HP leap time

Halloween Eve.

From the distant mountain to the near tower, the whole world is white, and Hogwarts is completely covered by heavy snow. The vast white color blocks are piled up on the roof one by one, forming the appearance of stairs.

"call--"

The pale white breath warmly melted the snow in his hand, the black-haired boy hugged the snowy owl in his arms tightly, and rubbed the softest hair on its head with his reddened nose.

"Goodbye."

He waved goodbye to his friends.

"I'll bring you lots of candy."

A boy with a brown-red head abruptly on the white expanse.

"Goodbye, Harry."

The girl shook her hand, and the red and yellow scarf covered half of her face, which muffled her voice.

Waving again, the boy turned around and walked towards the steps alone, casually kicking away the crushed snow and ice at the door.

The little thing in his arms cooed a few times and began to wriggle. Harry let go of his hand, and let Hedwig stand on his arm. It fluttered its wings and gave the young man's fair cheeks a little, then carefully began to comb. Pick up your feathers.

Quiet and peaceful.

like a painting.

The clear white is used as the background color, and it depicts a majestic castle. Standing under the castle is a handsome young man with floating robes. The snowy owl on his arm looks at the messy footprints on the snow...

Color, light and shadow, distant mountains, pavilions and youth...

It's a little bit less vivid than perfect.

"A person stayed? Potter." The silver boy walked into the frame, leaving a series of neat footprints on the complete snow block, and his robe fluttered behind his back like waves. "Are you afraid of dementors?"

The sound is always just right, and the green and rebellious taste spreads out in the clean and clear winter.Embellished with red, gold, green and silver, spots of light floating up and down, color little by little, halo circle after circle...

The wind drove the bad tone, lifted the soft hair on the forehead, brushed the pool-like eyes, and melted into the intersection of intense stares.

The picture gradually becomes complete.

Hedwig gave a melodious chirp, spread her wings and swirled into the bright sky, this was the last landscape before the end of the pattern.

Harry didn't feel lonely when he returned to the castle alone. For him, whether to go to Hogsmeade village or not was just a question of whether he wanted to or not.

The first task is to get the Marauder's Map, that interesting and practical equipment.

He wrapped his robes happily, and ran up the spiral staircase, thinking of sneaking into Filch's storage room.

Unfortunately, when he was thinking about how to pass through the dementor's defense in his transformed form, he was stopped by someone.

"Harry?"

Professor Lupine poked his head out of his office and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"Hello, Professor."

Harry stopped at the sound.

"Are you alone? Where's Ron and Hermione?"

"They're off to Hogsmeade, sir."

Harry smiled and looked at him with gentle eyes of affection.

"Oh, yes." Lupine continued after a pause. "Would you like to come in and see who you're dealing with next class?"

"What?" Harry asked, following his movements into the room.

"A Grindylow, a water monster."

There was a big water tank on the cabinet in the office, and in it was a sickly ugly little green monster.

Harry raised his eyebrows, it had hit him quite a bit in the second Triwizard Tournament in the fourth year.

The little thing scratched the glass and made faces at him.

"It looks quite difficult to deal with." Lupine explained, "It's actually very simple. You don't need to deal with him..."

"Ahem..." There was a knocking sound from the cabinet under the water tank, and the water surface swayed slightly with the shaking.

"Oh!" said Lupine to himself. "I thought this boggart had been chased away."

"Boggart?" Harry thought back, his old memory was turned over, and a cold guy in a black cloak flew towards him from his memory, was it a phantom?

"A magical creature that can only see through your fears." Lupine gave Harry a thoughtful look. "By the way, you missed this class, right? Remember that when I was in this class, you were dragged back by Mrs. Penrad to recuperate."

"Seems to be."

"Want to try it, Harry." Professor Lupine raised his wand and opened the strip lock on the cabinet door.

"Well." A tired voice came from the door. "It seems that our savior Harry Potter is not worried about his physical problems at all."

Harry's body couldn't help but froze for a second, and he raised his green eyes to look at the man who had lowered the air several degrees.

Professor Snape stood at the door with an unfriendly expression, his jet-black hair fell down on his shoulders, his face was gloomy and his eyes gleamed sharply.

Harry remembered that he would be able to get his medicine today, which he thought would be after the Halloween dinner.

Regarding the potion this time, it can be regarded as the only solution. He cooperated with the professor and tried many types of suppression methods. The gap between the soul and the body is changed to perfect powerful soul power, no longer deliberately forcing them to fuse, but covering them with armor, mainly to suppress side effects.

That is to focus on healing and tonic, protecting the soul and training the body.

"Sorry, professor, I forgot that I received the notification." Harry lowered his head meekly, there was no exact time on the notification.

"Of course, there are always many other things that are more important to you than politely going to a professor's office to do something about your reputation." Snape said sarcastically, looking up at the still shaking cabinet . "Like how to deal with a phantom beast?"

"I let him in, Professor Snape." Lupine frowned at the intruder. "I think he was going to find you just now."

Snape looked at him dangerously, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little domineering.

"Perhaps, Potter." Obviously Snape didn't want to worsen the situation, so he changed the subject and spoke harshly at Harry. "I'm sure you don't mind spending your precious time walking with me to the office."

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded, then looked up to give Lupine an apologetic look.

"It's okay, Harry, your health matters." Almost every professor knew his situation.

"Puchi—" the cabinet door popped out suddenly, bringing up a burst of fine sawdust.

"Oops!" muttered Lupine, forgetting he had just unlocked the cabinet door.

Snape sneered at the door.

Time seemed to stand still, and something like black smoke slowly floated out from the gap in the cabinet.

Harry looked at the thicker and thicker cloud of smoke inexplicably.

"What is this?" Lupine looked suspiciously. Boggarts will become the most feared thing in people's hearts. Is this what Harry is most afraid of?What's this?dark?

The black mist was thickening like a vortex, and it piled up in front of Harry like a dark cloud.

Harry looked at it blankly, could it be that the phantom couldn't transform because of his rebirth?

no... not right...

Something in the shadows.

Harry's green pupils dilated suddenly, and he saw it!There is indeed something shaking in the black smoke...

But... he couldn't see anything clearly, but he couldn't help but start to recall terrible things.

With his heart beating involuntarily, Harry raised his wand guiltily, trying to force the phantom beast that disturbed him back into the closet.

Suddenly a familiar smell poured into his nose, the smell of damp soil, tumbling from the depths of his memory, buried him...

"A stupid mindless Boggart." Snape said slowly, curling his upper lip, squinting at the black mist in front of Harry. "Birds of a feather really flock together."

Lupine walked around Harry quickly and approached him, an angry gleam in his eye. "My place doesn't need anyone to judge, no one forces you to come here."

"Of course, it's time for me to go." Snape raised his eyes to meet him.

"Is it..." a dazed and cautious voice came from behind them. "raining?"

Lupine turned his head quickly, and Harry was still standing there, the black mist in front of him was still spinning stupidly, with blue-gray and blue-purple lights flashing from time to time.

Lupine suddenly felt a chill in his heart, Harry's appearance began to change, his complexion began to deteriorate at a visible speed, and panic slowly climbed up his face like an angiosperm.

The green pupils behind the lenses suddenly lost any brilliance, like an empty green well full of fear, and scarlet bloodshots just grew from the bottom of the eyes.

"Potter!" Snape reacted quickly, he raised his wand and cast a spell on the Boggart, the black mist dispersed immediately, and gathered into the closet again.

But it wasn't over, the Boggart was just a spark, Harry understood.

He stared blankly at the front with his eyes open, the terrible loneliness almost swallowed him up, the space in front of him was extremely distorted, the beams of the house were bending in his field of vision, and the liquid in the water tank seemed to be flickering He even felt that Professor Lupine, who was rushing towards him, also twisted, his eyebrows and eyes were full of strangeness.

Scarlet floated out of the space, danger, anger, and vigilance swept over his whole body, Harry felt everything around him tensely, someone was shaking him, and someone was talking anxiously...

But everything seems to be far away from me, so far away that it seems... not in the same world.

The space has not recovered, it has been completely distorted, and only ugly color blocks are left in the world, mixed with those scarlet liquid-like things, and then brewed into a sense of loneliness like parting from the world.

"Huh...huh..." Harry heard his own breathing and heartbeat, and he couldn't feel everything.

The tingling and pulling sensation came at this time, when it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.

With difficulty, he opened his eyes again.

Familiar leaves rustled in the wind, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth.

He raised his head, and the dark clouds approached infinitely close to the familiar golden magic circle, and the blue-purple light flashed through it like a swimming fish.

Familiar battle positions, familiar frontline fighters and dark Death Eaters on the opposite side.

"No!" Hermione sobbed in Ron's arms, uttering words incompletely.

familiar friends.

Embarrassment, resentment, fear, anger, involuntary... returned to the body, as if it had never left.

"Hermione..." Harry stretched out his hand in doubt and put it down.

He was still at war, as if all peace were but a dream.

"Soul Separation!"

A hoarse, familiar and chilling voice sounded not far away.

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and he looked up through the golden film behind layers of leaves, clearly seeing the unforgettable scene again.

A pale man with a snake face stood opposite, and the familiar and hated Voldemort who was dead appeared before his eyes again.

And under his wand, the blond boy knelt there weakly, like a broken puppet toy.