.

"You're back! Draco." Harry stood up in surprise, and took a few steps forward to look at him. "You came back very late today, is there anything wrong?"

He raised his brows and opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth, and the starlight danced on those playful canine teeth.

"Miss me?"

It seemed that he was fine, Harry chose to ignore this sentence, he took the biscuits and milk that he had prepared early in the morning, and handed them to him.

"The milk is lukewarm, and the licorice-flavored milk bars you had before are gone, only strawberry-flavored biscuits."

Harry said helplessly, blinking his mint green eyes under the moonlight.

"Oh! Bad news." Draco pouted, put the plate of dessert and milk on the windowsill, and sat down. "Where's Miss Know-It-All and her boyfriend?"

"Hermione went to take care of the younger students, and Ron stayed with her." Harry lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooping to cover his warm pupils. "The kids are having a bad time."

"No one will have a good time in war." Draco took a bite of the biscuit and said vaguely. "But optimistic people will always find all kinds of fun for themselves, Potter."

"Do you look optimistic?" Harry rolled his eyes, trying to reach for a biscuit, covered in waves in strawberry red.

"At least sometimes I find it interesting." Draco lowered his eyes and watched Harry try to pick a shape he liked better on the plate.

"Like when?" Harry said absent-mindedly, and rolled up a moon-shaped pink biscuit in his hands.

Draco snatched it out of his hand, and took a bite before Harry could react, the strong strawberry milk flavor immediately elicited cheers from the taste buds.

"like this."

Sweet, the perfect combination of strawberry milk and honey.

oh!The scoundrel.

It was early morning when Harry woke up, and the sun was streaming in through the window, casting circles of light around his eyes.Green vines covered the railing outside the window, and the cuckoo's call came from the grass.

Harry subconsciously reached for the wand in his hand, until he touched the familiar phoenix tail feather wand, and he felt a little relieved.He went to explore his glasses again, but found nothing.

He looked vaguely at the familiar things around him, and after a long time, he realized that this was the infirmary.

It was very different from the time of the war. Compared with the overcrowded, potion scattered everywhere, and the medical department full of painful gasps, this place is more like a peaceful lounge.

Harry felt the white curtains fluttering across his cheeks, with a strong scent of earth and leaves, and the taste in his mouth was very comfortable, with a hint of sweetness.

"Honey, are you awake?" Mrs. Penrad was wearing a clean white coat, holding a small bottle of potion in her hand.

"Good morning, Mrs. Penrad." Harry gave her a big smile.

"Well, it seems that you are recovering well!" Mrs. Penrad sat beside his bed happily, and handed him the bottle of potion. "Drink it, and you can see clearly, but the effect of the medicine is one week, so you have to find your glasses as soon as possible."

Harry took the potion, and began to recall what happened last night with a feeling of unease.

The terrifying, distorted space that makes the soul tremble, and the feeling of weakness coming from the depths of the body.If nothing else happened, Harry speculated that it might be because his body's ability to accept his soul was limited. After all, his magic power had been sharpened and refined in the war, but his body still couldn't accept it.

Hope so, then as long as he rests and slowly digests and adapts, he will be much better.

At least he now feels energetic, in a good mood, and has no discomfort.

"Where are my glasses?" Harry couldn't help asking. "Where is the person who brought me here?"

"The newly appointed Professor of Fantastic Beasts, Hagrid, sent you here, accompanied by the young master of the Malfoy family." Penrad raised his hand to signal him to drink.Seeing Harry frowned and poured the potion into his stomach, he said with confidence, "Because Hagrid kept asking about your situation, so I kicked them out." Mrs. Penrad blinked and continued, " Later, I asked them one by one at the door where your glasses went. Hagrid obviously didn't notice that your glasses were missing at all. Malfoy said that Hagrid ran all the way with you in his arms. No one knew what. Time to drop."

Harry nodded, showing a good-natured smile that he knew.

The effect of the medicine gradually came up, sourness poured into the eyes, oh, this potion, he raised his hand to wipe away the physiological tears that flowed from his eyes.

The green pupils began to brighten and focus on different objects, and he could see everything clearly.

"Great!" Harry couldn't help sighing.

"It's too much for such beautiful eyes to be covered by glasses." Mrs. Pomrad looked at Harry's sunny smiling face and couldn't help but feel better.Her life has always been like this, worrying about those children who are always hurt, watching them gradually get better under her care, and gradually become lively again, her heart feels tender.

But that didn't mean she wanted to see them in the hospital bed.

"You can be discharged from the hospital, my dear." Mrs. Pomrad said gently, taking the empty potion bottle. "Your friends are worried about you."

The huge Hogwarts clock struck eight times, and the bell reverberated in the air for a long time. From time to time, a large white bird flew by outside the window, waving its white feathers around Hogwarts one after another. Rotating in circles.

Harry walked slowly up the empty stairs, he wasn't going to go to the first divination class, it really didn't make him want to, not to mention that Ron might have asked for leave for him.

He was jumping up and down the stairs with light steps, his fine hair tails floating in the breeze, brushing his bright emerald eyes from time to time, every cell in his body exuded the fact that I am very happy.

After passing the fat lady, he jumped into the big mahogany lounge chair in the Gryffindor lounge.

There was a faint warmth from the extinguished fireplace, the fresh smell of parchment and the lingering sweet and cloying aroma of coffee.

Harry looked up at the crystal-clear chandeliers intertwined in a string. He hadn't been to the Gryffindor lounge for a long time. This place was once neglected because almost everyone gathered as much as possible at that time.

But now he's back!

At this time, a fluffy thing climbed up his stomach, with ginger-yellow long hairs growing in a mess, it meowed and arched Harry's chest with its big round head.

"Oh! Crookshanks." Harry rubbed its head roughly, deliberately flipping the fur on its head upside down.

"Here..." Its throat gurgled angrily, got up and jumped off the chair, and ran to another place.

Harry thought for a while, and soon came up with a bad idea. He got up, picked up the ginger cat, and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

A familiar room, a neat four-corner bed, and dark red curtains.

Harry familiarly mentioned the mouse cage next to Ron's bed.The fat, dirty mouse was sleeping soundly in its cage, and Harry knocked on the cage.Banban woke up a little bit and opened its small eyes that were as big as peas.

It first saw Harry with a gentle smile on his face, and then wriggled towards him, firmly grasping the edge of the cage with two small hands, and sniffing with its dirty pink nose.

Harry took it and locked the door, closed the window, and put it and the cage on the ground.

Almost immediately, Crookshanks bristled with excitement, and it circled the mouse around and around, rubbing its body and inserting its sharp nails into the cage.

Harry crouched down and looked down at the terrified mouse, eyes dangerously hostile.

Pettigrew Peter.

If the time came, he really wanted to kill him.But proper patience is always helpful to the development of things.

"Banban, it's time for you to come out and do some exercise." Harry pretended to be worried and opened the cage amidst the rat's frightened squeaks.

The lunch was very rich, and the plates were filled with all kinds of delicacies, and Harry enjoyed the dessert very much.

"Harry, you're just in good health for eating too many sweets." Hermione watched as he picked up the last piece of strawberry-flavored milk biscuit on the plate, and put it into his mouth with enjoyment.

"Hermione." Harry looked at her sadly. "I didn't eat much."

Hermione silently glanced at the empty white porcelain plate, with only a few pieces of broken strawberries left on it.

"Harry! You don't look the same without your glasses." Neville leaned closer to look at his face, thought for a while and said, "It seems...become...cuter."

"Pfft..." Ron spat out a mouthful of orange juice.

Harry's face also became a little embarrassing. It was the first time in his two lives that someone said he was cute, but it was so strange to hear it from Neville's mouth.

"Hahahahaha, cute little Potter." Ron giggled indistinctly, his golden eyelashes fluttered on his face, and orange juice dripped down his chin.

"You'd better laugh at yourself, little Ronnie." Harry plugged his leaky mouth with a chicken leg.

Hermione also laughed helplessly.

There were bursts of laughter around.

The afternoon sky was bright, and a large white bird flitted through it with fluttering feathers.

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