HP leap time

eighteen months later.

Harry looked down from the tower of Hogwarts, across the meadows, the clear water and white doves, and the reddish clouds rolled in from the west end and cast an afterglow.

The white snowy owl landed on him for a moment, then flapped its wings and flew into the earthy wind. It wasn't until it turned into a shadow as small as a leaf that Harry turned his gaze back to the envelope in his hand.

An ordinary brown envelope, and his usual ink, this is an unsigned letter he wrote.

Harry stroked the letter with his fingers, feeling tense in his heart. He raised his head and looked into the distance again. It will be soon, everything will be over soon, as long as this crisis is over...

Only a year had passed since he laid it all out, and the war had officially begun.

In the past year and a half, there was a year of secret preparations and contests, and the Order of the Phoenix and the Auror Department were officially tied together.

They had a second meeting soon after that at Black's ancestral house. Harry roughly discussed what happened after his rebirth and Voldemort's more in-depth explanation, and the wizard who witnessed everything in the Room of Requirement that day They have of course become the core representatives.

Immediately after that was the oath and the binding of various spells. It was regarded as the official establishment of the Ministry of Anti-Magic and the Order of the Phoenix that formally declared war on Voldemort.Of course, some minors were not fully allowed, and Harry took a lot of effort to prevent the Aurors from giving them a forgetful.

But in fact the Ministry of Magic is more stubborn than imagined, and Fudge and his group of Ministry of Magic almost monopolize the entire law.So after a year of difficult civil war, Voldemort finally couldn't bear to attack Azkaban, and a large number of Death Eaters fled, so that the public finally lost all trust in the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge fell, and Stringer became a minister without a doubt, so he directly declared war on Voldemort.

The war started half a year ago.

At the moment the sound was fired, the city was like a ferocious beast waking up from a dream, instantly crushing every wizard's trust and sense of security in peace.

It hung over the wizards like a flood, and the war forced every member of society to choose where they should stay, and the danger level of the neutral was greatly increased.

Except for St. Mungo's and the wizarding forces in the surrounding countries who still have the ability to take a wait-and-see attitude, the dark side and the bright side have almost been clearly distinguished.

But Hogwarts remains open, providing the perfect sanctuary for families and children, and Hogwarts' reserve army is guarded by the Senior Students' Organization DA, which was formally established eighteen months ago. The organization gathered the blood and courage of all young people.

When Harry thinks about it, he feels rare relief, at least he has done a lot, at least Hogwarts is still strong, and he is trusted...

At least, he really changed a lot...

So he doesn't regret exposing everything at all, even if he will miss a lot of doubts, even if he will be out of tune with this world.But he has already clearly understood that he alone cannot save this war. He is like an extra lifeline in the ocean of time, which can be submerged by the tide in an instant. Lighthouse comes easy.

There were footsteps behind him, and Harry turned his head sharply.

The tall boy with long hands and long legs smiled at him, while the thin girl next to her tied her hair up while carefully watching the steps under her feet.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and walked towards him, their faces were smudged yellow by the sunset.

"The DA meeting is over, Harry." Hermione had a faint smile on her face. "Today is really serious, isn't it?"

"Has Professor Snape left?" Harry asked them in a low voice before looking at them after exchanging pleasantries with them.

Since the beginning of the war, Snape, as always, chose to join the dark wizard forces as a spy. Even though Harry tried his best to stop him, he had to admit that Snape's ability could save them more losses.

"It's my choice, and your interference is childish, Potter." Snape's voice echoed in his head.

"It's dangerous!" Harry remembered trying to refute, trying to convince everyone. "There are many more people who know about this first than in the previous life! And this also means that your risk of being discovered is greatly increased!"

"I believe in the ability and sincerity of the adults here, but on the contrary, the students you keep make me feel uneasy." Snape said expressionlessly. "I don't want to explain any more Potter, you couldn't ask for a better one."

Harry hung his head, he couldn't change everything by himself, any more than he could change everyone's minds.

"Wars always have to be paid for, Harry," said Dumbledore with a smile.

But aren't you still there?Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of all time... You still have your Elder Wand Professor, why does everyone still have to pay so much?

"Trust me, Potter." Snape raised his head and looked at him, with rare hostility in his clear pupils. "I know how to protect myself."

Yes, he is so powerful, Snape Severus, no matter in his last life or this life, he is persistent in doing one thing and in his own way to protect everything he wants to protect...

Harry suppressed the panic and disappointment in his heart and nodded, looking at the other's familiar face and feeling dazed for a while.

He could never really get to know him, any more than he could ever really get to know a Slytherin.

"He's already left." Hermione frowned habitually, but her tone was rarely relaxed. "If the upcoming Battle of London ends successfully, Professor Snape can end his mission and return to us..."

The Battle of London will be Voldemort's long-planned counterattack. If the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic successfully resist and counterattack, Voldemort will no longer have the strength to contend.

Of course it will succeed... Harry gritted his teeth secretly, if they still failed after learning about those plots and ambush plans in advance, wouldn't it be a disappointment to Snape's efforts?

"That's right, when Voldemort is defeated, they don't need to stay there to disgust themselves..." Ron shrugged, looking relaxed. "Although I really hate..."

Hermione glared at him, and secretly pinched his waist.

"No need, Hermione." Harry smiled brightly. "Of course I know that Ron doesn't like the professor, I don't need to force him to suffocate in front of me..."

"I really don't understand you boys..." Hermione shook her head and couldn't help but sighed with a smile, her fingers clenched behind her back.

"Have you made it clear on the DA side?" Harry couldn't help but asked again. "The battle for London this time requires perfect security."

"Don't you still believe in Hermione?" Ron stretched and smiled. "Besides, isn't there still a lot of days to prepare?"

Harry shook his head helplessly. "Today is busy enough, and I have to go down again, so...see you in the lounge tonight?"

"Are you going to the owl coop?" Hermione saw the envelope in Harry's hand sharp-eyed, and a strand of her hair tied back fell down around her face. "You're still insisting on writing to Draco, aren't you, Harry."

Harry turned his head and shoved the letter behind him awkwardly, even though it was a silly gesture.

"Well, I didn't reveal anything in the letter." Harry blinked.

"Of course I know." Hermione's brown eyes reflected a pale sunset, and she took a deep breath before speaking slowly. "But this..., Harry."

"You shouldn't have forced him away in the first place." She shook her head and looked at Harry and said seriously.

A flock of white birds flew past behind them, taking away the last trace of reddish glow, and the sky gradually turned yellow.

Harry lowered his eyes, tightly covering the fluctuations in the green pupils.

"I've always known what you were thinking, Hermione," said Harry, looking up at her again. "If I had to choose again, I would do it again."

Hermione was silent for a moment, and she started looking at him that way again, the way she always liked it.

Sadness, helplessness, and loneliness... like the passing autumn sunset, with an infectious aftertaste.

Then add one more sentence.

"You always make your own decisions, Harry, the ones I can't change..."

She no longer looks at him.

"Decide."

But you know, Harry... some people and some things you can never change, some decisions... and the same...

Harry looked at his friends again, and smiled broadly.

"Don't affect your own mood! We have more important things to do, don't we?"

Yeah yeah, more important things, about the war, about Voldemort, you want to kill Voldemort so badly, Harry...

"The appointment time is up, Dumbledore is not here, we have to hurry there... so it's time to go, Hermione..." Ron gave her a hand, and Harry had disappeared around the corner.

Hermione turned around and couldn't help but push him. "You almost slipped your tongue, you know that?"

Seeing his puzzled face, Hermione spoke slowly, word by word just like teaching him the Levitation Charm back then. "It's [he] not [them], you gotta watch your words, Ron."

"That's why you pinched me!?" Ron said in surprise, and managed to get a hostile stare. "Well it was my fault, I'm glad Harry wasn't that careful..."

"You have to know that he just trusts you habitually!"

So thankful for this trust, Ron cast a last hasty glance at the approaching night, and followed Hermione into the depths of the tower.

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Secretly updated a chapter hee hee