HP leap time

A stream of crystalline liquid was drawn from Harry's temple, and quickly merged into the floating light of the Pensieve.

Everyone's eyes reflected the rising clear water droplets, which swirled in the air until Dumbledore waved his wand, and the water droplets instantly changed the entire space like reshaping the picture.

"Welcome everyone here." Harry's voice came from behind.

Everyone turned their heads subconsciously, the night was wild, and the candlelight was flickering in the distance.They are still sitting in the same place, but the conference table in front of them has disappeared before their eyes, not only the conference table, but this room, even Hogwarts... They seem to have arrived in a place far away from the castle, even the distant mountains surrounding the castle. Can't see it.

"I know this place..." Cedric exclaimed, and Moody on the opposite side quickly frowned and tightened his body, his magic eyes rolled around in his eye sockets.

"The place where Voldemort was resurrected during the Triwizard Tournament." Harry's voice sounded.

Neville whimpered in horror.

"It's just a projection, you're still sitting at the table, silly boy." Professor McGonagall's voice was surprisingly gentle.

They were indeed staying in the Room of Requirement, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window, even though the window had been replaced by a piece of barrenness and a stone sculpture of an angel on the barrenness.

"coming."

Everyone's attention was quickly drawn to it. Harry and Cedric, who were wearing the warrior suits of the Tournament, grabbed the trophy and fell to a poplar tree. They fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the trophy rolled away into the distance.

Is this what they experienced that night?Draco clenched his fingers, and noticed sharply that the whistle was missing from the blue trophy.

The leaves and ashes that were blown by the wind moved across the cemetery. They watched the two teenagers stand there blankly looking around. The scorched leaves were still hanging on the back of Harry's head.

run!Everyone faintly thought, but the thing has already happened, they all know the ending, this is just a damn replay, but they still can't help being nervous, like they are staying in the warm room now, but it seems I can still feel the cold wind pouring into the nostrils with the dust and the cold smell of the cemetery, which is suffocating.

Powerless, yet unwilling to wait for things to happen.

Fortunately, the children survived, which may be the only consolation.

"Back to the Portkey..." they heard Harry's voice trembling. "Let's go to the Portkey, Cedric."

The Harry Potter of memory, not the Harry standing motionless at the end of the table like a statue.

Everyone can clearly distinguish the voice in memory and reality, but no one can explain the difference.

Following [Harry's] panicked eyes, a few people appeared in the darkness, walking indistinctly from under the shadow of the tree.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice sounded like a snake letter from a distance—everyone couldn't help but tighten their bodies.

"Kill whoever gets in the way, Wormtail."

The plot is wrong, Cedric's eyes widened in horror, the plot is wrong, this is not what happened to them that day!He didn't see the mysterious person at all that day!

Then, he saw his memory draw his wand.

Then a green light passed by, and Sen Han's breath submerged into his chest.

Like the tree, the tree that got hit, Cedric felt his father gasp and grip his arm.

"Ah!" Hermione couldn't help screaming, and almost everyone gasped.

Cedric... dead?

The boy fell to the ground and rolled over a few times, like a leaf being rolled to the ground.His face turned blue, and he lost all vitality.

"How is this going?"

"I explained..." Harry said, looking at Stringer. "I'm from another timeline, I'm back in time."

"And these are the memories of my previous life."

"What have you changed?" Mr. Diggory squeezed Cedric's hand, and he shook his head. "You saved him..."

"I'll tell you when it's over, and there are others..." Harry said dryly. "There is still a long time, isn't it, as long as you believe in me... everything is not a secret..."

No one asked any more, they were all shocked by Voldemort's appearance.

"Merlin." George sighed. "Is the mysterious man really resurrected?"

As soon as the screen changed, Voldemort, who had been resurrected, had begun to release the Dark Mark.

"I will choose to show you the progress of history..." Harry said, he quietly watched Voldemort and his Death Eaters laughing at himself tied to the stone sculpture, the picture changed accordingly, this time By then Harry had returned to school with Cedric.

No one said anything, and everyone watched the injured boy twitching and crying on the steps, clutching a dead man tightly in his hands.

This is what a child should do, isn't it?And the boy standing not far away, Harry Potter, looked at his former self indifferently, the wand in his hand was spinning, and the halo of magic power spread in the air.

"Fake Moody, little Crouch," Harry said.

The scene returned to the interior, in Moody's office, Snape poured the veritaserum into the hands of the little Crouch who had changed back to his original form.

The next scene was played in silence, Harry didn't speak again, and didn't ask, everyone was watching intently, lest they miss a single detail.

But in fact, Harry has a lot of personal things that he didn’t disclose, some about fate, some about hurt, some about love... He just turned his memory into a documentary as much as possible, a documentary that reproduces history .

They saw that Dumbledore was gradually weakened by the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts was gradually losing its freedom, they saw Umbridge turning the school into a strange prison, they saw the hasty meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, and they saw the establishment of DA and practice again and again...

"I don't want my students to become like this... They won't laugh in the hallway, play around, run up and down the stairs, and talk secretly in class..." McGonagall The professor's eyes were already wet. In her sight, Umbridge broke the door of the Room of Requirement by pulling Cho's hair. "I'm standing there, I see myself, standing there, I can't do anything..."

Ron looked at Professor McGonagall and watched her rub her cuff against the corner of her eye.

That's what you said, Professor, so the points for me and Harry talking in class are deducted by ghosts?My brothers are looking at you, you know what they are, they will laugh at you.

Ron turned his head to look at his brothers. They didn't smile, but just sat there upright. They had never been so serious. His brothers seemed to be listening to the class seriously.But how is it possible!They must be happy, he promised.

Ron felt like he was going to make himself laugh, but he couldn't, no one was laughing here.

Everyone is watching, feeling, as if they were there.

This is ridiculous, Ron's hand is still on the invisible table, and now it is changing rapidly, sometimes becoming a long table full of hot water and pies at the Order of the Phoenix meeting, and sometimes turning into a fireplace with Ashes of Mars...

But it was his buddy's memory, and it was his buddy's deepest secret, the one he'd always wanted to know.

But now he didn't want to know at all.No reason, it's just that it makes him feel strange and scary, it's too heavy, and he doesn't want to resist it at all.

When he saw that Sirius was hit by the Death Curse and fell into the curtain and disappeared, Harry grabbed Draco's hand on the table tightly, as if he could grab the hand that disappeared into the air like hands.

Everyone looked at Sirius, with pity and indistinct emotion, as they had looked at Cedric in the first place.

Seeing what he was doing with those dead eyes, as if he was going to disappear with it.It was the first time that Sirius felt so bewildered. He raised his head and looked at Harry, but was sad to find that the other party's eyes were also bewildered.

This is really bad, he really hates this... He is living a good life, no one likes to get inexplicable pity.

The dark-haired boy in the picture was still crying in Lupin's hand, like a fool who lost his mind, Harry's fingers trembled, and the tortured picture finally began to change.

Draco felt his hand loosen, and silently withdrew the painful hand that was held.He sat quietly by the side without saying a word, not many people here could accept his existence, sitting here and sharing the secret of the savior with everyone...but so what?He's still sitting here, in a position of importance, even though he's a Slytherin, even though his father was there when Voldemort summoned him, even though his existence was questioned more than once...

He was still here, held tightly by Harry Potter, sitting in an important position...

Draco gritted his teeth tightly, stiffened his back, didn't cover his mouth like Granger did, and didn't look around like Weasley, he just stayed motionless, like a statue.

Looking at the memory of Harry's previous life, he was engrossed and devoted.

Even in those memories.

without him.

But at least he can guarantee that he can pass a hand that is not soaked in cold sweat.

Facts have proved that the calm is only short-lived after all.

"Please..." [Dumbledore] said wearily to Snape, with the stars behind him like a sea, and the wind and waves surging.

Bella laughed and pressed [Draco] on the shoulder.

"Avada Kedavra." [Snape]'s death curse shot out from the tip of the staff and hit Dumbledore. As the magic power with the curse completely submerged, Dumbledore was pushed down by the huge impact tower……

"No!" Someone finally couldn't hold back.

"Harry!"

"That must be explained!" Sirius stood up.

"Dumbledore is dead?"

"The two of them sit here, Harry Potter." Someone drew a wand and pointed it at Draco.

"I told you!" Harry put a hand on Draco's stiff shoulder. "I'll explain everything!"

"You all sit down! I don't want to repeat myself, Sirius! Please calm down..."

"It's just an image!" Hermione screamed. "Everyone, stop arguing!"

Dumbledore took out his wand, and the continuous projection stopped abruptly, and the picture stayed on the image of Harry falling beside the white-bearded old man.

The students gathered together, and the light on the wand was brighter than the stars.

Dumbledore looked at his other self sadly, the crystal-clear liquid floating in the air almost merged with those light spots.

"What's there to argue about? Dear friends." He looked back around, the light spots in the space reflected on every face, and he turned back to look at himself lying on the ground. "It's just that an old man died."

"You're looking at war, war," he repeated. "War is never a comedy."

"He finally admits he's old." George didn't smile.

"It's been a lot of fun," Fred said.