[HP] Born to be a pair

"This timeline is not quite right," Renee frowned and tapped the time switch with her index finger, making a crisp sound, "Maybe I should turn it around again."

"You—you—what's the matter with you?!"

Neville yelled in a broken voice, not even daring to look down at the lifeless and bruised face.

"You died in the future! There will be Death Eaters invading Hogwarts in the future! How could this be? What about Harry and the others—"

"Don't always be Harry!" She clicked impatiently, "Heroes always rush ahead, including you."

"What?" Neville stared at her, "How...how can you face these things so coldly? You...you already knew?"

He suddenly realized something, and pointed to Renee with some horror: "Did you know that you would die? You are also a prophet? Just like Professor Trelawney—"

"Oh! God! I'm not a prophet, and I don't know any prophecy or divination... Neville! Calm down!"

There were chaotic footsteps coming from the depths of the corridor, and there were a few jinxed voices among them. Renee didn't know who it was, but they couldn't stand here now-being shot like two living targets. middle.

She quickly grabbed Neville by the collar and pulled him back into the shadowed alcove. Fortunately, Neville was so frightened that he could only collapse on the ground, and she easily pushed him back into the shadow.

"I...we have to help them," Neville gasped in shock, watching several green-faced students being chased by a terrifying werewolf, "the past cannot be changed...but we can protect these in the future people!"

"No, you can't," Renee said coldly, turning the hands faster, "because that's not the future, it's the past—to be precise, my past."

"Varied--"

Neville's confused and terrified face spread out in front of her eyes, and seemed to merge into the surrounding color blocks that melted like ice cream. The ear-piercing buzzing sound rang in her ears again, until it stopped after a few seconds, and she gradually Soothes furrowed brows.

"I didn't even know there was such a group," said Renee, with her nutty brown curly hair, curiously. "How long have you been in it? What have you learned?"

"I've been a fan of Harry Potter ever since the portrait told me last year that he drew the sword of Gryffindor and slew the second-year Chamber of Secrets monster,"

Teri Boot, who was walking side by side with her, opened her hand exaggeratedly, and put it on her shoulder as if unintentionally,

"Michael joined first, he was dating Ginny Weasley, and he asked if we wanted to go, so I thought - hey! Why not?"

Long-haired Renee glanced at his hand, covered her mouth and laughed: "I joined in the middle, will it make them difficult?"

"Of course not!" Terry Boot said quickly, "We always want to have as many members as possible, and I have already mentioned it to Potter."

"Oh... Terry, you are so kind. I didn't expect you to have such a good friendship with Harry Potter."

"After all, we also fought against each other during training—to tell you quietly, he didn't catch my disarming spell at all!"

Soon the distance between the two became closer, and they hugged each other intimately and walked upstairs from the stairs.

"Uh," the short-haired Renee lifted the disillusionment spell on herself and Neville who were leaning against the wall, and looked at the slate dome with some embarrassment, "This is the first time I've tried to flirt with a boy, don't be picky."

Neville's face was frighteningly black, but he was obviously more concerned about another matter: "Didn't you join the DA with me in the Pig's Head? Why do you need to be with Terry Boot now?"

"This is the secret I want to tell you," Renee hesitated and turned to look him in the eyes,

"I was going to find a chance to break this curse before I told you, but—well, actually, what you just saw, my death and my date with Terry... are my past, even my The date with him was a little later than the death."

"I don't understand, if you're... dead, dead, how can you go back to fifth grade with him?"

"Back! By the way, thank you, that's what it means - back to the past... I think there seems to be a curse on me, so that I will always die before my 17th birthday in seventh grade.

Then I went back to the life I had experienced once, and continued to go to the ordinary life of death step by step.

Like my first death—the one you just saw, the one I got hit by the Killing Curse, that took me back to before school started in this timeline we're in. "

At that moment, Neville stared straight at the understated Renee's face, showing the expression that often appeared in Potions class and couldn't grasp the point.

"I've died three times already, Neville, believe me," Renee started to twist the pointer again, but her fingertips turned strangely white,

"If Hogwarts could offer a course on 'Experiencing Death,' I would be a well-deserved professor."

"Three times?!" Neville gasped in shock, "Every time...is it like a death curse?"

There was sudden pity and cherish in his tone, but it made Renee a little uncomfortable. She opened up her secret not because she wanted his pity, but because she had to do so.

This made her feel even worse.

"Not every time . . . twice," Renee said perfunctorily.

"I'm going to have to fumble with this pocket watch now...Listen, Neville, I'm sorry if we see my death again in a while - because it must be ugly, but I hope you don't rush out again, we You have to turn the needle immediately to get out of there, and I don't want to leave you in the past."

Wondering if Neville couldn't immediately digest such unreasonable news with huge information, he calmed down, walked towards her numbly, put his hand on her shoulder lightly, and waited for the next time teleportation to arrive.

Renee glanced at his dazed and painful expression out of the corner of her eye, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm used to it anyway."

Maybe Renee shouldn't have said that, because as soon as their legs hit the ground, several sharp rocks flew past Renee's face, and Neville quickly rushed forward and pinned her to the ground. At the same time, he drew out the magic wand in the robe and pointed it at the only figure not far away.

"Ah, it's all right now." Renee rolled her eyes, and quickly stretched out her hand to grab Neville's collar to pull him down. The two of them took a pile of ruins as cover, avoiding the beams that were strafing everywhere.

"No—" Terry Boot wailed in pain, and he rushed to another pile of ruins, trying to scrape away the gravel and stones with his bare hands, "Renee! Renee!"

When Neville heard the name, he moved his ears. The unusually silent man suddenly jumped up and crawled on the edge of the ruins. A pair of dull blue eyes seemed to see the people buried under the ruins through Terry's body.

"Oh, I suggest you don't look at it," Renee waved her wand casually, repelling more than a dozen densely packed eight-eyed spiders. Her eyes remained behind the pocket watch in her palm, but she kindly reminded him, " The second time I died, I seemed to be crushed to death, it must be very scary."

"How could you do this?" Neville's calm voice trembled a little, "You don't seem to care about your own death at all... You, you won't be resurrected forever, will you?"

"I really don't care about my life, it's just that... the past death will no longer affect my thinking, because it's all failure before success - if you have hope to live, you still care Have you ever died before?"

"You know how to break this curse? You already know?!"

"That's right, but...uh, well, hold on to my hand, Neville, I've made two turns this time, and I hope we can go straight back to our own timeline."

A gust of wind came from the Forbidden Forest, making a single wild, deep, galloping sound, and the bleak white moon shone coldly on the airtight dome of leaves, shining the frantic shadows of the trees on the ground, as if turning May Dripping into winter.

"I——this—what?!" Renee was stunned. She stared in disbelief at the figures walking into the Forbidden Forest not far away one after the other. One was wearing a black robe and was sneaky; the other Wearing tattered Muggle clothes, followed behind the former.

"About that curse..." Neville didn't seem to care where he was at all, instead he stared at her and muttered, "If you need my help..."

"I'll talk about that when I go back—God Merlin Jesus Mary, there must be one of us who is the most unlucky person in the world—"

Renee looked a little flustered at this moment, she quickly grabbed Neville and hid behind a big tree, trembling all over, trying to adjust the pointer at the fastest speed, but her fingers kept trembling because of the coolness coming from her back, This made her even more irritable than usual,

"—and in view of the fact that I can come back to life when I die—which, by the way, is a blessing in disguise—that unlucky man is you, Neville! My God!"

"How do you say that?!" Neville immediately retorted, but quickly withdrew his barbed tone and said angrily,

"I'm sorry, Renee...for everything, your death, your resurrection, your curse...I pushed you down the stairs! I'm the worst, unluckiest person in the world."

Ah, Neville's fear and guilt erupted, and it spread enough to counteract the questioning and anger at the notepad.

Renee thought briefly and vaguely, but obviously now is not the time to stick to these things, the mysterious person may be nearby!The fact almost made her scream.

She felt her heart beating faster, then withered, frozen/turned to stone in the eerie shadow of the Forbidden Forest, her hands shaking unbearably, and finally caught Neville's attention.

"You...what's the matter with you?" He asked hesitantly.

"Come here!" Renee seemed to be waiting for him to speak, and she immediately threw the Time Converter into Neville's arms,

"Quick! It's very dangerous here, I only have one last chance left, I don't want to waste it in the past - turn one and a half times, or two times, or three times, in short, we have to leave quickly!"

Neville was caught off guard and stuffed into a cold pocket watch. Renee's urging was like the annoying sound of the second hand moving, infinitely amplified in his ears.

He twisted the pointer nervously and frantically, not even asking why it was the last chance.

"Wait, you seem to be taking the wrong—"

A glaring white light exploded in front of their eyes. At that moment, Renee seemed to have really seen heaven—but it was unreasonable, she was a witch, and the god or person she believed in should be Merlin. Is the consciousness left behind after entering the church at work?

Gradually, the white light turned into a piece of warm and soft sunlight, shining gently on her eyelids, Renee seemed to smell the most reassuring smells——steaming fruit meringue pie, green spruce trees in summer, Humid air characteristic of London.

"Uh...my body hurts..." Neville's complaints sounded beside her, causing Renee to break free from her mental fantasy.

She opened her eyes immediately, got up from the ground against the soreness around her eyes, looked around vigilantly and found that they were back in Primrose Lane in London, and according to Amelia Hawke who had just closed the door and came home , they go back to the initial time period.

"Here it is again," Renee's heart started pounding again, only this time not as flustered and frightened as before,

"Is this a hint? Maybe I... I can't prevent that from happening... but I can... find out why it happened."

"Renee Hawk!" Neville had never looked so serious, he was a little haggard, but more firmly said, "Tell me your curse and how to break it, I want—I must— —I will definitely help you!"

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Chapter fifty! ! !