Harry of the Holmes Family

He tried to breathe, but he felt as if all the air in his lungs had been sucked out. All that came out of his mouth and nose was bitter juice with the smell of rust. Those "people" were getting closer and closer, and Harry could even feel the silence of death, the essential coldness, and he slowly closed his eyes... "What-?" He felt something pulling him, and his pockets felt heavy and hot. He opened his eyes suddenly and found that the ghosts - his ancestors, Voldemort's undead army and himself, were all disappearing one by one. "This is impossible!" The pride on Voldemort's distorted face has not disappeared. He screamed and raised the white bone finger high, trying to shout something, but it eventually dissipated in the air. Only the black ring fell down, making a sudden sound in the silence caused by fear. A stone rolled down from the ring, and then... Disappeared from everyone's sight. "What happened?" The crowd couldn't help but commotion. They were even more shocked than when they just discovered that the Dark Lord could not be killed - this was impossible - just now Voldemort was sure of victory, and their, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Harry, everyone's lives depended on his thoughts, but now he disappeared all of a sudden? Fox hovered in the air, the spell of the protective shield changed, and some more complex patterns were reflected by the light and radiated from there. Haierbo opened its mouth and spit out a long letter and a bright ruby. Then it turned and hissed at the boy. "Philosopher's Stone?" "Harry, what is he talking about?" "Run--" Harry didn't explain. He turned and ran. He knew he had to run as hard as he could. He walked through the damaged corridor due to the attack, stepped over the knocked down armor, and the murals that fell off the wall, running hard... "Hermione!" He finally saw Hermione riding on Herbo, who should have been in the hall at this time. "There's no time!" He yelled at the witch, "Hurry up - I need the time-turner!" Almost immediately, Hermione pulled out a long, fine golden chain from under her robes, with a small shiny gold timepiece hanging from it. At the beginning of term, Hermione received a Time-Turner from Professor McGonagall so that she could attend many classes at the same time. This thing should have been kept completely secret, but it was not difficult for Harry to find the clues. They even often joked with Ron about this "little secret", and now this little thing will become the key to everything. "What time do you want to go back to?" Hermione asked as she wrapped the chain around both of their necks. "We're going to kill Voldemort," Harry said grimly. "What -?" Hermione screamed. She could guess what Harry wanted to go back to stop, but she didn't expect to get this kind of answer. "If you kill Voldemort the moment he is born, the entire time chain will collapse! This is an unsolvable paradox, Harry! You understand this better than anyone else. If Voldemort was not born, we would not be able to fight him at this time, and you would not even be born! (1) What's more, this time turner is not enough to support such a large time span -!" She wanted to stop the boy, but Harry had already picked up the timer... The scene in the corridor seemed to flash by. They seemed to be flying, flying very fast and backwards. All kinds of blurry clouds and shapes passed before my eyes, and there was something pounding in my ears, but no sound could be heard. Then their feet hit solid ground again, and everything came into focus again. Harry and Hermione were still standing in the corridor where they had just met, but the undamaged decoration and calm of the hall told them that they were indeed in another moment. "Harry?" Hermione looked at the golden timer wrapped around their necks and asked him in confusion. The boy had only turned half a circle, which was not enough time for them to do anything else. "Go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest." Harry patted Herbo's head. "Sirius and the twins should be there. Find them and return to the hall. If you encounter ghosts, the petrification spell can restrict their movements." Hermione's frown relaxed slightly, she showed a bright smile to Harry, and then gave him a hug, "You will definitely succeed." No matter what decision the boy made, she believed that he would definitely succeed. "Of course." Harry waved to her, then put on the invisibility cloak and ran towards the hall again. No one found him, they were fighting fiercely with the undead. Hermione and the twins entered the hall, the situation was tilting towards them, Voldemort's anger was burning, and he raised the hand bone. Standing there, Harry was desperately waiting for death from his relatives, but he could see their smiles. "You're here." The red-haired woman smiled at him, held him in her arms, and smiled softly at him. "Haha, I said Harry must be able to think of it. He is worthy of being the son of my James Potter." The man with wild hair had a face similar to his. He was happily jumping around next to him, and finally received an angry look from the woman. "Well done." Those people passed by him one by one and patted his shoulders encouragingly. Adela Potter, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, was among them and winked at him mischievously. "I..." Harry felt his nose was sore. He wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, Harry." Lily squatted down and looked sadly at her translucent hands running straight through her son's hair. "I'm sorry." She murmured, "You shouldn't have to go through this." "No, I am very happy. I have a happy family, a father who is the smartest person in the world, a father who is the only one who can control the smartest person; and a group of good friends who are willing to support me no matter what dangers I face... I am very happy." Harry sniffed, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, "But I still miss you." "Harry..." "I did a good job, right?" Harry interrupted his parents' guilt and raised his face proudly to look at them, "I figured out everything." "Of course, our son is the best one." Both Lily and James were infected by the little guy's expression as if he was taking credit, and they praised him without hesitation. This is not just a compliment - for ordinary ghosts, the Soul Resurrection Stone actually just uses magic circles and magic to re-collect their soul energy and then reshape it again, so they can have the same body and even abilities as living people but have lost all memory; but the people of the Potter family have been frozen in time. The living cannot know it, and the undead cannot act. The revenge of the god of death trapped them in the most cruel law in the world, with no way out - they could not even directly say the name of the law of time and space, just like a humble slave was not allowed to call out the glory that belonged to the king. Harry and his parents looked at each other greedily - time was collapsing, and just as Hermione said, if he went back and killed Voldemort as a baby, the time chain he was in would even disappear. A single move can affect the whole body. This is how time is connected in series. It is the cruelest and most fragile. The most unchangeable existence. However, if two unquestionable supreme laws appear at the same time, they will collide and annihilate. The undead are forced to stay in the world, and the art of turning back time... Something is collapsing, the shackles of thousands of years are disappearing... "Hey, son." James gestured to Harry, punched his heart, and smiled, showing his neat teeth, "Take me to say hello to Sirius Remus and the others. And... Don't come to see me too early, I still have to live with your mother." "I will... I will." Tears still escaped. Harry raised the hot Soul Resurrection Stone in his hand and shouted to Voldemort, "In the name of Harry Potter, the bloodline of Ignotus Peverell, drive out all undead!" Then he pulled "his" clothes and stuffed the stone into his pocket. The addition of the magic stone made the magic circle shine instantly. The world was shaking, and a sun appeared on the dome of Hogwarts that was always dotted with stars. His parents' earnest warnings, Haierbo's hissing statement, and the Phoenix's joyful celebration sounded in Harry's ears... He raised his eyes, looked at the celebrating crowd who finally reacted, and remembered the prophecy - the blood and tears of the ancestors, the reappearance of the sword and fire, and the place where hope was nurtured, there would be destruction. The darkness lingers. Only the bloodline left by the transaction that should not exist, he will escape from the shackles of the God of Death, and the greatest magic will change everything... This time, it's truly over.

The two mysterious passengers had no shadows, but they were entities. . . Do you still have money to pay the fare?

Stupid dad must have been moved to tears by Harry's composition, it's so cruel

Did Harry ever think of opening a magical detective agency after the war?

The last sentence suddenly gave off the atmosphere of countless ghost movies... I didn't mean to feel that way...

Those who show affection should go to hell [Hey! Harry's patronus cat would be great... Just don't be a skeleton!

The CP patron saint of Jiyanghong group is really great~~

The detective's perspective looks at Mai Ge's tongue. . It would be scary. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Suddenly I thought of the detective's perspective... His face is so big!

The article is quite good~ but I feel that the author's imagination is getting deeper and deeper as it goes on, so I feel a little overwhelmed and the more I write, the more scattered I become. This is probably also a drawback of having so many characters. I can think more about the priorities of characters and plot in the future~