Back to 1975

Peter's father has already been treated, and as long as he pays the last medical bill, the stitches will be removed and he will be discharged immediately.Selling second-hand items must be on the agenda right away.

"Let's take a look, the out-of-print set card, the Quidditch star card!"

They moved out a long table from the classroom and placed it in the corridor outside the classroom door, attracting many passing students.Especially James's products are extremely popular. There are a lot of Quidditch items in them. You must know that Quidditch is a sport that is suitable for all ages and men and women.

Sirius made up his mind to sing a ring match with James, "The most evil little props, the weirdest gadgets, and a limited edition picture book, the boys' favorite—!"

Harry looked embarrassingly at the album in Sirius' hands, wishing he could poke his eyes so as not to tarnish his pure boyish heart.

It's just that the other boys were not so pure, and Sirius' stall was immediately surrounded by boys.This made Lily very unhappy, and kept staring at him fiercely.

Harry tried not to laugh, he liked being with them.The looters are born to be pistachios, they live so comfortably and recklessly.They are brave, like the young eagles soaring in the sky, and they are full of fighting spirit, as if the whole world belongs to them.

Even though Voldemort was recruiting troops, even though he was going crazy and slowly losing his mind, Harry didn't want to miss any chance to be with them.

But some things are urgent.

They still have a future, he can wait, wait for ten or twenty years, as long as everyone is alive, they will meet one day.

He was here to save him, wasn't he? He was ready to sacrifice himself, and he was going back to the past to change the future.Merlin was kind to him and let him go back to 1975 earlier so that he could save more people.

He has been at ease for so long.long enough.

Moreover, things are not so bad, he knows the future, he knows where Voldemort's Horcruxes are hidden, and he knows Voldemort's shady tricks.Look, even Merlin is on his side!

Rewriting the future, the word seems not so difficult at this moment.

Harry took a deep breath and strode towards the headmaster's office.

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Harry stood at the door of the principal's office. He quietly looked at the door in front of him, and raised his hand to knock on it.

"Please come in."

Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking at something carefully. When Harry walked in, the old headmaster put down the document in his hand.He showed a kind smile to Harry, but couldn't help but yawned, and said vaguely, "Good evening, Harry."

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Harry also smiled, facing Professor Dumbledore, he felt a little more at ease, "I have something to talk to you about."

When Harry first knew that he was actually a wizard, when he first came to Hogwarts, when he saw his godfather, he couldn't help thanking Merlin in his heart, because this is God Adore him.

But when he lost some important people, Merlin gave him another chance.

He knows the future, understands the future, he no longer needs Merlin to control his fate, nor does he need to beg God for mercy.Because the right to rewrite fate is in his own hands.

Yes, he can, he can change the future, prevent tragedy from happening, he can—!

"We need to start the hunt for the Death Eaters early, we have to stop them before they threaten the wizarding world."

Dumbledore's hand paused, and he put the teacup back on the table, "No, Harry, we can't do that."

Harry was stunned, "Why? They are Death Eaters, and they have already started the massacre! Mark is a start, and people will continue to die!"

Professor Dumbledore nodded, and he put his hand on the bridge of his nose.There were blue dark circles under his eyes, and the elderly man looked even more tired, "Harry, believe me, now is not the time, we can't act rashly."

"Now is the time! You have seen my memory, you have seen the future!" Harry tried to persuade Professor Dumbledore, "We can avoid many sacrifices, we can destroy Voldemort as soon as possible, before everything is still Without getting out of control—”

"Harry!" Dumbledore interrupted him. "We can't convict someone because of something that hasn't happened, even if he is Voldemort! The current situation is not enough for the Ministry of Magic to take seriously. We must be calm and quiet." Wait for the opportunity quietly, otherwise we will only face accusations from the Wizengamot!"

"... But, but we can't do nothing, we have to... we can destroy the Horcrux in advance, we have to stop him!"

"Listen to me, Harry." Professor Dumbledore held Harry's shoulders firmly, "The past shapes the future. If your past is changed, then who will you become when you stand in front of me at this moment?" Woolen cloth?"

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but his face gradually turned pale.

It's like two sides of a coin, seemingly unconnected, yet so closely related.If Harry wasn't the savior, who would he be?If Harry's parents hadn't died, what would the future Harry look like now standing in front of Professor Dumbledore...?

"Don't change the future easily, Harry." The gray-haired old man looked at Harry, his eyes were full of insightful wisdom.

Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore, his hands were hidden in his sleeves, shaking uncontrollably and violently.

"Because every change you make has the potential to kill someone, even yourself—"

"...But, I came to the past... to change the future." Harry's tone became tough, even hysterical, "I came here to change my destiny! If I can't do anything, then Why should I come back!?"

"Are you afraid of death, Harry?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, and put his hand on top of Harry's head, like a kind grandfather, "Tell me, Harry, are you afraid of death?"

Harry panted violently, suddenly, he laughed, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his whole body seemed to become full of vitality in an instant, "Gryffindor has never been afraid of any challenge."

"Including death, or even more terrible consequences than death?"

Harry looked directly into Professor Dumbledore's eyes, "As long as the people I love can be happy."

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Everyone is going to bed and it's already curfew.When Harry returned to the bedroom, Peter was rummaging through his pajamas with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hey, Harry, you're really late." Peter greeted him with his toothbrush and ran to the bathroom again.

James sat up from the bed, and asked him mysteriously: "Why have you talked for so long? Professor Dumbledore didn't find us...?"

Sirius was lying on the bed, and slapped James hard on the back of the head, "Come on, our night tour plan is quite secret... unless the snot-nosed person tells the story!?" Sirius also sat up, staring at him with wide eyes. Harry.

"Don't worry, that's absolutely impossible." Harry walked over. He took off his coat, shoes and socks, and squeezed onto James' bed. "Even if I kill me, I will never betray you."

James patted Harry's shoulder excitedly and moved him out of the way, "Enough bro!"

"Hey! There's no room for three in one bed!" Sirius howled beside him.

Harry and James glanced at each other, then at Sirius, "Who said there will be three?"

With a "plop", Sirius fell down.

"...you guys... good, good!" Sirius gritted his teeth and stood up, patted his clothes and went back to his bed.

Remus was woken up, he turned over in a daze, and muttered with a smile: "You're welcome, nephew."

Peter, who just came out of the bathroom, froze for a moment, then turned to look at Sirius, "Since everyone is your uncle, can I also call you nephew?"

Harry laughed unceremoniously. He put his arms around James' shoulders and looked at his relatives in the dormitory. At this moment, he felt happy, extremely happy.

He is willing to give everything for this.

"Harry, I only give you two years. After two years, when you finish your studies, you will go into battle in leather armor and become my soldier."

It's been a long enough time until graduation, and the only thing Harry can't bear is that he has to watch Voldemort's power grow little by little, but he can't do anything.

"Harry, for the past two years, I just want you to be happy and don't care about Horcruxes. I'm here for everything. No one knows what will happen to you when James and Lily's baby is born. Until then, you can always be happy."

Hermione was right, anyone who tried to use time in vain would be severely punished.And what this punishment is, maybe only Merlin knows.

Harry grinned, turned to look at James, said good night softly, closed his eyes, and fell into a dark, sweet dream.