HP leap time

"Time is like a long, endless river, passing through the bottomless darkness mighty and mightily, it is dazzling, vast and vast..."

"You can't see it, and you can't touch it, but it's right next to you..." Professor Trelawney poked her head out of the thick brown scarf, and the big silver earrings on her ears collided with each other.

"Look at the crystal ball in your hands... imagine what it looks like..." she said pretending to be mysterious. "Want to change the future? You can change the future by changing the time..."

"Cheap time..." Ron muttered, fiddling with the crystal ball in his hand, trying to make it stand on the table without a stand. "However, I can only see my own projection forever..."

Everyone was fiddling with the things in their hands, pretending to understand what Professor Trelawney meant.

"There's no class in the afternoon, shall we go to Hagrid's?" Ron whispered into the black-haired boy's ear. "Harry?"

"I'm sorry, Ron." The boy said without looking up, wiggling the delicate cufflinks on his sleeves intently. "I have a date today."

"Merlin! Dude!" Ron couldn't bear it anymore, he slammed the crystal ball on the table, making a muffled sound. "This semester is almost over, can't you tell me who your secret lover is?"

The sound disturbed half of the students in the classroom, and everyone looked over here as if having fun.

"Merlin's briefs..." Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva, showing an expression of swallowing gill grass, and watched Professor Trelawney look this way in that weird brown-red robe.

Fortunately, Miss Lavender seemed to have a lot of questions she wanted to ask, so the professor stopped there.

Continuing, Ron leaned down trying to find the other party's line of sight.

"Some things need to be explored by yourself, Ron, it's boring to tell you directly." Harry raised his head helplessly and smiled mysteriously. He stroked the glass ball in his hand. "You see, Hermione never asks me."

"I guess she already knew." Ron said dejectedly, frowning. "She knows everything..."

"Then why didn't you ask her?" Harry asked amusedly.

"It's not that I haven't asked!" Ron's face flushed with shame and anger. "Every time she would say, far away in the sky, close in front of her eyes... Then she looked at me with the eyes of a mentally retarded person, as if I was a giant monster!"

Harry raised his eyes pretending not to.

"Oh! Close your eyes! Harry." Ron pushed him angrily. "You definitely did it on purpose!"

Harry giggled, looking out of the window through the tail of Ron's hair, which had turned pale red in the sun.

Not a single white cloud can be seen in the blue sky, the gray-blue distant mountains are shining under the sunlight, and there are also new green leaves on the branches...

Everything is as good as ever, everything is alive and well.

The familiar big white bird flew past.

"Om..."

It was like a bell was ringing, and the long ending echoed in my mind for a long time...

My heart froze, and then slowly cooled down.

The colors in front of my eyes began to fall off in pieces, and the patterns began to distort until the world became blurred like a mess.

With his whole body tensed, Harry bit his tongue hard. The pain ranged from far to near, from small to severe. As his vision gradually recovered, the consciousness in his mind gradually became clear.

It's like waking up from a dream, but the body is sore and numb as if reorganized.

"Mr. Weasley?" Professor Trelawney had arrived in front of Ron at some point, and she looked at Ron passionately, expecting a perfect answer from him.

"I saw... the Milky Way... yes... dots, fireflies, and dewdrops..." Ron's uncertain murmur sounded in his ears.

"Huh..." Harry panted carefully, his heart beating violently.Ignoring the faint smell of blood in his mouth, he hung his head tightly to hide the terrible expression that might appear on his face.

It was just a moment ago, and cold sweat had already spread all over his body, and his heart suddenly felt empty, as if he had just passed through a hundred dementors...

"Then Mr. Potter..." The familiar and expectant eyes looked over.

Harry hastily picked up the crystal ball, racking his brains to think of adjectives to deal with.

So he glanced at the glass ball casually.

An icy scarlet...

The heart stopped abruptly for a second.

In the crystal ball...

"Bang!" Harry smashed it to the ground like an electric shock, and the glass ball smashed into pieces on the lantern stand.

Some girls screamed in fright, the classroom was quiet for a few seconds, and then became agitated again.

"Sorry..." Harry tried to calm the panic in his heart, and he knelt down to observe it carefully.

The crystal balls were broken in different sizes, and they looked crystal clear through the sunlight shining through the window.

Harry looked in, but this time there was nothing but countless reflections of himself.

Did you read it wrong?Or are you too nervous?

"Harry?" Ron took his arm, showing a struggling expression. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine..." Harry turned his head and grinned, "Just now, maybe... I was just scared."

"Sorry Professor."

Apparently, Professor Trelawney seemed to know something secret, her hands flicked in the air stiffly.The eyes were magnified by thick lenses, fixed on his face like two light bulbs.

"Time..." She pretended to speak, and the pendants on her ears rattled. "You changed it..."

"Death..." She looked at those fine crystal particles and trembled. "Unknown..."

Lavender and the girls around him all exclaimed, and looked at Harry standing against the backlight.

"Here we go again." Ron's face looked as bad as Harry's, and he pulled Harry back to his seat and whispered in his ear. "Don't bother with that old madman."

I should have dropped this class with Hermione by now...

Harry didn't take her words to heart, but he was still lost in thought.

Now the feeling of suddenly falling into memories is becoming more and more frequent, almost irregular, anytime, anywhere, and not affected by emotions.

But the good news is that he is at least in the main position in this battle. When he can stabilize his emotions and fight hard, he won't sink too deep, and the impact will be relatively reduced.

However, the matter of destroying the soul piece must be hurry up, Harry gritted his teeth secretly, he didn't want any accidents to happen...

Harry glanced solemnly at the shards of glass on the ground, and suddenly recalled the vast and vast silver river in his mind, which seemed brilliant and illusory, yet captivating and untouchable.

time?

The white bird flies past the window through the sunlight and flies away, never seeming to stay.

Time never stands still.

The afternoon sun shines brightly across the entire grassland, and looking down from the tall lighthouse, the entire castle is covered with a layer of gold.

Draco plucked the feathers of the big bird beside him boredly, paused with the hand holding the quill, thought for a while and drew a few strokes smoothly on the parchment on his leg.

"Gulu Gulu..." Bai Diao's throat hissed.

"Hold on for a while, Scarhead." The pale blond-haired boy lazily adjusted his sitting posture, and then leaned back on the Hardwood-style carved wool chair. "I'm almost done."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Diao bared his teeth angrily, his figure changed, and he trembled twice, a thin black-haired boy stood there neatly.

"Tsk." Draco frowned and made a displeased sound, for the chair he lost.

"When did you study so hard?" Harry shook his numb limbs and looked at the boy who was slowly putting the parchment into his robe.

"As an excellent pure-blood, it cannot be tolerated..." Draco stopped talking, and tolerated someone walking in front of him all the time...

Seeing Harry's curious gaze, his tone became mocking. "I can't tolerate any flaws in myself."

"Perfectionist." Harry snorted twice, looked at him with his chest folded, and sat down next to him in a dawdling manner.

Just as his hand was about to rub it secretly, Draco spread his fingers triumphantly.

What are you looking at?Harry squinted, his white fingers gleaming in the sun.

Suddenly, the light became bigger and bigger, his eyes lit up, and the magic power in his hand became more concentrated. With the wave of his palm, the compressed light suddenly became sharper.

"Wow..." Harry was a little surprised, and the light hit the corner, splashing a burst of debris.

Sure enough, the magic power of the purebloods is inherently strong and unique, so they can easily cast magic without a stick.Even if the magic power of my two lifetimes is superimposed, powerful and majestic, but losing the magic wand is just a useless person on the battlefield.

Draco's ability to use such attack magic at this age is also extremely good.

The young man next to him was obviously delighted by the exclamation, and the pride in his eyes almost overflowed. This was something he had just learned, and the effect was as expected.

"No surprise, a simple wandless spell."

It was only then that Harry realized slowly that he had inadvertently lifted that smug little peacock to the sky.

That's great, everyone is working hard.

Harry turned around, ignoring the other's displeased expression, and leaned the back of his head on Draco's shoulder, then crossed his legs comfortably, feeling the sun shining on his face.

comfort, tranquility...

Enjoy the happiness stolen from time.