HP leap time

"Life is a circle." The white-bearded old man cracked a weak smile, he put the wand on his chest, and stroked it with his fingers.

"Walking around will always lead you back to the starting point."

The Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors stood one after another behind them, like a fortress against the dark enemy.The war in the wizarding world is always mysterious and fast. The black wizard and the white wizard collide again like all mutually repelling magnets, hurting each other, sacrificing, burning, and destroying each other...

"The odds are low, Albus." Kingsley asked in a low voice beside him. "Rumor says you have the Elder Wand in your hand..."

"Not only that." Professor Snape smiled sarcastically. "Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards in history, has been on the decline for a long time... Do you want to test it on the battlefield?"

Kingsley gave Professor Snape an ugly look, and then gave the old man a flickering look.

"Anyway, Albus." He turned to face the growing number of Death Eaters across from him. "This is the last cooperation, and everyone has to go all out... Everyone is looking forward to someone who can subvert the battlefield. If possible, I hope it is you."

It was not until Kingsley left Snape that he moved to Dumbledore's side.

"The winning rate is really low." He took out a small bottle of potion from his robe and handed it to the old professor. Seeing the old man frowning and swallowing the potion, he couldn't help but speak. "Your vitality is also really poor."

"Is it worth it?" he asked again. "Is it worth paying such a high price for the agreement with the prophet?"

You have been going around for so long, and all you got is such a result, is it worth it?

Dumbledore looked down at the wand in his hand, his blue eyes still bright.

"It's really the Elder Wand," he said, rolling his eyes again at the sullen man.

"You didn't answer my question, Albus."

"But its owner is not me..." Dumbledore said to himself. "From the moment the boy returned to this world, the wand changed hands..."

"Severus." He looked up at the other's blank expression for a moment. "Do you know? This is a circle, and time has laid various traps and traps in the circle. If we want to escape this circle, we have to find a way to complete it."

"Why do you want to complete it, can't you escape?"

"Yeah, can't you run away? But what the boy wanted from the very beginning was change, and he never ran away." Dumbledore smiled.

"It's not that time doesn't give us a way out. This circle called opportunity is like the magic bestowed by the gods. It belongs to time and death. If you want to change the impossible, you have to pay the price. And only when you Fill in these loopholes called the price, complete this circle, just like the reorganization of the enclosure, new results and future will be born..."

"If Harry Potter dies in this endless circle..." Dumbledore's eyes darkened. "If the boy who started the game mission without hesitation gave up halfway, then all changes will be corrected, and the damned will not live. It will happen sooner or later."

"Everything remains the same, no one is spared..."

Snape's eyes were full of lingering amazement, and his eyes fell on the elder wand. Is this absurd thing really believable?

What kind of chess game did you play?

"It's worth it." Dumbledore spoke again, smiling at him with his upper body tilted. "Look at me, I'm alive."

"What did you say?"

"Answer your question, Severus." Dumbledore smiled.

……

It was afternoon, and Ron still felt a faint taste of pepper in his mouth. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl beside him. The pale sunlight with dust in it brightened the hair curled up by her ears.

"Cold?" Ron asked her with a wink.

"It's not cold." Hermione shook her head, and she stamped her feet, dirtying the broken ice under her feet.

"Are you afraid?" He asked again.

Hermione looked up at him, her nose flushed a little. "Afraid."

"You shouldn't be standing with me, Hermione." Ron's calm expression quickly collapsed after her words fell. "What happened... I can't guarantee that you won't be hurt... I..."

"I'm not afraid of death, Ron," interrupted Hermione.

"I'm afraid of losing."

Ron's heart moved, and he couldn't help but follow her line of sight and look towards the opposite side.The remnant snow under the feet and the exposed land are like cracked ice cracks on the lake surface, winding and intertwining from all around to the distance, layers of white fog shrouded the colorless sky, covering the distant mountains and the black and white The white forest was covered, and the enemies in black robes appeared out of thin air from the mist like falling raindrops, and surrounded Hogwarts...

"This is Hogwarts... You see, they are concentrated on the opposite side and approaching us along the Black Lake. The Death Eaters have pushed us to this point, and we can no longer retreat." Hermione grabbed him hand, the brain was thinking quickly. "It's very similar to Harry's memory, we stand here, there is no way to retreat, there is a tree here, the difference is that the leaves have fallen, and the branches are covered with ice and snow..."

"Are you still thinking about those damn memories?"

"Yeah, I've always cared about those memories." Her brown pupils glowed.

"Because it always comes back."

When Voldemort appeared, the clock at Hogwarts struck exactly three times, and the reverberation lingered in the air for a long time.

"I thought you had already figured it out." After being amplified, the voice was harsh and cold like countless sands rubbing against the glass. The robe behind Voldemort surged and turned into substance, accompanied by dense death-eating The gangsters stood behind Voldemort as if they were gearing up.

"Our lineup is far less powerful than the enemy's." Lupine said through gritted teeth.

Yes, the weakness of the Order of the Phoenix in this life is even more obvious. As the war continues to prolong, Voldemort has already unknowingly strengthened his own power.

"But we still have Dumbledore." Neville's voice came from the side. "He...Professor McGonagall...and Kingsley...Aurors, here are all Aurors..."

"Yes, everyone is here, there is nothing to be afraid of." Someone responded to him.

"You are embarking on a road of no return." Dumbledore murmured looking at the other side.

……

"No one will surrender here, Voldemort!" Moody roared. "Take your wicked scum to death!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors roared, courage enveloping them like cobwebs intertwined in the air!No one here is afraid of death!

The war was on the verge of breaking out, Voldemort's scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands were suddenly lowered with the joy gradually spreading on his face, and the Death Eaters behind him swarmed like locusts crossing the border!

Without too much negotiation and confrontation, Voldemort's patience has long been wiped out by his inflated self-confidence and protracted war.

And accidents always happen at critical moments.

"It's like history repeats itself..." Hermione choked out behind the tree.

"Gu..."

A sharp hiss came from the sky, accompanied by the huge roar of magic power intertwined and blasted in the wind.

The battlefield is already in a tense and explosive situation. The light on the soldiers' wands is concentrated on one point, one by one, like a spark that is about to be ignited, and it is still spreading, spreading...

"He never chose to run away." Dumbledore's words echoed in Snape's mind, and he squeezed the wand tightly in his hand. They were Lily's children, and they always had special kindness and courage to this world.

The white eagle was so different, the magic power on it surged like a raging ocean wave.

The speed is also amazing, falling to the ground like a meteor.With a click, a large piece of fire and shattered ice and snow were splashed.It's like a welcome ceremony, when the beast and the beast are about to bite each other.

Everyone's breathing paused for a moment, until the magic fire was exhausted in the falling ice.

The Boy Who Lived came out of it with a vicious aura all over his body, the wand in his hand was tightly held in his hand, his back was straight, and his robe was fluttering behind him like waves.

Those red eyes... were full of anger and indifference that could not fade away!

"Harry Potter!" Someone yelled loudly, and it was unknown who started to panic suddenly, and the whispers became louder and louder.

"Harry Potter..."

"Harry... Potter..."

"Harry..."

……

Some were shocked, some panicked, some wept...

Harry can clearly perceive everything, just like he can perceive the magic power surging in his body, the overlapping of the magic power of the two worlds, the increase of the power of the soul piece, and the majestic vitality...

"You're back?" Voldemort said, before a smile could creep up his mouth, his body suddenly stopped.Nagini climbed off his body in an instant, and swam madly towards the boy in the center of the battlefield, as if he was attracted by something bigger.

Voldemort's complexion changed drastically, and he looked at the boy with greater hostility. He could clearly perceive his own existence in that body, which was clearly himself!But now he can't see through it at all!

"No, Nagini." He hissed in the language of snakes, but it was too late, and everyone could see the loyal snake crawling from the skinny boy's ankles all the way to his lumbar spine, and then from his Chest slides...

A smile appeared on the corner of Harry's mouth, and the smile slowly rose from his eyes.

He grabbed the snake's head, pressed his fingers evenly on its upper and lower jaws, and then violently!The magic power kept jumping like lightning between the fingers, and the snake's body began to twist desperately under the eyes of everyone. It was Nagini's silent struggle!

"Pfft..." The snake's head shattered in his hands, and with the sound of gasping around, the pitch-black big snake instantly began to shatter like breaking ice, and its body gradually shattered and turned into blue-gray smoke...

Looking at the snake that had turned into ashes, Harry felt a burst of joy in his heart. He came here in a hurry for revenge and to kill Voldemort!The purpose is to prevent the last war... The purpose is, when he was still Harry Potter, when Cecilia's remaining abilities could still help him control the soul consciousness in his body, before he had to meet When his own death, he can wantonly burn!Burning and falling into hell with the enemy!

"Who are you?" Voldemort staggered a few steps, looking at the boy with a grim expression.

"Is it an enemy or a friend..." Stringer shook his head.

"Harry..." Hermione covered her face.

"Who is that..." Sirius looked at Dumbledore in horror, he is not Harry Potter, he is not...

……

"Harry Potter." The black-haired young man spoke in a clear voice without any hesitation.

He said, Harry Potter, he is Harry Potter.

His arm was raised high in full view of the crowd, and the tip of his stick was blazing with fire.

There was a flash of malice in Harry's eyes.

"Fight me, Voldemort."