HP leap time

The candle was quietly locked on the gray-white hanging table, and the candlelight splashed down from the wall, dyeing the white wall yellow.

A red leather chair, a bed surrounded by gray curtains, and a small wooden table against the wall.This is a humble Slytherin room with no windows.

Draco sat quietly by the bed, the top button of his white shirt was undone, and his silver-green tie and robe were neatly folded aside.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the floor, his eyes extended along the dark pattern...

He didn't remember how many days he had been locked up, and he didn't know what happened outside. He only knew that inspectors would come to perform their duties and interrogate him every morning.

Of course, this is obviously imprisonment, and he deserves it.

He never thought that such a thing would happen to him one day, he was a Malfoy, his family was rich and powerful, and life sometimes felt awkward, but he never thought that one day he would be so helpless.

Sitting here helplessly, in this room hidden under the lake, a cold and damp place, like a corpse buried in the mud.

Lifting his eyes, the breakfast on the wooden table automatically disappeared on the table after cooling down, and only the faint traces of arcs on the table remained.It wasn't until it was gone that Draco realized he had missed his breakfast.

His breakfast was exactly the same as the berry pies and hot milk that the school prepares every morning, but he always couldn't taste it, maybe because the humidity here is too high and the bread is easy to ferment.

A little craving for something sweet, he thought, and some desserts and honey tea appeared on the table.

Draco looked at those things coldly.

Then he got up and threw all the things on the table to the floor. With a crash, the glass instantly shattered into pieces, and the hot tea inside was smoking on the floor.

Draco gasped as he watched the biscuits soaked in the pale gold tea juice, his stomach was sour, but fortunately, those things disappeared on the floor in no time.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, rattling, familiar voice, Draco's heart suddenly tightened, he looked at the empty floor, then sat back on the bed, lowered his head, and returned to his previous appearance.

"I heard that Harry Potter has transferred back to school, Gail." There was a familiar voice outside the door.

"It seems so, are you still on duty here?" Another man's voice came.

"This job is boring enough..." There was a sound of heels rubbing against the steps outside the door. "But just wait for the boy to wake up and explain what happened..."

"Do you think..." The voice suddenly became quieter. "Is the mysterious man really resurrected?"

His heels hit the ground with a crisp sound. "I don't believe it anyway, Gail...no one would believe a boy..."

"No, you know not only that boy, but also Dumbledore, and even Moody... There are a lot of people here... Actually, I even think that Sterling is more inclined to Dumbledore than Fudge... "

"Well, don't guess anymore, this matter is a big mess, maybe the Ministry of Magic will change its blood..."

Draco's heart skipped a beat, Harry turned back to Hogwarts?So he's still alive, isn't he?

he's alive...he's alive...

Joy surged from all parts of the body, flowed through the blood vessels, and poured into the skin, like spring water flowing through every inch of dry land.

He was so close to him, he was at Hogwarts!

Breathing in a hospital bed.

But what followed was a surge of fear, from those haunting memories deep in every nightmare of his...

"Are you afraid of his death?" Those cold red eyes and strange smile flashed frequently in my mind...

Immediately afterwards, Harry's bloody face jumped out of the memory again, tearing and pulling out an unhealed wound in the memory...

Can't tell which one he is most afraid of, each of them can make his hair stand on end.

The former made him terrified, while the latter made him terrified.

He didn't dare to imagine Harry being killed by him, nor did he dare to imagine Harry meeting himself after waking up.

The loneliness and anxiety in his heart suddenly stirred up, as if he could drown all his rationality in an instant.

What can he do?

What could he do...to make himself feel better?

His eyes fell on the candlestick through the humid air, watching the candle flame smoke an ugly brown shadow on the hanging platform.

"What's the situation with that guy inside?" The man outside the door was still chatting, and the topic had already shifted to him.

"A teenager who was instigated by a fugitive to commit a crime." There was a sound of cloth rubbing outside. "His father sued Dumbledore, which is funny, and it turned out that the Aurors actually kept him here..."

"It's impossible to lock into Azkaban anyway..." A burst of laughter came from outside the door.

"Of course it is. In fact, minors who have not really constituted a crime need to be observed carefully for a period of time at most. Of course it is impossible to send them to Azkaban..." The voice paused and became quieter. "The guy inside must be listening... I have to breathe a sigh of relief, the little guy was so scared that he didn't eat well for a few days..."

There was another burst of low laughter.

Draco's body trembled in embarrassment, he bit his lip, raised his head, and began to tie his tie expressionlessly.

Then put on the robe.

There were some random footsteps outside the door.

Draco couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen.

"I have to say how handsome you were when you rolled straight out of bed, Potter." Pansy's voice grew louder as the footsteps approached.

"Actually, I'm glad this is Slytherin's territory." Draco's eyes widened when he heard the familiar voice that frightened him, and he tried to touch his wand, only to realize that it had been put away . "You can firmly keep Sirius and Ron out..."

"Actually, I'm glad I told you this after you were transferred, Harry." The old man's voice was accompanied by another sound of footsteps. "You're more impulsive than I thought."

"Sorry, Professor." The voice sounded again. "But there are some things that cannot be delayed."

Soon, the sound came to the door, and Draco clenched his back molars tightly.

They quickly negotiated with the two people at the door.

Draco looked awkwardly at the wooden table again, hoping there wasn't any bad food there, then straightened his back and looked nervously at the dark keyhole in the door.

The keyhole spun open with a nonsensical whimper.

Draco's back teeth clenched, as if waiting for a trial.

This day has come.

He didn't expect it to be so fast.

What is waiting for him?

How should he explain it?As explained to the Aurors?Instigated by fugitives... Does Harry know what's in his body?

No, no, no matter what, he can't expose that thing...

Because the Ministry of Magic would destroy Harry, completely.

But that thing would destroy him too.

At this moment, the door began to become terrifying, like a black hole that could release fear, and the acid in the stomach immediately began, and the disgusting moisture shook the air.

As the dark gap widened, his heartbeat and breathing became rapid together.

The light from outside the door fell in, mixing with the candlelight.

Draco's pupils froze, and Harry Potter's bandaged face melted into the pale yellow light.

Following those green eyes that suddenly became moist, Draco moved his fingers.

The still picture suddenly broke, and Harry Potter jumped over with his legs sprained three times in two steps, hooked Draco's neck and hugged him firmly.

"I'm back, Draco."

The hot and humid breath flowed along the pinna into the neck, and all the fear had nowhere to hide in an instant.

You're back?

Draco gave him a push, and something flooded his mind, which made him flustered, you almost died!

However, he couldn't push it, and the guy clung to him like a slime.

Draco looked up in astonishment, and Dumbledore smiled at him, his white beard glistening in the candlelight.

"Let me go." Draco said tremblingly.

"Let me go, Potter!" Draco grabbed his hair from behind him.

"I count three..."

"One..." Pan Xi had already turned her back with a smile.

"two……"

Draco started kneeling him.

"three……"

"Mistgrass! I will kill you, I promise..." Draco pinched his waist.

Harry finally let him go, his hands were still hooked around his neck, his eyes were still firmly fixed on him, and the black hair on his forehead hung down on the bandage, making it even blacker.Draco was stunned suddenly, and something in those familiar green eyes flashed a faint light.He could feel that the other party was suppressing something, suppressing his expression or some overflowing emotions.

Draco was silent, he didn't say a word, and Harry didn't say a word.

until Dumbledore smiled. "It's time to settle things, Harry."

"I know." Harry lowered his head, let go of Draco, and sat aside.

"The war is about to begin, Draco."

"What did you say?" Draco looked up at him in astonishment.Dumbledore looked up at Harry deeply.

"I'm going to turn it on and start this war." Harry smiled. "I have the key, the key that started the war."

The smile is so soft and vivid in the candlelight.

"Here." He pointed to his bandaged head. "my memory."

"I'll tell you everything, to everyone who needs to know about it, to everyone who has paid a terrible price, to...everyone who can help me."

He looked up at Dumbledore again, his voice hoarse.

"I can no longer bear everything by myself." The tone of his voice suddenly became uneven.

"I'll tell you everything..." he repeated.