HP leap time

The war has lasted for more than half a month.They were attacked a total of ten times, which represented one attack almost every day.

The intensity of each attack will not be very large, as many as 50 people, and as few as 20 people.They all have a common purpose, which is to cause panic and consume the spiritual power of the Order of the Phoenix.

They completed the tasks assigned to them by the Dark Lord very well, planning how to hurt one more person every day.

During this half month, almost everyone no longer feared the Unforgivable Curse, and even Neville learned how to resist the Imperius Curse, and could... face the enemy's heart-breaking attacks without changing his face.

What can be done in half a month?You can practice how to turn a goblet into a flying pigeon covered with white feathers, and you can also successfully learn to make a new kind of potion.If it was Hermione, she might have read and understood a brick-thick "Origin of Magic" in half a month.

But no one thought that they would learn to face death within half a month.

The golden magic circle became thinner, and it might not last long, but no one worried about it anymore.Vaguely, everyone was driven crazy by this stupid battle mode, and they even looked forward to the final confrontation coming soon.

The only consolation was that the first and second graders had been successfully sent away without attracting the Death Eaters' attention at all.The destination was in France, which was still stable, and they were led away by a professor, and they were taken away in several batches through the improved version of the Portkey.

Children are the weakness of Hogwarts, and their departure unknowingly brings relief to the soldiers and encourages a kind of courage that can be burned.

But Harry thought he might never forget, those blue eyes, a fragile little girl who broke down in war.

Before Tanisha left, she was still tightly hugging the white seabird in her hand. The bird looked as if it was dead, its body was motionless, its slender neck was lifted weakly, only its chest was still rising and falling slightly .

Looks like a plush toy.

"I will never come back here again." She murmured, with an expression of indescribable fear and indifference. "never."

Harry felt so sad at that moment that he couldn't look into her eyes again, those beautiful lifeless eyes full of despair.

"Tanesha's parents were Aurors who died in the First War. Hogwarts was a nightmare for her."

Professor Hodge wiped the corner of his eyes and explained to them. "Goodbye, Harry, I'm taking the children away."

If you have not experienced war, you will never know its impact on people.Harry felt deeply at this moment.

Today, the third and fourth graders will also leave.The older the children, the more scruples they have. A large part of them are unwilling to leave, some are unwilling to go so far away, and some are angrily eager to go to the battlefield and protect the place where they grew up.

Thankfully there was no attack today, not even patrolling Death Eaters wandering around frequently.So there is plenty of time to settle and settle student matters.

But Harry knew why, and Draco had told them last night that Voldemort's plan had gone awry, that he had been ambushed by Aurors, and that both had suffered.This is probably the best news in a while.

So today, Voldemort decided to attack Azkaban, which is currently the weakest defense.He even mobilized the defense around Hogwarts.

Harry remembered the look in Draco's eyes when he told them about it, bright and expectant.His father was in Azkaban, and Draco would do everything in his power to save him.

It's a pity that Harry and the others couldn't help him share the joy. After all, no one would be happy when they heard that a large number of Death Eaters were about to be liberated.

For half a month, Draco would come every night, sometimes to deliver the potions they needed, and sometimes to settle down and share the outside information with them.

But he was very tired every day, and there were more or less scars on his body.But thanks to Harry for lending his invisibility cloak, he survived safely until now.

Harry sometimes felt that he was kept in captivity, kept in a transparent golden glass ball, and sometimes he felt like a doll hidden in a castle, waiting for Draco's death every night. Come, and listen to his stories of the day.

He envied Draco's freedom, longed for his arrival, and feared that Draco would get tired of him one day.

Before he knew it, he had gotten used to this kind of waiting, and every day after dinner, he went back to his room and took turns waiting with Hermione.

When night falls, a thin figure covered in silver moonlight will appear on the window sill at some point, and then he will hear a familiar voice

"Hi, Potter."

At this time, a flame will rise in his chest, and this flame will warm up all the fresh blood that passes through it until it flows, spreads over the limbs, and gradually melts the body that has been frozen for a day...

That kind of indescribable joy is his only nostalgia in this war.

It was undeniable that he had come to depend on Draco.

"Harry, are you here?" Hermione knocked on the door outside.

"Come in, Hermione." Harry held a cup of hot coffee and drank slowly.

"You are here." Hermione pushed open the door and walked in.

The aftertaste of dusk filled the room, and Harry sat cross-legged on the cosmos-colored carpet.

She turned around and closed the door and said to him, "Ron went to the Response Room to find you, why did you go back to the bedroom so early?"

"There's nothing to do, is there?" Harry muttered as he took his last sip of coffee.Because he didn't wear glasses, his long black eyelashes were very wet from the water vapor.

Hermione sighed, and the feeling of anxiety disappeared inexplicably in this atmosphere.

"Harry, don't you want to go down and have a look?" Hermione said, "They're all down there. You know, the third and fourth graders are leaving today."

"I know." Harry put down his glass and put on his glasses. "But this time, it will take a long time like last time, and it may be very late. If Draco comes, he will not see us. You know they are going to attack Azkaban today, don't you want to miss the result? ?”

"I won't miss it, we never miss it, you're just avoiding." Hermione said angrily, "But this time it was Professor McGonagall who told you to go down. She said she wanted to see the three of us."

Harry looked up at her, eyes full of helplessness.

"Okay, I'm going down. Hope it's not too bad."

However, it turns out that Harry's words came true.

Professor McGonagall was sitting on the teacher's chair in the office, with his hands crossed.Her gray hair has grown more, but is still tied tightly back.She looked older, but her brown eyes were still clear.

After asking them if they wanted something to drink—Harry and the others said they didn't want anything—she began to tell what she really wanted to ask.

"It's time to tell me? Who are you receiving every day?" Professor McGonagall looked sharply at the pale Harry and the three sighed, "Do you think I'm a fool? I'm old, but it doesn't mean I'm not Think about it."

"Every day you bring what we need, and indirectly tell me the situation outside through various methods. Even the safest way to pass the door key was discovered by Miss Granger herself."

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, who blushed and lowered her head, the professor shook his head and continued

"I hope you can know that many things need someone with more life experience to help you share. Although you are no longer children, in my opinion you are not mature enough."

The three looked at each other, but still didn't say anything.

"Of course, I believe you have good intentions, including the one you concealed." Professor McGonagall opened his eyes and explored their subtle expressions, as if the answer was written on their faces.

"Professor McGonagall... We are very sorry. We still can't reveal his identity because we have to respect his own decision." Hermione hesitated for a long time before speaking.

Ron looked at her, bit his lower lip and made a troubled expression.

"He won't let us talk," muttered Ron.

Professor McGonagall looked at them and thought for a moment.

"I hope you don't mind letting me guess. First, you're talking about 'he', and it turns out to be a male. Let me think about being able to walk between Hogwarts and Death Eaters. Either superpowers, or Yes..." McGonagall looked up to meet Harry's eyes. "Is he a Death Eater?"

"He's not!" Harry hastily defended, watching the professor raise his head and look at him sharply, the inexplicable arrogance slowly subsided. "Well, not really."

No one spoke anymore, and the silence became very difficult, when Harry almost wanted to take a deep breath to calm his heartbeat.

McGonagall finally spoke.

"I think I know who it is, but I'm surprised it's him..." She said plainly, "Go and do what you're supposed to do, like meet the kids who are leaving, they Will want to see you guys, don't let them down."

"Okay, Professor." Harry replied sullenly.

Then they pulled away with Ron.

"Merlin! I dare say that Professor McGonagall must have guessed who it is!" Ron rolled his eyes and said, "As Hogwarts' protection object, he betrayed the school and became a Death Eater. He is the only one!"

"I can't imagine now how George would laugh at me if he knew that I went to meet Malfoy every night!" Ron took a deep breath, as if he had been greatly shocked.

"Maybe thinking dear little Ronnie isn't cute anymore," Harry said with a smile.

"If you have to say that, you not only had a private meeting with him, but even slept in the same room as him." Hermione couldn't help laughing too. "You still hope George won't know."

"You've changed, Hermione!" Ron said in disbelief. "But Harry slept with him in bed!"

"Ahem." Harry was frightened and retorted with a blushing face, "That's because there is really nowhere to sleep, but we almost never touch each other!"

"It's easier, isn't it?" Hermione said, taking Ron's hand, and Ron smiled a little too.

"Maybe I don't have to rack my brains to find all kinds of reasons to explain the source of the potion and the news!" Harry said, his eyes full of smiles. "Imagine telling Draco the news tonight..."

Ron put on a complex expression of shock and disgust very cooperatively, and followed Draco's example of raising his head, lowering his eyes, and pretending to drag his tone and say:

"Look what I said, how could I want you brainless Gryffindors to keep a secret."

"Professor McGonagall is too smart, and there's nothing we can do about it!" Harry retorted with feigned embarrassment.

"Shut up! Saint Potter, you will never admit your mistake!" Ron made a blast sound forcefully.

"Hahahahaha!" Hermione almost burst out laughing. "Please don't continue..."