HP leap time

"Sorry." That's all for now, no need to say more.

Snape didn't say anything, just looked at him mockingly, the corners of his mouth pulled down, and his hands were hidden in his robes again.

With Dumbledore's signal, Harry left the office stiffly.

The stone beast at the door slowly closed behind him, until the last ray of light disappeared, Harry's shoulders slowly shrugged, the tiredness in the corners of his eyes gradually rose, he raised his hand and pressed his temples, it's been too long today .

Snape came out in the last step, the corridor was basically pitch black, only the snow-colored silver moonlight blurred in the air, vaguely, he could see him walking slowly on the spiral staircase The boy, leaning on the handrail like a toddler, the night leaves a thick shadow behind him.

The Potions Professor took out his wand, a white light slowly rose from the tip of the wand and then fell off. It floated in the air shining brightly, and then quickly fell through the center of the stairs, bringing out a beam of light, and the soft halo immediately illuminated The entire lobby.

The boy stretched his body and turned his head sharply, but there was nothing but the floating spots of light like stars.

Things were not much different from Harry's thought. Early the next morning, almost all the students knew what happened last night——Harry Potter subdued an escaped murderer!

The reputation of the savior shrouded in a layer of golden heroic glory.Rescue classmates, face opponents calmly and rationally, with powerful magic and extraordinary abilities, and the wind penetrates the campus.

So when he appeared in the auditorium early in the morning, almost all the students looked at him with fiery eyes.

At that time, the rumors had begun to diversify. It was said that Harry and the gangster fought with laser beams for several rounds, and finally defeated the opponent with minor injuries than serious injuries. An enemy with thunderbolt eyes keeps begging for mercy...

In a blink of an eye, the number of admirers has risen with the fame.

Familiar friends have brought him countless questions and condolences.

Harry dealt with it one by one. If he couldn't handle it, he remained mysterious and turned on the cheating mode. This method has been tried and tested.

"You were so handsome yesterday!" Ron said repeatedly at the dinner table, still winking, with a sour tone, and then frowned as if remembering something. "When did you go back to bed yesterday afternoon? I remember when I saw you, you were at the door?"

"The second before you guys came back." Harry raised his eyebrows, lying without blushing or heartbeat.

Hermione thought for a moment, looking at him inquiringly.

Ron seemed to have something to say, Harry added hastily.

"Why don't you come with me to the Response Room to practice magic every afternoon after class?"

Ron showed a panicked expression. "I can't do it, knowing that all my learning ability has been exhausted after class every day!"

"So that's why you eat half a plate of chicken legs every night? To replenish energy." Fred patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"I've never eaten so many chicken drumsticks!" Ron was stunned, and the sandwich in his mouth stopped chewing.

"Yeah, usually with chicken breast." George and Fred looked at each other and smiled.

Harry laughed too.

Time always flies by, Harry still insists on training himself, never relaxes for a moment, and at the same time, has been learning about the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. He hopes that the matter of the godfather can be resolved perfectly, and he does not want to hear news of Peter's escape. .

If Peter hadn't escaped to find Voldemort, then Voldemort must still be dying somewhere.

Therefore, he had to guard against any chance of Voldemort's possible resurrection.

But now he has no ability to find him, and he also has no ability to prevent him. He can only strengthen himself silently, dormant in the school, and grasp everything that is about to happen.

Time is always slipping through the fingers, and it didn't take long for them to have their first Quidditch match this year.

Before entering the field, Harry was called to the dressing room to discuss and review tactics.

"The weather is bad today, it's raining so much." Angelina couldn't help but said sadly.

Harry looked out through the wet window, the sky was bright and the clouds blended with the sky.The rainy Quidditch pitch was already full of spectators, and the red and green flags of Slytherin and Gryffindor were clearly swaying in the rain.

Mrs. Hodge was already waiting at the referee's seat.

"So we still have to be safe." Wood stared at George who was pretending to faint with a serious face. "Even if we have Harry Potter."

"Flint approached Professor McGonagall today and wanted to cancel today's game. They were afraid that they would lose to us in bad weather." Wood said angrily, "We negotiated for a long time before we got today's game."

"So let's review the tactics against Slytherin again..."

Under Fred's constant interjection, Wood finally ended his tirade.

Harry, on the other hand, was distracted and didn't listen much. He looked outside the field, his heart was boiling with enthusiasm. Even though he had practiced many times and flown many times, none of them was as exciting as a regular game.

"Aren't you nervous, Harry?" Wood looked at him fieryly.

"Of course." Harry nodded, his green eyes full of confidence, he couldn't wait to fly.

They went out with their brooms in hand, and Harry quietly pulled out his wand to give himself a series of waterproofing jobs before slipping it back into his robes and securing them.You must know that magic wands are not allowed in general competitions, but the habit he has developed for a long time makes him feel that without a magic wand is like not wearing clothes, and he has no sense of security.

A patch of green catches the eye.Slytherin came from the other end, they all had 2001 model brooms, and they looked a bit arrogant in a row.

"Potter." Draco stopped when he passed by, and he grasped the broomstick tightly with the hand with the delicate silver-green wristband, and then a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, revealing half of his canine teeth. "You may be disappointed. There are no fugitives like lunatics and fools on the court. I guess there is no chance to launch your sharp lightning waves."

After finishing speaking, he gestured in the air with his other hand to poke his eyes in cooperation.

The players behind him burst into laughter, mocking gasps one after another.

Ah, was that the version he heard?Harry raised his eyebrows helplessly.

Harry could feel the team members behind him tensing up angrily.

"Don't cause trouble, George." Wood pressed his shoulder and turned to say to the people behind him. "Let's go first and beat them to the ground on the court."

"It's raining a lot today." Harry looked up to meet Draco's eyes, imitating his mouth and smirking, green eyes flashing maliciously. "So no one can pay attention to you all the time."

He continued to walk forward with the team members, and the moment he passed by, he stopped and whispered in the ear of the blond boy.

"So be careful not to get caught by something like a bird."

Fred immediately made a face behind, then followed the team with a smile.

Draco glanced at the thin and straight figure in shame, disappointment flashed across the blue-gray pupils.

The game was about to start soon, and the auditorium was full of people. They were playing and shouting at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely lively. Harry could vaguely see Ron and Hermione waving in the direction of the stands.

Harry couldn't help laughing too.

"Everyone get on the brooms."

Harry flipped over and slumped onto the familiar broom skillfully, touching the words 2000 engraved in gold on it.

Hey!Friends, this time it won't break you!

Hugh flew into the rain on a broomstick, and the heavy rain soon drenched his body. Harry was glad that he listened to Angelina and did a good job of keeping warm, because almost every drop of rain gave off a cold air.

With Professor Hodge's whistle piercing the air, Harry flew out on a broom amidst boisterous cheers.

spin, spin...

"what--"

Harry let out a low cry of pleasure, his body as nimble as a bird.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of clattering almost overwhelmed the sound of hitting Bludgers and commentary. The sky was gradually darkening, and the bright white sky seemed to be covered with a layer of dark gray. It was almost night.

Harry galloped across the pitch, darting through different red and green blurred figures.

He'd never seen the Snitch, not even a shade of bright color, if you didn't count Draco's hair.

The game has been in full swing.Harry had no way of knowing how the battle was going, it was raining heavily, and the sky was darkening at a visible speed, his body was numb and cold from the rain, and the spell on his body was about to disappear.

There was a flash of gold in the corner of his eyes, and Harry's heart jumped suddenly. He raised his head, and soon found a touch of gold swimming in the dark clouds, gliding leisurely in the rain.

Adjusting his figure, Harry shot past like an arrow.

"Harry!" George's voice came from afar.

The black Bludger came whistling and rushed, Harry rolled over and dodged, the broom was still too slow, if he could change shape... Harry couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, Draco saw it too, and he rushed towards the Snitch.

In no time, Draco was almost neck-to-neck with him, the 2001 still a point faster, and he could see the triumphant smile on Draco's mouth through the rain.

Just as Draco reached out his hand, the Snitch disappeared into the air in a flash.

A strange feeling slowly climbed up his back, not the feeling of rain seeping in, but an intuition and perception honed in the war.

Harry turned sharply.

Anxiety arises in my heart, someone is spying on him!

It wasn't Draco's angry stare, and it wasn't the students and teachers in the stands, who couldn't see clearly at all.

who is it?

Harry lifted his broom again, his eyes searching the rain...

There was another flash of golden light in the corner of the eye. Above the north, it appeared strangely, very high, and almost far away from the arena.

Harry didn't rush over abruptly, no one seemed to notice, and Draco didn't seem to notice anything strange here either.

That touch of gold flickered but remained motionless.

As if beckoning him over.