Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

He tried to breathe, but only felt that the air in his lungs seemed to have been sucked clean, and what came up from his mouth and nose was only bitter juice with a rusty taste.

Those "people" were getting closer and closer, and Harry could even feel the coldness of death's silence, and he slowly closed his eyes...

"What--?" He felt himself being pulled by something, his pockets were heavy and hot.He snapped his eyes open, and saw that the ghosts - his ancestors, Voldemort's undead army, and himself - were disappearing one by one.

"It's impossible!" Voldemort's distorted face still had a smug look on it.He screamed and raised the white bony finger high, trying to shout something, but finally disappeared into the air, only the black ring fell down, making an abrupt sound in the silence caused by fear.A stone rolled down from the face of the ring, and then... disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What the hell happened?" The commotion of the crowd, they were even more shocked than when they just found out that the Dark Lord was unkillable - it couldn't have happened - just now Voldemort was winning, they, Dumbledore , Grindelwald, Harry, everyone's life is in his mind, but now he disappeared all of a sudden?

Fox hovered in the air, the spell of the shield changed, and some more complicated patterns were radiated from there by the light.Haierbo opened its mouth, and spit out a long letter and a bright ruby.Then it turned its head and hissed at the boy.

"Magic stone?"

"Harry, what is he talking about?"

"Run—" Harry didn't explain, he turned and ran, knowing he had to run as fast as he could.

He walked through the damaged long corridor due to the attack, stepped over the knocked down armor, and the murals that fell off the wall, and ran hard...

"Hermione!" He finally saw Hermione riding on Herbo, who was supposed to be in the hall at this moment.

"There's no time!" he yelled at the witch. "Hurry up—I need a time-turner!"

Almost immediately, Hermione pulled a long, delicate gold chain from under her robes, from which dangled a small shiny gold timer.At the beginning of term, Hermione got 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 clues in it.They even used to joke about this "little secret" with Ron, and now this little thing will be the key to everything.

"What time are you going back to?" Hermione asked, wrapping the chain around both of their necks.

"We're going to kill Voldemort," said Harry grimly.

"What—?" Hermione screamed, she could guess that Harry was going back to stop something, but she didn't expect to get this kind of answer, "If you killed Voldemort the moment he was born, the next The entire chain of time would collapse! It's an unsolvable paradox, Harry! You understand this better than anyone, if Voldemort hadn't been born, we wouldn't have been able to fight him at this time, and you wouldn't have even been born! (1) What's more, this time converter is simply enough to support such a large time span--!"

She tried 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, very fast, backwards.All sorts of vague clouds and shapes flitted before my eyes, and there was something pounding in my ear, but I couldn't hear the sound.Then there was solid ground under their feet again, and everything came into focus again.

Harry and Hermione were still standing in the corridor where they had just met, but the undamaged decor and calm of the hall told them they were indeed in another moment.

"Harry?" Hermione asked him puzzled, looking at the golden timer wrapped around their necks.The boys had only made a half-circle just now, which wasn't enough time for them to do anything else.

"Go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest." Harry patted Haibo'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 actions."

Hermione's frown relaxed slightly, she gave Harry a bright smile, and then gave him a hug, "You will definitely succeed." No matter what decision the boy made, she believed that he would definitely can succeed.

"Of course." Harry waved at her, then put on the Invisibility Cloak and ran back down the hall.

No one found him, and they were fighting fiercely with the undead.

Hermione and the twins entered the hall, and the tide was tilting in their favor, Voldemort, furious, holding up the hand bone.

Harry stood there, desperately waiting for the death sent by his loved ones, but he could see their smiles.

"You're here." The red-haired woman smiled at him, took him into her arms, and smiled softly at him.

"Haha, I just said that Harry must be able to think of it, it is indeed my son of James Potter." The man with a messy hair has a face similar to his, and he is happily jumping around beside him , and finally got the woman's angry look.

"Good job." Those people passed by him one by one, patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, and Adela Porter, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was among them and winked mischievously at him.

"I..." Harry felt his nose sore, he wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Lily squatted down, looking 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, the father of the world's most intelligent man, the only father who can control the most intelligent man; and a group of people who are willing to support me no matter what dangers I face Good friends... I am very happy." Harry sniffed, but finally couldn't hold back, "but I still miss you."

"Harry..."

"I did a good job, didn't I." Harry interrupted the guilt his parents wanted to say, and looked up at them proudly, "I figured everything out."

"Of course, our son is the best." Lily and James were both infected by the little guy's expression of asking for credit, and praised without hesitation.This is not just a compliment--for ordinary ghosts, the soul-returning stone actually just uses the magic circle and magic power to recollect their soul energy and then reshape them again, so they can have the same shape and even ability as living people. Lost all memories; while the Potter family was frozen in time.The living cannot know, and the undead cannot act.Death's revenge traps them in the cruelest law in the world, with no way out - they can't even speak the name of the law of time and space directly, just like a humble slave cannot call out the glory that belongs to the king.

Harry and his parents looked at each other greedily - time was crumbling, and as Hermione said, if he went back and killed Voldemort as a baby, the time chain he was in would even disappear altogether.One hair can affect the whole body, time is connected in series in this way, the cruelest and most fragile.The most unchangeable existence.However, if two undoubted supreme laws appear at the same time, they will collide and annihilate.The undead are strong in the world, the art of turning back time...something is collapsing, the shackles of thousands of years are disappearing...

"Hey, son." James motioned to Harry, punching his heart, showing his straight teeth with a smile, "Take me to say hello to Sirius Remus and the others. And... don't come to see me too early, I still want to live a two-person world with your mother."

"I will...I will." The tears still kept coming.Harry raised the hot Resurrection Stone in his hand, and shouted at Voldemort, "In the name of Harry Potter, Ignotus Peverell's blood, expel all undead!" Then he Pull the clothes of "own" and stuff the stone into the pocket.

The addition of the Sorcerer's Stone made the magic circle shine instantly.The world was shaking, a sun was emerging from the star-studded dome of Hogwarts at this moment, parents' earnest exhortations, Hai Erbo's hissing statement, Phoenix's happy 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, where hope was born, there will be destruction.Darkness, lingering.Only the blood that should not survive the transaction left behind, he will escape from the shackles of the god of death, the greatest magic changes everything...

This time, it's really over.

The author has something to say: (1) Grandmother Paradox: If a person really "returns to the past" and kills his grandmother before his grandmother conceives his mother, will the time traveler himself still be alive? Exist?The question is obvious, without your grandmother there would be no mother, without your mother there would be no you, and without you, how would you "go back in time" and kill yourself before your grandmother conceived his mother grandmother.

It's not saying Voldemort is Harry's ancestor, of course, but if Harry or someone else tries to go back and kill Voldemort before he was born, the problem is the same - if Voldemort hadn't been born, then no one should want to Go back in time and kill him, because Voldemort's influence doesn't exist at this point in time. _(:з)∠)_Of course, this is my shallow understanding, including the explanation of Harry’s subsequent solution to Voldemort and the Potter family—their rebirth actually includes a person in this world (that is, ordinary wizards living world) was extended and changed the time law, when Harry used the time converter to go back to the past to see them, a new law appeared, and the collision of these two laws produced a contradiction, resulting in the space-time gap and the Cracked, and then fell apart completely.Of course... time is always the most complicated thing, and I have already involved myself in it. If there are any omissions, please remind me.

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Concluding remarks: After so long, this pit of a certain fish has finally been filled_(:з」∠)_ I am very grateful that you have endured all kinds of brain holes and various gods of this unreliable bastard, the most important thing What is more is all kinds of procrastination.

I'm not a good author, I don't say I'm not diligent in updating, and I often eat up the updates that were originally promised.Hmm... So, the dear ones who are still here are really very, very good-natured, and I bow to everyone here.

At the beginning of this article, I really didn’t expect that it would take so long. Before that, the longest article I wrote did not exceed 2 words.No matter what industry I will engage in in the future, or what kind of articles I will rewrite, this article will probably become the most special existence.After writing, I often feel that I can’t find the original passion. What gives me the motivation to persevere, besides the obsession with having my first baby, is the company of my parents =3=

Before I finished writing, I always felt that I would type a lot of words and talk a lot of nonsense in the postscript, but now I am incoherent (laughs).

In short, I will work hard, under your witness.