[hp + night visit] return to the world

The sunlight penetrated the shallow water, touching the pebbles by the river beach gently like long, shiny white fingers.Albus scooped up a handful of clear water and stared blankly for a while, until the red-haired and blue-eyed young image in his hand shattered and slipped away from between his fingers, then he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Albus!"

"I'm here."

Albus replied subconsciously, looking at the place where the sound came from, the blond boy was blowing up like a gust of summer wind, his laughter, movements and demeanor were all unbelievably quick, and the sunlight cast a vivid light on his handsome profile shadows.Now he made Albus narrow his eyes subconsciously just by getting closer.

"I thought you were waiting for me under the tree," Gellert grumbled, but Albus could hear him not being angry. "And you ended up hiding by the river, Aberforth?"

"No." Albus denied, confused. "It's just that it's cooler on the banks."

"Summer," Gellert said, in a voice as mellow as the best mead: "It's the best obfuscation spell in itself."

"Indeed." Albus agreed slowly, his penetrating eyes seemed to become sticky under the direct sunlight, Gellert approached him wantonly, covered his eyes with his hands, and imprinted the kiss on the On his neck and chin and lips, time grows long and meaningless, like a half-melted sorbet.It was difficult for Albus to recall exactly what had happened, his memory and thinking were veiled with ambiguous colors, and his sense of touch was completely opposite.Then, in an instant, time was fast-forwarded again, and he found himself standing in front of his house with the toes of his shoes stuck in the tangled lawn that hadn't been mowed for a long time.He stood there for a while before he realized he wasn't alone.

"What are you hesitating about?" Gellert asked beside him, as if the conversation had never ended, and Albus couldn't remember anything that happened in between.

The blond wizard looked at him tentatively, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was a smile of persuasion, compromise and seduction: "Take a deep breath, Al, it will pass soon. How do you feel now?"

"Not good." Albus stared at the door in front of him and said honestly, "It's weird, I don't feel like I can push it open."

"Don't be silly, Albus." Gellert said casually, "You don't want to see your brother any more than I do, even though it might be the last time I see him in my life."

He opened the door and went in, and Albus cautiously followed into the house. He had a strange premonition, as if something he didn't like was going on in secret. dream.

Aberforth was in the living room, jumping up violently the moment he saw the two of them, with a look of disgust on his face.

"How could you bring him home?!" He ignored Gellert and shouted directly at Albus, Gellert raised his eyebrows, he seemed to be trying to keep silent, but his blue-green eyes inevitably deepened .For some reason, Albus had difficulty taking his eyes off Gellert, not out of actual affection, but out of an indescribable apprehension that something was about to happen to Gellert He knew it, but he couldn't say it. There was a layer between the truth and him, and he was almost about to break through.

Gellert obviously misunderstood his silence, and said calmly, "Listen, Albus, you may not want to talk, and I can help you with that."

He turned to the other creature in the room, eyebrows furrowed critically as if he were dealing with a bug. "Albus and I are ready to go, and we will take Ariana with us if necessary."

Aberforth stood up, with frightening movements, and looked at Albus, a muscle in his cheek twitching. "Let him roll."

"We're just telling you, not asking for your opinion." Gellert said softly, this time they both looked directly at each other, and Grindelwald's blue-green eyes showed a touch of pity: "Do you understand?"

A shower of sparks passed Albus' cheek, and he had to dodge sideways, but Aberforth was already roaring and lunging at Gellert.

"do not!"

He missed the blond wizard, Gellert had already drawn his wand - a red light, his spell was precise and powerful, it was impossible to miss it like Aberforth, but Albus grabbed his hand and forced the spell Break through the ceiling.

"You helped him?" Gellert asked, in disbelief, perhaps a little hurt, if Albus was perceptive: "Albus, you should ask me to teach him a lesson, he's just an ignorant Little boy! He—they, will never understand our cause!"

"I don't need your help!" Aberforth also yelled at Albus. "You and he are on the same side, two crazy people who plan to rule Muggles all day long! You only think about yourself , you can't take her away, she's not in the right situation! You can't take her with you and give some brilliant speeches! It won't work!"

"Cruciate."

At one point, the time was stretched out, the voice was lost, like a black-and-white segment in a long memory, Aberforth writhed on the ground in pain, screaming, staring at his brother and his friend with hatred.

Albus stood on the spot with a pale face, his long convulsive fingers firmly pressed his forehead, he squatted down little by little, the picture was trembling, disappearing and reappearing occasionally, black spots appeared on his hands and collar, and soon spread all over the whole place Tables and chairs, floors, air, flowers, spells, light, finally collapsed.Albus had never felt so vulnerable, and thankfully he could at least feel it, choking his voice into his throat like a struggling animal.

"Al." A voice said, "Take a deep breath and calm down."

"Don't hurt them, come at me...it's all my fault...please..."

"Come on... Al... no one will be hurt, take a deep breath, I promise!"

A ray of light suddenly exploded in the darkness, the previous foreground and objects no longer existed, everything dissipated, and then re-formed.

We stood face to face in the narrow wooden attic, and the slightly shaking tree shadows fell on the window frame, so real and illusory.

"You remember?" I said, speaking a little uncontrollably fast: "We have been forced to repeat this day since we entered this space, no matter what we do her death is inevitable, it seems Like some kind of test, you asked me to try to cast a forgetting spell on you, if you can change this matter by your own choice, then your heart knot will be untied, and we may be able to leave."

"Calm down." Albus repeated my words, holding his forehead, and seemed to be slowly recalling the context of the matter from his chaotic brain.

I am calm.

"So... I failed, and now it's—"

"Yesterday morning," I reminded him, "we're still in eternity."

Albus was silent for a moment: "Why don't you try again? Let's forget each other."

"And stay on this day forever because there's no one to break the spell? I don't mind, at least I had a good afternoon, I'm afraid you don't quite remember, do you? Albus, this predicament has nothing to do with me, I'm not the one to repeat the death of a little girl in my nightmares."

"This is the only chance," he insisted. "The kids need me. They have a chance to go back. When did you start getting timid?"

"Okay, no problem." I said tiredly: "If this is what you asked for, but don't blame me for not reminding you, if you fail, you will stay in your nightmare forever. the concept of!"

"It won't be forever, Gellert," he replied, stroking his long, thin finger, a black spot the size of a fingernail at the knuckle of his index finger, a patch of untouchable nothingness, I know what that means, energy Constantly consuming this fixed spacetime, we will eventually disappear along with the entire Forgotten Space.

"So—" I raised my wand, and he did the same.

"Why are you so sure?" Red light shot from the tips of the two staffs at the same time, and Albus suddenly said, "This is my nightmare, not yours?"

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"This is not England."

"Of course." The vampire had a strange smile on his face, as if he had accidentally opened an unexpected gift: "Cub, we're in New Orleans, America."

Although Harry has never been to New Orleans, he is sure that the United States in the 20th century was not like this. He turned his head and looked at the white and tall manor-style building behind him. Lester and he were standing on the marble wall of this beautiful building. On the steps, I turned back to face the hundreds of black people in front of me, wearing dirty cloth hoods, holding torches and pitchforks, looking fierce and excitable.

"Wow." He said, and found that people shouted in English, mixed with some unintelligible dialects, with vigilance and disgust on their faces, which made him feel very strange: "Wow."

He subconsciously went to get his wand, but found that there was nothing beside him, and Lester just happened to look at him, so the two backed away slowly, slowly, until their backs were close to the door at the same time.

"Unlocked," Harry announced, rubbing the handle behind him.

"I'll count one, two, three." Lester said softly, "Let's go in."

"One—" Lester yelled at the angry villagers (that was the only description Harry could think of), "two—" No three, as if they had agreed in advance, Harry slammed the door open , Lester rushed in, then Harry, and then Lester casually stuck the ax hanging on the wall on the old-fashioned door bolt, and the torches and iron weapons were thrown on the door, making violent noises.

"Where's my wand?" Harry asked, still confused. "Where are we? Where are the others? They're trying to burn this place down!"

The last thing he could remember was the battle at Hogwarts and Voldemort's death. Could it be a dream?Lestat did not answer him, but was striding up the stone steps, crying, "Louis! Louie!"

There was a burning smell in the air, the dry grass around the house had been set on fire by those people, Harry ran through every window, all the flames were burning as far as he could see, his robes were soon soaked with sweat, Just as he was looking for an exit, Louie walked in with a torch.

"Professor Du Lac?" Harry looked at him in astonishment. "Lester is looking for you. Why are you here? I mean - we have to find a way to escape, there are mobs outside!"

"Run away?" Louis smiled nervously. He was wearing a silk shirt with an open chest, and his long dark hair was loosely pulled back with a ribbon. Harry could hear a hint of madness in his tone: "Where are we going? We're already in hell, we've been in it all along."

Laughing and dazed, he lit the silk curtains around him with a torch.

"Are you crazy!" Harry pounced on him, trying to stop him, but his strength was terrifying: "What are you doing?!" He managed to grab the opponent's arm, but Louis' body froze, and he fell backwards. He fell down, revealing Lester who was hugging him behind him, the handsome face of the blond vampire was blackened by the flames, and he looked out of breath.

"This place is a fucking place, come with me," he ordered, picking up Louis, and Harry quickly followed, the fire was already up, scorching their bare skin with almost nowhere to hide.

"It's like a memory here." Harry said, "But I don't understand how the memory can be so real. I don't want to burn to death in a Pensieve I don't know!"

"I don't think you have anything to complain about." Lester said coldly, "I've lived here for a century."

Louis moved, making a faint sound.

"What?" Lester approached, and after a while he looked strange: "Down?"

Harry looked at the marble floor inexplicably and stomped his feet, as if there was a rabbit hole under their feet, and the three of them stepped on the air and fell down in an instant.