HP wanders to the end

Chapter 003

Back home exhausted, Harry spread out on the sofa, not wanting to move, and unable to move.

Chased him to Godric's Hollow, but found nothing.Harry searched every possible corner, but only retrieved one fiery red feather.

This feather will have colorful light in the sun, and it feels warm when you touch it.

Harry thought it was Fox's feather, but he didn't see Fox.

As it should be, since Headmaster Dumbledore died, Fawkes was gone.It is also willing to go back to Godric's Hollow, probably to come back to see the Dumbledores.

Why do you chase after you when you hear the news?

Harry himself couldn't tell.

The phoenix is ​​a magical creature, what will happen after he really finds Fox?

What would he say to Fox?

Harry couldn't be sure of his real purpose, nor could he predict his behavior, he just thought of it and went.

"Little Master Harry, why did you come so early today?" Kreacher appeared in front of Harry strangely.

Harry's recent behavior is a bit abnormal, and Kreacher has to pay more attention to Harry.

"Uh... um... I have something to do, so I'll be back first." Harry perfunctory.

Kreacher could see that he was applying medicine, so Kreacher's long-lost venomous tongue also started.

"Master Harry is exactly the same as that naughty son, always can't work well."

"Old Kreacher doesn't need any explanation from the little master, he's just a house elf anyway."

"..."

Harry already had immunity to Kreacher's swearing, but he got a headache, got up on his own, said "I'm tired, let's rest for a while" and ran upstairs to the room.

After a brief wash, Harry threw himself on the bed.

He was indeed a little tired. As soon as he got on the bed, Harry's eyelids became heavier.

Harry buried his head on the pillow, twisted|body, tilted his head, and he saw Fox's feather on the bedside table again.

Reaching for the feather, Harry sank into the bed, staring at the feather with emerald green eyes, but couldn't see anything special.

It's just that the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Harry struggled hard, but he still couldn't resist the call of the sleeping god.

Holding the feather in his hand, Harry fell asleep very quickly.

It's that dream again.

The sky was covered with white fog, and Harry couldn't see the way ahead.

He was lost in the mist.

Harry thought he was going to walk in the fog again for a long time, but he still couldn't find his way out.And when he got up, he would be exhausted again.

His palms were burning hot.

He didn't know that his right hand was always in a clenched fist position, clenched tightly, as if he was protecting some important item in his hand.

Harry opened his fist, and the treasure in his palm was undoubtedly revealed. This was—Fawkes's feather!

And the freed feather glowed red and flew up from Harry's palm.

Harry didn't know why his eyes flew away with this light and fluffy feather, and it was only when the feather, the only light source, was too far away from him that he couldn't see it, Harry suddenly reacted.

He hastened to catch up.

The feather's speed was neither fast nor slow, but it was right on the line of Harry's full sprint, urging Harry so hard that he didn't dare to stop.

This run made Harry feel more and more tired.

But as expected in the dream, even though Harry ran so hard, he still didn't break a sweat.That kind of tiredness, on the contrary, is like a maggot on the tarsus, following him like a shadow, so he can't ignore it.

"Stop!"

"Where are you going?"

"Hehe..."

Harry chased to the end, not even knowing how long he ran, and almost forgot why he was chasing the feather.

He just got used to this chasing action, so used to the feathers stopped, he almost couldn't stop.

Yes, the flight feather stopped.

Harry stopped in a daze, the exhaustion sweeping him so hard that he almost fell to the ground.If so, he may still fall to the ground and sleep.

It was too tiring for him to hold on.

The flying feather glowed reddish and fell from mid-air.

Harry reached out to catch it, but the feather frothed before it fell into his hands.

"..."

Harry didn't know what to say, those scattered red lights flew towards the sky, as if above the clouds was where they finally belonged.

It wasn't until the last bit of red light dissipated that Harry turned his gaze away.But he didn't expect everything in front of him to be so familiar.

— Hogwarts Great Hall.

At some point, there were already crowds of people around him.Those who come and go are all people he is familiar with, the only thing wrong is their age.

People who were supposed to be the same age as him seemed to have gone back in time, and they all looked like they were eleven or twelve years old.

"Harry, why are you standing here?" Ron's loud voice came from behind him.

Harry turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a red-haired boy with freckles running towards him, hurrying like his ass was on fire.

"Ron..." Harry didn't know what expression to use for such a small Ron.

Ron reached out to grab Harry's arm as usual, "Stop making trouble, class is about to begin."

Before he could catch it, he was knocked away by a person.

"What are you doing?!" Ron yelled.

Harry also went to see who was so arrogant after bumping into someone.

The man stopped impatiently, moved sideways, and the legs of his robe flew away.The ends of the half-length black hair slid out a sharp arc in the air, making the man more mean and unfriendly.

Harry opened his mouth wide, but the man's name was circling in his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Snape, you apologize to me!"

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