HP leap time

He was thrown to the ground hard, and after a burst of dizziness, Harry propped himself up and looked at the empty cemetery in front of him. The wind blew away the moisture of the night, and the mountains surrounding the castle disappeared into the hazy darkness. Now they were standing in front of a necropolis in the dark, a great yew tree and the outline of a chapel beyond could be seen.

In a familiar place that couldn't be more familiar, Harry covered the scar on his head, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, the pain made him sick to his stomach.

"Where is this place?" Cedric walked towards Harry with his feet sprained, looking around with excitement. "That trophy is a portkey, Harry. It's very interesting."

"Get out of here." Harry pinched his arm hard to clear himself up, and he pushed Cedric. "Let's go to the Portkey together!"

"Harry?" Cedric frowned and wiped the stain off his face. "You look nervous."

"Avada Kedavra."

whoosh-

A green light shot towards it from a dark corner!

"Get out of the way!"

Harry's eyes were fixed, and he threw Cedric behind the nearest stone sculpture with a pounce. The green light hit a poplar tree with a cold air and turned into a spot of light. The inside began to rot, layer by layer, and the fallen bark turned to ashes.

"Liar?" Cedric murmured, where he should have been.

As soon as the words were finished, several red rays of light shot from different corners. Harry cast an armor spell, and the spells fell on the stone sculpture one after another. The stone sculpture of an angel holding a musical instrument suddenly became a bit hideous due to damage.

Harry clenched his wand and turned around and threw a few attack spells through the cracks in the stone sculpture's wings, and suddenly several beams of red light shot from different directions.

"Bang!" The falling gravel bounced off Cedric's protective spell.

"This is... seriously, is it? Harry." Cedric gasped.

"Three people," said Harry, adding another protective spell. "They're hiding."

"Listen, Cedric." Harry pressed the other's shoulder, his eyes burning. "Their target is me, the one Voldemort wants to catch is me!"

Cedric's eyes widened.

"I will rush out to lure them away later, and you are ready to use the Flying Curse to grab the door key!"

"No, what about you?" Cedric stopped, his eyes hardening. "I know you're great Harry, but you're at this age after all, I can't and it's impossible to leave you here alone!"

When Harry hesitated, the stone sculpture behind him exploded, and they fell to the ground, choking on ashes, Harry felt a pain in his back, and the gravel and dust covered them.

"It's too late, Cedric!" Harry whispered, coughing a few times. "Go back and bring Dumbledore to save me!"

"No... I have a way to get out of here with you!" Cedric said firmly. "Give me your hand then!"

Harry gave him a deep look, then nodded.

"I count to three."

"one."

There were voices and footsteps behind me. "Are they hit?" "Go and see, Ponte."

"two."

Footsteps began to gather. "There seems to be no movement..."

"three!"

Harry jumped out of the rubble, and Cedric immediately ran in the opposite direction.

"Burning flames."

High-level spells are always eye-catching, and the fire dragon in Harry's hand took shape instantly, and it roared to distract the enemy's attention.

As Harry withdrew his wand weakly, the dragon's eyes opened instantly, and it roared in the air and rushed towards the three Death Eaters who were standing there.

"It's the magic of walking!" someone screamed.

Different spells were intertwined to gradually disperse the fire dragon. With a hoarse cry, the fire dragon turned into a large scattered beam of fire. The light of the fire brightened the cemetery.

Another curse shot through the flames, and a tall and fat Death Eater in black was instantly knocked down by Harry!

"Damn it!" Ponter yelled, casting a spell at Harry. "Cunning fellow!"

"Harry!" Cedric's anxious voice came, and he flew towards Harry, and the trophy was shot with his wand. "Give me your hand!"

Harry turned his head when he heard the sound, and Cedric stretched out his hand straight towards him, his eyes full of firmness and anxiety.

Harry held out his hand to him.

"Soul separation."

A hoarse, snake-like voice came from behind, and a cold light shot into Harry's vest under Cedric's astonished eyes.

Harry's body froze, his pupils full of shock froze in their sockets.

"Harry!" Cedric roared as the Portkey fell into his arms.The body disappeared in place with the twisting of the air.

The wind picked up again and swept across the cemetery, squeezing through every crack of every stone statue.The branches twisted and swayed, and the thin new leaves trembled on them.

"You idiots!" Ponte kicked old Crabbe who was lying on the ground awake. "Quickly get up and cast a protective magic circle around you, and a kid escaped... Do you know what this means? If someone finds it, they can send you to Azkaban for a lifetime!"

After Ponte dismissed the two men, he approached a small tattered chair, and his expression suddenly became attentive. "Thank you master for taking the shot. If it weren't for the master, Harry Potter would have escaped...these cunning bastards..."

In the chair sat an unsightly thing, it looked like a baby, but with a snake-like face, the monster gasped weakly and looked like it was dying.

Voldemort quietly looked at Harry Potter who was bound to the stone sculpture of death, the other party looked lifeless with his head down.

Soul separation is a small spell he created himself. Its effects are far from exaggerated, and its timeliness is also very poor. It is far from being able to harm a person.But it had such a great influence on Harry Potter, Voldemort thought happily, it was because there was a demon hidden in his body, and this demon was created by himself.So, his so-called enemy, the boy who can defeat him in the prophecy is just a puppet, a soul piece container created by himself.

Harry Potter...was just a joke.

He raised his head to look at his loyal servant, who immediately lowered his head courteously, the ugly scar on his face twisted into a hook-like shape.He is a cruel, cunning and treacherous guy, but he did help him a lot. Voldemort thought to himself, the piece of soul in Harry Potter's body is worthy of carrying his own soul, so he can judge the situation and adapt to the situation in an emergency. He found a servant who could really help him.

"Master." Ponte carefully picked him up. "We have to hurry up and start."

Harry originally thought that the separation of his soul was nothing more than what he felt, but when the spell was injected into his body, he realized that the feeling of forced separation was different from the feeling of his own existence.

He felt that magic power was like a cold rope, slipping through the skin from the warm blood vessels into the body, and then tightly bound the body.At this time, he can clearly feel or see every corner of his body, as well as the outside world, the noisy wind, the blue-black hillside, and patches of fire... Voldemort's joy and Cedric's Ke's despair...

The villa not far away lit up lights, and a bunch of sparrows flew further away.

The world seemed to have become strange, and he watched like a bystander.

And that abyss-like crack, the crack that was forced to separate, Harry observed it so clearly for the first time, if it wasn't for this spell, the discord between his soul and body just created a gap, then with this spell, The gap was forcibly widened and it became what it was in front of it.

Soul separation, was Draco like that at the time?

I was tortured to death by this curse...

And everyone just looked at it like that, without any resistance, as if they were forced to participate in the ceremony, and the boy with pale blond hair was the sacrificial offering.

Hatred and sorrow surged from the memories, like light blue sea waves coming from the distant horizon, pulled by icy ropes, coming from another world, can't wait!

Seeing Cedric disappear in place, Harry turned around angrily and raised his hand, the Unforgivable Curse glowing dangerously on the tip of the staff.

Voldemort looked at him almost wide-eyed.

However, it was too late, he clearly felt something in the abyss struggling forcibly, the pain and fatigue multiplied, Harry's hand softened, and the wand fell to the side.

Immediately, Ponte's spell bound him.

Harry felt the thing in his body in horror, the soul piece, the soul piece... really?

From the very beginning, he knew that it was a soul piece. The soul piece in the soul of the previous life had been eliminated, but not in this life.So from the beginning of the incompatibility of the soul and the body, the soul piece is the primary reason, it forcibly hinders the fusion of the two souls, causing a gap.

And after he began to have various hallucinations and various physical phenomena, he realized that the soul piece might be growing, growing in the cracks between souls, absorbing what he needed in the interweaving and fusion of various magic powers to strengthen it.

But he didn't think about it... Harry watched the scarlet smear that was becoming more and more obvious, emerging from the bottomless crack that had been forced wide, with the coldness of winter snow that didn't fit.

There was a mature Tom Riddle standing there, in black robes, in a world only Harry could see, with those scarlet eyes he hated beyond measure.

But he never thought that it would grow to this extent!

"It was forcibly awakened." Tom grinned openly, as if speaking to a third person. "Want to use me to control Harry Potter?"

In fact, there would not be three people here. From the moment he appeared, Harry's body collapsed to the ground, losing control of his body.

No body can accept two conscious souls.

"How long?" Harry asked bitterly.

Tom narrowed his eyes with interest. "I've been inside you since I killed your parents."

Harry clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "I know."

"Ten years have passed in a flash..." Tom said with nostalgia. "I actually turned into two people... This is really interesting. One has gone through untold hardships outside and has become neither human nor ghost, and the other... has slept until now..."

"Oh, no." Tom smiled maliciously. "Sleep until you come into this world."

Harry still had a tense face and didn't say a word, he just looked at him quietly, hiding his hatred behind his eyelashes.

"It's a wonderful world, isn't it?" Tom began to move closer to him, and Harry felt his whole body tingle with every step he took. "It's like you will fly back in time, just like I found a growth environment in the cracks of your soul and was reborn..."

"Actually..." he said, his red eyes were full of sarcasm that almost overflowed, and he lowered his eyes slightly to meet Harry's gaze. "I'm really curious, what have you been through?"

"Want to know?" Harry smiled, grabbing him by the collar. "I tell you!"

"In my world, you died."

"It's completely dead, every Horcrux, every cell, every drop of blood, there is nothing left!" Harry felt great relief seeing the other party's smiling face.

He continued, this time in Parseltongue. "And I'm back here, I will protect those dead souls who were sacrificed in your hands from harm, and then..."

"Kill you again!"

"Totally!" he added hissingly, and then stopped smiling.

The power of the spell began to diminish, and as the cracks continued to shrink, Tom Riddle's body also began to fade.

"It's exhausting." He said dejectedly. "I really look forward to our next meeting, Harry Potter."

"Oh, by the way, say hello to Draco for me." Tom laughed ironically. "He's a smart, sensible boy."

Harry's eyes narrowed sharply in his delighted smile.

"Have you ever come out?" Harry said through gritted teeth. "On Christmas night!"

"In fact I've beaten you twice before you knew it," said Tom.

"The first time..." Harry recalled that summer vacation when he stayed at the Dursleys' house, when he sensed a wave of magic power around him, he sneaked out of the room... and then woke up again. The next morning, when he tried his wand with a spell, nothing strange happened... thought he was just dreaming about going out...

Harry suddenly thought of the accident that Moody and the godfather mentioned, and the various suspicions about the fugitive and the encounter with the mysterious person...

Like falling into an ice cellar, Harry felt cold all over his body.

Are you actually all yourself?As the Dark Lord...that imaginary enemy, the mysterious person, is actually just me, and the source of those chain reactions is only indirectly caused by me...

And Christmas, too, that inexplicable faint, those stolen hours...

Harry was stunned, time and history seemed more difficult to change than imagined, and also more terrifying than imagined...

"So." Tom's voice slowly disappeared, and his body had turned into red light and disappeared into the gap. "Are you sure you can defeat me again?"

"Are you sure you know who you really are?"

The voice kept echoing in his mind, and then smashed against his eardrums with ironic laughter.

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This chapter is super long ww