HP leap time

The moment the hippogriff scratched Harry's back, Hermione felt her blood freeze.She couldn't help but screamed out, and then ran over quickly, Ron even ran ahead of her.

Everyone seemed to respond. They pushed and approached him, calling in low voices, and some girls trembled in fright on the spot.

Hagrid strenuously tied the manic guy with blood on its paws to a thick tree, and let it roar and scream at the side, pushing away the crowd and staggering to Harry's side.

"We can't get close to him! Professor!" Hermione felt her voice tremble.

"His magic is disordered! He's going to die!" Ron looked at the bloody Harry writhing on the ground with red eyes. He looked like he was poisoned, his body trembling on the ground, he screamed He felt so painful that he was about to die.

Hagrid's lips were pale, and he began to suffer the sting of magic rebounding like a fool, trying to get close to him.

"No, forcibly disrupting his magic power will cause his magic power to riot." Hermione said excitedly, her eyes were moist. "Go to Dumbledore! Go to him!"

"Luna has already left, and the professors will be here soon." Neville said pantingly, he glanced at Harry, and suddenly felt a chill behind his back, no one would have thought that a majestic sunny boy would disappear in a blink of an eye Become like this.

Every student present watched in horror, no one had ever seen such a terrible thing, they couldn't even do anything, they could only wait with difficulty.

"Malfoy! What did you do to him?!"

Almost no one reacted, Draco was still sitting on the ground blankly, his face was pale, like a broken puppet.

Ron rushed forward and hit him in the face with a punch. Draco fell to the ground all of a sudden, his right cheek was red and swollen, and he blinked his shallow eyes showing a painful expression .

Goyle and Crabbe hugged Ron's waist and kicked him away. Ron was pinned to the ground by Goyle in embarrassment, unable to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as Draco covered his face and was helped by Blaise.

It wasn't until everyone realized that Harry turned into this appearance in order to push someone away.

And this person turned out to be his nemesis Draco Malfoy.

Dumbledore arrived soon as everyone expected. He watched the children on the ground froze abruptly, and the crowd in front of him quickly dispersed.Harry was still moaning weakly on the ground, his voice was hoarse.

"Oh! Merlin!" Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Penrad who rushed over were startled. The latter tightly covered his mouth. He was still a good child in the morning, but he became like this in a blink of an eye.

Dumbledore drew out his wand, and the golden light slowly came out with the singing in his mouth.

Immediately, a faint golden color covered his whole body. Harry had begun to gradually calm down, and the scattered magic power around him was also flowing back into his body one after another. The scream turned into a heavy gasp too.

Mrs. Pomrad threw herself on the spot and knelt beside Harry and began to examine his whole body with her wand.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of energy before dismissing most of the students, and also learned the whole thing through some people.

When Hagrid carried the weak Harry back to the school infirmary, and dealt with the hippodrome—bringing them to the fence and locking them up, the matter was considered over.

When Harry woke up again, the wind coming in from the window brought a burst of coolness.

The sun rose slowly from the east and was hidden in a thick cloud.It was already the next morning, and he hadn't dreamed all night, probably because he drank the dreamless potion.

The funny thing is that he spent two days in the infirmary after his rebirth. He even thought pessimistically that his rebirth was just another tragedy.

This time he woke up not as energetic as yesterday, probably because of his injury, but he still felt very tired.

Harry was lying on the white hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling carved with a circle of cherubs, thinking blankly. He could faintly hear someone messing about something not far away, making the crisp sound of glass bottles colliding with each other. ring.

There is a reason for his pessimism.

He thought he knew the reason for himself. After rebirth, the soul and body were not compatible, and there was a gap.

oh!Terrible ridiculous fact, so fucking like that disgusting separation of souls!

But at least there won't be a spellcaster controlling his emotions, right?Good news, since no one cast a spell on him at all! He thought to himself.

So, killing him has become very simple, right?

A simple slashing spell or a common offensive spell would have been enough to torment him.To be simpler, give him the Cruciatus Curse, and it will be perfect.

Harry's head began to ache again, as if there were countless small bugs biting it, bursts of pain.

Harry clenched his fists and slammed the bed below him hard, anger churning in his body with despair.

What else can he do?He's even an asshole!

A real glass doll!

He can't protect every important person as he imagined!

There is no way!

"Are you awake? My dear." Mrs. Penrad's gentle voice came, obviously she heard something.

The emotion in Harry's eyes was instantly hidden, and he sat up slowly, the wound on his back still tingling with pain.

"Poor child." Mrs. Penrad's eyes were full of pity, and her face didn't look very good. "Those dangerous animals can hurt students casually...there is no kingly law, why would they do such a thing..."

Harry watched in embarrassment as she stroked his forehead with a soft hand, and then gave him a bottle of light gray potion.

"Drink it, and you'll be much better, at least with some strength."

Under her gaze, Harry poured all the potion into his mouth, and the bitter taste spread and spread in his stomach.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

Harry nodded silently, flashing a forced smile.

"Dumbledore is outside. He came before seven o'clock. I think you didn't let them in before you woke up." Mrs. Pomrad looked a little angry. She kindly asked Harry for advice and got up Open the door so that the old principal with the innocent white beard can lead the students in.

Harry's face was pale and stiff, and there was no emotion in his green eyes. He greeted Dumbledore slightly with the corners of his mouth raised, only to see Hermione and Ron, and the pale blond who obviously did not come voluntarily. juvenile.

Draco's face was very pale, there were dark blue circles under his eyes, and he lowered his eyes without even looking up.

"I have something terrible to tell you, Harry." Dumbledore looked at him with familiar kind eyes. "I think this matter may give you a big blow, so I brought them here without permission. I hope to have friends to help you share it, and you will feel better."

Is there anything worse?Harry thought to himself, he felt like he didn't want to hear anything, wanted to be alone for a while, didn't want to sit on the bed and have a group of normal healthy people look at him with pity!

I have long had enough of this cowardly self who is looked down upon by others.

"Professor, are you right?" Ron couldn't help exclaiming, the corners of his mouth raised as if he had heard something interesting. "Is this Malfoy? I thought you brought him here to make an apology, not... to share Harry's privacy... that's funny."

Ron laughed a little exasperatedly.

Hermione looked at them sadly and worriedly, her eye circles were also red, obviously afraid of something.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry, as if wanting to ask his opinion, but the eyes peeking out from under the half-moon glasses were bright and probing.

"Let him stay." Harry said impatiently and indifferently, pulling the corners of his mouth.He knew that Dumbledore had brought Draco here to test his attitude towards him, but he was in no mood to be kind to anyone right now, let alone weave lies about things that were not calculated.

Ron froze for a moment, staring blankly at Harry, his neck was stained red with anger, he pressed his tongue against his left cheek, and there was a slight pain at the base of his tongue.Finally his eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

Draco couldn't help but looked up at Harry with his mind moving, his green eyes were like a piece of emerald sealed in ice, the strangeness made him afraid.

"Speak, Professor Dumbledore." The alienated attitude made Dumbledore narrow his eyes suspiciously.

But soon, his eyes softened again.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Harry," he said sentimentally, putting his hands behind his back and proclaiming slowly. "Your soul is traumatized, and probably, your body is rejecting it."

Everyone's eyes widened, except Harry.

Hermione covered her mouth and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

What is this concept?

Everyone has a soul that fits perfectly with himself, □ is perception, soul is spirit, and the two complement each other.

The phenomenon of repulsion between the two is very small, and most of them are mentally ill patients whose spirits have been severely hit.

The difference between wizards and Muggles is the difference between whether the soul carries magic power, and magic power needs to be carried by the body.

If there is a gap between the soul and the body, it is impossible to be repelled by the body unless the spirit has been severely hit and severely traumatized.

But no one would have thought that there was a reborn soul hidden in Harry's body.

"That's impossible, Professor." Hermione shook her head, Dumbledore must be confused.

"He's mentally normal!" Ron obviously didn't believe it either.

Draco just watched in horror as the mocking look on Harry's face shouldn't have been on his face.

As if he already knew everything...

"So, when my soul and body didn't fit together..." Harry said suddenly, his voice was stiff and trembling with anger, and he immediately attracted all the attention. "So the pain I get will multiply, and the pain in the body will also torture the soul, right?"

"From the perspective of your physical condition, it will have such an effect." Dumbledore affirmed him with twinkling eyes. "But less so in other respects, Harry."

Harry slowly got up from the bed, with a suffocating cruel and cold smile on his face, and the morning sun shone in his pupils and instantly turned into shattered ice.

He knelt on the bed and crawled a few steps forward, approaching Dumbledore's messy beard, and the sheets behind him were smeared like wetlands crawled by hundreds of earthworms.

"So am I useless to you? Professor Dumbledore."

His tone was trembling, as if he was holding back great anger, Harry put on a hideous mask he was not familiar with, and tried his best to hide the wanton cowardice behind him.