HP leap time

The moonlight was light outside the window, and the night was hazy. Harry hugged his knees and looked out. Through the dark corner of the castle, he looked at the pale golden film around the dark plants.

That is the ancient magic circle, the last guarantee left to future generations by the Hogwarts giants, it can protect Hogwarts from harm to the maximum extent.

He struggled to look outside the magic circle, and he could see the rustling forest and the endless wasteland outside the film.

Through the rolling woods, where the lights are full of lights, tents and rough bases gather one after another like mushrooms.

So close, the enemy seems to be stationed outside the mask.

Harry thought that they could have put all their eggs in one basket and spent a lot of money to break through this ancient defense and end this terrible war situation earlier, but they didn't.

The Dark Lord chose to lie dormant.

Voldemort's previous convictions told him that his life was more important than everything else, and the several Horcruxes he was proud of were almost exhausted. The so-called transcendence of life and death has become less true.

This was something he was afraid of and couldn't bear, and until today's official battle, his confrontation with the boy told him that his own life was threatened in a real sense, and the outcome of this war would be out of his control, so He chose to endure.

Harry's head was hurting so much that it was about to split open, but it wasn't the pain of the scar, the scar no longer hurt anymore, the part of the soul in his body was crushed by Voldemort himself just today, and Harry knew that Voldemort was very There may have been a great backlash, and the victory had been divided [-]-[-] by then, leaving only a weak Voldemort and a snake with a soul piece, and the other Horcruxes had been destroyed.

But the angry Voldemort didn't put all his eggs in one basket. Instead, he led the Death Eaters to retreat instead of attacking rashly.

Although this gave everyone time to breathe, it also brought a strong sense of crisis to everyone.

It's like a poisonous snake is on the side, ready to go.

It will run into everyone's sorrow and fear, and consume blood and courage.

The situation can be reversed at any time.

The war would become impossible with Voldemort's recovery and Hogwarts' despair.

Voldemort is too cunning, his impulsiveness and madness have been tempered and retracted freely through repeated struggles.

Not even giving the enemy any chance to get close to him, even though he already had the Elder Wand.

What he wanted was a victory without any suspense, and what he wanted was to completely destroy the traps and subtle tricks that Dumbledore had set for him during his lifetime.

Today is too long, as if a lifetime has passed, this castle is full of people lying everywhere, including Aurors, professors, old members of the Order of the Phoenix, and students... They are either tired and falling into a dream, or weeping Touch your loved ones.

They are all warriors who are unwilling to bow to the black forces, but today, they seem to be crushed, and no one has thought about how cruel a real frontal battle is.

No one can bear unchangeable painful things without changing their faces.

The bloody wounds, the death of a loved one, the small hope of victory, the frightened eyes of the children...

"Harry?" came the voice behind him, and Harry turned his head to look, and the simple movement caused an exasperating pain in his head, and Harry narrowed his emerald eyes.Oh, the bloody aftereffects.

"Hermione? Are you still awake?" The brown-haired witch walked to him, sat down next to him, then raised her head and gave him a comforting smile, which Harry forced back.

"I can't sleep, too many things have happened, you know, it's hard for everyone to fall asleep." Hermione continued with a sigh

"Harry, you tell me." She looked at him with worried eyes. "Are you okay? I mean, you've been through a lot today, about the... soul piece inside you"

"Of course I'm fine! You see, it's gone completely, and we've beaten him again." Harry blinked and pointed at the scar on his forehead with feigned relief. "I think it looked pretty strong back to Voldemort, You see, we were alone and weak at the time, but he was so weak that he couldn't even catch a few of us."

"We also have to thank Ron for his god-calling guard, I guess that was his best performance." Hermione crossed her legs and smiled. "But you are really messed up today. You went to find Voldemort alone. If Ron and I hadn't followed quietly, what would you do if something happened to you?"

"Dear Hermione, don't you think I'm fine? Don't worry anymore, I won't do this next time, and I won't hide anything from you again, I promise!"

"Hopefully, you always have a lot of your own decisions to make."

Harry was a little bewildered when he saw the red eyes of the other party.

They were silent for a while, and the cool wind outside the window moved the red railings, which moved slowly in the air.

"Ron... are you okay?" Harry rubbed his head without leaving a trace, the pain did not ease in the slightest.

"He's with Mrs. Weasley, she can't accept Fred's leaving..." Hermione lowered her head sadly, her eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm sorry..." Harry said painfully, holding her hand, "I'm sorry about the Weasleys..."

He couldn't forget how Fred lay there, and there would never be a smile on his face again.

"It's not your fault, Harry, and Ron didn't blame you either. This war is too cruel, and no one can take away all the mistakes!"

"But I have implicated them, George's injury, and Fred's death, Professor Snape, Lupine... They all worked hard to protect me! But I am nothing, I am not the savior, I am nothing, they It’s all the same that my life is the most important thing! It’s me who hurt them, let them down! I didn’t do anything well…” Harry hardly knew what he was talking about, he felt his headache was about to burst, and his sadness was suppressed It's almost impossible to breathe. "Voldemort is still in this world, breathing the same air as us."

"You can't think like that! Harry!"

Hermione held his hand tightly, looking pained and surprised.

"Harry?" A familiar voice came, "Aren't you asleep yet?" Ron hesitantly opened the door and came in. He looked terrible, his hair was as messy as Harry's.

"No..." Harry stood up and looked at him guiltily. "I'm sorry, Ron..."

"No one can avoid it, can they?" Ron's voice was very hoarse and weak, his eyes were dull and full of fatigue. "Mum finally fell asleep, I want to come and see you, you look terrible, Harry."

"Ron!"

"Thank you for coming," Hermione exclaimed in small surprise, and hugged him tightly, sobbing on his shoulder.

Harry watched them silently.

There has never been much talk between them. Friends who have experienced so much life and death always have a surplus of forgiveness and friendship.

"Harry?"

Ron smiled in relief, and stretched out a hand to Harry with red eyes. Harry looked at them, the warmth in his heart was flowing, and his nose was sore.

Immediately he joined in the hug, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of his friend.The moonlight shone on them clearly, and they comforted each other.

"Hey, look what I saw!" A disgusted laugh sounded from the window sill.

The bodies of the three trembled violently, and they quickly separated. They pulled out their wands tacitly and pointed at the source of the sound.

When Harry saw who was coming, his pupils shrank sharply.

Draco Malfoy!

No one will have the same light blonde hair anymore.

Malfoy leaned easily against the window sill, not even holding a wand in his hand, as if he was going to deal with them with his bare hands.

"Malfoy!" growled Ron, his face contorted in rage, and a Binding Charm shot at Malfoy from his wand.

"Wait!" Hermione exclaimed almost at the same time.

But it was too late.Harry only saw Malfoy dodging vigorously, and the binding spell hit the window sill accurately.

"No level, Weasley!" The damned Death Eater was still provoking.

"Scum! Malfoy!" Ron raised his hand again, and Hermione rushed to hold him sharply.

"Wait! Ron! Don't be impulsive!"

"What are you doing, let me go! Hermione!" Ron protested.

"Is this the strength of your idiot three-person team?" Malfoy's eyes were full of disgust, "Potter?"

"It's impossible for you to come in!" Harry said calmly, without putting down his wand, he glanced at the magic circle outside, it was still in good condition, and the night showed a peaceful atmosphere.And there were members of the Order of the Phoenix just across the door, so they were safe, and it was the other party who should feel terrified.

"Whatever you're here for, hand me your wand first!" Harry ordered.

"Of course, I came in for a reason, and! I won't hand you the wand." Malfoy said smugly, raising his head. "It's you who should put down your wands! You stupid Gryffindors!"

Then Malfoy drew his wand.

At the same time, he was hit by Ron's unexpected Binding Curse.

Facing Hermione's reproachful eyes, Ron shrugged and looked at Malfoy, whose limbs were bound on the ground, and said

"That's the only way we can have a good conversation, isn't it?"

Harry picked up his wand under Malfoy's angry eyes, well, he's got two wands from the other party so far, it's funny, when will he be able to open a Malfoy brand store.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and Hermione understood immediately.

She got up and checked the room and outside to make sure no one else was there, then cast a few ignore and silence spells at the door.

Harry and Ron lifted Malfoy onto a chair.

hiss-

Malfoy whispered, "Damn Potter, you touched my wound." Harry quickly withdrew his hand, his fingers were sticky and blood-stained.

"I'm sorry." Harry apologized, but it sounded insincere.

"I don't know what you want to get by breaking in alone?" Harry asked sarcastically.

Draco Malfoy just lowered his eyes, looked weak, and laughed at himself.

"It's as if you can give me whatever I want. Then share with me what the principal left."

"What are you, why did you give it to you?!" Ron took out his wand, and pointed the tip of the wand at his face with a ferocious expression.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded him. "Don't argue until things are cleared up, okay?"

Ron glanced at her and withdrew his hand angrily.

"Hehe, you are not as calm as a Muggle, you really deserve the shame of being a pure-blood."

"Malfoy!" Harry stopped the two friends from glaring at him. "Are you here to quarrel?"

Malfoy looked at him, curled his lips, and began to speak with a serious aristocratic accent.

"I am Dumbledore's man, Saint Potter."