HP leap time

Chapter 95

Draco struggled to approach the boy not far away, and he saw that the black-haired boy was there, wearing a baggy robe and a dark green scarf hanging around his neck, exposing the skin from his chin to his collarbone.There was a flame burning in front of him, and the orange-red flame came with a smell of kerosene, and the sound of crackling charred wood crackled in his ears.

"Harry..." He couldn't help feeling short of breath, the flame was so close, but the distance to him was so far away, the daunting flame flickered crazily in the darkness with a dazzling red light.

where is thisHe didn't know, he wanted to go and tie Harry's scarf tight, it was cold in winter, but the fool wanted to freeze himself to death.

But there is fire in front of him!Draco thought about it for a second, the fire was hot, and he wouldn't be able to freeze if he was so close.

He strode forward, trying to get closer to him, the snow under his feet creaked.Harry moved at this moment, and he turned to look at him, his black hair was flushed, his skin flushed, his eyes blinked, and transparent tears fell down.

Draco panicked and stopped to watch him.

"Are you Harry?" he asked hesitantly, arms clenched at his sides.There was fire in those eyes, and he couldn't see clearly, so he stopped not far away and gripped his wand tightly.

Harry shook his head and stopped looking at him, turned around to stare at the flame, and then slowly moved forward...

No, no, no!Draco's heart skipped a beat, that's Harry!He's going to be engulfed in flames!It's cold in winter, but it doesn't mean you won't be burned to death...

After making up his mind, he quickly ran towards the boy, trying to hold him back!

"Draco!" A hand grabbed him from behind, and a familiar panting voice came over, it was Harry's voice, steady. "That's not me, don't go!"

Draco's heart was pounding and his eyes widened. If Harry was behind him, who was in front of him? !

Draco stretched out his hand and groped in the darkness behind him, from his cold fingers to his shoulder, it was real, solid, and tactile... He took a few steps back panting and stuck to the person behind him, his eyes still He stared closely at the big boy who kept approaching the flame.

So who is he?

The boy turned around again, still looking the same, with messy black hair hanging at the corners of his eyes, and deep shadows on his sickly and thin face.

He just turned his head and glanced at him, but suddenly ran towards Draco in horror, the expression on his face became ferocious, and he opened and closed his mouth, yelling something loudly, Draco couldn't hear clearly, the flames were burning The sound is getting louder and louder, and the crackling sound is getting louder...

"Run... Draco..." The voice came faintly from the fire, Draco choked for breath, the black-haired boy ran towards him with all his strength, but there was no way, it was too late!The flames behind him poured towards him like a flood!It was like an evil ghost in hell stretching out his arms angrily to him, with the breath of death in his fingers...

Instantly, almost instantly!He was engulfed by the flames, and disappeared from the beginning to the end...

Draco staggered for a moment, he saw clearly, saw the last desperate look clearly, when the flames surged through those dark green pupils...

The devoured boy is clearly Harry Potter!

Then... who is behind him! ?

The blood in his body froze quickly, and Draco turned around stiffly.

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"Huh..." He opened his eyes suddenly, and the light morning light swallowed up the darkness in front of him bit by bit. This is the tent, Draco thought, he just had a nightmare.

That was a dream... As he thought, cold sweat still soaked his entire back, he rubbed his painfully painful head and lay on the bed reminiscing about that dream.

This is terrible, he thought, closing his eyes again, sleepiness and fatigue lingering in his mind for a long time.He's been a little too nervous lately, which may be why he's taking Harry away soon.

Thinking that they were about to leave, the fear in his heart dissipated a little, and soon, he had prepared everything, as well as all the methods to escape from here and escape from the war... When they reached a truly safe place, he could concentrate on finding There is a way to save Harry...

He thought, the pain in his head has also eased a little, he can't continue to be negative, he has done enough, he is about to get rid of it, and he is one step closer to what he wants...

Harry was left with only him, and he had to pull him out of death, just like he had to be pulled out of the Hogwarts dungeon...

But he couldn't save him in the dream... that bad disturbing dream!Draco felt his numb limbs gradually return to normal, opened his eyes again and wanted to stretch out his arms to touch the boy he was familiar with, but in vain.

There was no one on the bed, and Draco panicked again. He suddenly remembered that Harry was keeping watch last night, and he insisted on letting himself sleep well...

According to the agreement, they should change in the middle of the night, but he has slept till now?

Damn... Cursing secretly, he quickly propped himself up and sat up from the bed, hoping that the fool wouldn't freeze to death in the snow.

Tap... At this moment Harry opened the tent and walked in, the heels of his shoes smacking on the carpet with snow.With his head down, holding his own wand, even Draco, who was tightly wrapped in a scarf, could still see his blushing face from the cold.

"How did you sleep last night?" Harry asked, throwing a few spells into the fireplace, which started to crackle and blaze.

Draco's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help frowning. The voice from the fireplace sounded very harsh, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Not so good." Draco muttered truthfully. "I had a nightmare, dreaming that you were dead, but Tom Riddle was alive..."

Draco pulled the robe on the side and draped it over his body dully, suddenly thought of something, his gray eyes gleamed as he looked at the boy who lowered his head and casually threw the snow-covered cloak on the small bench next to the closet. "You seem to be getting better, Harry, and you don't look much better after a night of freezing!"

Unexpectedly, the boy didn't retort, he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, lowering his eyes and playing with his phoenix tail feather wand.

"That wand." Draco's smile froze for a second. He always carried two wands with him. Harry handed them to him after he decided to run away, and the one he used all these days was his own. , the one with the phoenix tail feather has never been taken out. "Didn't you say you don't need it? When did you get it?"

Harry raised his head against the light, his messy black hair made his skin white and blue, and the morning light pulled cold rays of light from behind him, intertwined and intertwined, and shot towards Draco's eyes from behind him ...

The cold, harsh light, and...

Cold and dazzling scarlet...

Draco's eyes widened sharply, and the blood in his body instantly froze into ice.

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What is despair?thought Harry.

Is it the grass submerged in snow outside the tent, or the fish sealed in the ice?

The wind whistled through a certain gap in his heart, with sharp ice blades.Harry struggled to throw the glaring wand aside and crawled towards the wardrobe on all fours.

When he found out that his soul was separated for the first time, he thought he would be desperate. He broke down and tried to give up, but he never despaired...

When he found another evil soul in his body, he knew it meant that he would pay a huge price one day, even die, but he never despaired...

When he watched Voldemort regenerate, watched himself hurt Dumbledore and others uncontrollably, he also told himself that there would always be hope, even if he couldn't give it...

Until he was abandoned by the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix, he looked at the rippling smile in Draco's gray eyes, and thought, he is going to become a selfish person and live an ordinary life!Even if it is short, even if the pain is everywhere...

But now he feels it, what is despair...

The feeling of despair... is different from the struggle and helplessness of the previous life, and it is also different from the painful resistance of this life...

It was a grayish-white color, which tore apart the entire sky, forcibly filled all the corners, and even occupied every shadow... His world began to fade slowly, piece by piece like peeling off the wall, he Just standing there, with nowhere to hide, the shadow behind him was stretched far away, and then swamped him with claws and teeth...

He returned to his first life and struggled all his life, but he still had to end up like this...

Cursing himself fiercely, Harry flung himself in that direction, and quickly moved to Draco's side, where the blond boy lay motionless, panting like a fish buried in snow , There seems to be a layer of frost on the face.

"Draco..." He tremblingly pressed the wound on the blond boy's chest, dark red blood soaked from the robe, and soon stained Harry's hand red.

The magic power was desperately mobilized from the weak body, like wringing out the juice from the dried fruit peel, Harry watched with red eyes as pale white light poured into Draco's body, and the wound also It is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood is flowing back, and the skin is reorganizing...

There is no shadow... Draco has been jinxed from his own wand... There has just been a brief war here, and Draco has angered the Voldemort in him, but fortunately Harry forced Only when I woke up did it not lead to a tragedy.

He should be thankful, thankful that Tom Riddle is parasitic in an empty shell and has no more magic power to use the Unforgivable Curse, thankful that this incident let him know... he can still have the ability to continue to hurt... hurt him obviously people who want to protect.

This world does not allow his existence at all, he should have understood earlier.

He should have died long ago.

"I'm sorry..." Harry murmured, the most fatal wound on Draco's body has been completely repaired, but he hasn't woken up yet, but his head was knocked on the wardrobe. "I don't have time to leave with you."

"I'll hurt you, I'm not qualified to stay with you..." Harry pushed his head, he was no longer able to give him a quick recovery, Harry raised his hand again and slapped pat him in the face.

"Get up, Draco." Harry coughed dryly, his voice hoarse and weak. "Open your eyes and look at me... bastard."

After a fight, the tent was torn open with a big hole, and the simple pieces of furniture were staggered here and there. The heavy snow whizzed past the gap in the wind, and instantly extinguished the sparks in the charcoal stove.

Harry felt a little nervous looking at the opening, he felt as if he, too, had been torn apart, shivering in the wind with the raw edges.

"Hey." Harry put one hand on Draco's body, and slapped himself hard with the other, trying to wake himself up. "Look at me, Draco."

"I feel like I'm going to die!" Harry swallowed a cold breath, and there was another stabbing pain in his body, his fingers wrapped around Draco's pale blond hair, and then moved to his closed eyes , touched his white eyelashes in the morning light, poked his white lips, and warm breath fell on his fingers.

"Stop pretending." Harry hugged himself in pain, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen by the cold wind. "You bastard..."

"You'll regret it, Draco."

……

"Open your eyes and look at me..."

"Please..." Harry choked out, feeling a chill on the back of his neck, maybe it was the snowflakes coming in, or it could be the death breathing on his back.

He looked back at the thick black cloak on the stool next to him. The mink fur at the collar looked very warm. Harry recalled that Draco was afraid of the cold so he always wore it when he went out to watch the night.

Harry thought to himself that he had to wear the coat too, he couldn't freeze to death!If he died like this, Draco would think he hadn't taken care of him.

Draco was afraid of the cold, so he was always afraid that he would be frozen too. Harry tore his clothes with difficulty, then stopped and shrugged his nose to rest for a while. Draco was always afraid that he would freeze to death. Hermione and Ron would absolutely hate him.

He can't provoke hatred for no reason, can he?He has worked so hard, he has paid so much, why should he accompany himself to this point... Harry pulled off his clothes with all his might, grinned his teeth, hugged himself and whipped him twice, why is it so heavy!Why is it so painful!

Why is it snowing!

A golden thing rolled out of the clothes with a gurgling gurgling.

Harry was in a daze for a while before he realized that it was the golden snitch Dumbledore gave him. He had long forgotten about this little thing. Harry grabbed it while thinking wildly, and the little ball patted it. Raji's little wings lay motionless in Harry's palm.

Resurrection stone?Harry thought, wondering if Draco would use it...

Surely he will?Harry thought again, the green pupils are full of tiredness, then he can still see me, maybe I can leave a last word or something...

Dumbledore, isn't the Elder Wand in your hand?I've been hiding it from you for so long, why didn't you do anything?Now I'm dying, but you're still here, aren't you?You will lead everyone to the final victory, right?Use your true strength...

Harry kissed the golden snitch tremblingly. The golden shell flickered for a moment, and the golden light quickly faded away. Harry easily opened it.

The golden shell spun, and what was lying inside... was not a resurrection stone.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly. The bright red spar lay quietly inside the Snitch, glowing with a strange light in the air.

what!

Looking at the familiar object, Harry couldn't help but tremble.

Memories surged from the depths of my mind...

……

The platinum-haired girl opened her eyes, her wet eyelashes were glued together, and tears were streaming down her face.

"Remember who you are." She said, the voice came from the depths of her memory, and the night behind her was thick and deep. "Remember who you are...if you decide to change your destiny change everything."

There is a faint light in her black hole-like eyes.

"I'm leaving," she said again. "But we'll meet again, when you want to see me, or..."

"When you are beyond redemption..."

The man in black robe looked back at him with those deep blue eyes for the last time, then jumped lightly and jumped down from the tower.

"Chi——" With the long cry, the black shadow disappeared in the air.

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Yes... Harry looked at the thing...it was clearly on Cecilia the Seer's wrist, of course he remembered, because it was the only thing of color on her body.

"Isn't it forever?" Harry smiled, and as soon as his hand softened, the object fell to the ground, and the red spar also shattered into pieces and disappeared on the carpet.

Indeed it is.

Harry looked up at the heavy snow falling outside, then turned his head to stare at Draco's face.

"You really will regret it..."

……

"Hey..." The black shadow flashed past in the wind and snow.

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The author has something to say:

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Well, everyone must hold on... just stick to it for one or two chapters and we'll go to boos...

⊙_⊙I, I...I...have an exam tomorrow...first...withdraw...

Good night in advance, little cuties (?ò?ó?)

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