HP leap time

Breaking away from various inspections and interviews, Harry felt a little parched. When he returned to the hall, the students in the auditorium were basically gone.No wonder, a new round of feuds and endless interviews did take time.

It was pitch black outside the window, and there were still some Beauxbatons students bustling around the end of the table in the hall. They wrapped their silk scarves around their necks and hid their chins in it. Hogwarts winter was still too cold for them.They surrounded Furong, who had just come out, and the joy was constantly jumping on the beautiful and young faces of the girls.

Fleur held her little sister in one hand and smiled, and when she noticed Harry's gaze from the other side, she glanced back coldly, full of hostility.Harry shrugged, which was no wonder, she had always thought of herself as a violent nuisance, and now even more, might have escalated into an unruly violent bastard.

Harry chose to bypass them and go back to the Gryffindor lounge, where he thought there would be quite a few people waiting for another round of explanations that were not convincing anyway.

The Goblet of Fire is still standing alone on the table, the blue flame is like a quiet jellyfish fluctuating gently round and round, the flowing candle has been extinguished, and the candlelight in the jack-o-lantern shines through, making the auditorium suddenly bright Suddenly dark.

"Hi, may I bother you?" A crunchy voice came from the side.

Harry looked down to see Fleur's sister Gabriel standing timidly aside, her big blue eyes staring into his face like he was a werewolf with a jack-o'-lantern.

"Well." Harry tried his best to look gentle, he hid his hands in his sleeves, squatted down and looked at the girl with a smile.

He didn't know why she was afraid of him but came to look for him on her own initiative, it seemed that she ran over secretly.Harry felt terribly guilty for nearly hurting her not long ago, mistaking her for another girl, and that little girl wasn't supposed to be here.

Is it an admission of error or other visual confusion caused by malice... Harry still felt afraid and worried. After all, it was his body, so he had already guessed and made a certain position in his heart.

And that terrible guess... was also the source of his panic and withdrawal.

"I have something to tell you...Mr. Potter." The girl hesitated, seemingly struggling for a long time. She lowered her head and looked at her toes anxiously, her hands intertwined.

"Don't be afraid, Gabriel," said Harry.

"Have you ever heard a vampire story?" She looked up, her blue eyes widening. "They're horrible, grandma said they'd drink human blood to survive..."

Harry nodded quietly at her, encouraging her to continue.

"When the night of the full moon comes." Gabriel paused. "They'll come out to hunt...these are scary..."

"I know you're a good man, sir," Gabriel continued. "You can come out during the day, have lots of friends...and laugh by the firepit in the hallway..."

"So you will definitely not be scary..."

"What did you see? Gabriel." Harry realized her intentions, and he carefully held her tiny shoulders.

"Here." Gabriel choked up, and poked Harry's glasses carefully with her finger, leaving a small fingerprint on the clean lens. "On the day you blew up the chandelier, when you mistook me, when you pointed your wand at me..."

"Sorry..." Harry lowered his eyes.

"Gabriel!" The little girl wanted to continue speaking, but Fleur's angry shout came from a distance.

Immediately, da da da... The sound of footsteps gradually approached.

"How dare you!" Fu Rong hugged the little girl, the long tassels around her neck hung down and the braids of golden hair hung on her chest, her face was full of anger. "What did you do to her?"

"I just asked her if she wanted candies..." Harry stood up innocently, spreading his hands.

"No one will believe you." Fleur looked at him coldly, her pretty face was full of disgust, she took a step back from Harry's flickering eyes. "Don't think that with Hogwarts protecting you, you can do anything wrong. I know you have some harmful plans. It's best to stay away from us."

Taking a last defensive look at Harry, Fleur put a silk scarf on the girl, hugged her and the girls who surrounded her quickly walked through the auditorium and disappeared into the darkness outside the castle.

The students of Beauxbatons live in carriages outside the castle. Every morning when they wake up, they can see the glass windows wet with dew. Outside is the tall and splendid castle of Hogwarts, surrounded by clear and green springs. And rows of golden ginkgo trees, canaries twittering and flying up the branches, and occasionally a few sniffing out of the soil...

Harry thinks this life is very cute, so the little girls who come out of this environment are very innocent. There is nothing terrible about a vampire, it is nothing more than a dangerous magical animal.

He is not afraid of these things. Harry took off his glasses, and slowly groped into a corner. This is a small corner between the corridor and the stairwell. There should be a broom room, yes, there is a broom room missing here... …

There was a dirty broom room missing, Harry covered his eyes and sat down as if venting, and hid himself firmly in the darkness. Where should he hide?

Everything is like a joke.

Harry kept replaying the last sentence of the little blue-eyed girl in his mind.

"Your eyes, I see... it's here, when you raised your wand to me..."

"Gabriel!" Fleur's roar echoed brokenly in the hall as the background music.

"Red...like vampires...here, cold, scary, red..." The child's voice was hoarse and curious.

Red……

Red……

Absolutely wrong.

Harry denied her in his heart, how could it be possible, did he think he was dazed?

But there was no other way, he still listened to it, and from his left ear, the voice was like a stream of spring water mixed with crushed ice, slipping all the way into his mind, washing away the web of lies he had made for himself.

Had to believe, believe the silly words of a nine-year-old girl who is afraid of stupid vampires.

He couldn't help but believe it, because these were in line with everything he guessed and feared, and what was in line could no longer be in line...

He knew it.

He knows...

Harry couldn't help recalling everything in his mind, how could such a phantom phenomenon occur when the soul and body were separated?These changes are inherently unexplainable problems.

So pretty much all doubts point in the same direction.

Soul piece.

That filthy thing in him, the thing he wanted to ignore but couldn't!

It's affecting me, it's strange, there wasn't such a change in my last life!

But this is the truth, and the only truth.

The soul tablet is working in the body, and this effect is affecting him!

Should he tell Dumbledore?Where's Professor Snape?Or tell his godfather...

They can help figure out a way, right?

No, he's already made up his mind, hasn't he?He told the kid at the time.

With a stiff smile all over his face, he said. "Don't tell anyone, Gabriel, you're a nice girl, and it's our little secret."

So stop thinking about it, you've already made a subconscious decision, haven't you?

Who will believe you, who will help you when you become a part of Voldemort in the eyes of others?

When this gets out, you're screwed fool!

Harry gritted his teeth and punched the wall, and the fist suddenly hurt, which also made his head clearer.

He stood up from the ground panting, and the numbness spread from his ankle like maggots attached to the bone.

Looking up at the stairs, the continuous candlelight illuminated each step, and the dark golden carpet spun and spread upwards.

Harry stepped up slowly, leaning on the railing like a toddler, looking down at his toes.

So he has to carry it by himself?He couldn't let the soul piece continue to affect him, but he couldn't eliminate it.

Should Voldemort kill himself again?

no no no!wrong……

The Elder Wand, let the Elder Wand kill himself...

But can he guarantee that he can live again in the hands of the Elder Wand?the answer is negative.

No! What can I do?

You are like a victim!harry potter.

He couldn't help laughing at himself, and the portrait next to him pointed at him and began to whisper.

When did he start to doubt it?

Harry was fascinated, and from the third time, when he fell into a hallucination on the broom, he began to realize that something was wrong, and then when he shot Gabriel, it was obviously more serious at that time, because he could no longer control his consciousness Yes, recalling the urge to kill, even after such a long time, it is still hard to forget.

So from then on, he began to suspect, suspected that piece of soul, that evil and extremely dangerous thing, suspected that everything had something to do with black magic, and his sworn enemy.

That's why he was scared like a lost child, nervous, suspicious, paranoid, vulnerable, uncertain.

During this period of time, he was so unlike him, he was overwhelmed by suspicion, and the evasion and retreat in the face of the facts could no longer bring him any sense of security.

Harry looked up again, his green glasses were clear behind them, he'd either get rid of everything or be finished, wouldn't he?

There are only two choices between life and death, and of course he will choose the first one, just like he was born to fight continuously, fight and fight until he dies.

At least he has no regrets this way, he hates regrets the most...

Then he can just accept these things indifferently, at least live a more relaxed life.

Harry turned his head back, stupidly turned his face to the portrait, and imitated Draco to make an ugly smirk, showing himself through the reflection of the glass outside the portrait.

The male and female wizards in the portrait looked at each other, then smiled and waved to the silly boy.

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The author has something to say:

Harry would be happy for a while after he could take the blow, as he always did, occasionally heartless. (It is estimated that I will start spreading dog food again / Smile)