HP leap time

Cedric fell headlong into the grass, still holding the cold trophy tightly in his hand, his body was shaking on the ground, covered with large and small bruises and scars, which were marks from being smashed by stones.He was panting heavily on the ground, feeling his body was light, but his head was heavy and chaotic.

The ears were full of screams and enthusiastic cheers, and the applause came like a tide.

"It seems that the champion of the Tournament has come out!" Some of the referees and members of the Ministry of Magic led by Ludo came to the competition venue first.

"It's Hogwarts!" someone screamed.

"Looks like Cedric!"

"Cedric!" Another burst of cheers.

"Crack!" Krum disapparated from the maze with a cold face, and Karkaroff immediately showed an expression of extreme disappointment.

"It's impossible, it's impossible..." Karkaroff murmured.

"Harry hasn't come out yet." Hermione asked worriedly, and slowly got down from the auditorium along the crowd. "Fleur left halfway, and Krum also came out. Harry didn't seem to know that the game was over."

"I bet Cedric was just lucky..." Ron looked up in frustration, and he looked up at his brothers.

"I feel like my body has been hollowed out, George..." Fred and George seemed a little incapable of accepting the fact.

Cedric got up from the ground, rubbed his eyes fiercely, his vision blurred for a while and became clear again, he felt sour when he saw the familiar crowd rushing in.

But soon, he knew what he was going to do!

Harry, Harry!

Harry didn't make it back in time!

He threw away the trophy and yelled at the people, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Harry...Harry didn't come back! He's in danger now!"

The noise in his ear drowned his voice like a tide.

Someone started taking pictures of him, and Ludo was ready to give the closing speech.

No one paid him any attention, and even thought he was just ecstatic.

Cedric angrily pushed Ludo away amid the astonished shouts of the crowd, snatched the enchanted wand from the other party, and he stabbed it hard into his jaw.

"Harry..." His voice was amplified, his voice sharpened by anger.

"Harry is in danger now!" the voice echoed across the Quidditch pitch.

"You have to save him!"

"Professor! Professor Dumbledore!" The crowd fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at the panic-stricken, nearly collapsed big boy in horror. "It's a portkey! It's taking us to a place of horror!"

"Harry is hurt!"

He didn't know what spell Harry was under, but he remembered that look, that gray look of shock, as if it had lost all life, like the rotting tree.

"He's going to die!" Almost yelling with all his strength, he slumped on the ground, his eyes wet.

"Crack." The metal pocket watch in Draco's hand fell on the steps, making a harsh sound.

"Is he crazy?" Ron looked at the big boy on the grass in disbelief. Dumbledore and the other professors rushed to Cedric's side through the crowd. Starting to maintain order, Hermione and Ron struggled and ran down.

"Don't get excited, Cedric." Dumbledore supported his body. "Just to be clear, what happened inside?"

Snape immediately crouched down to examine the trophy.

"I don't know where we've been..." Cedric said tremblingly. "It was a portkey... Harry and I grabbed it together."

"It brings us to a place..."

"And then? Cedric." Professor McGonagall's face was pale, and her wand was tightly held in her hand, as if she was going to rescue her students at any moment. "What kind of place is that!?"

Ron and Hermione emerged from the crowd, and Hermione whimpered and grabbed Ron's arm tightly.

"I'm not sure..." Cedric shook his head frantically. "Someone attacked us with the Unforgivable Curse..."

"Merlin..." Someone gasped.

"Harry saved me...they're still attacking us...we're hiding..."

"I can't see anything clearly, there are stone carvings... I don't know... I don't know..."

"Don't get excited about Cedric, Professor Snape has already started checking the Portkey, and he will find the location soon!"

"Calm down, calm down and speak slowly..."

"No!" Cedric yelled. "Harry was cursed! He didn't make it back in time! He was cursed!"

"There's no time!" He covered his face in frustration. "He saved me...I...I left him there..."

"Severus?" Dumbledore turned his head sharply, his fingers trembling.

"It will take time, I can't help it..." Snape moved away, revealing the trophy lying there.

The delicate trophies glowing blue and purple just lay there, dyeing the surrounding grass blades white.

"Oh!" Hermione's scream broke the silence.

Everyone looked up at her.

The girl's face was extremely pale, and she raised her finger, pointing tremblingly at the trophy.

"That thing..." she began. "The whistle."

No one would notice so clearly, the silver decoration almost blended with the trophy.

"That's Draco Malfoy's." Her voice cracked.

The professors and the Ministry of Magic looked at Dumbledore almost at the same time, a student of Hogwarts?

Draco Malfoy?

Everyone turned around and searched among the crowd.

The students and teachers slowly stepped aside, and with the blond boy as the center, everyone backed away.

"Draco?" Blaise looked at the person next to him in disbelief, and he shook his head. "To be honest, I'm quite shocked..."

Pansy gave Draco a complicated look, she pulled Blaise, and Blaise fell silent.

The blond boy's face was extremely pale, his eyes dodged, and he stood there helplessly, being whipped by everyone's eyes over and over again.

"Draco?" Dumbledore looked a lot older, and he still held Cedric's sleeve tightly without any signs of loosening, as if he was afraid that his student would disappear before his eyes again.

"No..." Draco took a step back, fear surfaced, and he struggled to speak after taking a few hard breaths. "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything... none of my business..."

"You coward, you're a bastard who dares to do something!" Ron said angrily. "Harry has an accident! Don't you try to save him?!"

Moody grabbed his shoulder and kept Ron from rushing out to punch him.

"You're a bloody Death Eater!" Ron continued to curse.

"No!" Draco shook his head persistently. "He'll be all right, he'll be all right."

He pointed at Cedric again. "The fool is lying."

The Dark Lord had promised him, the Dark Lord had said it would be all right...

Are you afraid of his death?The Dark Lord had said.As long as you do what I say, he will come back safely.

I promise you, Draco, the Dark Lord never lies to his loyal subjects.

The Dark Lord said it would be all right...

He's in Harry's body, he's just looking for a chance to get out of Harry's body...he won't hurt him...

He will not……

Absolutely not!

"It seems that I have to do something to the students, Malfoy." Moody walked towards him angrily with his feet sprained, and looked at Draco with a ferocious face.

"Moody!" Snape called.

Moody still grabbed Draco by the collar, and he poked Draco's cheek viciously with his wand.

"I'll give you one last chance, kid." He said, his magic eyes rolling in their sockets. "Tell me the location!"

Draco closed his eyes tightly, everyone was releasing malice towards him, whether it was eyes or words, he felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by sin.This is the first time he has experienced the feeling of being pointed out by thousands of people. He really didn't expect... didn't expect it to become like this...

Why is this happening?

"Do you want to squat in Azkaban for the rest of your life!?" Moody said threateningly, his eyes seemed to tear him to pieces.

"I said... I said..." Draco compromised, his timidity overcame his courage, his eyelashes were wet with tears, and he slowly opened his mouth unwillingly. "That whistle, blow that whistle...you will know..."

Dumbledore grabbed the whistle that Snape handed over and blew it carefully, his eyes lit up sharply.

"Moody!" He finally let go of Cedric's ruined sleeves and said seriously and nervously to Professor Moody. "We have to go together!"

Harry opened his eyes again, the pain in his head grew proportional to the acidity in his body, he felt that he was firmly bound to the stone sculpture, and the wound on his arm was still bleeding.

Ah, Harry couldn't help sighing inwardly, it was too late.

In front of him was Voldemort who had just been reborn, still the same as in the previous life.

She looks like a snake spirit, with a pale and bluish complexion, scarlet pupils, bald head, no nose... a black robe wraps her whole body.

"Harry Potter?" came the voice with surprise and malice.

The sound is still the same ugly.

Voldemort stood in front of him with his wand, sweeping him from head to tail with his deep eyes.

"Isn't he?" he asked.

Harry knew who he was talking about, and Voldemort wanted to see the thing inside him.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Harry grinned. "Ugly."

To be honest, if Voldemort and Tom met at the same time, the scene would be a joke, you look at me and I look at you, will you be smart?

"Do you know where you are now?" Voldemort brushed his forehead hair away with his hand, and then pressed it on his forehead.

Severe pain swept through his body instantly, and Harry couldn't help crying out.

damn it!

Voldemort let go of his hand with a smile, and Harry, panting profusely with sweat, gave him a vicious look.

Fortunately, the potion in his body is still controlling the gap between his soul and body... Otherwise, he would have no power to resist...

"Master." A Death Eater with a mask came running over, he leaned over and said. "There are many magic spells cast here, no one can Apparate here, and it is not easy to be easily found..."

"It's time to call my old friends..." Voldemort said happily, opening his mouth. "You're doing well, Goyle."

Goyle's father?Harry looked at the three Death Eaters in front of him, Ponter, Crabbe and Goyle... He knew Ponte, but how did he find Goyle and Crabbe?

Gore, Crabbe...

A person suddenly came to mind!

Lucius Malfoy!

Yes, that's right, why didn't he think of it?Draco would definitely tell his dad...his dad would not burn the flames and would look for a way out based on the situation, so it would be best to indirectly instruct Goyle and Crabbe to try it out first.

If the Dark Lord is really reborn...he will stand in line immediately without hesitation!

Harry bit his lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the pain surging in his heart.

Draco...

Why……

Why don't you say anything?