HP leap time

When the last ray of sunset light faded from the end of the distant mountain, the gradually darker blue-gray began to smudge the air bit by bit, the gray-blue turned into dark blue, and then covered by ink...

It's the beginning of another night.

Harry snuffed out the candle in the lantern, and walked alone through the dark corridor, which was very high, neither near the dormitory nor the classroom, and basically no one would choose this strange corridor except Filch's cat Go to the principal's office.

Yes, the principal's office, and a corridor to pass through.

Harry tapped the small wooden door in front of him three times with his wand, and a spider fell from the broken spider web, and it hopped its legs and slipped into the darkness along the crack of the lighted door.

The door opened, and Harry slipped in against the light and dropped to the familiar floor.The portrait behind him was closed again, and the yellow, brown, and green colors began to swirl and smudge on the drawing paper.

"Good evening, Harry." Dumbledore smiled at him from behind his desk, his white beard gleaming in the light of the candles.

"Hello, Professor." Harry pulled out a chair and sat down, facing Snape.

"Drink your potion, Potter," Snape whispered, handing Harry a vial with his wand, and adding. "The effect should no longer be strong."

Harry swallowed it in one gulp, and the bitter liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, causing a spasm in his stomach.

After the side effects of the medicine had passed, he skillfully drew a small knife from his waist and cut it on his fingertips.

The familiar pain spread from the fingertips, accompanied by a piercing pain. Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, and the pain began to double, and the familiar mental tingling began to become stronger.

The body is deteriorating at a visible speed, and the potion is completely useless to him.Harry felt weak for a while, the effect of the potion could only be used to numb the pain, but could not prevent the soul from becoming fragile under the damage or the consumption of the crack... and the effect of the potion was also weakening in inertia.He didn't dare to imagine the consequences of continuing. He just wanted to end the war as soon as possible, and maybe he would have the opportunity and time to explore and remedy it.

Even though his mind was tossed and turned, Harry still raised his other hand calmly.The magic power brushed over the fingertips, and the wound healed quickly, leaving only a shallow mark.

"Fine." Harry lied, he let out a lazy breath and leaned back in his chair and laughed. "Actually, without any potion, my healing spell is enough to protect myself..."

"Shut up your arrogance, Potter." Snape's eyes relaxed, and he took a sip of the smoking honey water beside him. "The peak period of the war cannot tolerate any mistakes..."

Harry shrugged and looked down at the criss-cross marks on his fingers for a moment in a daze.

There are too many facts that have happened in the past few days. Merlin knew how shocked he was when he heard the news that Hogwarts was raided. The situation at that time was unimaginably tense... Hogwarts has always been the lifeblood of the Order of the Phoenix , if it is captured, then the Order of the Phoenix will become a tree without roots!

Fortunately, fortunately, the magic circle has been supported for a while, that solid ancient protective magic has been so strong from the last life to the present...

The war didn't last long. When the Order of the Phoenix and a large number of Aurors arrived, Voldemort knew that he was in danger, so after a short confrontation, he took a group of hostages and retreated to Hogsmeade Village.

The Death Eaters held some DA members and Professor Lupine hostage. They were all captured alive when they were unable to stabilize the magic circle.

Harry couldn't help clenching his fists. The war took a break. After a brief preparation at Hogwarts, they held an important meeting. In the meeting, they fought fiercely over the issue of hostages and pursuit.

The Minister of Magic and the Aurors insisted on fighting to save the hostages and completely defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix insisted on negotiating to rescue the hostages first, and then make a decision when everyone is safe...

"There's no time to waste any more." Stringer looked extremely anxious at the time. "This is an opportunity! The battle site is not in London, so there is nothing to worry about. The dark wizard has already occupied Hogsmeade, and the next one is Hogwarts! We must take the initiative to fight, and if we continue to avoid it, no one can guarantee When will the war end, and how will it end!"

"Many people will die! Stringer!" Professor McGonagall stared at him firmly. "Can you guarantee that my students will not be harmed? They have taken my students! Hostages! How are you going to save them!?"

"This is war!"

"Is it possible to lose humanity on the battlefield?! Then what is the difference between you and Voldemort?"

……

Feeling a little tired, Harry raised his eyes and looked at the two old men in front of him, breaking away from today's complicated memories.Stringer couldn't reach an agreement with the Order of the Phoenix, which was a bad result, so after an afternoon of preparation, they made a new plan.

People have to be saved, and wars have to be fought.

If there is no accident, people will be saved tonight and then the war will follow.

Wars in the wizarding world always happen very quickly, as quickly as a spell shot from a wand, one after another, the overwhelming magic power and curse can start or end a conquest in an instant.

But the result is the same, Harry thought, the result of the war is the same, wounded or dead...

"If nothing else," Dumbledore said. "We will adopt the original strategy to start the war when Voldemort has no time to take advantage of the hostage threat. He has just fused his own soul piece, and his strength is not yet stable. In addition, he is in Hogsmeade, a position that he is unfamiliar but we are familiar with. This is the first time that dark wizards have exposed themselves to the bright side..."

"Will it be too late?" Harry still couldn't help worrying. "Did the Aurors you sent come in time to rescue the hostages before the war broke out?"

Harry didn't know where Dumbledore's calculations were going. After the war started, everyone subconsciously took charge of their own part. For example, Harry had always been a forward fighter.Many details and loopholes are calculated by Dumbledore. Even though Harry knows many things and has always been the core of the Order of the Phoenix, he still can't see through this old man...

"It's too late." Dumbledore raised his blue eyes behind the glasses, his tone changed. "But you can keep it."

Harry lowered his eyes and looked at his feet. He knew that the Aurors, they had fought together, were a group of smart guys, but they were sneaking in... Harry's eyes flickered. According to his understanding, if there is no If people respond, the difficulty factor of the matter may be too high.

"Don't worry about Harry," Dumbledore continued. "Voldemort would not have thought that we would take the initiative to fight. He released the news that he chose to negotiate. We just need to lie in ambush under the banner of negotiation as planned..."

"You just have to hold on to your wand, Harry," enjoined the old man with a wink.

"Trust me," he added.

Of course I would, Harry nodded, feeling his body begin to warm under the charcoal oven.

"I have something to say to..." Harry gave Snape a flickering look. "Professor Dumbledore tell me..."

Snape snorted sarcastically, muttered something unintelligible in a low voice and stood up, his black robes picking up a gust of wind.

"I'll see you later," said Snape, who glanced at Harry before his eyes fell on Dumbledore. "I'll go down and meet Kingsley first."

He opened the door and glanced back at Harry, his eyes fluctuating.

"Goodbye." The voice was drowned in the thick heating.

……

Hogsmeade village.

The fallen leaves were blown by the wind and landed on top of a top tent, where the Death Eaters were camped, waiting for the outcome of tonight's negotiations.

The flames from the candles floated on the top of the tent, on the top of the railings, and on the flags painted with the Dark Mark... The pale orange light lit up Hogsmeade at night, accompanied by blue Gray fog and figures in black robes.

Narcissa wrapped her robe tightly and tied her hair back into a braid and hid it in a scarf.

"Where are you going?" Lucius looked at her with a lantern ready to go. "It's time for us to gather. The Order of the Phoenix has sent people here. If nothing unexpected..."

"I'm going to see Draco." Narcissa looked back at him, and when she met the familiar gaze, she leaned over to help him tighten the scarf, brushed her fingers over the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but move, she whispered. "If there is a turning point in this war, if the time is repeated...would you still choose this way..."

"Time can't be repeated." Lucius lowered his eyes and pressed his forehead against his wife's, his voice slowly becoming hoarse. "We have no chance to choose again..."

"So whatever's on your mind, forget about it," he continued.

"No, I can't forget it, no one will forget it." Narcissa frowned and showed an uncomfortable expression.

No one can forget the feeling of being abandoned by the Dark Lord in full view...

She never wanted to experience that fear again.

"Go and see him, Sissy." Lucius sighed.

He is really tired.

Narcissa let go of her husband, took a quick look at him and then opened the tent and slipped quietly into the night.

The leaves brushed the instep, bringing a black wind.

If time can be repeated.

……

"Hold on, Neville." Hermione hastily wrapped the torn fabric from the robe around his waist, where there was a deep wound, and blood spilled from the wound to stain the red asphalt ground. "His wound is open again!"

"Let's go, girl." Lupine wiped the dust off his face with his sleeve, and he pressed his hand on Neville's abdomen, a faint magical power surged through his fingertips and sank into Neville's wound .

"It's too dark here, they locked us in the basement." Luna looked out from behind the rusty railings, it was very dark here, only the shallow firelight blurred from the end of the corridor. "It may be a secret passage in a room."

"But this is Hogsmeade, so it's probably in the backyard of a shop, maybe we've been here to visit... Look, there's guards outside." Luna's voice rose a few notches. "Because we matter."

"That's because Voldemort wants to trade us for something important..." Charlie gasped and leaned against the wall, his red hair sticking to his pale and ugly face. "To threaten the Order of the Phoenix."

"His wounds are starting to close!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise. "You can do this well without a wand, Professor..."

"I asked Harry for advice." Lupine showed a difficult smile, he stopped to take a few breaths and put his hand on it again. "His research on healing spells is insane."

Neville opened his eyes and looked at them with a smile, then struggled out a few words.

"Don't cry Hermione."

"What's the situation outside now?" Cedric walked to Luna and looked outside. There was no one in the dark corridor, only the long figure swaying against the firelight at the end.

"I don't know..." Luna said in a daze. "There were many figures passing by there just now..."

"Is there no one to rescue us?" Someone squatted in the darkness and said desperately. "Why didn't anyone come..."

"Impossible, brother," Cedric said over his shoulder. "Harry won't give up on us...but do you really want someone?"

"I'll dig you out or burn your butt..." He smiled to himself.

"You shouldn't have gotten so close to the Weasley brothers," said Hermione, who also walked over, pulling her hair back and sniffing. "I kind of miss Ron, he's always with me."

Everyone was silent for a while, they were all thinking about something, it might be a familiar person, or it might be a certain memory with sunshine and flower fragrance.

"Ding..." The railing on the left was flicked, and then there was a metallic trembling sound.

"Who!" Lupine got up quickly, and habitually touched his waist, his face froze again. He was not used to the days without a wand.

"No one..." Neville whispered. "Cedric and the others are standing there."

"No..." Cedric took a step back and kept shaking his head. "I didn't touch it."

Hermione's face changed, she looked around, her brown eyes widened suddenly.

"Ding..." Another sound.

The people behind stood up hastily, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and look around.

"Is it you?" Hermione asked in a voice of astonishment, she approached the railing, and stretched out her hand to feel it.

"Is it you?" She asked again in a low voice, feeling a layer of smooth satin in her hand.

The opponent took a step back and moved, and the silk-like invisibility cloak fell off.

The big boy with pale blond hair stood there wearing a long robe. With the low cries of panic in the secret room, he silently put the invisibility cloak on his arm, and the pale shadow cast on the gray-white wall suddenly became irregular. .

The flames flashed from the end of the darkness, and the shadows that often swayed there had long since disappeared.

Draco twitched his lips and lifted his blue-gray eyes.

"Good evening everyone," he said.