HP leap time

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Sadly, Harry realizes that some things can only bring harm. He originally thought that death would bring more impact and reflection, but on the contrary, the pain and pressure it brings is even greater, far exceeding the original shock.

Cedric's death, Sirius' death, Dumbledore's death... just like Dumbledore said, just an old man died, yes just an old man, just an old man!Why is everyone starting to care?Just like my former self... Struggling in the war like a dying fish, with no armor and only weakness... There were so many people who gave their lives in the war, what he knew, what he didn't know, so many !Who can lose the courage to continue because of?Who can feel hopeless and powerless because of?

Looking at the already unstable crowd, Harry felt uncomfortable for a while, and was immediately replaced by self-protective irritability.

"If you feel that you can't control your actions or emotions." Harry raised his eyes and looked at himself who was kneeling beside him. He still remembered how impulsively he hated Snape at that time, and how much he had fear of...

He parted his mouth slightly, and his tone became eccentric. "Then please, don't hide your cowardice with hostility towards others... because you can't contribute anything to this war."

These words are very serious and aggressive. Most of the people present are several times his age on average. No one would like to hear this. Snape raised his head in surprise and looked at the green-eyed man through a few illusory figures. Boy, he's changed a lot, whether it's from the Harry Potter he remembers or from a year ago, he's not the same.He looked more Slytherin than Gryffindor now.But he is a Gryffindor, Snape thought silently, he will always be a Gryffindor in his heart, with the same virtues as his father, ego, stubbornness, impulsiveness, brushing away the layer of hypocrisy on the surface, Snape looked at those vaguely familiar eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, and the scorching hot water flowing underneath was still hot from his scorching heart.

You don't need to incur hatred for yourself, Harry Potter, and you don't need to protect anyone, because no one will care about you.

The plot in the screen began to continue to change in the short-term tension, and sharp-eyed people noticed that the screen began to become more like an illustration in a story than a flowing plot.

"You don't have to take Harry for that..." Sirius said wearily. "All you need is the facts... No one can calm down in a complicated mystery."

"This is just the beginning, right? Harry." Kingsley spoke immediately afterward. "I believe you have your own grip, it's a wonderful thing, isn't it? Be strong boy, let us help you share it all, you didn't mean to hurt anyone, no one blamed you, and you don't have to deliberately take sides Whoever, dead or alive."

"You just need to review what you see, what you remember, and the facts that are useful to this threat hidden in the black mist... and think of it as a simple thing."

simple thing?But how to face it simply?

"Will you resist?" Harry frowned. "Will you do your best? After knowing everything."

"Why not?" Sirius grinned at him, baring his teeth. "I've fucking died once."

"Then can you continue to trust me, Godfather." Harry's voice trembled. "Do you believe what you see? Are you afraid of it?"

"Don't be nervous kid." Moody cleared his throat. "We didn't want to eat you."

"I have no reason to be afraid." Sirius raised his head. "Because I still want to protect you."

"Even if..." he continued, speaking suddenly so fast that Harry couldn't help feeling nervous. "Even if you seem to be better than me now...you know it doesn't affect me, no matter I'm older than you, you still have to listen to me."

"Excuse me, can I give you a spoiler first? Harry, am I dead?" Lupine also stretched out his head and smiled and shook his hand gently at Harry. Sirius slapped his chest hard with his elbow. .

Harry shrugged, his eyes drooped, and his expression darkened again.

"Uh." The atmosphere seemed to have dropped to freezing point again, and Mag glanced to the side angrily.

"So it's a death club?" George raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"I finally know why I'm here..." Neville seemed to have swallowed a bowl of dung balls, his fingers tangled together, his brow furrowed. "Because I could easily die in a war..."

"Merlin's beard..." Ron watched helplessly as his brothers started arguing about various ways to die. "I really can't imagine what it would be like to die..."

Harry looked at the people here a little blankly, and they became noisy again, chatting with their own gentle efforts to overcome fear after he said that.

They seem to be familiar again, voices, expressions, movements, it seems that slowly, slowly, memory and reality are gradually overlapping, the cheerful headmaster with his chin propped up, the dark-faced Snape, and There was Draco whispering in his ear why on earth I was in the same room with such a group of guys...

No one rejects your identity, no one, they don't seem to care about what you were like before, what stupid things you did, no one cares that you are cowardly like a fool...

Harry looked at himself in memory, he seemed to come alive again in the picture, with black hair, green glasses, white skin and pale lips, they seemed to be looking at each other, looking at each other across time...

History flows behind it, brilliant like a river of stars.

Harry Potter, you have always been there.

I am always here.

"Harry." Hermione clenched his hand tightly, the pictures overlapped, warmth spread from the palm to the whole body. "I'm touched that Ron and I are always by your side..."

"Glad you trusted us till now," she continued.

"Go ahead, Harry," said Dumbledore, winking at Fred. "I think someone here can't wait to have dinner..."

"Call me a starving ghost." Fred immediately slumped on the stool with a face of pain.

Harry sighed, not everyone has to pretend to be watching a drama to comfort me, okay?Even though it worked really well, Harry had to admit he felt better.

He swung his wand again, and the picture began to change.

"Professor Snape as a spy..." Harry spoke naturally.The Hogwarts in the picture basically has no familiar places at all. Everyone watched carefully and was shocked by Harry's words. "Dumbledore's death was planned by himself..."

Harry began to narrate carefully, matching the pictures, and he began to try his best to let everyone understand what happened more clearly, instead of relying on some incoherent pictures.

"Horcruxes..." Harry's wand flipped. "Ring." In the picture, Dumbledore put the broken ring next to the black diary at dusk. "Tom's diary."

"A madman." Harry sneered. "Voldemort spent all his luck to make these things, turning himself into a ridiculous Horcrux..."

"Then it's treasure hunt time."

The picture began to gradually jump in different places. The Gryffindor trio kept appearing on the icy peaks or the endless seaside, riding a fire dragon to steal the Horcrux from Gringotts, and Ron chopped down beside the glacier Locket...

"Oh..." Ron triumphantly elbowed Hermione.

Harry appropriately subtracted all the fragments of memories of Ron and Hermione. In the future, sometimes he needs to let nature take its course, just like he will appropriately subtract certain faces and blur some places. He is trying his best not to reveal Privacy and future relationships also tie the plot together.

This is really complicated and really tests his ability.

"The war has begun." Harry quickly flipped through the plot.

"Haven't I been born in the last life, Potter?" Draco finally couldn't hold back, he whispered in Harry's ear, and since then he showed a handsome face when Dumbledore died Face.

"I'm sorry, dear." Harry said guiltily, and subconsciously remembered the bloody appearance of him being knocked down by himself in the girls' bathroom. He did seal up all the memories of Draco in his mind, he really I don't want to share at all. "You are just too well protected by your parents..."

When seeing Snape die, the scene suddenly disappeared for a short period of time, and everyone was silent. When he could see again, Harry closed the glass bottle full of memories, his hands were full of scarlet blood .

"Sorry," Harry said.

Snape didn't know what he was apologizing for, his death or the memories, but he was glad he was dead, in the war.He couldn't say why, but he just felt that his mission was over, so there was nothing wrong with his life ending with it.

But just like before, everyone looked at the deceased habitually, with pity and apologetic eyes, Snape frowned, Harry in the picture had returned to Hogwarts.

"Potter," he said suddenly.

Harry looked up at his professor in surprise.

"I know what you want to prove next." He shook his head. "I don't want you to make this decision."

"Sorry." Apologizing again, he just wanted to apologize.Harry instantly understood what the other party meant, he really wanted to use Snape's memory to further whitewash him, and try his best to prove it.

But Snape was unwilling, he didn't care about other people's opinions, he just subconsciously wanted to keep his own things, just like his selfish clipping of memory, he didn't want to share his important things.

Snape watched him silently, his black hair falling down to cover the side of his face.

They didn't talk anymore, everyone was attracted by the big battle, and the atmosphere became heavy again involuntarily.

They watched the overwhelming spells fall on the protective cover of Hogwarts, and watched the thrilling war... At this time, the god of death is like a harvester harvesting life with his hands and hands, proudly Luo's, student's, professor's...

Bloody battlefield!

"Merlin." Professor McGonagall covered his mouth. "Are you really alone looking for him, Harry."

Harry nodded.

As soon as the picture turned, Voldemort's wand was raised and aimed at the boy standing there, the green light sank into his chest, and the picture went black.

"Does it end here?" someone murmured. "You went back in time."

"No." Harry said slowly and quietly.

"This is just the beginning."

Draco sat there watching silently, but his heart seemed to fall again and again. This bastard almost erased all the memories about him, whether it was on the battlefield or in school, he disappeared like a human being. Why should he Intentionally concealing?There are no more than two situations, either he has done all kinds of bad things, or he is subconsciously rejecting his past self... As far as his attitude is concerned, the former is somewhat unreasonable, while the latter... Draco can't imagine.

This is not fair.

It's not fair to myself.

But he sat here and couldn't do anything.Draco clenched his fists, after all he was too weak.

Is there no choice because I have no ability?

"This is just the beginning." Harry's voice came.

"I wasn't hit," Harry lied, hiding the Soul Slice inside him. "Narcisha concealed my death and I was rescued back to school."

The picture keeps changing in depression.

During Voldemort's dormancy, Hogwarts opened the protective shield of the Big Four.

Then comes the most difficult period, which is to face death directly.

They were heartbroken as they watched Mrs. Pontrad shuttle among the wounded, but there were still more bloody patients being lifted up, the cries of children, the gasps of dying people...

All eyes were on George when they saw the Weasleys weeping around the boy.

But it was Fred, George knew, he could tell at a glance that the lifeless boy lying on the ground was Fred.

Suddenly, something seemed to be pulled out of my heart. For the first time, I realized clearly that they could be separated. Even just now, they were still talking about death...

But why is everyone looking at him with the same eyes he used just now, the kind of eyes he used subconsciously, that's Fred, it's Fred, see the F on his clothes?See the blood and dirt on him?The F covered by those dirty things is clearly so clear...

George turned to look at Fred, and found that he was just staring blankly at the surrounded self.

"I'm the one who died." He whispered to George.

I know.George doesn't speak, he finally realizes why he's in the spotlight, because he's wearing Fred's clothes.

The big F on the stomach is so obvious and clear against the brick red background.

Look, we're still not separated.

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The author has something to say:

I know I'm talking nonsense, but I'm too tired, I can't hold on anymore... I guess there is still one chapter to complete the regret... Good night, little angels