HP leap time

The soul and the body do not fit together. Based on the principle of Voldemort's soul separation, it is to use one's own magic power to ingest other people's bodies indirectly, and isolate the distance and communication between the soul and the body, so as to control people's emotions. It can also be used in conjunction with other spells. Max out the damage, and even then it's just a simple spell that costs almost no mana.

If Voldemort used his talents for academic research, he should also be included in the annals of Merlin Medal winners.

Then the principle in my body is similar, the gap is like an open wound, which is constantly intertwined and rubbed, and cannot be healed.

The wound needs to be treated, and the treatment needs to be treated with the right medicine.If the gap is filled with the right medicine, then the wound will not cause pain due to friction.

But obviously his situation is different from the wound, there is nothing to fill, if there is a way to restrain it properly, then he can accomplish a lot of things, he thought, it is time to find a chance to visit Professor Snape, even if only A trace of confusion.

The grocery room in the Response Room is always full of all kinds of old things, and the dim yellow air is also full of tiny and fine particles.Gray puppets, old black wood wardrobes, and large and small glassware... A dark red curtain full of dust is spread on it like a spider web.

Footsteps sounded abruptly inside, tap, tap, tap, like a broken clock.The light at the tip of the wand shone in the air, illuminating the dust in the crevices.

The mahogany box lying on the high ground was opened by an invisible hand, and a small elf with folded wings jumped out of it and hid in the old lampshade.Kou Guan, studded with diamonds and purple agate, floated up from the box in the air, and the falling platinum shone with old broken light in the dim yellow air.

Then it disappeared into the air as abruptly as abrupt footsteps.

The morning classes ended soon, and the whole castle was filled with vitality. Heads, big and small, came out of the classrooms like water, noises, footsteps, and the sound of robes rubbing together.

Only the black door of Snape's Potions classroom remained tightly shut.

Harry leaned on the handrail in the corridor boredly, trying to sense the trajectory of the magic power in his body.

It flows orderly between soul and body, occasionally pausing at the junction.

Harry had figured out something, about his purpose, about his existence.

Maybe some things are just like that, once you have a firm belief, it seems that all things can be overcome.

Harry's purpose has never changed, to kill Voldemort.

But now he is not only living to kill Voldemort, he has been forced to live under Voldemort's pressure for a lifetime, and it is impossible for him to walk on the same path again.

Voldemort is just a goal that he has to accomplish in his life, and he must do his best to accomplish it with the smallest price.

If the separation of soul and body was the price he got after rebirth, then he still earned it, didn't he?At least he had a chance to change.

The door opened slowly only after Harry almost picked off a piece of slightly raised red paint on the armrest.

The reluctant third graders came out of the classroom with sluggish faces, and surrounded them in surprise when they saw the golden boy of Gryffindor standing there smiling at them.

"Harry! Are you all right?" Lavender was at the forefront, her wide brown eyes exclaiming. "I was really scared by you yesterday!"

"Harry! It's great to see you're all right!" Seamus also came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Everyone gathered together to watch the excitement, and in an instant the door was surrounded.

Harry smiled gently, and was very moved in his heart. Even though he was like the snake locked behind the glass in the zoo, almost everyone wanted to see if he was real.

After Neville had told him in detail how much homework Snape had assigned, the talent pretty much left for lunch in the Great Hall - Draco almost completely ignored him, angrily pushed away from the crowd and turned back down the spin stairs.

His best friends were still waiting at the door, watching him without hostility.

Familiar hair color, familiar face.

Hermione blinked at Harry's more gentle smile, and her nose immediately turned red.

"Everyone..." Harry sighed, and took a few steps forward to embrace Ron and Hermione, clattering—the book in Hermione's hand was scattered all over the floor, but no one cared.

"I'm sorry, Harry, we were here to help you share your bad luck..." Hermione's voice choked slightly, "but we left you there alone."

"It was my words that hurt so much, and I'm very sorry." Harry whispered, feeling his eyes were about to be overwhelmed by the huge brown hair.

"There is no difficulty that we can't solve, isn't there?" Ron cracked his mouth and smiled, his golden eyes narrowed into a crescent shape. "We will definitely cure your illness, as long as we find a way."

"Of course, there's nothing that can't be solved." Harry patted them on the back vigorously, feeling a burst of relief in his heart.Just like our everlasting friendship.

The used potions classroom was like a disaster scene, with residues of potion ingredients everywhere, tables and chairs were splashed with all kinds of potions with pungent smells.

The potions professor in black robe was still packing his things on the podium. After he put the last bottle of sample potion into the box, he slowly raised his gloomy face to look at the green-eyed boy who stood there for a long time. .

Harry didn't go to lunch with Hermione and the others, but stayed.

"Do you want me to give you extra lessons? Harry Potter." With disgusted eyes and a disgusted voice, Snape looked at the boy in front of him unabashedly.

"Professor, I have something to ask you." Harry tried his best to sound sincere, even though he had already embraced a most respectful heart.

"Did I hear you right? Is there anything in this world that you can't do?" Snape sneered, his eyes still as cold as ever. "If you had any intelligence, you shouldn't have come to me after your stupid friends blew up the cauldron."

Harry still couldn't help but thump in his heart, and finally understood how the yellow stain on Ron's side face came from.

The Potions teacher sneered, brushed his robe past him, and left behind a sentence that could make Harry depressed for a whole day.

"Don't forget that even if you don't come to class, there must be a word in the paper that should be completed."

By the time Harry got back into the Great Hall they were almost done eating, half the house was looking up at him, almost everyone had heard about his injury.

He calmly sat beside Ron and picked up his fork, ignoring the chattering discussions.

"So, you're going to finish the potion homework with us?" An undisguised gloating smile appeared on the corner of Ron's mouth.

Harry gave him a blank look. "If you haven't blown up the cauldron, maybe I still have a chance to finish my sentence."

"I didn't." Hermione denied immediately, and she added after glancing at Ron. "However, the shrink potion is indeed a bit difficult."

Ron looked at her angrily, "I'm not the only one who exploded."

"Neville?" Harry asked him, easily thinking of the somewhat forgetful boy.

"Hey! Harry!" Neville explained from the sidelines, looking slightly displeased. "I didn't."

"Malfoy blew up his cauldron too," Seamus interjected. "It's like making an appointment. There was a bang on this side, and before everyone could react, there was a bang on the other side."

Seamus imitated the scene at that time in a decent manner.

"You can't imagine Snape's face, as if he ate Neville's toad."

A picture immediately appeared in Harry's mind, the picture of Risnape's upper lip curled up, his face livid and frightening.

"But he deducted ten points from Gryffindor, and only deducted two points from Malfoy. He said that Malfoy only added two drops of leech slime because he was frightened by my movement." Ron widened his eyes and said viciously. He looked at the long table of Slytherin. "I think I can use this as an excuse to put a couple of drops of Scabbers' drool into his potion next time, too."

Harry smiled, looked up and followed Ron's gaze, and easily found the conspicuous pale blond hair through countless shaking heads.

Draco took a sip of the sweet and greasy orange juice, the bright orange swayed in the glass, reflecting spots of light.He exuded a strong aura of not approaching strangers all over his body.

"The savior is watching you, Draco." Pansy's voice came from the side, and Blaise also looked up with interest.

Draco subconsciously wanted to roll his eyelids to find those green pupils, but the inexplicable humiliation in his heart suppressed his thoughts.

"Let him see, I won't feel guilty for seeing through his eyes." Draco raised his head even higher, and he picked up the glass with his fingerprints on it again.

No one is asking you about guilt, Draco.

Pansy and Blaise looked at each other and exchanged smiles.

"Let's make a bet," Pansy said with narrowed eyes and a smile. "Just bet on whether the savior will come to trouble Draco after the meal?"

Blaise's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he began to calculate in his brain. "No, Potter won't come, it's a bet, Pansy." He said firmly.

"Bet on a chance to instigate the opponent." Pan Xi's eyes were full of calculations.

"Brace nodded, looking at Pansy's winning smile, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Pansy picked up a small berry-colored dessert, and through the shadows, she clearly saw the savior picking up an identical glass of orange juice, took a sip carefully, and spat it in under Granger's disgusted gaze, and then He looked up sadly in the direction of Slytherin.

The afternoon sky is always so bright, showing Blaise's favorite azure blue today, clear and beautiful.He believed without hesitation and was sure that this would be a good fortune for his gamble, and it would also be a sign that he would have a good mood for the whole day.

However, if it wasn't for Draco who insisted on drinking a whole glass of orange juice that no one wanted to touch, if it wasn't for Pansiphy who wanted to drag Draco around the hall and back to the Slytherin lounge, if Draco Not looking up and staring at the savior who left the dinner table at exactly the same time when he was 20 meters away...

Perhaps everything he comforted himself would come true.

"I heard your cauldron exploded, Malfoy." The playful and mocking voice filled every inch of air in his ears.

Put away the upward arc of your mouth!Savior.

You ruined my favorite color.