HP leap time

"I have something to tell you, Harry..."

Harry looked up, his eyes fell on the opalescent marble steps through the glare of the sun, the familiar Gryffindor robe, the golden red tie was slightly wrinkled, Ron Weasley's face was suffocated and his hair One color up.

This was the first time Ron had spoken to him since the Cold War.

Yellow-green vines covered the wall behind him, and he was standing at the entrance of a dome in one of the corridors, stepping on a few stalks of San Leng grass.

Overjoyed, Harry stopped and stood aside, deliberately raising the corners of his eyes to pretend to be indifferent.

Ron seemed a little nervous. He pretended not to care and bent one leg aside. Two girls in Hufflepuff robes walked by. Ron dodged aside awkwardly.

"Hey, listen." He finally realized that he couldn't have a good conversation standing here, so he jumped down from the steps and landed on the lawn next to Harry, and a few gray pigeons fluttered in the distance.

"I think I know what your first project will be." The expected surprise didn't come, Harry's face remained frozen.

"Well, I know it was my fault for not believing you in the first place." Ron spread his hands and blushed. "But you've got to trust me, I really know your first project..."

"You see, I'm not the only one who doesn't believe you, am I?" Ron went on. "Hermione also doubted at the beginning, no one can believe an impossible thing based on some rhetoric..."

"So you're still suspicious of me?"

"No, not now." His eyes wandered to the sky and back to Harry's face. "It just suddenly occurred to me that you don't need to use deception to satisfy your superiority, because you are already good enough."

"The process of figuring it out is long enough..." Harry's eyes fell on Ron's shirt turned out of his pants, and it was rare to hear this sentence from his mouth.

"It's not too late!" Ron smiled again, and he approached Harry mysteriously. "But I have to tell you some terrible news..."

"A dragon? I know." Harry blinked.

"You say it again?" Ron was shocked.

"Hagrid took me to see it yesterday, and your brother Charlie was there."

"Oh, that's great," said Ron dryly, and began to push a few weeds into the dirt with his toes.

"Maybe we can go and see Hagrid..." Harry broke his momentary embarrassment, tilting his head and smiling at Ron, who was a little annoyed. "You can tell me the details of the dragon on the way."

As if the rain had passed, Ron raised his head again, showing a joyful expression, and soon he wrinkled his face again and drew a long tone. "That could be scary, Harry..."

"Hey! Potter." The voice came from behind the rows of camphor trees, mixed with a series of footsteps.

Draco came around from the opposite side with his followers, the sun was shining golden on them.

"Why are you here?"

As if seeing Ron just now, Draco frowned and hugged his chest, then looked at him from beginning to end with disdainful eyes, and his eyes stayed on his hand on Harry's shoulder for a while.

The golden head turned to Harry again. "Weasel came back to curry favor with you again? Potter."

"He's my friend and I warned you about your nicknames." Harry said in a low voice, taking a step towards him. "Don't do it on purpose..."

"You mean the smelly weasel or the poor Weasley?" The blond boy raised his head indifferently.

"Do you want to get your big teeth knocked out? Malfoy!" Ron strode forward angrily, looking imposing.

Draco stayed where he was, with Goyle and Crabbe standing behind him like a mountain.

"Do you think you're still in the womb, Malfoy," Ron called to the boy behind them. "You timid bastard!"

"Stop arguing, can you?" Harry pulled Ron and glared angrily at Draco who was about to speak.

"Potter." Draco looked down at him, his tone cold, his gray-blue eyes almost transparent in the sunlight. "It's still the same sentence, you should know what kind of person to be friends with..."

Harry stared, of course he knew, knew that Draco was defending himself, and knew that he hated Ron all the time, even worse after the other party fell out with him because of jealousy, but so what?Ron is his dead brother, and his importance to him is self-evident.

"Go to hell!" Ron heard the sound and pulled out his wand, sparks came out from the tip of the wand.

"Smack..." Harry's hand was faster, and Ron's wand was knocked to the ground by him. "Don't make trouble."

Finally, he took a complicated look at Draco, pondering how to explain it in the future, and then dragged Ron to leave here.

"What do you mean? Potter." Draco looked at their backs angrily, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ron's vest.

"Bang!" The extremely fast and turbulent red light sank into Draco's body, and with the rapid deformation of his body, his body instantly became shorter.

Harry felt a chill down his spine, his heart skipped a beat, and he jerked his head back with Goyle's gasp.

Draco is gone!In its place was a shivering ferret squatting on the grass.

And the source of everything was Professor Moody who came out of the teaching building not far away, and he was walking in a rage.

As the blood flow accelerated, Harry felt anger ignited from deep within his body, spreading across every inch of skin and blood vessels in an instant.It even felt like the respiratory tract was being poured into broken snow, and waves of panic and hypoxia came.

"Attack from behind! You shameless..." Moody angrily raised his wand again and pointed it at Draco on the ground.

"Whoosh——" the red light shot from the opposite side at a high speed, Moody lost his mind for a moment and then dodged to the side, but it was still slow, the red light brushed his arm, smashed into the tree trunk with blood .

There was a deep gash in the tree, and the robe on Moody's arm was cut, and blood flowed from it.

"You..." Moody's eyes widened in surprise, and his other magic eye was rolling in its socket.

It was Harry Potter who had just attacked him...!

Immediately afterwards, another ray of light flashed, and before Moody could react, his body was firmly restrained.

Harry Potter picked up the little beast that he had turned into a ferret and walked towards him.

The sun fell on his face, making him look extremely cold.

He walked up to Moody, knelt down, and met his gaze.

"You revealed it yourself." Harry's wand touched his jaw unknowingly, the sharp point of the wand brought pain, his tone was cold and his expression was cold. "Little cockroach."

Ron Weasley has been very contradictory today. After negotiating with Hermione for a long time, he decided to apologize to his good buddy. Of course, this matter is easier said than done, but once it is done, it will feel extra relaxed and peaceful. Relieved, like now, they are reconciled, and they can walk together in the sunshine to see their old friend Hagrid, and when they come back, they can have dinner together to discuss how to help Harry complete his first project.

But in fact, Ron opened his mouth wide in horror, everything was different from what he thought.

His brother who had just reconciled held their common enemy in his arms, but the wand in his hand was attacking their black magic professor...

"Do you know what you're doing?" Moody couldn't feel the wand tremble, and Harry's dark green eyes stared at him emotionlessly against the backlight.

"Of course I know." Harry hugged the soft thing in his arms tightly with one hand, and firmly grasped his wand with the other.

"Get the Professor, Ron," Harry growled. "Tell them there's a counterfeit here!"

"Okay... what?" Ron staggered and turned around, a little at a loss.

The passing students looked here curiously, and Goyle and Crabbe remained motionless like sculptures.

"Go!" Harry said again, his eyes fixed on each other.

"You!" Moody looked at him angrily, moving his fingers secretly in his sleeves. "I'm your professor!"

"I know, it was when you came to the school, but not later." Harry couldn't help but twitched, and he did observe Professor Moody carefully, the real black arts professor.The idea of ​​Death Eaters pretending to be him has almost been ruled out, so the focus of observation has been on Karkaroff and the group of Durmstrang students... I really never thought about it, in the supposedly extremely safe Hogg Woz would have professors unknowingly replaced.

God knows what kind of trick this guy used to plot against Moody.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Harry stuffed Draco into his robes, and the guy bit himself hard.Then he sneered as he pulled out the fake Moody's wand that was hidden in his sleeve. "You're already screwed."

"How is it possible?" The fake Moody was forced to raise his head when he was stuck on the tree trunk, and he grinned in pain and shouted. "How could you find out that I just disposed of a Slytherin..."

"You shouldn't have shot at him." Harry answered him perfunctorily, you shouldn't have shot at him, because if you shot at him, I would shoot at you, and once you fight, your loopholes will be revealed.He'd fought with Moody, a fierce and fierce Auror who always used spells to fight head-on attacks instead of slamming into trees like a fool in the face of students' attacks.

"Besides... you smell like scum, it's hard not to notice..."

"Potter?" McGonagall's voice came from behind, accompanied by a burst of noise.

"Don't be complacent, Harry Potter! You will die a miserable death!" The man in the hand looked at him fiercely.

"Worry about yourself, idiot." Harry watched happily as the fake Moody's face began to deform, and the beard that didn't belong on his chin began to grow.The compound potion was slowly wearing off.

It is gratifying that this is the last cancer in the school.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting dark shadows in the invisible corners.

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The author has something to say:

Finally, the answer to the mystery is slowly coming to the surface, hahahahahaha