HP leap time

The rain has not stopped, and it is dripping.

The drenched girl is as motionless as a statue.

"Ignored." She raised her hand, and a red spar was hanging on her thin wrist bone. It swayed in the rain, glowing with a translucent luster.

As the silver stag twirled and fell, the sky had completely darkened, the clouds were turning blue, and the rain was as light as silk.

She bent down and hugged the big black bird that almost blended into the night.

The big bird whistled softly, and flew slowly and steadily in a small area with her on its back.

A golden light slowly rises from below, like a single starlight...

Going round and round, he floated beside the girl.

"Since your Excellency is here, would you be interested in coming to Hogwarts for a glass of honey orange juice?" A gentle voice sounded in my ears, it sounded benevolent but had an irresistible majesty.

The golden light dissipated with the release of energy.

"Strange person." The girl shook her head and said with some disappointment. "We've been found, Celt."

The big black bird hissed, and looked down with deep blue eyes.

"Let's go." The girl straightened up again, like a sculpture.

There was another long howl, and the big black bird disappeared into the night sky, as if it had never been there.

Hogwarts, on the Quidditch field, on the teacher's bench.

Dumbledore put down his wand, but still looked at the sky, with a different kind of light in his pupils.

"Hey!" Ron asked eagerly. "How did you do that?" The match was called off, and Captain Slytherin terminated the match on the grounds that Draco was injured due to the dementors.

Now they are on their way back to the castle.

"Do what?"

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked eagerly. "What happened up there?"

"The dementors are coming, and I've been hiding." Harry said with a little deliberation.

"Is it Dumbledore?"

"what?"

"He saved you, didn't he? See that powerful spell." Ron looked a little broken, and he showed a difficult expression that he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

"Ah... huh? I mean..."

"Stop talking." Hermione cut him off forcefully, and she stopped and didn't go any further.

Harry also stopped and looked back at her. Hermione stared at him with red eyes, her wet hair was no longer unkempt, and her eyes were full of determination and disappointment.

Familiar eyes, how long has it been since I saw Hermione like this, that smart and forbearing girl, that sensible girl who is always trustworthy, how could he accidentally ignore her because she hasn't grown up yet?Smart girls are smart from childhood.

"We need to talk, Harry," she said through tears.

In the Room of Requirement, Hermione chose this place.

There was a smell of incense in the air, and the wind carried the long white gauze curtain up and down.

An elegant lounge.

"You told us about this place." Hermione sat in a grand chair, while Harry and Ron sat on the sofa beside him. "But this is our second time here."

"It's not that I haven't thought about coming in to find you, and it's not that I haven't tried." Hermione's tone was full of sadness, and she looked up at them. "But it never worked out, because you have tampered with it."

"You told us everything on the surface, but you completely shut us out of your life. Isn't that right? Harry, we are the closest people you have at school, so it's impossible not to find clues."

"You have really changed a lot this semester. Maybe I can take it as the reason for your physical changes, but your physical problems are so strange." Hermione's eyelashes began to moisten.

Her voice choked in the air.

"You have become excellent, self-taught, and pure magic. I have checked many books and discussed with Ron many times about your body and your changes."

"But every time the results come out of your mouth." The corner of Hermione's mouth pulled down, she wiped her eyes with her fingers, and was speechless for a while.

"Harry," Ron said, his eyes lowered, his golden lashes glistening. "You're always pressed for time, so a lot of people, like admirers and stuff... you know. They care about your every move and ask us unexplainable questions."

"God knows how many lies I've lied to you." He raised his head and laughed at himself, and the smile disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. "There are some reasons I made up and I believe it myself."

Harry hung his head, his heart aching.Have you done so much for me?

"You always make a lot of your own decisions." Hermione's voice was full of heartbreaking tears.

It's this sentence again, you always have a lot of decisions of your own, even in a war Hermione will have no choice but to use this sentence to excuse herself.

It's like a chain reaction, the sour memories of the past surge up one after another, even if you don't remember anything, you still remember it.

"We want to respect your decision!" She put her head down and covered her face. "But we can't, Harry!"

"I thought you almost never came back today..."

Harry felt his eye sockets start to get wet.

"So, don't take it alone, okay?"

I think so too, but I am afraid that you will be brought into this vortex full of dangers. The more you know, the more responsibility you will have. I have no chance to be responsible for your lives anymore.I am also afraid, the feeling of being stepped on by fate, I am afraid that after losing my armor, I will have nowhere to hide...

and so……

"Sorry." He hugged Hermione's shoulder, smiling cruelly.

Hermione looked up at him, her young face full of disappointment that couldn't be concealed.

The air is still, only the glass on the portrait is broken and rounded again, and the cycle goes on and on.

"Why?" Ron gritted his teeth, and he reached out and grabbed Harry's collar fiercely. "Aren't we friends? How many things have you kept from us? What do you think of me? A follower? Or a thug?"

"No! Ron!" exclaimed Hermione.Ron let go of Harry and fumbled his wand from his waist. "Don't be impulsive!"

"Aren't you great now?! Come on, let's fight! I'm not as good as you! You really want to get rid of me, don't you?!"

"Come to a duel! If I lose, we will break off the relationship! As you wish!" He said mockingly, his cold wet hair stuck to his eyelids, and his anger had completely swallowed him.

"boom--"

Under Hermione's exclamation, Ron flew out with his head up, and fell headfirst on the woolen carpet.He was lying on the ground panting with guilt, if he hit the hard floor just now, he might faint immediately.

No one saw Harry's movements clearly. Almost instantly, Harry pulled out his wand very quickly, and the spell was shot into his body before the other party had time to react.

As expected of the savior, the powerful force does not tolerate the resistance of civilians like him. Ron didn't get up, and his wand flew so far that he needed to climb two steps fiercely to touch it.He raised his arms to cover his eyes, panted with a smile, and didn't speak.

Harry still had his head down, hands by his sides, as if he hadn't done anything.A strong sense of sadness spread over him. During the war, so many familiar faces disappeared in front of their eyes, relatives, classmates... They changed from warm to cold, even after Fred's death , they can still rely on each other, even under the shadow of death.

He could have kept all his cool, he could have kept his emotions in check, but he couldn't afford to lose anything precious to him!

You said we will always be brothers.

"You said that I'm not allowed to change without authorization!" Harry shouted suddenly, while Hermione cried out in fear. "Do you want to cut off everything so easily? Are you so cowardly?"

"If you want to be excellent, if you don't want to hide behind my back, then stand up!"

"Stand up and fight me!"

"Ah!" Ron propped himself up and rushed towards Harry, and the two of them wrestled into a ball on the ground, and no one showed mercy.

"Enough!" screamed Hermione, and with a wave of her wand, she forced a piece of armor on each of them.

"Stop beating!" Her hair was messed up, and her tears were streaming down.

Both of them panted heavily, trying to calm their anger.

Harry's left face was swollen from the beating, and his abdomen and thigh were burning hot. He looked up at Ron.He also had one eye blue, covered his arm with one hand, and raised his head grinning.

Their eyes met for a long time, only the sound of panting and the floating shadow of the wind stirring the white gauze curtain remained in the air.Suddenly, both of them couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hermione looked up in surprise, tears still streaming down her face.

Boys are such strange creatures.

"You two idiots..." She kept wiping her face with her sleeve.

"Sorry, I have my own reasons." After calming down, Harry leaned on the window sill and said heavily, looking down at his bony fingers. "You are my most important friends, I can't lose you, but I can't tell you everything either."

"This world is not as peaceful as I imagined. I know something I shouldn't know, and my responsibility is greater than I imagined. Of course, the price for getting it is also very high."

"I hope everyone is safe," he added.

"Is something wrong?" Hermione bit her lip and said anxiously. "About the mysterious man?"

Harry's eyes flickered, "Nothing has happened now, and everything is still in time. I have been waiting and preparing secretly. But my ability is limited..."

"I hope you understand me." He looked up at them imploringly. "One day, I'll tell you everything."

His friends looked at each other for a long time without saying a word, and after a while, they lowered their heads and laughed in relief.

Hermione looked at him with a gentle smile, and she gave Harry a hug.

"We will not leave you, we are friends, we can help you to bear, when you can't bear it."

Harry hugged Hermione back in relief, then looked up at Ron.

"Since you promised to tell me everything one day..." Ron was still rubbing his arm, and answered somewhat awkwardly under Harry's eager gaze. "You strike hard!"

They couldn't help laughing, they played for a while, Ron made Harry swear to tell him his true strength, and asked about the broom in Malfoy's hands, Harry gave a sloppy explanation for a moment.

"Harry." Hermione seemed much more relaxed. "Will it be serious, I mean about those things."

"Sorry, I can't promise that," Harry said ruefully.

"It's okay, there's something we can't overcome." Ron said carelessly and perfunctorily, "Harry is so powerful, isn't he?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and Ron pursed his lips and gave a smirk.

"Time changes everything," Harry said slowly, his voice full of mystery. "But as long as we stand together, we can change destiny."

"Of course." With the same voice, the young smiles are always full of youthful vitality, just like the sunflowers blooming on the side of the road, which can bring sunshine inadvertently.

The white gauze curtain casts flying projections on the portrait behind him, and the glass on the painting shattered into pieces again and scattered all over the ground.

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The author has something to say:

If there are no accidents in the next chapter... there will be sugar, right?

I guess? (☆_☆)

(Watching a big white eagle fly by in the sky...)