HP leap time

Putting on a long robe and shoes that are no longer damp, I opened the curtain and fell into the morning light.

Where is this, a place he doesn't know, the color tone here is beautiful, hazy white snow and blue transparent sky, the light floating on the snow is soft like steam on freshly baked bread.Harry raised his eyes and looked not far away. A tall man in a black robe was standing next to a tree with his back behind his back. He couldn't see what kind of tree it was. The snow was so thick that the leaves and icicles on the branches were condensed Together, it looks incredibly heavy.

Here is the appearance of the suburbs, the small manors in the distance are connected one by one, and the neat poplars and pine trees are arranged one by one in the snow.Farther away was a hillside with taller buildings and even a small clock tower. Harry looked over from here, and through the manors with white and red fences, he could see boys and girls in scarves coming from The trail in the snow passed.

Harry walked up to the man and followed his gaze to the building on the hillside.

This might be the north-east frontier of England, Harry guessed, and began to calculate in his mind how far he was from London, how far he was from his last resting place.

"I buried her there." The man finally spoke.

"She might prefer the seaside." Harry said softly, looking down at the snow layer under his feet began to melt uncontrollably.

"She doesn't like anything." The man turned his head and glanced at Harry with unfamiliar and defensive eyes. "She has never cared about anything, she is very casual about everything, she dies casually, and lives casually."

"She doesn't care about anything."

"I don't know your prophets, nor Cecilia, so I can't evaluate and understand it on my own," Harry said. "But you saved me, and I should be grateful."

It's an amazing feeling, that someone who didn't have much to do with you gave his life for you.But he didn't feel lucky at all, he felt more guilty than the gratitude for surviving, even though all this was just a long-arranged ending.

Only holes can be filled?Could he really escape time and fate, Harry thought?

"No one understands her," Celt continued.

But don't you understand?Harry didn't say a word, you were inseparable from her, of course you would understand.But he knew that now was not the time to disturb him, so he just stood aside intently, pretending to be the tree.

"If Cecilia was just an ordinary country girl, she would definitely wear a bracelet made of iris and draw astrological symbols on her face with red ink. She likes constellations..."

"Wearing a fluffy cloak, and ran barefoot to the church to pick flowers..." Selt continued, looking through the rows of brick-red railings in the snow, and then fell to the distant hillside On the majestic and exquisite building.

Harry followed his line of sight to look over again, this time he looked carefully, it was a building piled up with white and light gray stones, white birds rustled on its small bell tower, and it was flooded by snow. Surrounded by meadows and rows of poplars, it looked like a school, with figures moving in the morning light.

"She would steal the bride's veil before the couple had time to exchange rings, and then hide behind the boy she likes and laugh like a madman who escaped death... At that time, the sky will be very blue, and the wind will blow The smell of caramel in the air swam through the skirt, the church bell rang not far away, and white doves flew over the tower..." Selt's pupils were blank, but Harry still saw the corners of his eyes that were suddenly moist .

"That's what a little girl should do."

"Sorry." Harry said, but you guessed right, she was a little girl, he remembered the girl who appeared in the hallucination, she was holding flowers in her hands, and the hem of the dress was twirling like a skirt... Ha Lee's red pupils flickered. "She died saving me."

"No." Celt lowered his eyes, the azure blue looming under the eyelashes. "Damn her."

The Holy Son is an outlier in the prophet family, the most unstable factor in the world, and an inevitable loophole in the vastness of time...

"They know too many causes, but they can't bear all the consequences." Celt continued. "Each generation of Holy Sons is indifferent to the world in order to get more time, and they are committed to finding ways to survive in every corner of the world..."

"Cecilia is different, right? She is very special." Harry said cautiously. He didn't know how much Celtic liked that little girl, but he only knew that she must be a special existence in Celtic's heart. "At least she never cared about her own life, and you have always been the one who worried about her."

"It's just a little girl after all." Selt said, the corner of her mouth raised a slight arc. "She's the most reckless prophet I've ever seen."

But you are still so serious about getting to know her. From the perspective of an outsider like him, it seems like an independent space has been built between you, a space that no one can step into. You are always together.

But she's dead, Celt, and you're still talking bad about her.

Is it because...she can no longer see through you?

Dinglingling... The sound of a bell coming from nowhere broke the brief promise, Harry gathered his robes together, and looked down at the melted snow under his feet soaking his shoes, and the water stains continued upward trend.

"I should go," Harry said. "I have more important things to do, time is running out, I'm afraid I won't last long."

"So who are you now?" Celt looked back at him standing in the light morning light.

who is he?Harry felt the turbulent magic power in his body and the life force flowing in his body like spring water. He had never felt so comfortable and joyful for such a moment. Every inch of skin, every drop of blood, and even every thought belonged to him. Be completely your own.

He was nobody, whether it was Voldemort or Tom Riddle or Cecilia and Dumbledore... he was nobody.

"Harry Potter," he said in a low voice.

"If I can always remember." The last words dissipated in the air.

Selt looked down at the place where the skinny boy had just stood, and the flowing water stains began to condense into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't snowing today. Ron gathered his robe and looked at the whiteness outside the window. After stuffing the last piece of bacon into his mouth, he wrapped the scarf round and round around his neck, but it was damn cold.

"Ron." A familiar voice came from behind, and Ron looked back at his little sister.

"Good afternoon, Ginny." Ron shrugged. "I thought you were out with everyone."

Ginny shook her head, neither explaining nor smiling.

"Students in grades three and four were sent away last night." She finally spoke, pulling out the red hair in the scarf and tying it into a ponytail. "There were a few boys who had been fighting for a long time, and Professor McGonagall had to tie them up..."

"I know..." Ronha breathed out. "I heard that it was a restless night."

"Why should I tell you this?" Ginny tucked the dagger into her waist, put it together with her wand, and tightened her belt. "Because it reminds me of the old days, before I came to Hogwarts, my brother and his friends...they waved to me on the train, the summer sun fell on their faces, George, Fred, and you Ron... I have a lot of brothers, and they all have the same red hair as me..."

"You were sitting on that train of my dreams, walking farther and farther, smiling and waving to me...the sunflowers on the back hill are as brilliant as those sunflowers, every time the sun rises..." Ginny said. "They will laugh like this, so I think you are walking away against the sun, so I look forward to it every day, and one day I will leave with the sun."

"But those girls and boys I saw last night, they don't want to leave, they came here following the sunshine, but they are going to leave, leave Hogwarts, go to a place far, far away..." Ginny said The eye sockets started to turn red. "Just like those sunflowers were forcibly cut off, they may want to stay through this winter."

"You shouldn't have seen it." Ron shook his head. Parting was never easy.

"Isn't Harry the same?" Ginny continued, watching Ron's hands freeze in the air. "Like those kids, where are they supposed to go?"

"They shouldn't be forced to leave, they have the right to stay." Ginny shook her head and said firmly.

"I can't help myself, Ginny." Ron sighed and hugged his little sister. Everyone in Hogwarts went out, and not many people in the hall stayed to say goodbye. Today they ended their lives. Last lunch.

During this period of siege, they have experienced too much helplessness and pain, and everything will end, the Order of the Phoenix has officially declared war on the Death Eaters, they have excellent leaders and fighters, if this damn situation is not broken Fight to the death, if you don't remove this protective cover to face all enemies, then sooner or later they will be defeated because they are trapped in a cocoon and do not fight.

The Ministry of Magic has long been exhausted, and the war has completely started at Hogwarts.

Ron restrained himself from looking outside, he was afraid that the pale golden protective film would slowly dissipate when he saw it, he was afraid that the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic would not meet them in time, he was afraid...courage would be on Ginny's Disappeared in tears.

"The final battle is about to begin, Ginny." Ron held her head down and hugged her tightly. "Protect yourself, just like what your mother told you this morning..."

The leftovers on the dining table in the auditorium disappeared in an instant. The clock struck twelve, and the lingering sound lingered in the cold air for a long time.

"If those sunflowers survive...maybe they will be able to catch the first rays of sunshine next year."