HP leap time

In September, the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the air is mild and cool.

The sky was already pitch black, and the gray fog accompanied by the pattering rain wrapped the fortress-like castle.

The castle was brightly lit, and the sorting ceremony was going on in the auditorium, just like in previous years.

The hall was crowded with people, the four tables were crowded with people, and the senior students were all muttering and complaining about when it would end.

This is the hardest time, when you have to listen to the Sorting Hat sing its year-long song and sit there doing nothing, hungry, thirsty, wet and cold.

Harry was almost excited to discuss what had happened that night at Quidditch with Hermione.

The reason is that a series of things that happened recently have been successful and smooth, first of all, finding Slytherin's locket from Kricht, and then breaking Voldemort's plan-the Ministry of Magic arrested the Crouch family, and the little Crouch Qi was imprisoned in Azkaban, and Crouch was appropriately demoted.

This incident has caused a lot of repercussions. The first is the panic caused by the Dark Mark, and the second is the alleged abuse of personal power and clear dereliction of duty by important officials of the Ministry of Magic... The recent events are enough for the Daily Prophet to toss. Even the attention of the Quidditch World Cup is ranked below.

The Ministry of Magic is busy enough, I hope they can still struggle to send some officials to lead the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts amidst the flood of complaint letters.

Of course Harry didn't tell Ron them in advance, but Draco told him half ironically and half vaguely on the train coming, in the empty compartment, with his soft lips...

Thinking of this, Hermione and the endless doubts and questions about her are like the fog and rain outside the window being shut out by the warm and humid atmosphere.

"If possible, I hope you won't mess around in the future." Hermione lowered her voice as much as possible, her brown hair was half-dry at the end of her eyes, looking a little playful.But in fact, her serious expression and frowning eyebrows don't look relaxed at all. "If Draco hadn't found you this time..."

"Oh, you're starting to call him Draco now!" Ron's red head came closer, and his golden blue eyes were full of familiar disdain and sincerity. "Because he saved Harry?"

"I wouldn't believe he was so kind, who knows what's going on behind his back." Ron rolled his eyes and pouted his lips in a grimace.

"I don't care what you mean," said Hermione angrily, she didn't want to be interrupted by something boring. "But I don't think it matters at all, what you think is your business!"

"Yeah! Of course it's nobody's business what I think." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, looking imposing. "But at least don't be so affectionate in front of me and Harry, please."

"What's her name?" Harry seemed to have just recovered, he withdrew his slightly blurred eyes and slowly spit out a few words.

"Draco or...dray?"

As soon as the words fell, Ron's body trembled violently and exaggeratedly. He looked at Harry in horror as if he were looking at an eight-eyed spider. "Merlin, save my goosebumps."

Harry shrugged indifferently, and couldn't help but smile at Hermione the moment he turned his head.

No longer paying attention to their awkward dispute, he looked up at the classroom bench, where their new Defense Against Magic professor was sitting—Mad-Eye Moody.The real Moody and not some alternate idiot, these are the messages from that magic parchment and couldn't be more accurate.

This is also the reason why his good mood lasts.

He confidently thought, it won't be long before the relationship between the dark and the dark will change, and when he has enough confidence and credibility, he can completely defeat Voldemort with his own ability even if he doesn't need to reveal his painful past to the public!

It's really exciting!

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete among three..." Before Dumbledore could finish his words, there was a commotion all around, and all the students began to whisper excitedly.Fred and George even cheered that they wanted to participate with glowing eyes, even though the principal pointed out that it is impossible to become a warrior under the age of 17.

Harry wasn't particularly interested anyway, he was fiddling with the delicate emerald cuff on his sleeve with one hand, while looking at everyone with interest, the feeling that only he knew everything was a bit tedious but really satisfying.So he began to look at the excitement and excitement in everyone's eyes with a mysterious satisfied smile.

"Harry!" Dean leaned over excitedly. "You'll be there, right?"

"No!" Hermione vetoed for him, she said worriedly. "Impossible, Harry is not yet 17 years old, let alone someone died in this game..."

"Nobody asked you if you were going! Hermione." George squeezed forward, his eyes sparkling. "Together? Harry! You will want to go, you can't refuse such a powerful competition..."

"We have a hundred ways to participate, even if we don't know the specific inspection method." Fred smiled proudly.

Ron also seemed a little overjoyed, and he also babbled to Neville that he had practiced a lot of powerful spells with Harry recently, and he didn't know if he would lose the election if he participated...

"Don't go, I think, Dumbledore has plenty of ways to exclude those who are not qualified..." Harry said with difficulty when he was squeezed into a small space.

"You can apply, Harry!" Luna also said in a trance. "I think you are better than many senior students, at least I believe they dare not confront the fugitives head-on."

"That's right..."

"To honor Hogwarts..."

……

"Yes." Ron said enviously. "One thousand Galleons!"

The crowd began to disperse noisily, returning to their dormitories one after another, and Harry escaped from the siege.

"Aren't you going?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"Actually, I'm sure I won't be able to pass the principal's test." Harry curled his lips and stood up.

As he stood up, his fingers accidentally rubbed against the glass that had been shattered in the chaos just now, and the sharp pieces of glass glowing with candlelight scratched his fingertips.

The pain began to spread, and Harry's body came to a sudden stop. At this time, the people in the hall had almost left, but he was frozen in place as if he had been cast with a petrification spell.

"Harry?" Hermione stopped and looked back at him.

Harry's face turned pale suddenly, he glanced at his fingers suspiciously, the tiny wound was bloodshot, then his hand trembled, and the other hand pulled out his wand from his robe.

"Harry?" Hermione and Ron realized that something was wrong, and they approached the boy who was alone behind him, who looked like he had suffered a serious blow.

The spell blurted out, and with a flash of golden light, the wound on Harry's hand healed.Immediately afterwards, he decisively picked up the half piece of glass on the table, and cut it towards his palm...

"Ah." Exclaimed, Hermione didn't even have time to stop, and saw Harry cut his palm, a half-decimeter-long cut slowly appeared as the blood flowed out, and the scarlet blood was on the white skin. It was very dazzling in the palm of his hand.

"Are you crazy?" Ron slammed the barely blood-stained piece of broken glass from Harry's hand, and it fell to the ground into fine, shiny slag.

Harry's face seemed to have eased a bit, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief as he looked at the blood that was pouring out of his hands complicatedly, picked up the wand and said the healing spell again, and then looked fascinated at the wound that was visible to the naked eye again. The speed disappeared, but this time it may be due to the deeper reason, leaving a faint shallow mark on the palm.

"I'm telling you Harry, you'd better give us an explanation." Hermione looked like she was going crazy, her lips were tightened, and anger and helplessness were in her eyes.Seeing the blood on Harry's hands, her voice even trembled. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"The potion is starting to become unstable." Harry looked up and said seriously.

"What?" The brown-haired girl looked at him in surprise, and couldn't believe her ears.

Harry looked at his fingers complicatedly, the new lines on them had begun to merge with other extended fingerprints. "I just felt it, from here."

"I feel like I've been stabbed deep in my body..."

"So you tried the experiment on yourself again?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "Don't show such eyes Hermione." Harry watched the other party silently throw a clean one into his palm, and continued to say helplessly. "At least it was normal just now..."

"Then what should we do?" Ron couldn't help worrying, the stern appearance of Harry being scratched by the Hippogriff was still in front of his eyes. "You have to tell Dumbledore."

"No." Harry tucked his hands into his sleeves. "I don't want to bother them."

The last time was enough for the professors. This is not a simple matter. After a long time, this matter will inevitably be discovered by others. At that time, he is likely to be sent to St. Mungo...

"Indeed, I don't support Harry continuing to rely on that kind of potion. Let alone its rarity, it's one thing to find all the ingredients for it. Besides, its anesthetic ingredients have a great impact on the body..." He Min followed their footsteps and said in a low voice. "It does some damage to the soul...Harry, maybe Dumbledore is right, the prophet can help you."

"Those dangerous people?" Ron frowned, shaking his head and looking at Harry. "I don't support Harry getting involved with them. Dad said that as little contact with these strange people as possible, there will be no benefit."

Harry listened to their conversation silently. In fact, he would not bother the headmaster nor those mysterious people. This time the potion became unstable much sooner than Snape expected. It was expected to be a year later. That's what happens...

When he thought that everything was going in a good direction, he realized that he still had such a trouble, and An Yi had almost made him forget everything.

Harry took one last complicated look out the window, through a chink in the long beige veil that hung down.Cold raindrops gathered on the gray window and fell, into the unfathomable darkness behind the limestone...

Can he really master everything?