HP leap time

"Master..." Ponte said with a pale face. "We can't cast the Dark Mark here...a boy ran away, the Aurors might use it to find this place..."

Voldemort didn't speak, he continued to look at Harry, who started laughing sarcastically again, it shouldn't have happened, a normal boy wouldn't be able to show that expression under the circumstances.

"You surprised me, Harry Potter." He said, the big black snake slipped out from that corner, it crawled up from Harry's ankle, the cold and wet feeling spread and the big snake The body goes up together.

The big snake entangled him more tightly than a binding spell, Harry's Adam's apple moved and he couldn't help stretching his neck, the snake letter was swallowing dangerously on his neck.

"You are better than your poor father, which easily makes me feel reluctant to kill you..."

"How did you kill me?" said Harry. "We're the same person."

"You are very good at finding opportunities for yourself." Voldemort's hand caressed his face, this time it was very light, but the pain did not diminish at all, and Harry breathed hard.

"So come with me, Harry Potter." Voldemort's cat-like pupils dilated. "I will bring you glory."

Harry was silent, the flames gradually disappeared in the wind, leaving only scattered sparks and dust all over the place.The sky is full of stars, lighting up every inch of the cold wind in the darkness.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the remains of my dead father," he began softly again, "a complete fool, . . . like your dear mother. But they all have their uses, Right? Your mother died protecting you as a child...and I killed my father to see how useful he proved in death..."

Voldemort laughed again.He walked up and down, looking around as he walked, the snake was still tightly wrapped around his body.

"Potter, do you see that house on the hill? My dad used to live there.

He was still pacing, his red eyes looking from grave to grave.

"Listen to me, listen to me relive my family's past..." He said quietly, "You see, I am so sentimental, but my family is in the past, and you..."

"You will be my new family..." The voice echoed in the air, mixed with the viscous smell of smoke.

Voldemort returned to Harry's side, all smiles on his face.

"Bah." Harry smiled maliciously.

"Don't dirty my last name."

The snake on Harry's body slid off him almost immediately.

"Cruel." The spell spit from the wand.

"Ah..." Harry couldn't help growling, he fell headfirst to the ground, and the magic power in his body quickly began to flow, trying to reduce the pain in his body.

But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, he was too tired, his magic power was like a well that was about to run dry, and the cow's hooves had no time to replenish his body.

The bitter taste was just as annoying, Harry struggled on the ground, the wound on his back was re-grinded with blood.

Voldemort withdrew his wand, and Harry fell on the ground gasping for breath, blood dripping from his forehead onto his cheeks, he watched the wand lying not far away from his corner of the eye, it was his phoenix tail feather wand.

"Look at you," Voldemort said, and the Death Eaters behind him laughed. "Embarrassed, ugly, weak, small..."

"Why don't you take a look at yourself?" Harry forced himself up. "How did the Dark Lord fall so low? Look at the idiots behind you... Is that all your strength?"

"Really?" Voldemort's wand was raised again, aiming at him frivolously. "Is that what you think?"

"So you think I can't give you anything?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "I just don't think you have anything."

"Do you think I really dare not kill you? Harry Potter!" Voldemort was finally irritated by him, a red light shot out from his wand, and Harry rolled to one side a few times as expected to avoid the curse , the spell hit his side and splashed a burst of sparks.

Harry jumped up and picked up the wand not far away.

"Whoosh..." A slashing curse shot out from the tip of the Death Eater's staff and sank into his thigh from behind. Harry gasped and fell to his knees staggeringly, blood gurgling as the wound widened. And flow.

Harry cast a few simple protective spells in an instant, and the spell bounced back not far away. He tried to use the healing spell to stop the bleeding, but it had little effect. His magic power did not support him to continue fighting.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort began to yell again.

"Go to hell!" Harry threw a cold green light over. Voldemort and the Death Eaters subconsciously avoided their bodies, but the green light just hit the ground and turned into spots.

That's not a death curse at all!

Voldemort felt he had been fooled!

Harry turned over and leaned tightly behind a stone sculpture. When he was restrained there, he felt a heat in his chest. It was someone testing his position with a whistle!

But these guys are very guarded, and the people who rescued him couldn't find him accurately!

Harry has a lot of thoughts, no matter what he has to survive, he still has a lot of things to do!

Harry tightly held the bead on his chest, it kept shining and hot, Harry could feel that the person holding the whistle was nearby, but his perception was disturbed by something just like the other's perception, There is no way to determine the target!

Hurry up!Harry prayed, he couldn't last much longer.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort's voice came closer. "You surprised me."

"I will give you one last chance to choose between life and death."

Blood trickled down from his forehead, blurring his left eye. Harry tried to raise his hand to wipe it, but found that his arm was shaking as if unconscious.He didn't know what parts of his body were still intact, he only knew that those large and small wounds and exhausted body were draining his vitality uncontrollably, his eyes blurred for a while and then became clear, and his ears were full of clutter breathing and heartbeat.

"Should you obey me or take that extra piece of soul and go to hell together?"

This is an opportunity, the last chance Voldemort left for him. He really wanted to kill himself. He started to regard himself as a threat. This is really interesting. In his last life, he didn't really value himself, but now, he Soliciting yourself.

Obey or die?

But he was going to die, and even if Voldemort didn't kill him, he felt like he wouldn't last long.

obey?

Obey first, and then look for opportunities to resist?

Ah, what a great idea...

Obey, obey, obey... You have fucked up your whole life, do you want to repeat the same mistakes? !

Harry bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the pain woke his head up for a moment.

There seemed to be some images that he was afraid of appearing in front of his eyes again. Those images had appeared in his dreams countless times, tormenting him like a haunted ghost, pinching him and whipping him...

Scenes of bluish-gray pictures turned in my mind, and the tip of my nose seemed to be filled with gunpowder smoke mixed with the smell of fresh blood.

"Who do you hate the most, Draco?"

It was as if a lighthouse was lighting up in the distance, and Harry was struggling in the black current, with only the sound of the wind in his ears.

He remembered, remembered that Voldemort had asked one, too.

What did he answer?

How did he choose?

Harry felt his tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

You are still too weak Harry Potter, because you are weak, so you only have these two choices...

But your life is bought by others with their own lives...

What qualifications do you have to give in! ?

At worst, give him his life back...

me……

I have no right to dirty this life.

He already has the answer in his heart, even if that answer leads him to death...

"You'd better kill me!" Harry lowered his arms and said, letting the bright red slide across his cheeks. "I don't want to live that disgusting life."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Bang!" followed by a blasting spell, and Harry felt himself fly out with the stone sculpture behind him, his limbs fell apart as if unconscious.

Harry closed his eyes and fell into a furry embrace before his consciousness faded.

Hermione was holding on to Ron's arm tightly all the time. She felt that she was going to be swallowed up by despair and tension. Dumbledore and Moody were the first to go, and the remaining members of the Ministry of Magic and Arrogant Luo is the second batch.

The younger students had already been driven back to the castle, leaving only a few professors and senior students who were unwilling to leave, and a small number of students from Brewstrong and Beauxbatons also stayed here.

Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Penrad forcibly took Cedric into the infirmary. The embarrassed blond boy was still standing there stubbornly, guarded by several senior prefects with magic wands.

"If Professor McGonagall wasn't here..." Ron said countless times. "I'll beat him until he doesn't even know his mother."

But no one has anything to say, their warriors are alive and dead, and they stand here helpless.

"Someone took the daisies I put in the lounge," Luna murmured. "Why don't you pick it yourself?"

"I haven't returned the wizard chess I borrowed from Harry..." Neville knelt down and covered his face. "I hate waiting."

No one cares about your flowers, and no one cares about a Christmas gift.

Fleur hugged Gabriel tightly.

Krum turned his head as he was led away by Karkaroff.

The girl he loves grabs someone else's hand.

The heaviness brewed a viscous moisture in the air, which wrapped everyone up tightly, and then let the sadness wander inside.

"Snapped!"

Dumbledore returned to the grass with a man in his arms, his beard stained red with blood.

The crowd flocked in, but the footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Ah!" A girl screamed.

"Harry!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief just now, seeing the lifeless boy covered in blood, her heart jumped again.

"No..." She finally couldn't help crying.

Ron hugged his shoulder with one hand, his face turned pale.

"Oh, Merlin!" Mrs. Penrad rushed over tremblingly, she rushed over and began to tidy up the boy's wound helplessly.

"He's hurt all over..." Mrs. Penrad couldn't help sobbing. "Which insane person would do such a thing to a boy..."

"The second batch of people who went there haven't come back yet. Dumbledore brought Harry back first." Dean didn't dare to get too close for fear of affecting the treatment. "Wish they'd catch those guys! Those goddamn guys..."

"Get out of the way..." Someone next to him pushed him, and Dean staggered away.

The pale blond boy immediately took his place unconsciously, and now no one cared about him, and everyone went to see the boy brought back by Dumbledore.

Draco just stood there watching stupidly, motionless, trying his best to make himself into the background.But he still saw it, and saw a face through a certain gap, a face that looked like a dead man, with half of the blood on his face soaked into his neck.

"To Saint-Germont."

"It must be transferred!"

……

Someone picked Harry up.

Someone was wiping blood from his face.

Is the boy in those hands Harry?Draco took a step back.

What the hell did I do...

what did I do……

No one will tell him.

"Malfoy!" Ron Weasley punched him.

No one will care about them.

Draco felt himself hit the ground, but it didn't hurt at all.

Luna walked past. She stared blankly at the platycodon or other branches that had become bare due to being too tightly grasped. They were ugly as if they had been stepped on.

"I just forgot to take them back to the break room."

"Sorry, Harry." Her voice flitted lightly.

Not far away, a bunch of gray sparrows rose up, singing like insects and falling like rain.