HP leap time

It was the day before the Yule Ball, and Ron Weasley wrapped the red and gold scarf around his neck and looked out the window.

A thick layer of white snow covered the whole world, but the snow was still falling, falling on the whitened lake, on the steps covered with footprints, on the pinnacles, and on the glass gaps that were packed full.All the plants are curled up, and the bare branches are staggered, leaving this winter a little barren and desolate.

Ron put his chin into the scarf and decided to go out for a walk. There was no class this afternoon, and he didn't want to stay in the dormitory to ferment.

Passing through the Gryffindor lounge, the warm charcoal stove was crackling and burning, a few senior students were leaning against the window to write their papers, the snow was shining white through the crumpled parchment, and a few cats were sitting on the lounge chair. Skimming on tiptoe, the ink-stained footprints stained several newspapers.

Ron shrank his head. There is always a charming quiet atmosphere in winter, and perhaps a little bit of purity and alienation. This made him unable to help but think of the girls in Beauxbatons. They always wear light-colored clothes, Wearing a gauze scarf, blinking blue eyes like snow and ice, seemingly indifferent, but actually alienated and resisting.Compared with other seasons, he prefers other seasons, at least not so cold, at least there are bright red roses and white daisies shining brightly, suitable for girls who laugh.

"Ron!" Dean deliberately lowered his voice and walked in from the portrait with a broom in his arms, bringing a breath of ice and snow. "Going to play Quidditch? It's not snowing too much."

"No, not at all." Ron lifted one eyelid to glance at the snow on his neck. "You'd better go find Neville."

"Oh, okay!" Dean looked a little disappointed. He fiddled with the broom, and the snow from the branches spilled all over the ground.He came over and patted him on the shoulder. "I can understand your feelings, but I still think you should get out of inviting Fleur and find a new partner... Otherwise, you will be the only one in the fourth grade who doesn't have a partner..."

"Don't worry about it." Ron muttered angrily, and he felt ashamed when he mentioned it. "At least Harry didn't worry about it."

Dean gave him a strange look.

"I thought you knew Harry already had a boyfriend."

"Of course I know!" said Ron dryly, the fire burning in his heart. "The fool can see it too, can't he?"

Seeing the hesitant expression on the other side's face, Ron turned around and walked towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, curling his mouth and saying, "Harry said none of them would like to dance..."

So that's why Harry didn't have a date either?Dean picked up the broom and shook his head helplessly.

Out of the portrait, Ron ran fast all the way, and the draft rose from the bottom of the stairs and blew his robe and scarf behind him.

Regarding his relationship with Malfoy, Ron actually only found out about the time when Harry caught the fake professor. It was indeed relatively late, but at that time he had just reconciled with Harry, and Harry was very frank and even He explained confidently that he couldn't spread any resentment and anger on the other party.

Yeah, never really falling out with him, he's Harry Potter, only fools would ever fall out with him!

Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter!The whole world revolves around the sought after guy!So everything he does makes sense, and everything he encounters has someone to help him worry about it!

He couldn't help but think again of the argument with Hermione this morning, and the thing the brown-haired girl had been so excitedly discussing with him.

"You know the Time Turner! Ron!" Hermione tugged at her sleeve excitedly. "It's actually contraband, but I've been using it since third grade..."

"I suspect that Harry is not the real Harry, he may be Harry from another time, you understand? It is very likely, Harry from another time period with a vision of the future wants to come change something... through a time-turner or something..."

At that time, Ron was staring at the white snow outside the window in a daze, and the passionate brown suddenly occupied his vision.So he recovered and looked at Hermione's vivid eyebrows and eyes in a daze.

"We need to find out about this matter. This may also be the source of the recovery of Harry's body..."

……

"No." Ron said, frowning, his head buzzing, irritated for no reason listening to Hermione's rambling, it's Harry Potter again, it's Harry Potter again! Can she change the subject with herself? ? "Impossible isn't it? He's as old as we are, unless he's hiding the real Harry Potter... You're mad Hermione, don't think about it, okay? What can you do?" "

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"You can't do anything!" he continued, feeling some terrible emotion churning inside him, and his speech speed began to pick up. "If you have time to spend more time on yourself, maybe you can find a dance partner or something."

The space was silent for a few seconds, Hermione tightened her lips, and the enthusiasm in her eyes dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You really let me down." She lowered her eyes and quickly packed her things deliberately not to look at him, the ruler and the ink bottle collided with each other. "You can't do anything well, go ahead with your selfish thoughts!"

"Finally." Hermione picked up her bag and took two steps forward, then turned her head and looked down at him. "Someone has already asked me out, you'd better worry about it yourself!"

Da da da... The sound of footsteps went away.

Ron pouted, and drew a few strokes on the paper irritably.The cold air gushing in from the window shuttled between the robe and his legs, well, he and this damn winter were left again.

Walking out of the promenade on the crushed ice under his feet, thin white snowflakes floated slowly in the sky, he hesitated for a while, walked around the trampled path and stepped on the flat snow layer next to him.

The snow layer sank around the shape of his feet, accompanied by the soft sound of the cloth being cut, a few lumps of snow fell from the branches in the distance and sank into the ribbons prepared for Christmas.

Walking aimlessly towards the Black Lake, a few low-grade Hufflepuffs were playing snowball fights below, screaming loudly, and white mist rose from their mouths as they accelerated their pace...

With a whoosh, a snowball hit his leg, and Ron glared at the little boy, kicking the snow to another, quieter place.

What reason does he have to be angry?Ron opened his eyelids and looked out. There was sparse snow floating on the wide black lake, and the lead gray distant mountains were floating on the lake...

Harry is capable of doing that, isn't he?He could face the fire dragon without changing his face, and couldn't help but think of the terrifying and ferocious dragons in the first project again. Just looking at them made his heart palpitate, but Harry was still able to overcome and flew up to the clouds on his broom , like a real dragon fighter.

Isn't he afraid?Fear, Harry had said he would be nervous, and fear that the dragon would bite off his broom tail.

Isn't he worried about the separation of his soul and body?Worried, Harry didn't say it, but the first thing he did when he got up every day was to open a mouth on his finger to test whether the effect of his medicine was unstable.

He would worry about failing his potions test, he would bully Crookshanks when Hermione wasn't looking, and he would have sudden headaches and body aches without warning...

He has many, many, and he seems to know them all.

Ron was suddenly surprised to find that he seemed to know everything, and he seemed to know him better than he thought.

Then why is he jealous or complaining, Ron let out a breath, and watched it float up into the sky and spread among the snowflakes.Isn't he so miserable?So everyone should pay close attention to him. I can't do that by myself, so it's better to stay by the side, at least to set off.

There were some girls' discussions next to him, and he turned his head to see that Gryffindor's junior students were clustered around a few sycamore trees covered with snowflakes, and a lonely snowman with branches fell not far away.

"Look at that owl," said a little girl with a scarf wrapped around her head.

"What a beautiful Snow Owl!"

Ron squinted his eyes to see a snow-white owl standing lazily on the top of the plane tree. It turned out to be Harry's Hedwig, did he come out to breathe?

Ron raised his eyebrows and whistled as some children tried to disturb it with sticks.

The sound of the whistle alarmed the snow owl whose eyes were closed. It opened its bright brown eyes and glanced at Ron who was not far away. Then it spread its white wings and flew up amidst the children's smacking their lips in disappointment. On Ron's outstretched forearm.

Hedwig approached Ron's warm robe, let out a comfortable cry and narrowed her eyes again.

Ron smoothed the white feathers off its tail with his other hand.

"Wow……"

"Who is that?"

"Mr. Ron Weasley, he is a good friend of Harry Potter, that should be Harry Potter's owl..." A slightly older girl explained.

"It's amazing..." Someone sighed.

Ron looked down at Hedwig on his arm, full of thoughts.

See, you are as famous as your master.

You trust me so much, as does your master.

This feeling is very strange. When you are envious of that person's aura and reputation, even though you know that the price behind him is huge and heavy, you still continue to be narrow-minded, envious, and push yourself into a humble and mediocre guy.But where you can't see, other people also envy you, look, he is trusted by Harry Potter, he is very powerful.

Why do you trust me so much?harry potter.

I haven't done anything for you, how can He De be valued by you?

It seems that another extreme idea was changed, and he was immediately belittled as useless.

So, why did he think so much?Friends understand and trust each other, isn't it better than anything else?

So, Ron scratched his head severely and pulled his hair in self-blame, just like Hermione said, he seemed really selfish.

The wind was blowing snowflakes coming from the direction of the black lake. The black-haired boy in a black robe was so clear and conspicuous in the white world. Girls on the shore exclaimed, huddled in a commotion, and wanted to dodge.

With a tingling chill rushing towards his face, Harry Potter stopped the broom abruptly, but almost hit the plane tree beside him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry gasped and stopped in front of Ron, and the disturbed Hedwig flapped his wings and flew over Harry's head and landed on his broom. "Dean said you didn't want to go out."

"Aren't you with that skunk..." Ron frowned, but felt inexplicably happy in his heart.The students around were pointing at them and discussing, Beauxbaton's Pegasus hissed, and a Christmas carol was sung by someone not far away...

"Ahem." Harry said evasively. "He went to learn potions from Snape."

"Well." Ron curled his lips, the atmosphere looked a little tense, of course it was inevitable, Harry thought guiltyly, Ron was right to himself for not breaking up with him because of this matter.

"Where is Hermione going?" Harry changed the topic, put away his broom and jumped down, Hedwig slapped him hard with her wings.

"She's starting to think you're a time traveler, sick in the library!" Ron couldn't help grimacing at the thought. "She even told me she was already on a date! That's impossible."

"Yeah, how could I...unless I was transformed by Peeves." Harry seconded guiltily, the little witch is too powerful, she will always be so smart, Harry even thinks she will be able to really master it soon his secret. "Don't think about Hermione, let's go play Quidditch? There is a lack of a flexible goalkeeper here."

Ron looked up into the tentative green eyes with some compromise.

"Unless you let me ride your 2000?"

"Of course!" Harry laughed.