HP leap time

"Good morning, Miss." The man opened the curtain and walked into the tent, the warm and humid air enveloped him in an instant, and the heat began to seep slowly from the cold skin...

He was holding a bunch of light purple cornflowers in his hand, the petals were stained with snowflakes that were about to melt, and he inserted the flowers into a glass vase on the table. Then he pulled out a chair and sat down, then looked at the teapot The light smoke from inside was in a daze.

The girl sitting in front of the window turned her head slightly, her dark eyes fixed on the bouquet of flowers.

With her platinum blonde hair draped back and blending with her white robe, she looked like a snowman, all white like a monster.

"Is it snowing outside?" She asked, her voice came out indistinctly from behind the gauze.

"Yes." The man blinked his blue eyes. "It's snowing a lot."

"The snow here is really late." The girl said, her eyes turned out of the window again. Outside the window is a piece of grassland, with tents and houses winding on it, a thin layer of white is like a layer of gauze covering the The world looms.

"Is it still playing? Celt." She asked again.

The brown-haired man raised his head and looked out of the window, and there was heavy snow falling in the air.

"Next, it's huge."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" The girl took the hot water from the other party.

Selt looked at her, bit her lip, and put her hand on the table.

"Happy birthday... Cecilia."

"Hee hee." Cecilia smiled, and began to put her hands behind her head to remove the gauze wrapped around her face. Round and round, the white gauze was slowly removed and put aside.

"Thank you." She said sweetly, her voice became clear without the hindrance of gauze, she blinked and propped up her chin with her hands. "I'm eighteen."

Celt couldn't tell what it was like, he secretly looked at the girl's face and pursed his lips.

"But..." Cecilia smiled happily, she took a sip of warm water and approached Celt.

"I'm dying!" she whispered, as if there was a third person eavesdropping.

Selt knew that there would be no third person here, and if there was a third person, she would start to pretend to be mature again, instead of expressing her happiness unscrupulously in front of him.

He couldn't tell what it felt like, he had long been used to using Occlumency to the extreme in front of the other party, not because he was afraid that Cecilia would deliberately detect him, but because he was worried that the other party could easily sniff out his emotional changes.

Now he is very sad, but he is closed very well.

"You can survive." Selt couldn't help but speak out, he raised his head to look at this familiar face, his eyes melted on her face, soft like moonlight.

"I promised the white-bearded old man, since he paid the price to help me live to this day, I will pay the price to fulfill the last prophecy... You know I won't do those despicable things." Cecilia shrugged her nose After drinking the water in the cup, he continued to hum and chirp.

"Things related to life and death... Cecilia, you don't have to be serious." Selt said. "We can also find other methods, any method that can help you survive!"

"I'm no longer useful! I'm no longer needed!" Cecilia said relaxedly. "I have already lived, and I have enough luck. Once I die, the next holy son will be born soon... Your master will change, Celt, and the prophets will live forever... ..."

"So you know." Cecilia's complexion suddenly changed, and her voice instantly became cold, hoarse with excessive force. "The cost is not something you can easily ignore."

Celt lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and his fingers on the table tightened suddenly.

"Sorry, miss."

Cecilia smiled happily again. She hummed a lullaby she didn't know where she heard it. The heavy snow outside the window fluttered in the soft pale white morning light, but her eyes were dark and there was no light at all.

"I'm going to die!" she said again.

……

Harry stepped on the fluffy slippers and got out of the tent. The cold wind and heavy snow immediately enveloped him. He squinted his eyes and looked at the young man who was casting a spell not far away between two poplar trees. His magic was the same color as his hair, and with a wave of his hand, the arcs of light interlaced and wound around the tree trunk.

In the first snow, Harry wrapped the robe tightly around his body and licked the corners of his mouth. He felt that his nose was already red, and a cloud of white fell from his eyelashes. He blinked, and the icy coolness seeped into his eyes.

As soon as Draco turned around, he saw the thin boy who ran out wearing socks, breathed out a mouthful of white gas, thrust one side of his waist, then stretched out the other hand to hook the boy.

Harry smiled lazily, then stepped closer to Draco.

Harry walked forward, his steps getting faster and bigger, and the smile on Draco's face became more and more obvious.Just when the boy was about to pounce, Draco's gray-blue eyes flashed, and he hit Harry's head with the snowball he had clenched early in the morning...

Hold!Harry kicked Draco limply against the snow all over his head, and fell down on the snow because of his unstable center of gravity.

"Hahahahahahaha..." Draco laughed at him, clutching his stomach. "You suck, Scarhead."

"Go to hell..." Harry cursed under his breath, wondering why Hermione would hand herself over to something like this!

When Draco picked him up and threw him into the warm tent, Harry was still sitting on the stool sullenly angry with himself.

"Who told you to come out." Draco rubbed Harry's head, pinching the soft flesh of his neck with his fingers. "It's windy outside."

"That's not why you laugh at me." Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back on his chair angrily. "I'm just useless, can't do anything, as fragile as Filch's cat..."

"Filch's cat can jump from the second floor to the first floor without making a sound..."

"get out."

……

"What are you doing today?" Harry tossed and turned in bed thinking, during this period of time they were wandering outside, and their life was much better than before. Eat, sleep, eat, and then open the tent to see different scenery.

Draco even went to London with him to watch a magnificent concert the day before yesterday. If Draco hadn't been prevented from casting two expansion spells on the dazzling fireworks in the sky, maybe there would have been a giant stampede that night... …

This kind of thing happened more than once, and Harry started to recall the movie they went to see together in Brighton yesterday, a thriller, Draco even knocked over a whole bucket of popcorn in exclaim...

Hahaha, stupid!

"What are you smirking about, Scarhead." Draco ate a piece of bread slowly, hanging the ermine cape by the heating fireplace.

"Shall we go to a movie, Draco." Harry grinned, showing his face from under the covers. "Watch a romance movie, or religion?"

"No, those are not good things." Draco hissed as he walked to the bed and looked down at him. "I don't want to know anything about Muggles."

"Then there are no activities today?" Harry continued to ask unwillingly. "You should take me out to play more, instead of being bored at home...it's not good for my health."

"Really?" Draco sat on the edge of the bed, the corners of his mouth raised. "Then what do you want to do?"

"I need to move around, Draco." Harry poked his foot out from under the covers and kicked him.

"Would you like to have sex?" Draco pushed Harry and rolled over, pressing him firmly under him.

"Hahahaha..." Harry giggled. "You're fucking...heavy..."

Draco didn't move much, he just hugged him and put his head under Harry's chin.

"Crush you to death." Draco said sullenly. He really didn't dare to have a fight with Harry, not because he was afraid of being discovered by a follower who was not careful. After all, he was still quite confident in his protection spell. What is it?Draco's heart felt uncomfortable again, he was really afraid that Harry would be fucked on the bed by himself...

He was getting weaker and weaker, Draco could feel it clearly.Harry's vitality is passing away every day, like a hole in his body that cannot be mended, his vitality is like sand, it leaks a little bit every day, and finally dies completely when the leak is empty .

Are you afraid of death?Draco wanted to ask him, but he knew what answer he would get, and of course Harry wouldn't be afraid, he was the savior, what hadn't he done?What have you been afraid of?He is not afraid of anything, let alone death?

That's good, isn't it?At least you won't feel pain.

"It feels like we're on a honeymoon..." Harry's trance voice came from above.

"A honeymoon isn't complete without having sex..." Draco continued muffled, burying his resentment in Harry.

"You know it's difficult, Draco, unless you don't want me to live through this winter..." Harry struggled to reach out to hug him back, but gave up and put it back under the covers without exerting any force.

Draco looked at the turquoise eyes rolling on the pale face, and felt as if a hole had been opened in his heart, and the same snow was blowing inside the hole as outside.

Talk like you can survive this winter.