HP leap time

Christmas always passes quickly, before the heavy snow has cleared, the students have returned to school.

Study life didn't seem to have changed much, for Harry.But rumors kept slipping about a bet between the Gryffindor golden boy and Hufflepuff Cedric for a girl.

The incident started on an afternoon with a little sunshine, and Wood took the players to do the final devil training for the upcoming game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.It's really a devil's training. Except for class time and meal time, almost all of them are soaked in the court, rain or shine.

At that time, Cedric came at this time, that is, the "thunderous confrontation" in the rumors. In fact, nothing happened at that time. Cedric just said a few words to him, about Qiu, about his desire to be on the court. Meet Harry on the Internet, about the competition between opponents.It can be said that from the beginning to the end, the two of them were harmonious and polite, but before they knew it, they became a bet on Fengdong Campus, fighting for a girl.

Even though he obviously rejected Qiu.

The wind is calm and the clouds are clear, and it is another afternoon.

Harry looked helplessly at Draco, who seemed to have grown taller again, and his fair face seemed to have hardened a little.

Tomorrow is the game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. They exchanged with their opponents to borrow the Quidditch pitch for training every day.

Today it's the turn of the Gryffindor team, this is the default, but...

The group of swaggering Slaters in green uniforms across the street claimed they had the dean's permission to borrow half of the field for training.

"Only half the court?" Wood seemed to be going crazy. "Are you kidding me?"

"You don't need a game!" He held the broom and pointed at the other captain with his other hand.

"Look? We need practice too, don't we?" Draco spoke in his captain's place, his chin raised, one hand resting lazily on his new broom. "After all, we have to compete with Hufflepuff for the House Cup."

"Do you mean our team will lose?" Angelina narrowed her eyes unkindly.

"Obviously isn't it? Just look at your Seekers and you'll know the result." Draco said sarcastically, his blue-gray eyes looked at Harry habitually, with a hint of indifference. "Look at your little body, can you control that broom?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron struggled to free his arm from Harry's. "You're not as good as Harry with a finger!"

"Frightening, the mighty little fingers of the golden boy."

Draco lowered his eyes and looked at the opponent's fingers clenched on the broom with a sneer, and the team members behind him burst into laughter.

"If you have time to practice more, why don't you fall off the broom!" Harry said, staring back at him provocatively, and finally retorted just when the two sides were about to fight, and the words almost hit the painful spot.Draco's ears turned red quickly, and he couldn't refute him for a moment.

"Let's go!" Harry signaled his teammates, pulled George's body that was about to pounce on him, and gave the blond boy a complicated look. "Half of them can also be trained, as long as a small isolation spell, they can't make trouble."

Harry didn't quite understand that Draco seemed to hate himself even more.Everything seems to be developing according to the law of the previous life, and their relationship has not changed but continued to deteriorate.

There seemed to be a trace of powerlessness and boredom in his heart. He began to learn how to win people's hearts, how to deal with the relationship between friends, how to endure, how to persist and control, how to be strong...but he didn't know how to change the relationship between him and Draco. Relationships, crappy getting closer and then crappy making things worse, repeating the cycle, seem forever out of reach.

Therefore, he especially cherishes the friendship between himself and the other party after the transformation, the simple encounter, and the natural interaction.

There are no horrific memories and estrangements to set it up.

Looking at the slender figure not far away, Harry lowered his eyes somewhat dejectedly.

Harry separated a dotted line on the court, attached a simple spell, which could hinder some small tricks as much as possible without using magic.Not surprisingly, he won the praise of the players.

The Slytherins looked like they were actually training, and they got into it quickly, but it was clear that Flint was always trying to get the Bludgers over.Whenever the big black ball comes with a gust of wind, it will spin and fly back as if encountering some obstacle.

The weather is fine today, the air is not so cold, and the clouds on the sky are like torn cotton candy, sticking to the pale blue sky.

Harry shuttled easily on it, dodging Bludgers, silently calculating the success rate of the players' pitches.

The hustle and bustle of those who came to see the practice sat in the auditorium. Hermione brought a thick book and read it on his lap. Ron chatted with the boy next to him boredly. He waited for Harry to finish the practice and then You can ride that fire.

Not far away, Draco was chasing the Snitch at an extremely fast speed. When he bent down, the wind slipped past his tense back. When he raised his head, his white and slender neck could be seen at a glance.

Looking at it, unconsciously, Harry's throat felt a little itchy, he clenched the broom in his hand, and just for a moment he felt like rushing through the air.

That feeling of wanting to chase and collide.

The feeling of wanting to be closer...

"Harry!" Wood's voice came from below.

Harry snapped back to his senses, and before he could think about it, he saw the captain release the Snitch from the mahogany clip.

The little golden lightning moved through the air, passing Harry in an instant and soaring into the sky.

Harry felt his blood being ignited, and the image of the blond boy chasing the blond snitch kept replaying in his mind.He squeezed the broom tightly and went into the wind, stretching out a hand to try to grab it.

The fire broom is indeed the fastest broom in the world at present. Harry enjoyed the feeling of extreme speed. The chilly wind brushed his forehead hair behind his head, and then hit his forehead, sending out a stabbing pain.

Very quickly! In less than a minute, he had already touched the little gold coin, which was flickering at his fingertips, trying to escape Harry's control.

"Phew!" Harry jumped up on the broom, and he held the thing amidst the cheers of the team members. The little golden ball struggled vigorously at his fingertips, and its wings flapped against his palm.

Didong...

what?

Didong...

The nightmarish voice gradually resounded in my ears, clear and clear...

Before the joy could spread, a cold feeling enveloped his whole body.

The emotion in Harry's eyes gradually faded, and the smile at the corner of his mouth froze on his face.

The heavy rain poured down, and almost instantly, the black robe on his body was soaked along the corners.

The world instantly turned gray, and the light cyan Dark Mark floated and shone in the gray sky.The moist water vapor mixed with the smell of blood poured into his nostrils on the battlefield where the gunpowder smoke could not rise.

He was still sitting on his broom, the familiar rain, the familiar fire, the familiar body, the familiar... the cold hatred colliding back and forth in his chest.

He hovered high in the sky, with black thunderclouds above his head and a war that was about to break out below him.

As Harry's face turned pale, a gap was opened in the golden magic circle at a speed visible to the naked eye, like two clear ripples created by a swan swimming across the calm water.

Darkness seeped from the wound.

Countless attack spells were thrown out from the loopholes, and the war started with the heavy rain.

Harry floated in the air with his body stiff and motionless, the rain forcefully blurring his vision.

This is already the third time! Harry clenched his molars and thought in despair.

It's not an aftereffect.

Absolutely not!!

His figure was quickly discovered, and countless spells broke through the humid air and rushed towards him with a cold light...

"Potter!" Draco was the first to notice the anomaly. He flew higher and clearly saw the change in the opponent's face.

Almost suddenly, his face suddenly turned pale, and he let go of his arm weakly with his fingers, and slowly fell onto the broom.

Then he bent over, arching his lean back like a frightened canine.

The green eyes grew frightened in the sun.

With a familiar appearance, his heart seemed to be pulled hard.If he guessed correctly, Dumbledore should have suppressed the sequelae of his soul-body separation.So is Porter's current situation a relapse?

He turned around, and the golden snitch within easy reach flickered and disappeared behind him.

"Harry!" The Gryffindor players quickly noticed!They yelled and approached him, trying to catch him underneath him.

Harry was flipping dangerously through the air, like a broom out of control in first year, even more dangerous than it seemed.Holding the broom, he swayed to and fro in the sky, and would turn over dangerously from time to time...

"Oh my god!" Ron stood up in horror, looking up at the blurry figure struggling and rolling in the sky. "Is the fire malfunctioning?"

"I'm going to find Professor Hodge!" Hermione tremblingly dropped the book in her hand, and stood up hastily. "A grown wizard is needed here!"

Harry struggled to dodge in the heavy rain. Even though he vaguely understood in his heart that everything was an illusion, what he faced was so real and terrifying.That sense of powerlessness surged, and in the face of the rain of attacks, he could only flip up and down in the air, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

How can it end? !

Harry tried hard to think back to himself at this time, and his memory was flying, his eyes widened in surprise, the rain fell in and then slid down the corners of his eyes.

His eyelids moved slightly, he should rush towards Voldemort without any scruples at this time!

Harry shuddered, too late.

He's been here too long.

The green light shattered the passing water droplets with a light blue trace.

The attack has become concentrated, and it is already too late to dodge!

The green eyes watched in horror as it shot straight into his chest, like an arrow piercing through the air.

The despair of death began to engulf him like a bone-sucking maggot.

Harry's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked unwillingly at the snake-faced man in black robe not far away.

Chick, Voldemort raised his head, his scarlet pupils were filled with great joy, he cracked the corners of his mouth, laughing at his arrogance and ignorance.

His field of vision was instantly plunged into darkness.

Open it again, the sun is shining brightly, the blue sky is like washing...

A tearing pain in the body, like struggling to squeeze out of one space into another.

If he hadn't just walked away with impulsiveness and hatred without hesitation...

If only he hadn't drilled a hole in the brief pause in the war before the Death Eaters and Voldemort had time to react...

If Voldemort hadn't underestimated him...

If the rain that washed everything hadn't fallen...

If the Blasting Charm he inadvertently resisted hadn't shattered the rubble at Voldemort's feet...

Then his death would be meaningless!

No matter what it is, they are mocking his weakness all the time!

Harry clutched the broom tightly as if collapsed, gasped for breath, and then coughed violently because his heart was beating too fast, like a patient who was dying of illness.

With his eyes half open, he was held down by his chasing teammates...

It's like the flat world, Harry thought to himself, going back to the memory, it seems that everything can be changed.

It's not a side effect...

The first time this happened was in the Forbidden Forest, and it was not obvious at that time. The second time was in Professor Lupin's office, and he had successfully broken back into the memory at that time. The third time was directly entering the illusion... even No conversion process!

At first it could be explained by fatigue, and the second time it could be excused by the sequelae and phantom beasts, but this time, his sequelae have been blocked by the potion...

I can't lie to myself anymore...

Something frightening had begun to emerge, and it was secretly growing in a corner that he couldn't see... Harry's eyes couldn't distinguish between light and dark, and he felt his feet slowly fall to the solid ground.

He hates the unknown! Hates the passivity!

But he hates giving up even more, hates bowing his head!

What a nuisance!

……

"Harry?" Fred helped him off the broom, and soon someone carefully dragged his broom.

"I think I'm just too tired." Facing everyone's worried expressions, Harry tried his best to avoid the hands that supported him, showing a gentle and natural smile. "Suddenly my eyes went dark just now, and I didn't control the broom well."

"Harry is too tired from training these days, and he has to stay up late every day to write papers." Ron yelled, then looked at him inquiringly, and whispered in his ear. "I hope it's not a relapse, right? I knew Snape was unreliable, and he didn't really want to help you."

Harry looked at him and smiled helplessly, a stiff smile on his pale cheeks.He didn't speak, not because he had nothing to say but because he was unable to speak.The tiredness that surged up was like a hungry beast, which might engulf him at any time.

"Sorry, Harry." Wood stretched out his hand and patted Harry's shoulder, then withdrew his hand and placed it on his own head, scratching the little curly hair that was a little messy. "It's because I didn't think about you. It was too dangerous just now... Anyway, I must say it when I feel uncomfortable in the future. Don't try to be brave." After all, the guy in front of me is the youngest in the team, but his methods and abilities are always impressive. ignore his age.

Harry nodded, and then said in simple words that he needed to go back and rest.

At this moment, no one reacted at all.

With a whoosh, someone punched Harry on the left side of the face.

There was a weak muffled grunt in the air.

Feeling dizzy and dazzled, the left side of his face was burning hot.Harry swayed in the air, and the other party picked up his collar angrily again.

In a trance, the eyes gradually changed from dizziness to clarity.The pale blond haired boy in front of him had a livid face, the corners of his mouth were pulled down, and his eyes were full of anger. Harry could almost see his distressed appearance from those pale, almost transparent pupils.

Draco?

"Are you so desperate? To fight for a girl?!" He said through gritted teeth, his voice was full of strong and inaudible emotions.

"Me." Harry stared blankly in surprise, and he opened his mouth to explain something.Then a violent sour feeling rose from his body with endless darkness, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell into a panicked embrace.