HP's Impassable Time

——But what about those uneven scars, should they be finely polished with 3000-grit sandpaper?

The two quickly got out of Honeydukes, the moonlight was clear and bright, making people feel dazed.

"Go to the Shrieking House, the Whomping Willow should not be exposed yet."

"Back then we were not the only ones who knew the secret path under the Whomping Willow tree, I'm afraid it was..."

Hermione didn't finish her sentence, but both of them were very clear about what was left to say.

"We have to try. If it doesn't work, we can still drive the eleventh route." Harry thought that the two of them would not be able to go through the main entrance if they were walking to Hogwarts. Zizi's concealment magic is much better than Hermione's guardian spells.

Even death may not find the entrance.

"What time is it, still joking."

Hermione gave Harry a light thump, but Harry suddenly pulled Hermione past him and hid in a dark alley, both of them held their breath nervously.

"Where are they?"

"The secret path here was moved by someone just now, and the person must not have gone far."

"You guys go over there, search carefully in the alleys and shops, don't leave any corners."

"Yes."

Harry nervously pressed Hermione into his arms, the moonlight couldn't penetrate the thick stone wall, and the two of them hid in the darkness under the corner, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

Darkness is a strange thing, it breeds corruption and hides light at the same time.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Harry felt that the wand that did not belong to him was not easy to handle, as if it would be thrown out of his hand at any time.

He was starting to miss his wand, eleven inches of holly wood with Fox's tail feathers core, soft and flexible, only now he was lying broken in Hermione's bag.

The footsteps came closer.

Just when Harry was about to do it - now he didn't have to think about which magic to use, he used whatever worked best.

The ear-piercing siren sounded without warning, so startled that Harry almost couldn't help throwing the wand out of his hand.The owner of the footsteps stopped, followed by the sound of walking away quickly.

The Death Eaters finally left.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when someone grabbed his arm

"follow me."

Lily and Draco returned to Malfoy Manor through the fireplace in the cellar.

This is the first time the two came back together after they fixed the date of marriage. The manor was still a little bustling, preparing food and other things, because the rooms are cleaned regularly, and it is not too troublesome to just change the sheets and quilts. , the trouble is preparing dinner.

The house-elves have allocated a large part to the dinner. Everyone knows that Lily is a picky eater. The task of the house-elves is to make Lily feel satisfied.and

Before dinner, the two went around the manor first.

There are still some changes in the manor. Most of the decorations and objects have been changed. The soft furnishings such as the sofa and cloth art have obviously been replaced with new ones.

"Very beautiful." Heartfelt praise.

Malfoy Manor was originally the residence of the Malfoy family from generation to generation. According to the stability of the wizarding world, despite the war, the flames of war did not directly burn here.

He is more like a vicissitudes giant beast dominating here, every cell in his body shows his long history.

It's been redecorated at this time, and to be honest, it's a little too busy, but it's still beautiful.

Lily thinks that this place should be more suitable for the quiet years and beautiful scenery.

Draco had been blocking himself from coming before, ready to give himself a surprise, and he was happy to cooperate at that time.The incident happened suddenly today, and it turned out that he forgot about it, and I don't know if Draco felt a little disappointed.

She turned around and observed his expression carefully, and found that her man was handsome, and other emotions were completely negligible.

Draco, who was not abnormal, was also looking at the surrounding layout. He hadn't been back for a while, and he did have some new ideas in some places. He walked around just now and had a rough idea of ​​what should be changed.

"I'm going to find my brother, are you with me?"

Draco shook his head, "I still want to change some things, so I won't accompany you."

"Well! Then I'll go up first." Lily nodded and walked towards the stairs. After a few steps, she met the little girl Nagini winding down. Lily avoided Nagini's snake hug with some disgust.

"Little Jiji, why did you go today? Why is there a smell of blood all over your body?"

The disgusted little girl Nagini sniffed herself, did she just take a shower?Is there any taste? !

Confused face—_—

When I went up to the second floor, I happened to meet my brother.

"elder brother."

"Lily, what, that kid Draco is ready to let you back?"

Lily blushed. Although she knew that Draco must have made a big move and it was normal to startle her brother, she just didn't expect to be teased face to face.

"Ahem, he didn't say he wouldn't let me come back. I've been busy with my studies recently, um, my studies are tight."

Hehe, as far as he knows, I haven't seen her take classes seriously this year. The content of the professors' chat is very unfavorable to Lily~

But he didn't see through her clumsy disguise, and nodded his head as approval.

"That's something I want to ask."

"Go to the study."

"Ok!"

Most of the layout of the manor has already been properly arranged. Draco turned around and changed the few places he thought about just now, but he didn't need to do it. Naturally, the house-elf helped him finish it. When he returned, it happened that Lily came downstairs , followed by the aggrieved Nagini, obviously washed up by Lily.

"What did you ask?"

"The matter about the bank is indeed my brother's handwriting." Lily felt a little tired and stretched out her hand for a hug.

"I went up just in time for my brother to come back. If the Daily Prophet is well-informed, maybe we can see the death toll again tomorrow... Ah, it should be said that the number of missing people has increased."

While talking, she glanced at Nagini. The little girl Nagini was washed up and was a little dizzy. Lily got the look in her eyes and thought she was letting her long light bulb go away, so she climbed back to the second floor and planned to After taking a nap and being busy all afternoon, the whole snake has no energy.

Strange to say, those unfamiliar names in the newspaper were just made up words without any meaning, just like the stones on the side of the road or the accumulated rain on the eaves, they have nothing to do with Lily.

It's just that the stone had grown legs and ran in front of her, trying to make her stumble, and the accumulated rain poured down on her like she recognized someone.

So those names were not just names anymore, they became iron chains hanging behind her back, hanging down...

"Don't be afraid."

The hug went on for a long, long time, so long that Draco slowed down every movement, so long that Lily had fallen asleep.

Carefully placing Lily on the bed, Draco sat on the head of the bed and lowered his head to trace the outline of her face.

Perhaps she was tired, she slept very deeply, afraid of waking Lily up, Draco's hand only moved along the outline of her face, but did not really touch her.

There was a trace of melancholy between the eyebrows and eyes, as if in a dream, and you could see the traces of eyeballs rolling occasionally.

Some people just can't get enough of it no matter how they look at it.

Draco withdrew his hand, used it to support his body, and leaned over to place a light kiss on Lily's brow.

"What should I do with you?"

Lucius and Naxisha are not there, and many things now require them to come forward. Apart from the lack of manpower, they still need to further prove their loyalty.

At night, the whole manor is quiet like a ghost town.

Maybe that's an inappropriate description, but Draco suddenly shivered after waking up from the intoxication, like the chills on the back of a drunken person's neck when the wind blows on him.

In fact, it is not lively during the day, but the darkness always evokes such and such melancholy thoughts. Draco recalled that when he was a child, he used to be alone in the manor, and he could clearly hear his footsteps in the empty corridors, patter.

At that time, he was also afraid, but his father had taught him for as long as he could remember, to be graceful at all times.

Be classy at all times.

He has always done well as a kid, and he needs to do better in the future.

Harry and Hermione were pulled into an alley and turned into a dark pub, which Hermione recognized at a glance as the Pig's Head, even though they had only been there once.

Harry paid more attention to the man pulling them.

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked tentatively.

"What?" Hermione turned her attention from the decorations to the man, who took off the big gray hood, revealing a face similar to Dumbledore's, but the difference could still be seen upon closer inspection.

Harry apparently noticed the difference too.

"He's waiting for you." After leaving this sentence, he left directly. The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Waiting itself is a painful thing, and waiting for the unknown prolongs this pain several times.

Amidst the cries of their stomachs one after another, they finally ushered in the unknown end point. Albus Dumbledore was wearing a gray robe that he didn't wear for a long time. The shape was somewhat similar to Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings. The gap between the root wand.

"Harry, it's a pleasure to see you again." Dumbledore said, Ron only knew that Harry was fine, and he didn't know the specific action plan. During this time, he could only pray that Harry acted more cautiously.

Fortunately, Harry has never let him down.

"I was really surprised that you broke into Gringotts. To be honest, I really disapprove of your reckless behavior." Dumbledore had already learned the news as soon as the incident happened. It was none other than The Minister of Magic himself, who slammed a stack of photographs on his desk and stared into his own eyes probing, as if by doing so he could find out where Harry had gone, or make up for his mistakes with the Dark Lord .

It's just that it was obvious that he was going to come here in a hurry, and he went back with a suffocation.

"Even though I felt at the same time that it was quite a feat."

Harry knew what the old man was going to do next, and he was bound to give them a wink and an encouraging smile, and Dumbledore did.

I don't know if it's because of too many things I've experienced recently, but a word popped up in Harry's heart

Give a sweet date a slap in the face.

"Are you feeling well?" Harry asked.

"I feel very good now." Dumbledore pried his forehead and mouth under his beard, revealing a smile.

"I've followed what you said to find the Horcruxes, but... the mysterious man hid them too deep. Gringotts was a trap. When we escaped, he was very angry. At that time, our thoughts were carried out. Link, that's a trap, he's already recovered the Horcrux." Harry's Voldemort was stared back by Hermione's white eyes.

"The name cannot be said now. Although we are not afraid, it is just that there are not many secret bases left. Before we are fully prepared, we need to keep a low profile."

In fact, it was not the first time Harry stared at Dumbledore and spoke, but on the contrary, he had more opportunities to get in touch with Dumbledore than students of the same age. In the past, he could always see something in his eyes, concern, anger This time, he felt that something was different, or that there was another hidden deep complex emotion that existed at the very beginning, and he was only aware of it at this time.

Harry nodded.

"However, haven't you learned Occlumency before? You haven't used it all the time!" Dumbledore's expression became serious, "Don't you know that it's easy to expose us all!"

"No, even if I don't use Occlumency now, he will use it. Except for certain times, we won't connect easily."

Harry remembered that in the lake, in addition to his angry killing of public officials, there were some pictures of dilapidated houses, where he had been, or he had been from the Pensieve, where there was a girl, Those clips were all about her, and he always felt very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

"A specific time?"

"Yes, such as extreme anger and shock, even Occlumency doesn't work, but I find it's not the same as before, I always feel like I am him, and now the connection is not there before... It should be said, not before It's real."

Harry paused, thinking of a word to describe the feeling.

reality.

Before, I had an illusion, as if I was the Dark Lord himself or the snake named Nagini, etc... Nagini.

Harry suddenly stood up nervously, waving his hand in the air. He felt that he had grasped an important point, but there was a layer of window paper in the middle of the important point, and he needed to pierce it by himself.

Hermione took Dumbledore's offer of hot cocoa and ate a biscuit without trying to interrupt Harry's train of thought.

"By the way, it's the snake!"

Harry's eyes are shining

"That snake is a living horcrux. It must have a piece of soul in it. The mysterious man can take back the soul fragments from dead objects, but he has no ability to extract fragments from living creatures, yes! It must be like this, so he Always carry Nagini with you for protection."

Harry spoke more and more fluently, until Hermione couldn't hear her at the end, and Hermione suddenly understood Ron's bewildered expression after he had said a long paragraph of detailed analysis.

But Hermione wasn't Ron after all.

"That is to say, our previous direction was not wrong, what was wrong was only the time, and the fragments in the Horcrux we found have been recovered."

"Yes, we thought those were tricks, but they weren't. They used to be Horcruxes."

"Oh my god!"

Hermione put her hand over her mouth.

Dumbledore was very pleased with Harry's growth, and his inference was almost the same as Harry's, but there was one thing Harry might never guess in his life.

"Principal? What do you think?"

Harry was a little strange, not knowing why Dumbledore didn't respond at all, and stared at himself with pity.

He was absolutely right this time, it was pity.

Dumbledore looked away, regaining his former wisdom.

"Harry, your guess is probably the truth."

This time Harry didn't have the excitement of being affirmed by his idol in the past. He put on the same expression as usual, and looked at Hermione from the corner of his eye. The excitement of seeing the dawn.

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I didn't know what to love before, but now I know it but I don't want to understand it anymore.