HP leap time

Tonight is the night of the full moon, the moon broke through the night high and revealed, illuminating the tallest lighthouse in Hogwarts.

The lighthouse looks taller than imagined, and also older than imagined. It stands alone on the castle with a small spike, as if it will collapse if you don't pay attention, and all the only tiles you have Fall on top of the castle.

No one can find their way to this lighthouse, and every seemingly accessible road is blocked.There it was, a modest ornament adorning the castle.

The howling sound of the werewolf whizzed through the wind, bringing with it the salty smell of the lake.The wind came from the direction of the Black Lake, from the lowest point to the highest point, passed impossibly through the lighthouse, and finally dissipated in the air.

Someone landed here in the wind. With the movement of invisible hands, a broom as beautiful as flowing gold emerged from the invisibility cloak. It hung in the air and returned to its familiar place, and the footsteps also sounded, ta... ta ...clack...scattered footsteps, like a broken clock.

Harry Potter canceled the Disillusionment spell on his body, jumped up, and lightly landed on the lowest low wall of the lighthouse. He sat on it with one leg bent and smacked his lips, admiring the surprisingly large moon.

It was already October, and Quidditch training was becoming more urgent, three times a week with no technical content, at least for him.The progress of the course has also been accelerated. As Harry's grades have gradually improved, it seems that the image of Harry in the professor's heart has gradually faded away.

When the presence of new things is getting higher and higher, people are always easy to forget the old things that are deposited in the memory.

For example, Harry is a well-deserved top student, for example, Harry is a boy with a delicate mind, for example, there are always girls screaming wherever Harry is, for example, Harry is always single-minded to find trouble with Draco , Another example, Harry is a well-deserved golden boy at Hogwarts.

Remembering his reckless and impulsive temperament, remembering his perfunctory fabrication of professor's thesis, remembering his stammering with beautiful girls he didn't know well, remembering that he was always passively provoked by Malfoy, there are only a few people left.

Maybe it won't be long before the new Harry will always replace the old Harry in everyone's heart.

This is what he wants too, to create an image worth looking up to, not fame.

During the last period of the war, everyone took him as hope and forcibly planted him as a banner of light in Hogwarts castle and sealed it up.

But few really think that he values ​​his right to speak. He is just an indispensable mascot in war.

Since it is a mascot, he might as well be a beast of the town.

Harry likes to go to the Room of Requirement every night to practice magic. Most of the spells he has practiced and learned in the past month or so are defensive and healing spells. These are undoubtedly the best for his body, less injuries and less suffering.

At least until Dumbledore found the herb, he couldn't relax.

Thanks to Merlin, Snape finally lowered his face under his relentless flattery and agreed to help him refer to the question of the gap between soul and body, even though Harry knew that Snape had asked Dumbledore about him in the morning.

If nothing else happened, the first potion he got to suppress the side effects of soul-body separation would be on Halloween.

Halloween is almost here.

Harry sorted out the sundries here, and most of them were brought by him. There were clippings from the Daily Prophet about the layoffs of the Ministry of Magic, news about nobles participating in politics, and various articles related to black magic. , piled up scatteredly aside.

Pressed by the box, there were also some bottles and jars, with some liquid left in them, all of which were various potions he had tried during this period.There's even a sleeping bag on his left hand side in case he gets cold.

This is his small world, no one has discovered it, and no one will.

Even his friends didn't know that Hogwarts had a place that belonged entirely to him, Harry Potter.

He's used to coming here to relax, and this height suits him well.

Harry stood up, tiptoeing dangerously on the cornice, standing upright like a javelin.

He took a deep breath and stared at the pale yellow moon in a daze.If he played normally, he would be able to know his Animagus image tonight.

It's exciting to think about it! It's been more than a month since he was discharged from the hospital, and he has been planning to practice Animagus, and he has successfully felt the changes brought about by certain characteristics last week .

If he guessed correctly, he would turn into something like a bird. Harry was very excited, and he couldn't wait for the feeling of spreading his wings.

Standing at the highest place in Hogwarts, looking up at the dark clouds lingering in the dark sky, covering the full screen of starlight, melting into the mild and rich moonlight... My heart calmed down slowly, and my ears calmed down. Surrounded by the rustling sound of the wind, my mind kept shuttling with the wind in the windy lighthouse, chasing the fragmented newspapers that the wind pressed down on the stones and blown them into disorder.

The body seems to gradually become the wind, light and weightless in the air.

It's time, Harry opened his eyes, the speed of magic power flowing in his body instantly accelerated, circles of light traces appeared on his messy black hair, he began to chant obscure spells, his gaze was firm and confident .

The blood and the magical power of changing laws began to fuse again, and the bones began to relax. The skin was dotted with tiny white fluff. The fluff gradually grew, and pieces of white feathers gradually covered the whole body. The body began to twist until it became There was a large white bird with a sharp dark red beak.

To be precise, it is a white eagle.

"Ugh..."

A long and distant chirp came out from the mouth of the big white bird, and the sound drifted out in the wind.

It was trembling with excitement, and its mint green eyes glistened under the moonlight, like the surface of a lake reflected in the starlight.

The wings slowly spread, and the soft feathers were carefully scattered bit by bit, shining softly under the night sky.

"Gu..."

With a sigh, it fully spread its wings, the big one almost filling up the small tower, its claws stomped on the eaves, and its body broke through the air.

The fact was not as he had imagined. Harry fluttered his wings in fear, which brought about huge air currents in different directions. These air currents knocked him sideways, and he stumbled down.

"Ugh..."

Harry couldn't help but let out a cry, slipped dangerously across a tower, and landed on a tiled roof.

He tried to spread his wings and take off again, carefully feeling the throbbing of the wind blowing over the tips of the wings, and finally managed to fly for a while, and landed on the top of a huge window.

Harry squinted his eyes and looked in from the window. He could see the hall with the lights off, and he could vaguely see the portraits on the walls resting quietly and not shaking. Fortunately, no one noticed him.

"Goo."

The white eagle called out again, spread its wings and glided out. The wind quickly flapped the feathers on his chest, poured in from the dark red beak, filled its lung cavity, and then followed its satisfied growth. Howling poured out.

The animals in the Forbidden Forest are also ready to move, the Ye Ji screams hoarsely, the werewolf whimpers sadly in the hut, the sound of flapping wings and the chaotic sound of leaves rubbing against each other...

Hogwarts at night is cool and colorful, but not quiet at all.

It was another vibrant morning, and the sunshine filled every corner of the castle early.

The auditorium was already full of students, and various breakfasts were set on the table.

Harry came to sit next to Ron with sore body, and sighed listlessly.The waves were too strong last night, and the first transformation was inappropriate, which made me exhausted today.But when he thinks of his heroic image of a white eagle, he can't help but smirk, he's so handsome!

"You're not going to have any problems again, are you? Harry." Hermione looked worried at Harry, who looked extremely pale. "Did you secretly go to practice again last night?"

"Yeah." Harry blinked behind his glasses and smiled casually. "A lot of progress has been made!"

He really wanted to share the good news with his friends, but he felt very guilty at the thought that Hermione would suspect that a third year student had learned the Animagus.

"You're working too hard, brother." Ron looked up at him, his mouth twitched, and he said in a sour tone. "It's not the person I'm familiar with anymore!"

"Harry, you have to pay proper attention to your body!" Hermione gave Ron a disgusted look. "Of course he is much wiser than some guys who don't want to make progress."

"What do you mean?" Ron showed a look of bitterness and hatred, his eyebrows twisted together. "Everyone has their own pressures and pursuits."

Hermione glanced at him, and then looked at Harry with a worried expression, quite the model of Mrs. Weasley.

"You have to properly control the speed of practice, look at your appearance, no one looks worse than you!"

"Only today, I promise." Harry surrendered impatiently.

Hermione snorted and stopped answering, and picked up a chicken sandwich.

"Sirius has appeared in Hogsmeade!" Seamus yelled holding the Daily Prophet that had just been mailed. "Someone saw him there!"

"He won't dare to do anything to hurt others there. Isn't the defense there very strict?" someone said.

Ron swallowed the last bite of bread, one of his golden eyelashes stuck to his lid.

"That won't delay our trip to Hogsmeade, will it?" he said sadly.

"That's right..." Harry couldn't help but be moved. If he went to Hogsmeade, he might be able to see Sirius in advance.

"You can't go can you?" Hermione quickly interrupted Harry's association. "You didn't get a signature."

"..." Harry looked at Hermione with a look of difficulty, and suddenly remembered that he couldn't go to Hogsmeade in his third year, and he didn't even get the Marauder's Map. "Too."

"Don't worry! We'll bring you something good!" Ron watched Harry lower his head with a disappointed face and couldn't help but patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Thank you."

Harry held a fork to fork the fried egg on the white porcelain plate, and his long eyelashes drooped down, covering the fiery gaze in his eyes. He has been waiting for you for a long time, Sirius.

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