HP leap time

Harry looked through the red wine glass in his hand, and the chandelier decorated with snowflakes was shining with soft white light. He moved his wrist, and the berry red wine rippled and disrupted the light, and spots of light melted in the red. The light flowing in circles is like rivers flowing on the red earth.

Swirl, swipe...and it's a sparkling chandelier again.

Countless snowflakes fell from the starry ceiling and melted on the heads of the people who fell onto the dance floor.

Sitting in this auditorium decorated like a crystal palace, Harry took a sip of his velvety drink, feeling a little dazed and bored.

"They danced really well, didn't they?" Ron rolled his eyes and looked at the girl in a lavender dress on the dance floor. Her happy smile reflected the sparkling sequins at the corners of her eyes, making her look extraordinarily beautiful.

Harry pushed the big ball of maroon dresses that Ron had piled on the table and put his wine glass on it. Everyone was very dedicated, of course he could see it.

Turning around, he looked at the big boy with standard and elegant movements on the dance floor. He was wearing a velvet black dress today. The exquisite dark green buttons and those cumbersome silver patterns raised the shape and grade of the clothes by more than one degree.And the pale blond hair, which was clearly well-manicured, combed back like a sanctimonious peddler.

Draco was smiling, the kind of joyful smile from the bottom of his heart, he was enjoying the dance process, striding his long legs and firmly hooking the slender waist of his female partner in lace skirt...

The music reverberated in the auditorium, shuttling through every corner with a blurred tail and a rich aroma of wine.

"Is he hugging a little tighter?" Harry couldn't help frowning.

"It's really tight enough." Ron raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth looking at Krum's sturdy body.

Draco turned his head as if he had sensed it, and met Harry's gaze accurately through the crowd, and sparks flew all over the moment.

In Harry's gloomy eyes, Draco raised the corners of his eyes and smiled treacherously. He deliberately hugged his female partner's waist, then stretched his neck and licked the corner of his mouth provocatively with the tip of his tongue.

This bitch, Harry silently took out his wand from his pocket, then winked at Ron.

"Oh! Brother, you are good enough." Ron spread his hands. "What are you going to do?"

Harry smiled maliciously.

"A clear spring is like water."

A wave of heart-piercing clear water slammed down from the top of the golden head, and with the girl's scream, Draco's body trembled violently, and then he was stunned for three seconds.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!

Draco turned his head with water stains all over his body and his face was pale. The black-haired boy who was sitting just now had run away long ago and disappeared, leaving only the poor Weasley who was clutching his stomach and laughing like an idiot.

You're a shameless rascal, Potter!

Harry trotted all the way out of the auditorium, then backed up to help the small Christmas tree that he had knocked down, frantically piled the ribbons at the foot of the tree, and hid sideways in a corner.

After a while, I saw the drenched Draco striding out, and finally stopped there to look around, his hair was hanging down his face in bunches, and the bright water droplets illuminated by the warm yellow light flowed down The white necks rolled down one by one, looking a little sexy.

"Come out, Potter, I will love you when you come out." The voice sounded friendly.

If he hadn't seen his dead mother's horrible expression, Harry might have considered...

As if he couldn't bear to be pointed at by passing students, Draco pulled out his wand and decided to find a place where no one was around to take care of his mess before he settled with that bastard.

Harry watched Draco return in frustration but excitedly, his heart filled with the joy of the winner.

The colorful lights are intertwined and twinkling among the Christmas trees, all kinds of exquisite small gift boxes are piled up in every corner, and Christmas songs are chanted on each chandelier, creating a strong Christmas atmosphere together.

Harry suddenly felt a little dazzled by everything in front of him. He didn't know whether it was because he drank some alcohol or because his heart was beating fast, and he always felt that his vision was a little blurry.He rubbed his eyes hard, and his eyes became clear again, but the tiredness that suddenly rose in his head was lingering.

go out for a walk?

Maybe to wake up.

Holding his head with one hand, he walked towards the gate, and when he reached the gate, the cold air from the shop instantly enveloped him.

It was so cold, Harry shrank his neck a little, the cold wind pierced his exposed skin like an awl with the breath of ice and snow, bringing a prickly pain, but in fact his head was indeed much clearer.

The white snow outside was dyed colorful by the bright lights of the castle. Harry stepped on the snow and went down the steps, and his head began to ache again.

Only fools would stay outside, right?

The castle is like a huge furnace, just by getting close to it, you can feel the warmth and excitement inside, Harry decided to get some air and hurry back, even if he would be caught by Draco.

Raising his head suddenly, the darkness is like a raging tide, rushing from the distant mountains and rivers like thousands of horses, overflowing his mouth and nose, blinding his eyes... It seems that it can easily cover the whole world.In the darkness, the wind and snow swayed, and the cold air was severe. The warmth from the castle and the intermittent Christmas songs shattered and melted in the darkness.

A row of poplar branches in the distance are staggered, the wind blows snowflakes and flows through the gaps, and a row of crooked footprints follow the castle to the roots of the trees.

The picture seems to be still, still in the gray and white block.

A thin figure swayed in the air for a while and then stood in the snow, fluttering like a shadow cast by a tree, he stared blankly at the black lake where the black tide was surging in the distance and the large dark gray patches , lonely and silent.

The staggering black bat hissed and destroyed the integrity of the picture. It flew from the forbidden forest in the distance, flying up and down madly.Then it fell to the ground, elongated, and turned into a curled up figure.

"Master..." The figure lying on the ground tremblingly sobbed, and the snow on the ground was messed up by him. "Finally, finally... see you again!"

The voice echoed in the still air.

"As soon as I sensed you, I rushed over..." He stretched out his arm, and the dark mark of the bone that was deep in the bone was faintly shining with light blue light. "You finally woke up!"

The thin figure standing aside turned around and cast his eyes on the brightly lit castle through the shadows of trees, ignoring the meaning of the people on the ground.

The cold wind around him was in sharp contrast to the light in the castle, and the man sneered.

"Is it Christmas? Hogwarts." The young man spoke without any warmth in his voice.

"They're having a Yule ball, master." The man on the ground got up and raised his face, his face was split in two by a horrible scar.

Ponte looked at the figure in front of him happily. This was the second time they met, in a safe dark corner under rows of poplar trees.

Remember when they first met, when he was a fugitive with nothing, hunted by Aurors like a mouse all over the world, trapped with three idiots with no hope.

The mysterious person I met at that time, that is, the person in front of me, was so mysterious and powerful... Even thinking about it now, Ponte still feels guilty. He clearly escaped at that time, but the other party chased after him without hesitation... Perhaps thanks The appreciation of the master, otherwise he is still a fugitive with nothing, or a stray dog ​​in a corner.

But it was different now. He had a greater career, a career that would lead him to the top. Ponte looked at the other party with burning eyes, as if success was just around the corner.

"Did you do what you were asked to do?" The young voice came again.

"Of course! Of course I...Master." Ponte said. "I've found it, Dark Lord, I've found the Dark Lord! My master...he's not good, not at all..."

The young man was silent for a moment, then looked back at him with narrowed eyes. "Why are you at Hogwarts?"

Ponte felt chills from that look, and he dodged his mouth.

"The Dark Lord asked me to do this..." He rambled on and briefly described what had happened and what had happened since the summer vacation. "Harry Potter found Luke, that big fool, and I knew he couldn't do much...so I've been lurking, looking forward to a certain opportunity..."

"He asked you to use the Portkey to take Harry Potter away? Can Harry Potter bring him back to life?" The young man seemed lost in thought.

"Yes, master." Ponte eagerly took two steps forward. "Come with me, go to the Dark Lord, everything can be solved..."

"Did you mention me to him?"

"Naturally, the Dark Lord is very interested in you..." Ponte said. "Get out of here with me, Master," he repeated. "Go to the Dark Lord and help him resurrect..."

"No." The young man denied him, looked up at the castle and continued. "Can't Apparate here, and I don't have enough time..."

Like a extinguished flame, Ponte collapsed to the ground, like a mouse frozen to death in the snow.

Despair and wind filled the air.

"Someone is coming." The young man raised his head abruptly. He grabbed the white stone lying on his chest. It was scorching hot. The strange thing was that the opponent's position was reflected in his mind through the stone.It appears to be a precious magical artifact.

The young man thought for a moment, then smirked.His luck has always been very good, and he can be redeemed by waiting for the rabbit.

Ponte turned into a bat almost immediately, flapping his wings and landed on the young man's shoulder.

Draco felt that his robes that he had just magically dried were starting to get clammy again, no wonder, it would be silly for him not to stay in the warm auditorium and dance outside to feel the nature now.

But there was an even stupider Gryffindor who fired the vanguard, and Draco scowled and turned up the collar of his gown, clutching the little silver whistle on his chest tightly, it was burning hot in his hand And the position of the other party is also clear in my mind.

The wind swept the cold air across his cheeks, Draco looked at the hazy black lake, where the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the darkness surged like a tide... A clear row of footprints spread from the steps to the row of poplars not far away. behind the tree.

Draco gritted his teeth secretly, no matter what you are pretending to do, Scarhead, I will never let you go!

"Potter?"

Using a magic wand to light up the light, passing through several tall and straight poplar trees, his eyes were fixed on a familiar thin figure.

The snow was in a mess, as if someone had rolled over it, Draco approached the figure with some anxiety, his ears were full of whistling wind.

"Potter?" He shouted again, that's right, it was definitely him, he recognized him even when it turned into ashes, the exquisite dark green dress robe and the familiar thin back, and the exposed white neck, he was too familiar Familiar again.

"What are you doing?" Draco raised his wand forward so he could see better.

The surrounding tree trunks were whitened by his light, as if they had been soaked in water, with a gloomy feeling, but no matter how gloomy it was, it couldn't compare to the moment when the man turned around.

Draco gasped, and staggered back a few steps, almost dropping his wand in his hand.

"Who are you?" Draco's voice trembled.He didn't know what it was like, when a guy you were familiar with and couldn't be more familiar with stood in front of you, but you clearly knew that the person in front of you was not him!

A creepy shudder spread all over his body.

Harry turned around, his scattered black hair was lifted by the wind, revealing his pale forehead, his glasses were pinned to his collar, and a vicious black bat rested on his shoulder...

The cold air poured out from every broken gap, melting into the darkness in an instant.

In Draco's terrified eyes, he showed a completely unfamiliar smile, and his scarlet eyes were full of cold irony.

"Tom Riddle."

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice was as soft as the rustling snow.