HP leap time

Everything was the same as in the last life, Ireland won and Krum caught the Snitch.

The Quidditch World Cup has ended with celebration in Ireland.

"Don't tell your mother about your gambling money." Mr. Weasley looked at his twins pleadingly as they all made their way to the fuchsia-carpeted stairs.

"Don't worry! Dad, we have many grand plans for this money." Fred said happily. "We won't let mom know."

Mr. Weasley sighed resignedly and opened his mouth again, looking to ask what those plans were.

"Where did Harry go?" At this moment, the youngest son Ron spoke, with a puzzled look on his face painted with green clover.

Mr. Weasley also subconsciously looked around, George looked at Fred, Fred looked at George, as if Harry was hidden by the other party.But the people coming out of the gymnasium came like a tide, and they couldn't stay still in the push of the crowd.

"Maybe they got separated." Pushing and shoving, George moved forward passively, while stretching out two fingers between his eyebrows, making a fake mechanical dance, and said without seeming to care at all. "Possibly with Sirius, too."

"Maybe." Ron glanced at Hermione, who responded blankly. "He should spend more time with his family."

The sky gradually began to get dark, surrounded by the noise of the crowd and rough singing from nowhere, and the leprechauns shuttled between the tents with lanterns with green flames.

"Harry?" When he returned to the tent, he was surprised to see the boy who had disappeared halfway sitting on a chair beside him in a daze. The teapot in front of him was billowing with white smoke, and there were those clover brooches and a panoramic telescope beside him. I just came back for a while. "I thought you were with Sirius!"

"Oh, yes." Harry came back to his senses, and quickly took the teapot out of the charcoal stove. "Maybe he's gone to his old classmate, Ludo or something? I mean my godfather."

"It seems that our golden boy is a little confused." George said with a smile. "Charlie is still worried that you will be kidnapped by leprechauns!"

"Why did the leprechaun kidnap the wizard?" Harry couldn't help asking amusedly. "Can it be sold for money?"

"Charlie said that even the Bulgarian Nososaurus tried to have sex with wizards..." Fred said in a low voice, his smile was full of mischief.

"This is disgusting!" Ron made a puking face. "Charlie is just chatting about some anecdotes ... not to mention he doesn't know Harry at all." He continued to talk while wiping his face with a hot towel. "If Harry can still be caught by the goblin... Hahahaha, I'd rather believe that Malfoy had an affair with him..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Hermione just took a sip of the glass of water Harry handed over, and then coughed violently due to choking.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Fred and George glanced at Harry maliciously, imitating Hermione's fake cough, which sounded like the scream of a goose being strangled.

"What poison did you get?" Ginny and Patsy opened the curtain of the tent and walked in. Seeing Harry awkwardly handing a handkerchief to Hermione, who was blushing, George and Fred almost collapsed on the chairs with laughter. On the other hand, Ron continued to wipe his face with a blank face, and the green marks on his face stained more than half of the towel.

"What did I say?" Ron cast his gaze on Harry, who shrugged innocently, without even turning red.

Soon Mr. Weasley and Charlie were back, and almost immediately they were discussing the Quidditch game, with Ron and Percy arguing over Krum's beautiful Wonsky feint.

"Are you sleepy, Harry?" Sirius looked at the boy who had been out of shape, stopped making coffee and turned around to ask. "What are you thinking about?"

"A little bit." Harry propped his head on the table, a little listless. "Reminiscing about last night's nightmare."

Hermione glanced at him worriedly, but didn't ask any questions. Harry was not in a good state this morning, which was related to that not simple dream. Harry said that he would tell her and Ron when he was sure of something.What are you sure about?She couldn't help digesting some of the things Harry told them, about the mysterious man, what he was preparing from the very beginning, and the magic equipment for destroying the mysterious man... Everything was faintly dangerous, but he expressed the degree of danger It was not so obvious, and Hermione guessed intuitively that the secret Harry was hiding might be more terrifying than she imagined.

Damn, I really wish I could help more or less, if she hadn't made a promise to Harry, she really wanted to tell Dumbledore that Harry shouldn't be alone, shouldn't he?

"A man is not overwhelmed by nightmares." Sirius rubbed Harry's head and handed him a mug of hot coffee.

"Thank you." Harry took it, and looked up as if suddenly remembering something. "Has any of you seen an elf named Winky today?"

"Winky?" Hermione frowned, obviously not hearing it.

"House-elf?"

"Yes, female features, sitting somewhere alone, maybe there will be a seat next to her..." Harry thought suspiciously.

"That's impossible, Harry." George fiddled with the plastic figurine in his hand, watching it move back and forth in his palm. "No master would buy a house-elf a ticket to the Quidditch World Cup."

"Why?" Hermione's tone was a little unfriendly. "Isn't that prejudiced against house-elves?"

"This is Hermione in the wizarding world." Ron made a strange expression. "Do you want to raise elves as dolls?"

Soon, they were arguing about it, and when Weasley yelled at them to go to bed, Ginny was already asleep on the sofa.

Harry changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed, while Ron complained about Hermione.

What went wrong?It was inevitable that he had that dream last night. Even though the dream was delayed for a long time compared to the previous life, he still dreamed it.

The familiar Riddle House in the dream, the gardener who was killed, the dark Nagini, and the two men...

who are they?Are you discussing how to deal with yourself?Harry clutched his scar and tried to recall the details. Little Crouch, yes, one of them, that damned Death Eater, his mother even went to jail for him!Yes, sooner or later there will be him, so who found Voldemort?Someone else……

Damn, who is this guy?

With his eyes closed, the image in his mind became clearer, but it was still blurry, and he still couldn't see the strange man clearly.

Can't remember! Harry gritted his teeth secretly, but that figure has been firmly remembered. He bet that if he could see him, he would recognize him at a glance!

Mr. Crouch didn't come today, and Harry took the opportunity to inquire around when he came back, only to find out that he had a serious illness and asked for sick leave.He was full of energy in his last life... so what about little Crouch?He didn't find it either... Did the plan change?Wasn't Voldemort planning to create chaos on Victory Night in Ireland?

No, it's not right... everything is wrong, he didn't change the direction of history.

Everything is moving forward in an orderly manner according to the direction of history, and the only changes are those that he forcibly interfered. The general direction is still surging upwards like waves in a storm, and will not sink due to the screaming of any seagull.

He just keeps on waiting, even though he hates waiting.

Harry got up almost immediately when he heard the commotion outside.Because he hadn't fallen asleep, his mind was clear and calm.When Sirius and Mr. Weasley rushed in, they saw that he had quickly dressed and froze for a second.

"Go, Harry." Mr. Weasley pushed him to Sirius' side, and then slapped Ron awake. "Get up, Ron!"

"There's a commotion outside, you guys go first!" Before he could finish his sentence, the noise and screams outside interrupted him, and figures passed by the tent one by one. "I'm going to the Ministry to take care of this...they've already rushed over, I have to help!"

"Get up! Go! Children!"

"Ginny! Put on your coat!"

……

Harry obeyed the orders and rushed out of the tent with everyone. Ron just took a coat and put it on over the pajamas, and followed Harry in a daze.

The night was dyed reddish by several dazzling fires. Not far away, several tents were already ablaze, and several girls screamed and ran into the dark forest.

"Come on! Harry!" Sirius gave him a tug.A group of fleeing leprechauns crept across to separate them, and Harry slowed down deliberately, pushing Ron ahead so he could keep up with his brothers.

The crowd dispersed them quickly, and Harry glanced complicatedly at his friends who were looking around.

"Harry!" Hermione spotted him and stretched out her hand anxiously. "Come on!"

Harry shook his head, looked up at her, his clear eyes were strange and terrifying, and the red fire light flashed in the clear green pupils.

The brown-haired girl's complexion suddenly changed.

Harry gritted his teeth and turned his head, brushed aside the crowd, drew out his wand and ran in the opposite direction at top speed without looking back.