HP leap time

With vigilance back in his body, Harry squinted dangerously at the golden light, as small as a Snitch, twinkling against the gray sky.

But it's definitely not the Golden Snitch.

More like...the glow from a wand!

Definitely contrived.

Harry pretended not to notice the whirling and flying below.

The golden spots began to rise and fall towards him, attracting his attention up and down.

Sure enough, the target was him!

Maybe it wasn't because he wanted to harm him, Harry thought quickly, maybe it was because he was too delusional about being persecuted. After all, at this time, he didn't have any danger or threat at all.

The spot of light retreated again, and Harry followed carefully this time, pretending to be unintentional.

He quietly took out his wand from his robe, held it tightly in his hand, and rode a broom towards the spot of light.

Even Death Eaters, no one would dare to attack him at this time, in the presence of all Hogwarts students and teachers, right?

This kind of style of not leaving yourself a way out at all.Harry thought, as far as he knew, Voldemort's subordinates should not have such a loyal follower wandering outside, let alone the situation where the life and death of the Dark Lord were uncertain.

The spot of light shuttled through the rain... Harry stared at the spot of light closely, and at the same time noticed that no one seemed to notice this strange thing except him.

The game was still going on enthusiastically, Draco went to the high altitude in the south, the Bludger continued to rampage in the rain, and there were enthusiastic exclamations from the stands from time to time...

The spot of light stopped moving, and Harry also stopped not far away, his green pupils were full of vigilance.

Gradually, the spots of light melted into the rain, turning into raindrops as if they had melted.

After the rain, a huge fuzzy black shadow gradually appeared. The black shadow was very strange, a black, fuzzy mass, and gradually became clear.

As it got closer, Harry could gradually see what it was.

A flying bird, a big black bird, stopped not far away.

Harry's first reflection was that the other party should be the same Animagus as himself, but it didn't seem to be the case. He narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be someone on the bird's back!

Harry approached him slowly and cautiously.

It wasn't until the full confrontation that Harry really saw what was in front of him, a black bird, a large bird with a menacing gleam in its blue eyes, a dark red beak and long, wide wings, The color is like ink.

"who are you?"

The warm voice seemed to come from afar, indistinct under the heavy rain.

Harry looked at the girl on the big bird, she was sitting there drenched, her silvery white hair was messed up on her back, wet on her bony shoulders.

It's funny, everyone likes to ask who he is, familiar people, and close people, and enemies... now strange mysterious people.Is this a popular way of saying hello now?Or has he changed a lot?Is he really not him anymore?Harry couldn't help laughing at himself.

"Who are you?" Harry asked back, looking into the girl's eyes, and was surprised to find that there was no light in her black pupils, which were hollow like black holes chiseled in the wall.

"Very familiar." The girl opened her eyes wide and did not answer. The rain fell in and then slid down, her eyelids didn't even tremble, and her whole body was frozen there without any response.Her voice came out muffled behind the gauze, faintly carrying a hint of comfort. "A similar feeling."

Harry couldn't help feeling chills in his heart. He felt as if he was talking to a dead person. The other person really looked like a dead person, stiff and pale.

The green pupils flickered for a moment. He didn't want to meet more people in the existing history, and he didn't want to meet such mysterious people who had no distinction between friends and enemies.What's more... This person looks extremely uncomfortable, as if he would become transparent in front of her, transparent without any secrets.

horrible people.

Harry was thinking about whether to leave like this.

Suddenly there were terrified calls on the field, one after another, and Mrs. Hodge's piercing and sharp whistle.

The game is suspended.

Harry turned around in surprise, and found that hundreds of dementors rushed into the arena from the south like splashed ink, and the cold breath immediately began to pervade.

Oops!

He couldn't help frowning, even though Occlumency was used to the extreme, Harry still felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable.During the war, everyone was tempered so that they would no longer be afraid of these disgusting things, and Harry was the same, and the dementors had long been unable to shake him in the slightest.But that doesn't mean he no longer rejects these things.

Harry looked at the girl again, she was still the same, sitting stiffly on the bird's back, her pupils staring straight ahead.

"Someone is afraid," the girl said.

"Ah!" The exclamation came from a high altitude in the distance, scattered in the ears.

not good!

Harry turned sharply.

Pale gold flashed through the black mist.

Draco flies the highest and is the easiest target to besieged!

Cold...very cold..., the cold was engraved into the bone marrow, as if the breath he exhaled immediately turned into shattered ice, Draco tensed his body, feeling that he would never be happy again, those terrible bad memories and feelings turned over Doubly increased negative emotions in my heart.

Floating black satin-like things all around, those are dementors!

Draco grabbed the broomstick tremblingly, and flew up in the rain in fear...

"Don't fly up!" Harry rushed away. Doesn't this guy know how to fly where there are many people?

Draco avoided one after another tremblingly, but the dementors became more and more dense, they circled and chased up, the sky was their home field...

Fear, helplessness, and cold are intertwined, washing away all reason and courage, and the nose is full of death-like cold breath...

Draco opened his eyes wide in despair, and passed a dementor face-to-face. The breath of death permeated his mouth and nose. Turned down, let yourself fall into the abyss.

"Call God Guard!"

The huge silver light illuminated half of the sky, and the lifelike silver-white stag came stepping through the air, and wherever it went, there was nowhere to hide in the darkness.

The deer hooves with aggressive power crushed the nearby Dementor abruptly!The black splashed in the sky, and the rain sizzled down...

Harry's eyes were terrified, and the silvery luster flowed in the rippling green.

too slow...too slow...

Really too slow!

Harry put away his wand, leaned up from the broom against the rain that was distorting in the air, and flew out with the force, incarnating in the chaos.

"Woo-"

The white figure cut through the darkness and disappeared in a flash.

The heavy rain was still falling, the sky was getting darker, and the game was suspended due to the dementor.

Everyone was complaining, and there was a lot of noise in the stands.Almost all the team members were in a panic. They sat on the soaked broom and stopped below. Professor Hodge kept blowing the whistle, and the sharp whistle seemed to come from afar.

"Damn it! Flint managed to score a goal when the dementor came." Wood bared his teeth excitedly.

"We're still ahead, aren't we?" Alicia brushed her wet hair. "Why are the dementors still here?"

"They should have left long ago!" Wood said angrily, "Why did they come to the stadium?!"

The intruding dementors flew higher and higher, gradually moving away from the field like dark clouds.

"Seeker isn't here." George yelled towards the professor's bench holding the broom. "Someone's still up there!"

His voice was lost in the uproar and rain.

"Harry didn't come down!" Hermione soon realized, her eyes widening in surprise. "Harry's not down there! He's still up in the sky!"

"Merlin! It's full of dementors!" Ron stood up and looked up. The sky was full of dark figures in cloaks, and the rain disrupted his vision.

My heart skipped a beat, let alone Harry, I couldn't even see a little bit of red.

"Where did Draco go?"

"He didn't come down either!"

The Slytherins also became anxious, and they hurried to report the situation to Mrs. Hodge.

"What happened?" The students and professors in the stands also realized what had happened.

"It seems that someone still hasn't come down."

Discussions gradually rang out, and the students all looked towards the sky.

The chaotic sky, the gray background is full of floating dementors, like a piece of black seaweed floating on the bottom of the sea, and the rain is dripping down.

In an instant, a silver light lit up from the north amid the exclamation of everyone, tearing the sky like lightning!

Almost half of the sky was lit up, the black dementors were scattered, and the gray clouds were clearly visible under the silver light...

"What is that..." exclamations sounded one after another.

"Amazing."

"Is it the spell from the headmaster?"

"So beautiful..."

On the teacher's table, Dumbledore raised his head and stood up. His expression was slightly dignified, and the wand in his hand was lifted up to the sky, and the golden light was faintly visible.

"Potter..." The Potions Professor also raised his head and looked at the sky with flickering eyes. The silver stag was spinning and falling, and the scattered feathers whitened the large raindrops. "What happened to you?"

The sound disappeared into the rain.

The stag moved its slender limbs and spun wantonly in the arena, the rich silver light lingering for a long time.

In the end, in the eyes of everyone, he leapt up, rushed into the sky, and turned into a circle of streamer...

The perfect curtain call.

A figure slowly descended from the sky.

"Draco!" Seeing the boy on the broom, the Slytherin players rushed over.

The boy was weakly leaning on the broom, his pale golden hair fell on his forehead and looked dull.

There was a commotion all around.

"He needs treatment!" someone yelled. "He looks hurt!"

"Carry him to the infirmary! Hurry up! Let Mrs. Penrad examine him!" Mrs. Hodge pushed aside the crowd and looked at the boy worriedly, stretched out her hand to stroke his forehead, and gave him a simple examination.

"Where's Harry?" The Gryffindor players also came closer, and Wood tried to touch Draco, trying to turn his face over, as if Draco had become Harry.

"Don't touch him!" Flint yelled, gave Wood a hard look, and ran towards the nearest tower with Draco and the team on his back.

Ron and Hermione also ran anxiously all the way down the auditorium, and bumped into Slytherin in the rain.

"Get out of the way!" Flint hit Ron with Draco's broom.

Just as Ron was about to make a move, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and his whole body stood there as if struck by lightning.

"It's Harry's broom!" Ron roared, and a bump stopped them.

The Gryffindor players rushed over after hearing the sound.

"What's going on?" Fred looked like he was going crazy.

"Where's Harry?"

"Why is his broom here?"

"Go away! Wood! Don't talk!"

"This is 2000! Look clearly! This is Harry's broom!" Ron and the players wrapped them tightly, and he grabbed the broom fiercely, revealing its gold engraved side. "It's the scumbag who took Harry's broom!"

"What's the noise?" Professor McGonagall and Professor Hodge rushed over, and they pushed away the noisy crowd.

"Professor." Hermione said choked up with rain on her face. "Harry didn't come back, Harry disappeared."

"Professor!" the Gryffindor team yelled again.

"Malfoy stole Harry's broom!"

"It's Harry's broom!"

"Look at these shameless people!"

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"Enough!" Professor McGonagall raised her eyes angrily, her face looked terrible. "This is not a reason for you to let a patient continue to rain here and delay the treatment time."

Her voice trembled with anger. "Flint! Take Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary, he looks terrible!"

The blond boy lay motionless on Flint's back, his hands resting on Flint's shoulders.

Watching Slytherin and Mrs. Hodge go away, Professor McGonagall turned around. Under the protection of the spell, the rain didn't even wet a single hair of her. "Don't stare at me like that, Mr Weasley."

"Why don't you look back? Harry is waiting for you in the audience."

Everyone groaned at the same time, turning their watery heads in unison under Mag's stern gaze.

Harry Potter, the savior they had been worried about for a long time, leaned on the railing of the auditorium, waving at them blankly...

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The author has something to say:

A chapter of super... super conscience!

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Don't worry if you feel a bit on Harder's side...

The young master needs time to grow up ^_^ (caring eyes)