HP leap time

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It was a rainy day, a bad day, and George rubbed his red hair and looked out the window at the end of the corridor.They are walking in the corridor now, the left side is full of portraits, the right side is a row of carved windows, the raindrops are hitting the glass windows like popping balls, popping balls are not an interesting thing, just like these raining Clouds, gloomy and gray, meaningless.

He and Fred had been told to meet the principal at the same time, which was no surprise, they always did everything together.But it's a weird thing, isn't it?They didn't do anything during this time, well at least they didn't do anything harmful.

To be honest, this semester is coming to an end, I really hope nothing will happen to make my mother go crazy... George pushed Fred, who was also thinking hard, and another red-haired boy raised his head, like a mirror, George thought .But he could always find something different, it could be a bunch of upturned hair, a streak from the corner of the eye, or a bad habit of the other party, and when he encountered things like zippers Fred would Itchy hands or something... But they always can tell each other clearly, instead of using the boy other than me as an excuse.

Fred looked at him, confused for a moment, so he also pushed him secretly, George smiled and pushed him again...

"I just hope it's not something that would make Mommy freak out..." Fred said.

See, they thought the same thing.

George shrugged, stretched out his hand and gently pinched the soft flesh on the back of each other's necks. Today they were wearing the lighter knitted sweaters their mother knitted for them. He was light yellow with a big red G on it, while Fred The one is brick red with a big F on it.

But in fact, the red one he was wearing today and the light yellow one that Fred wore might be because they often wear each other's clothes, so no one is sure to tell them apart until now.

George's hand was knocked off. With a chuckle, he shook his arm and felt sleepy, so he stretched out his arm again and let out a big yawn.He felt that he was red and festive, so he began to imagine himself turning into a fried red sausage.

Then a hand reached over and ruffled his hair like Harry Potter.

Naturally, they started to frolic, and the quiet atmosphere in the corridor instantly became lively.

"Open Sesame..."

When they looked at each other strangely at the door of the Room of Requirement, the delicate metal door was opened by an invisible hand.

"It's really..." George said.

"Scared..." Fred also said.

The difference in the atmosphere inside and outside the door was too great. The Room of Requirement was a place they were familiar with, but at this moment it had a feeling that they couldn't help but flinch.

Why did Dumbledore ask them to meet here?At the end of this semester, at a time of turmoil in the wizarding world, shortly after Harry's accident...

It was too dark in there.

And... people... too many...

A circular conference table is in the center of the solemn and solemn room. There is a circular groove on the table, and a white jade-like container the size of a washbasin is filled with silver liquid, and the halo dances and rotates around it.

And the table was full of people, standing or sitting but not saying a word, they looked at them in unison.

It's like the attention salute cast by the walkers in hell to the passing ghosts...

No, like interrupting a serious memorial service.

"I think we went the wrong way..." George said dryly.

Fred took a step back, obviously thinking the same as himself.

"You are late!" But Professor McGonagall's voice came clearly from inside. "I don't want to deduct points today, so please sit down."

"Oh."

When they walked into the room, the door behind them slowly closed, and Professor McGonagall immediately stepped forward and began to cast various protective spells.

After getting used to the dim light in the room, they were surprised to find that most of the people on this table were familiar people.

"Dad?" Fred called softly in one direction, and Mr. Weasley immediately put his index finger to his mouth.

"It's unbelievable." George and Fred sat next to Neville, who looked pale and tense.

"I bet it was Harry who initiated it..." Fred lowered his head and whispered in George's ear. "Look, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Cedric and his father, Sirius, Professor Lupine..."

"Don't read them one by one, I have eyes."

"It's full of Aurors sitting across from God, Kingsley, Moody, God..." Fred continued, his voice echoing in the air. "It was Auror Minister Stringer who stood there arguing with Dumbledore? I've only seen him in newspapers..."

Bang bang bang... Professor McGonagall knocked on the table and gave them a stern look. "You're missing something important so you don't know much about what's going on...but I don't want that to be a reason for your indiscipline."

As serious as class, George and Fred looked at each other, shrugged, and said nothing.When Professor McGonagall's attention was drawn to the discussion not far away, George glanced over Neville at their little brother.

Ron looked at his brothers with wide eyes as if he had been punched, looking as pale as Neville.

"This is terrible..." He lowered his voice and leaned over and secretly told George behind Neville's back. "Harry said he came back from the future..."

"Isn't that what the little witch said?"

"I don't know." Ron looked like he was on the verge of tears. "He said he was going to show us something..."

"So everyone believed it?"

"I don't know... Dumbledore is very convinced anyway..." Ron said, shaking his head. "You know no one but Dumbledore can get all these people..."

"The principal may be old..." Fred shook his head.

"I think it's like a secret party... against the Ministry of Magic or something," Neville began, trembling. "I believe you have all read the newspapers. Professor Dumbledore is really organizing something... We were forced to join, and my grandma will kill me..."

George and Fred looked at each other, it seemed that even if they were late, it didn't matter in the slightest. Every student present seemed to be at a loss, except for the few people at the end of the table who were constantly arguing.

"Why were we indirectly invited?" Fred laughed. "Is it because of our newly researched fireworks?"

"Maybe it's an improved version of the bubble egg..." George laughed.

No one can explain them.

"It's really exciting." George leaned lazily on the chair, looking fascinatedly at the white container in the center of the table, where the silver-white light continuously swirled inside, making the extinguished crystal chandelier above his head crystal clear.

After an unknown amount of time, when Fred asked for the third time if he could go out and have some sandwiches, the people standing by the window began to walk back one after another, and then slowly took their seats.

George saw with sharp eyes that Stringer's face was very bad. When he sat down, he pulled his collar severely. He must have been tricked by Dumbledore, just like him and Fred.

No one is so easy to believe a fourteen-year-old boy, and his things about the future.

Like most people, George looked up and finally saw the black-haired boy. After everyone left him, he stood alone by the only window, and the light intertwined from behind him. , and then pulled out a faint shadow.

The raindrops seeped through the gaps in the glass and soaked the dark blue curtain, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of decay.

Harry propped his hands on the table and began to quickly sort out the complicated thoughts in his heart. This was causing a war. His approach was also to forcibly change history on a large scale.But what else can I do?He used to touch the trend of history so cautiously and conscientiously, but in the end he was easily corrected by time.The bamboo basket fetching water was in vain, and all efforts were in vain. If he did not make a choice, he would once again watch disaster befall his important people.

So he couldn't wait any longer.

He will start the official confrontation time, using himself as a bargaining chip.

With the sound of pattering rain behind him, Harry firmly raised his head and looked at every old friend around the table.

Everyone looked up at him, staring nervously or impatiently.

For the first time, Harry felt his own importance so clearly. Apart from the Boy Who Lived label, he really jumped out of the mascot's importance...

"DA, Order of the Phoenix, Auror Department." Harry said, when his voice slowly flowed out of his throat, he felt something frightening and restless escaped from the shadows, his courage was like a sudden awakening in the sea The shoals of fish flocked with fine water patterns with a flick of their tails. "I'm sorry I can't gather everyone..."

Harry looked down at his hand gripping his wand, the knuckles whitened by the light of the Pensieve, and he remembered what Kingsley had said to him in his previous life.

No matter how powerful the enemy you face, Harry, hold your wand tight, hold it tight!

He tightened his grip, but now he was dealing with the past.

He is about to present his naked memories to everyone, all those important to him, those who have paid a heavy price, and those who can help him.

All those despairs, all those nightmares, all those cowardices and tears...and, all the wars and deaths!

He wants to use them to give everyone a reminder, the profound vigilance he bought at the bloody price...

Harry raised his eyes again.

On his left is the person he loves the most, and on his right is his relationship with life and death.

His relatives, friends, professors, and comrades-in-arms are all around him.

They are all alive.

So what difficulties are there that cannot be overcome by oneself?What other inner barriers and memories can hurt yourself?

Harry raised his wand, the magic power surged, and the liquid in the Pensieve surged up like pearls...

"Oh." With George's exclamation next to his ears, Fred raised his head and glanced at the enchanted boy quietly. Broken spots of light danced on his pale face, and strange green eyes appeared in his green eyes. gaze.

The strangeness made him even less interested in George's hair.