HP leap time

The clock struck twelve, and it was pitch black outside the window, only the faint layers and outlines covered by the faint color of snow.The wind easily rolled up the loose snowflakes on the surface, hit the glass, shattered, and made a small whining sound.

Harry tied a thick red and gold scarf on himself, and skillfully cast a Disillusionment Charm on his body.Before leaving, he thought about it and took out a delicate and smooth silk-like thing from under the pillow, which was his invisibility cloak.

When he was ready, he looked back at the sleeping Ron for the last time, turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

ah!I'm a little nervous!What if Draco really found out?How should he explain it?What if the other person is angry?Harry woke the fat lady softly, left the lounge sideways, and hesitated again at the fork in the road to the observatory.

The hall was pitch-black, surrounded only by the soft breathing of the portrait, and the sound of the robe rubbing against limbs could be heard quietly.Tap, tap, tap... The huge clock is still working, the smooth glass covered with a layer of frost is glowing with a snow-stained silver light, and the gears behind it are staggered and intertwined, pulling and spinning continuously.

The young man ran forward at top speed, the invisible robe was like a tumbling banner behind him.

What if Draco lied to him?An idea popped into Harry's head.It's not that he hasn't done this kind of thing.Harry couldn't help but slow down.

That's okay, at least it will let him breathe a sigh of relief.Raising his head, hesitation flashed in his green eyes, which were immediately replaced by firmness. When did he become such a mother-in-law?

Pushing open the last door, the cold wind immediately invaded every inch of the air, and Harry couldn't help shivering, the white mist he exhaled lingered in the air for a long time, like a slowly fading mushroom cloud.

It was quiet and empty, and the wind whistled back and forth in the Star Observation Tower, bringing a bone-chilling cold.The sky was dark and there were no stars to be seen.

Where is anyone?There is not even a shadow of myself here.

Sudden acid in his heart, disappointment overflowed involuntarily in his body, and the corners of Harry's eyes drooped.ah!It seems to be cheated...

"Excuse me..." A small nail-shaped thing fell from the top of the tower with a crisp sound. It rolled a few times on the ground, twirled and landed beside Harry's feet under Harry's instant tension.

With a whoosh, something fell from the top of the tower.Harry reached out and held down the wand at his waist, looking warily at the dark figure that appeared not far away.

"Draco?" Harry asked coldly, but he had already denied himself in his heart.

He was so stupid, he didn't know whether he was used to An Yi, or his vigilance became less and less vigilant, and he couldn't even figure out such a simple thing.

How could Draco write to him with a napkin?A poor and elegant guy like him did what Ron would do...not to mention that even Ron couldn't write those stupid words...he didn't think clearly, and Harry couldn't help but blame himself.

Sometimes it's really scary. When you worry about something for too long, it will automatically affect your way of thinking. He has been too close to Draco recently, so he can't help it I am afraid that after the other party finds out, I will lose everything.

The boy stood there straight, his wand tightly gripped in his hand.The wind howled past him, splashing snow all over the place.

"You're late." The voice seemed to be muffled in something.

Harry's eyes shrank, it seemed that this was the person who was really looking for him.

A faint silver halo slowly flowed out from the opponent's wand, soft like a thick spring water.It gradually rose and landed in the center of the observatory tower, ups and downs and flickering, like a star that has left its orbit.

"It's you again." The pale light cast a blurred shadow on the figure.

The tall and handsome man in black robe holding the mysterious girl in white gauze appeared in front of him without any sense of disobedience.

The girl raised her head slightly, and turned her face towards Harry as if reacting.

"You're here, why don't you show up?" she said.

"That's good, there's no need to meet." Harry said coldly, standing still.

If he had been surprised by this earlier, he wouldn't have come here in the middle of the night to meet strangers.

"Who is Draco?" the girl asked again, her voice still flat.

Harry began to realize that he had an absolute obstacle to communicating with the other party.He didn't answer, feeling a little uncomfortable and uneasy in his heart, that person was very strange, and there was a feeling that one couldn't help but stay away from it.

"Put me down, Selt." The man frowned imperceptibly, and he bent down to put the girl down.

She staggered in the wind, her emaciated shoulders turned blue from the cold, her neck and shoulders were exposed, and her whiteness almost merged with the hair behind her.

"I can smell you." She tilted her head and said, reaching out her hand to explore Harry, her pupils were as stiff and motionless as ever.

Harry stepped back indifferently, avoiding her hand.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" He was always on guard against the man behind the girl, in his view, the latter was the most dangerous existence.

"Aren't you curious at all?" The girl put down her hands, a few strands of white hair with a silver halo hung down on her chest, looking a little sick. "About me, about you."

Harry was silent.

"We are the same people." The girl raised her head and said proudly. "A powerful person chosen by fate."

Behind her, the man's blue pupils flickered.

"Hey." Couldn't help but chuckle, Harry couldn't help but feel angry, the same person?A person chosen by fate?What muddy water, how could it be the same. "I do not understand what you are saying."

"Your body and soul are repelling each other." The girl's voice suddenly became ethereal, and her pupils were dizzy like whirlpools.

Harry felt the discomfort suddenly intensified, something inadvertently invaded his mind, if the brain defense technique is like a fine net, how could the net be able to hold back when it encounters water!

"Who are you?" Harry raised his wand and aimed it at the girl's forehead.The green eyes were full of anger and disgust. "Stop your snooping."

Harry felt the wand of the man behind her pointed at him as well.

The air suddenly became tense.

"Sorry," the girl said, turning her head away.Harry's discomfort disappeared instantly. "I just accidentally smelled it."

Enough is enough, the ghost knows what these two psychopaths are planning, Harry feels a chill in his heart, he just wants to get out of here now.

Harry backed away slowly, he put down his wand vigilantly and slowly retreated to the head of the stairs.

"Get out of here," he said finally. "I don't need anything like that."

The wind whistled and rolled over, carrying the sharpness of ice slag hidden in winter, it always has its own means to make people in thin clothes feel pain.

"What an unlovable child." The girl shook her head slightly, looking bitter and bitter.

The man behind raised his eyebrows and put away his wand.

With a flash of silver light, the Star Observation Tower went dark again.

Harry scrambled down the stairs, blah blah blah blah...

He hates this feeling, the feeling of being spied on, no one can spy on him!

The boy ran up the stairs angrily, the sound of chaotic footsteps was extremely harsh at night.

He hates this feeling, the feeling of being spied on! He also hates meeting those hateful and powerful people, the more people he can't deal with, the more he will feel his own weakness, and he hates his own powerlessness!

"Who is it!" The portraits in light sleep were woken up and whispered to each other angrily.

"bump--"

Harry fell into the dark, one foot stuck in the crack of the stairs.

"Damn it..." After making such low-level mistakes one after another, Harry slammed his fist on the ground in frustration.

The gentle light flickered in front of his eyes with a calming effect, Harry was startled, and slowly raised his eyelids, the light yellow spots melted into the slightly panicked pupils.

"What would you like to drink?" Dumbledore sat in his grand master's chair, folded his hands, and looked over from behind his semicircular spectacles.

Sitting in the familiar office again, the fire was still roaring, Fox was sleeping on a branch, the folds of his eyelids were stacked one after another, and the whole room was warm yellow.

"Everything is fine."

Harry lowered his eyes and shrugged, the few strands of dull hair curling limply on his head.

"Look at that painting behind you." Dumbledore said, holding a cup of coffee with sugar, smacking his lips.

Harry turned his head inexplicably, and there was a painting hung in a mahogany frame directly above him.

The color of the painting is dim, with large splashes of ink, with a corner of the ancient Roman church as the background, and a few simple strokes outline the magnificence and mystery of the church.The church is surrounded by white doves, and few believers are scattered around.

"In the twelfth century, the Romans built a fort in the southern part of Melrose. This is the church they built out of pink sandstone." Dumbledore looked at the painting in a daze. "It is now in ruins, but its historical value is inestimable."

"Russian wizards rebuilt it in their own country as a prototype and dedicated it to their most loyal prophets." Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Harry to drink the glass of milk with honey. Take a sip.

"Look, the prophets are coming out." He pointed to the painting, looking pleased. "They rarely come out."

Harry looked curiously at the highest carved door of the church, and two maid-like figures slowly opened the door.White doves are flying and floating on the drawing paper...

Three well-dressed young men walked out slowly with the help of two elegant old men, like a British noble family.

Is there anything special about it?Russian nobility?

Another person appeared through the door, and Harry's heart twitched violently, almost spilling the milk.

The thin girl came out surrounded by stars, her platinum hair was scattered like satin, her face was wrapped in layers of gauze so delicately.Apparently, the artist drew her very carefully.

Everyone carefully kept a distance from her, the girl looked out empty-handedly with her head held high, her stiff pupils did not move at all...