HP leap time

Rarely like a child, Harry couldn't help bouncing up the stairs, pushed open the door of his own little room, and began to unpack his luggage.

This month passed much faster than expected, maybe because the Dursleys compared him to being transparent, or maybe because the godfather came to pick him up a week earlier.Even though he was surprised that the godfather was able to persuade the principal, he still couldn't help but feel really happy that he was able to leave here early.

The past half a month has been closed management, and the Dursleys have hardly spoken to him, as indifferent as if he is a newly bought grass ball with long thorns at home, or the kind that doesn't need to be watered.

"Guji." Hedwig gave him a reproachful look, and continued to squat in the cage completely uncooperatively.

When Harry stuffed the last Potions book with his socks in the box, he turned his head and looked at it straight, trying to make eye contact with it.

Yet it closed its eyes.

"Please dear." He said evasively, coughing and clearing his throat. "You know I can't Apparate with you, let alone with the Godfather."

Hedwig turned around, her wings fluttered for a while and then closed to her sides.

"Turn around, my little girl, I don't want to look at your ass and talk..." Harry tried not to sound eager, but in fact the tone was flattering enough.

The relationship between him and Hedwig has been deteriorating day by day for the past half month. The root cause is...too many letters, mainly from Ron, about his brothers' return, the excessive excitement at home, and the Quidditch World Cup that has been talked about countless times.And Hermione's, about greeting him, and a lot of new conjectures and various investigations into Harry's physical condition.Of course there is also the Godfather, Sirius seems to be too obsessed with taking him back to Grimaud 12 in advance, and has an inexplicable enthusiasm for throwing him a birthday party...

Finally, there is Draco, Hedwig seems to like going there very much, as long as it is a letter to Draco, there is no need to talk about it, just a piece of letter paper, and her slender legs stretched out gracefully.

I don't know what medicine that guy gave Hedwig.

After more than half a month, Harry looked apologetically at the shrunken white ball, which seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Since I deliver letters almost every day for the little master who writes letters when he is free, there is nothing good to reward him for his hard work, so the grievances accumulated for a long time finally broke out yesterday.Hedwig was on strike, and Harry would never forget the look yesterday when the white-feathered Snow Swan threw the letter in his face and then grunted and stuffed himself into the cage, just like a little princess venting her anger.

Then the little princess yelled at him with her butt all night.

Harry was helpless, one second he had promised it that he would not let it take a long-distance trip until next month, and the next second the godfather appeared at the Dursleys' house with a whoosh, ignoring Dudley's screaming smile like a pig With a full face, he asked him to pack his luggage quickly.

"You know I can't help it..." Harry tried to scratch the ring of soft fur on its back with his fingers. "If there is really no other way, I can only take you away in a form..."

Hedwig cooed, turned around and sucked Harry angrily, then flapped her wings and flew out of the open window, melting into the sunlight in the blink of an eye.

Harry rubbed his forehead and smiled subconsciously, he knew that Hedwig was afraid of what he would look like after being transformed.

Looking at the white figure gradually disappearing outside the window, Harry couldn't help looking at the tall buildings beyond the residential houses. They glistened like diamonds in the sun, layer after layer, superimposed on each other, looking beautiful and magnificent.It is not difficult to imagine that there are constant vehicles and crowds on the roads of the city, and everyone is living their own life, busy and with a clear purpose.This is the life of Muggles, and this kind of life does not belong to him and is not suitable for him, so he can always watch everything, observe and appreciate it like a work of art.The tide rises and falls, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, day after day, he will sit here and feel these bit by bit.

Because there is no sense of belonging, there is distance, and these distances give him room for indifference.

So he never feels pressure to face the world.Correspondingly, he does not get any warm and emotional response from this world.

He actually doesn't have many important things at all, he thought, if one day, he loses all the precious things he has, then he will be completely abandoned by the world, and he will end up hiding in a corner Little by little.

But how is it possible?He has already lost once, so he will not lose the second time, no matter what the price is, no matter what he wants to become, he will do his best to achieve it!He was destined to fight, wasn't he?

"Goodbye." Harry said softly, to this distant city, to this street that almost melted in the sun, to himself who was at a loss back then.Strange eyes turned to the familiar street, and finally fell on the symbolic sign of Privet Drive xx.He took out his wand and carefully pulled out a trace of magic power from his body, purposefully melting into the air, the invisible magic circle trembled and returned to normal.

When he returned to this little room that was almost isolated from the world, he couldn't imagine not being able to perform magic for a month, and it made him feel uneasy.So through the experience of adjusting the magic power in his body, he tried to observe the operation of the magic power monitoring array, and the final result was to use magic power to carefully plug the loopholes after a thorough understanding, and successfully created a small enough range for him to display his magic power. As long as you are not too far away.

From that moment on, his daily routine changed from being in a daze, writing letters to being in a daze, writing letters, and practicing spells.

Nothing special, kind of depressed lonely life.

Taking one last look at the hostile and fearful Dursleys, he tried to nod and say goodbye politely, and then held his godfather's forearm.

Amidst Dudley's gasp, Harry felt his feet hit the solid floor again, following a wave of dizziness.

The dazzling sunlight slanted down, and in front of him was a familiar folk house, colorful clothes and sheets were scattered outside, like pale gold painting paper splashed with different colors of paint, and from time to time, someone would come out to dry the dried begonias Watering.

Harry raised his hand to cover his eyes, feigning surprise and exclaiming in line with the godfather's movements.

"Wow……"

The building split to two sides, but no one seemed to notice the change.

"This is the old house left by the family, Harry." Sirius looked fresh and handsome, whether it was when he was just released from prison or in his previous life, he looked much better, with neat clothes and neat hair , still looks so thin, but the energy that a normal person should have is back!Harry couldn't imagine how much it would change a person to be able to live a clean and aboveboard life.

"This is also where we will live in the future." Sirius blinked and said, pulling him and continuing to walk in.

This is where we will live in the future... Harry's heart skipped a beat, and a soreness rushed into his nostrils.

At this time, the memory couldn't help but surge up from the depths of my mind.

He thought of the halo of the resurrection stone spinning in his hand, cold and in a trance, like the ice-white dead souls appearing in front of his eyes.

Thinking of the extraordinarily quiet atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest that day, the moonlight floated in the darkness, shattered by countless struggling branches.

At that time, he thought that everything would end, he thought that he had given everything, but later he realized that everything was just the beginning, and he could still be whipped and squeezed again and again.

That's why she asked him naively, through the godfather's soft and clear soul and stubbornly asked him.

"Does it hurt?"

Does it hurt?Are you in pain?Godfather...you have struggled for half your life, just casually disappearing into the world.

Are you willing?

However, he was still smiling, calm and gentle, with eyes as gentle as water.

"Die? It doesn't hurt at all. It's faster and easier than falling asleep."

As if it was true, speaking so casually, Harry no longer recalled that cold soul body, he felt the warm palm of the other party suddenly stop, Sirius turned his head curiously, his blue eyes were vivid and real, Clear and distinct, you can almost see the shadows cast by the eyelashes in the blue.

Harry hugged him abruptly, with all his strength.

"Does it hurt?" He asked tremblingly.There was a faint light in the green eyes.

"It hurts?" Sirius exclaimed in surprise.

"It hurts, Harry!" Sirius struggled to smile, his face blushing, and his fingers stretched behind to grab Harry's hands that were tightly bound like pliers. "I'm going to be strangled to death by you..."

Although he was resisting, he couldn't help being happy in his heart. Harry's performance was enough to prove that he was close to him, which made him feel inexplicably kind and warm.

Slowly releasing him, Harry gave a big grin.

It hurts.