HP leap time

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

An inexplicable feeling rose from his body, and it climbed up his neck like a vine, circling and circling, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Goo—"

Harry shook his wings to shake the snow off his body, and Draco trembled and raised his head to stare at it motionlessly.

Big Bird bared his lips viciously, and watched happily as the other party moved back carefully.Looking at himself with his non-hostile but fearful eyes.

This look made Harry's heart skip a beat again, it was very strange.

Harry lowered his head and crossed his wings, hiding the red beak in. He had just obeyed his sudden urge just to vent his emotions and wanted to see him alone, so he did it recklessly.

But now he has flinched, what should he do?A hug, tell him I just dreamed that you died!I'm so afraid of losing you!

How is it possible, stop joking, they are not even friends now.

This feels very strange, Draco is very strange, whether it is in memory or in reality, it feels very strange to him, it is different from the feeling that Hermione Ron gave him, and it is different from anyone It feels different to him.

He was important to himself, Harry knew that deeply, a man who gave him hope and despair, an incomparably important man who wasn't exactly a good friend.

Harry took a painful step back from the wary stranger's eyes, he didn't know himself, just like he wouldn't remember their brief but cherished friendship.

"Goo." Harry called out in a low voice, blinking his eyes tiredly, feeling very uncomfortable, and a strange feeling lingered, as if the other party had an untouchable feeling, wanted to get close but was afraid to get close.

This time it felt different from school, and now he couldn't think of him as that soft-spoken little bastard.Here, he became the selfish rascal in his memory again. Only when he is always alone can he understand what is rational and calm.

Well, in fact, they are still the same person, with the same face, and the same bastard.So now he shouldn't just go for some kind of friendly hug in a daze, he should go over and kick him, because he grabbed the hair off his neck.

The reason seems unreasonable?Harry tilted his head in thought, but the various grievances between them never seemed to require any reasonable reason.

What a good counterattack opportunity, shouldn't it be seized?

Harry took two big strides forward, paw prints making deep footprints in the snowdrift.

Draco held his breath in horror, his hand carefully reached into his arms, and held his familiar wand, but his eyes were still closely watching its every move.

The movement did not escape Harry's eyes.

"Gu." Bai Diao called out again, the voice sounded like a wounded kitten.It retreated a few more steps, almost to the edge of the top of the rubble tower.

"Ugh-"

With a chirping sound, the big bird spread its wings and flew out hastily, gradually disappearing into the wind and snow.

Harry ran away, but he still didn't dare to approach.

Draco panted heavily, his face was blue with cold, he took out his wand and held it in his hand and stood up, looking up, as if he was afraid that the big bird that had taken the wrong medicine would come back again.

Run away, he staggered back, with only one thought in mind.But how the hell should he get down there!

Just as Draco was pulling the tiles and trying to put his feet on the lower eaves...

"Ugh-"

The nightmarish sound came from far and near.The white figure slowly grew bigger in Draco's desperate eyes...

"Ah..." With a cry of surprise, Bai Diao grabbed the boy with pale blond hair with two powerful claws and swooped down along the wind and snow...

The snow is getting heavier, and the Hogsmeade village in the snow always becomes more beautiful and mysterious. Everyone is huddled in their warm robes and wrapped in scarves of different colors.

On weekends, Hogsmeade is always very lively. There are students from Hogwarts and wizards from different places. They either do some important things or just come to spend leisure time.

The snow fell exceptionally heavily today, and the streets were lively enough, with a trace of anxiety seeping into the lively atmosphere.

No one knows how the eagle-like bird of prey got here. There are no stretches of wasteland forests, nor are there any enough herbivorous animals, but it came here and took a Hogwarts man with it. Students, this caused quite a stir.

The boy was not rescued, and the matter did not seem to be resolved, but the crowd of onlookers had gradually dispersed.

"Professor McGonagall." The students ran out of the snow with disbelief on their faces. "Don't care? Draco was taken away!"

"Dumbledore has a message, and Draco has returned to school." McGonagall looked at them comfortingly, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "Believe it, you'll see him when you go back, Mr. Brace."

"Going back?" Pan Xi's eyes widened with a dazed expression.

"Yes, I've returned to the castle." Mag repeated. "It's cold outside, go back to school early when you've had enough fun." She smiled in relief, then turned around and sank into the snow.

Goyle sneezed and looked at Crabbe in silence.

"A white eagle came to Hogsmeade and took a student with it."

The Three Broomsticks bar was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the warm aroma of wine and smoky carbon ash.

The brown-haired man in a black robe raised his slanted wine glass and took a small sip, the hot liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach.

He raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite. His platinum hair was tied together by a black headband and then carefully hidden in his robe. The woman with a white gauze on her face propped her head up through the dark yellow window as if she was looking at the snow on the snow. young people.

The faces of the young students were full of emotions that could not be hidden. They stood in the snowdrifts and talked anxiously.

"Young people always have a lot of innocence and passion." The woman spoke, her eyes were raised, but the eyeballs were frozen in their sockets and remained motionless. "So their Animagus are always heroic."

"Is that an Animagus?" The man couldn't help laughing, he lowered his eyes and shook the wine glass slightly, the wine drew an even arc on the rim of the light blue glass.

Aren't you a teenager too?Don't you think it's funny to say such a thing?

"You're slandering me." The woman spoke again, her tone as flat as her expression.

"Don't dare, miss." The man quickly restrained his emotions and looked at her seriously.

The woman turned her head and faced the man's face, but her eyes were looking straight ahead, resting on the man's rolling Adam's apple.

"I want to stay." The woman withdrew her head, and her voice, as mellow as old wine, slowly came out from behind the gauze, without emotion.

The hand shaking the wine stopped, the pattern was disrupted, the liquid continued to rotate with the arc, and the vortex became smaller and smaller.

"You said that the luck here is not good." The man raised his eyes.

"But it smells interesting." The woman lowered her eyes, her silver eyelashes covering her pupils, like closed butterfly wings.

"Is that Animagus?" The man frowned, his blue eyes showing no emotion.

"You talk too much, Celt."

"I'm sorry, miss." He returned to his original posture and picked up the wine glass.

The woman raised her head again and turned her face out of the window. The heavy snow fell, and the young students who looked like students had already dispersed, leaving behind a bunch of messy and ugly footprints.

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This chapter seems a little short!