[HPVH] 38 years old

Hi, Harry. I'm Verre. Gladtomeet you.

(Hello, Harry. I'm Liuli. Nice to meet you.)

[2017年9月5日09∶08A.M.达利宅二楼哈利的卧室]

With nothing else to do, Harry started packing his suitcase in order to get rid of the irritability in his heart.To be honest, he has been busy tidying up the house, every room, and Dali's closet for the past few days, but he forgot to tidy up his own box.

Opening the box, the mess inside was horrible, like the scene of a disaster, Harry thought.

Slowly tidied up his suitcases, took out his clothes and folded them, and stacked them together according to different types; then he put some daily necessities together with his towels and toothbrushes in his remodeled bathroom; next came some pens, inks and papers , and documents at work; finally, he found a thin notebook that did not belong to him.

Picking it up, instigated by curiosity, Harry looked at the book carefully. The whole body was colored glass, a strange color between blue, purple and dark gray.But Harry had to admit, it was really pretty.At the inconspicuous corner of the lower right corner of the book, there was a silvery-white ink stain in a fancy ancient style, writing a name whose letters could barely be read under the reflection of sunlight, it was a name Harry was not familiar with.

Oh, Harry knocked his head angrily, and he remembered that he found this book in a room belonging to time in the Department of Mysteries, and it was left behind the door and no one cared about it.

Harry couldn't remember when he brought this notebook with him, maybe he accidentally confused it with the document, Harry thought about it and thought it was very possible, given his muddle-headed life and careless state these years.

But he really didn't want to go back to the Ministry again. He was sure that Hermione was looking for him all over the world, waiting to give him a good lesson. At this time, he was not interested in throwing himself into the trap.But this notebook doesn't look like a dangerous item, it shouldn't be a problem to keep it with him for a few days, and he will return it, well, one day.

Then Harry saw the afterimage of the dark-haired boy again, standing quietly beside him, smiling at him.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, and the boy disappeared.Harry's slowly sinking mood became impetuous again, he casually grabbed the nearest quill, he needed to write these down, yes, write them down!

He needs paper!where is the paperHarry was getting more and more irritable, he ruffled his hair, as if he couldn't live without paper.

After that, he saw the glazed notebook with bright eyes, and he thought that nothing would happen if he wrote something, didn't he?At worst, use a magic spell to disappear the handwriting, aha, everything will disappear without a trace, huh?Magic did help Harry a lot.

He quickly reached the wooden table, spread out the brand new book, and wrote in messy notes on the first page: I want to know who he is.

Then he turned his head and found that the boy appeared next to him again, as if watching him write.

Then Harry forcibly turned his attention back to his notebook, and Harry was stunned.The line of words he had just written flashed across the paper, then seemed to be sucked into the blank paper without leaving a trace.Then, suddenly, words that Harry had never written, in his very ink, ooze from the paper.

"Maybe I can help you figure out who he is." The words appeared and didn't disappear.

Such a scene gave Harry a sense of déjà vu, but it's too mysterious, isn't it? Another secret diary for Voldemort?It's very possible, huh?After all, Harry's only similar experience was the diary constructed from Voldemort's Horcruxes.

But Voldemort was dead, Harry was sure of that.Especially this glass-colored book was found in the Department of Mysteries, so it shouldn't be a Horcrux, right?

Maybe this book is like the sorting hat, a thoughtful object with special meaning?There are examples of this in the wizarding world, too, isn't it?oh yes.Harry was glad he found a reason to continue what he did next.

So Harry wrote: "How do you help me, or who are you?"

"Travel through time, and then maybe you'll be able to find out who that boy is and what the truth is. Also, hello, I'm Liulise. What about you?" The previous text was replaced by new text.

"I'm Harry, nice to meet you. I mean, can you help me travel through time?"

"Yes, if you want."

"So what price do I have to pay for this?" Harry asked warily.

"No, there is no need to send anything. All this is the arrangement of fate. You will meet me at this time, and then I will help you travel through time to do something that is destined to happen."

Harry didn't really believe in this kind of pie in the sky, but by some coincidence, he wrote those two letters: "Okay."

Then the book seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, the pages flipped over and stopped on a certain page.Then Harry leaned closer, he felt his body being pulled by another force, he felt himself sinking in, just like every time he and Professor Dumbledore looked at the memories in the Pensieve, his own The body left the chair it was sitting on, and fell headlong into the gap in the page, entering a swirling color and light and shadow.

[2017年9月5日09∶38A.M.琉璃色的世界]

And then, when Harry felt his feet hit solid ground again, he stopped trembling.The blurry surroundings suddenly became clear, and he was standing in a room that was exactly like his bedroom.

It's just that this world gave Harry an indescribably oppressive feeling, he felt that he could hardly breathe, and then Harry understood why he felt so.Because everything in the world of this book is static, there is no air flow, and there is no passage of time, everything is so lifeless and lifeless.

Afterwards, a rococo-style milky white embroidered armchair appeared under the glass window in the room, and then, like the transmission of images, vaguely, a colorful shadow that changed back and forth was added to the chair.

Slowly the shadow stabilized, showing a human form.

Harry carefully looked at this extra person, sitting on the chair was a young boy with a slender waist, a frail figure, and too thin cheeks.Harry felt that he was a quiet and introverted young man with long azure-colored hair and a pair of calm azure-colored eyes, wearing a well-tailored, simple black robe.

"Hello, Harry, I'm Liuli." The young man's voice was like the image he gave Harry, cold, lifeless, calm, like a straight line, but still very Nice to hear.

"Nice to meet you," he said, without being polite.It was as if he had really been here waiting for Harry.

"You just said, I mean, write it down, that you can help me travel through time? Is that true?" Harry asked eagerly. "And, how did you know you had to travel through time to meet the boy."

"I prefer to call this time traveler, and you are the new time traveler, Harry. There is nothing I don't know, as long as it is in this time." Liu Lise raised a confident mouth, and he changed I folded my legs together, and looked at Harry with those glazed eyes, "It can be said that as long as I am in time, I am omnipotent."

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