HP leap time

The heart seemed to stop for an instant.

no...impossible...

I'm dead here, Voldemort is dead, D...Draco is dead...

The cold air penetrated through the pores, and the blood froze.

"No..." Harry growled, as if trying to vent all his panic out of his trembling voice.

"Don't be impulsive! Harry!" Ron rushed forward, pressing his arms hard on his body, and the soreness spread all over his body. "You can't change anything!"

Harry stared angrily at those people not far away, their figures were clear and clear in the green pupils.

"One last question to you before punishment comes, Draco." A pleasant, uncomfortable voice rang in his ears.

"No!" Harry struggled vigorously, and the people behind him tightened his grip.

Everything is so real, so real! Hearing, touch, sight...every feeling is real and terrifying.

"Who do you hate the most?"

People who have experienced it once really don't want to do it again. This kind of helpless process, going through it again is really... cruel!

"It's you." Draco's voice was unfamiliar yet familiar, coming from a distance... "It's always been you."

"Wow—"

Accompanied by an extremely muffled thunder, the nightmarish rain poured down.

The rain, it turned out to be falling at this time.The leaves were knocked off, and the soil was smashed. Harry's nose was filled with damp moisture like mud, which was so pungent and chilly.

"Dig the heart!"

The dazzling red light still sank into Draco's chest.

Heart-piercing screams came immediately.

Accompanied by the heart-wrenching scream in his memory... Harry tightly covered his ears, but the scream would not disappear because it broke through the heavy rain, broke through the skin and broke through any mental defenses, and memory Those fragments in the movie reunited, as if they were coming from all directions, sinking into the body, sinking into the lungs, sinking into the heart...

Harry crouched down and huddled together.

It's useless, he can still see or hear it, it's pervasive.

It was a nightmare that he could never get rid of, and it was also his life, untouchable.

It symbolizes all his fragility, powerlessness, and all the failures he cannot bear.

"No, please let me go..." The torment of the screams seemed to have passed a century, and the tears mixed with the rain drowned in the mud and splashed on his dirty robes.

He didn't know who he was begging for mercy, he only knew that he wanted to get rid of, wanted to get rid of this nightmare of being caught off guard, a nightmare like punishment...

The screaming had stopped abruptly, but Harry could still hear Draco's struggle, and could see his last struggle, his suffocating resistance, and the last trembling of life... He couldn't feel it clearly , This is already, the second time.

It's the second time, why did he come back? !

Why force him to recall it again? !

"Why..." He buried his eyes between his legs without expression, and murmured.

"Let me go." He inserted his hand into the soil, and the dizziness immediately filled his brain.

"I know it's not true..." he rambled on, the fragility in his voice melting into the sound of the rain.

"So let me go back!" He raised his head violently and screamed, the rain poured into his eye sockets, but it couldn't wash away the scarlet bloodshot eyes.

hum-

The space in front of me began to distort, the surrounding trees began to bend, and the rainwater gradually deviated from the planned track and twisted like waves...

The sound of the heavy rain, the sound of heartbeat, the sound of crying... gradually faded away, until the world in front of me turned into empty and strange color blocks again...

"Harry!" The familiar voice slowly sounded in the ear, from far to near, like a temporary tinnitus. "Come on, stand up! I'll take you to the infirmary."

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and was not surprised to find that his face was wet and his eyes were blurred.

"What happened just now, Professor." Harry quickly recovered his mood in a few seconds, then raised his hand and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, took the glasses from Lupin's hand and put them on, his vision gradually became clearer.The familiar office, the familiar glass cabinet, and the familiar water ghost who buried his head in the weeds.

"Are you all right, Harry!" said Lupine in surprise, and he began to survey Harry's whole body. "Professor Snape concluded that there is something wrong with your soul body. He went back to the office to get the potion."

"You just..." He paused, looked at him curiously and worriedly, and continued. "I kept crying and didn't respond to any sound, as if I was talking in my sleep."

Harry didn't answer him, the green eyes were still red, the eyelashes were glued together, and they were black and shiny.

Is that all?He thought at least something was going to happen... Harry couldn't help thinking, at least it wouldn't be that simple.

"How do you feel now? Is there something wrong?" Lupine asked him with concern. "What did you just... see?"

"I'm fine, Professor, I just seemed to be frightened by a nightmare."

"I think it's better to go to the infirmary." The professor was about to press his shoulder and leave.

"No need, Professor, I feel fine, it's just a dream, I was scared." Harry smiled gently, his green eyes glowed softly, and he gently pushed Lupine's hand away. hand.

"Well, if you insist."

Lupine looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't be aggressive, Harry."

Harry shrugged and raised his hand helplessly, indicating that he was not trying to be brave.

It wasn't until Professor Snape frowned and watched him down a whole glass of light blue potion that everyone was really relieved.

The potion began to work almost immediately, and the effect was obvious.The blood gradually flowed smoothly through the body, as if the body had become lighter, and Harry could even clearly feel the fusion of magic power and blood, and its concentration became more harmonious and pure.

It is indeed a rare potion made of rare materials.

I really don't know how to repay this favor.

After a while, wait until the liquid medicine is completely absorbed.

"It's not over yet!" Snape snorted coldly at Lupine who smiled in relief, grabbed Harry's hand without saying a word, took out a sharp dagger from his robe and scratched it on his index finger. A small opening, and blood flowed out almost immediately.

"How does it feel?" Seeing Professor Snape looking so serious for the first time, Harry didn't know whether he should be grateful or not.

Happily, the soul wasn't affected in the slightest, and the first pain didn't seem to cause a double, it was just a simple tingling.

"Normal." Harry couldn't help grinning, looking at Snape's finally relaxed expression with full eyes.

The relaxed look didn't last long, and then he frowned again, and the familiar expression of disgust returned.

"Don't be too happy, Potter," he said with a twitch of his mouth. "It's no surprise that the drug effect will start to show instability after a year, and it's very difficult to get these materials together before that."

"If you want to live on this potion for the rest of your life, it is obviously unrealistic. You must know that these medicinal materials are not something you can get just by wanting."

"So if the source and the real solution can't be found, then it's better to live in a greenhouse than to find a potion for a lifetime, Potter."

"It's like a narcotic," said Harry, raising his hand and looking fascinated at the finger that Professor Lupine had stopped bleeding from. "It's really amazing."

Apparently Harry didn't take Snape's mocking threat to heart.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Harry was as sincere as ever.

The wind brought by the black robe flew obliquely to his face, bringing with it a light sandalwood fragrance of rosewood, which was so light that it almost dissipated in the air.

Snape responded with a cold snort, and his figure disappeared through the door.

"Goodbye, Professor Lupine." Harry pretended to be refreshed. "I have to go back to the break room, you know, I have a long thesis..."

"Of course! Harry." Lupine waved his hand at him and said with concern. "If you feel uncomfortable, remember to go to Mrs. Penrad."

After saying goodbye to Professor Lupine, Harry walked out of the office.

Almost instantly, his face gradually turned pale as his steps quickened and became messy.

The black hair is still messy on the forehead, but it can't cover up the dim luster in the green pupils, as well as the strong breath of depression and sadness.

Stumbling, Harry stumbled into a cluttered broom closet around the corner of the corridor.The broom room is in an inconspicuous corner, and there is an old window on the north side, which shuts out the white snow scene, leaving only the cold air slowly coming out of the gap.

Harry's straight figure suddenly shrank, he covered his eyes and squatted down in pain, the corners of his mouth pulled down, trembling uncontrollably.

He was really afraid that he would not come back, that he was really just a dream.

It wasn't a terrible nightmare, it was his memory, he had just been trapped in his own memory, a real and unforgettable memory.

He wanted to forget them, but in fact, some things were born in his body like Gu worms and carved into his bones, he couldn't help himself, he had to be forced to bear it.The memory was refreshed once again, all the dust on the surface was wiped off, and it was replaced with a clearer and unforgettable memory than before.

Tears soaked through the fingers and cooled in the cold air.

Harry sat on the ground collapsed, staring straight at the closed glass window.Now, he really wants to do something important.

Like, wanting to meet Draco, really wanting to, meet him.

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The author has something to say:

I really want to meet Draco...Q_Q

There is still a period of time before I leave school... I will be more diligent in updating...

When school starts... I guess the speed will slow down...

When the time comes, please actively remind me to update~

(Looking at the feathers of a great white vulture floating in the sky...)