When the savior is no longer the savior

After accepting it, I found that the other half, who seems to be sleeping in consciousness, has accepted this actively transmitted power very docilely.

There seemed to be a slight cracking sound.

Harry felt a "buzz" in his head, and suddenly there were many different pictures that moved quickly in front of him. He looked at them curiously and hesitantly, trying to get in touch with the brightest one... Then, James Lily and Yi Memories of El's birthday celebrations with him flowed into his mind - they were so vivid that Harry could name every detail that had ever seen El's eyes.

Harry was a little dull, not knowing what this meant for a moment, and he subconsciously touched another light-colored picture... this time under the high blue sky.

It was a fine afternoon, with bright sunshine and gentle breeze, and the green smell of weeds wafted through my nostrils.

He was lazily lying on the grass basking in the sun, not wanting to move.

But James' voice came from beside him, and James was calling him over.

No, let me take a break.Harry thought so consciously, but his body quickly got up and ran towards the sound on its own initiative, and he could still clearly feel the excitement in his mind... No, no, it wasn't his Excited, it's not his body either.

This is IL.

This is El's memory.

He is watching Yi Er's memory from Yi Er's perspective.

Suddenly, Harry came to this realization. He jumped violently on the spot as if he had been startled, and quickly retracted the tentacles of consciousness from the third colorful picture... But soon, Harry discovered that , that kind of fragmented picture wandering in the void seems to have an incomparable attraction to him.

He wants to spy on them, he wants to understand them, they also lure and guide him, they seem to tell him that they are safe and reliable all the time...

They seemed to be part of him.

No, no, that's not the case... Harry thought hard.

This is a memory, someone else's memory...

It's privacy, it's immoral...

The magic connection continues and remains stable.

Harry could feel that his magic power clearly appeared in his body again, it wasn't the feeling that appeared vaguely by magic props, but the intuitive experience, the heartfelt satisfaction of the magic power flowing in his body.

The allure of those pictures gradually increased, and gradually they even forcibly pulled Harry to his side.

He almost felt that they were an inseparable part of him.

But no, this is not right...

That's Il's, someone else's...

Harry tried his best to refuse.However, at this time, he suddenly felt that things from a long time ago began to emerge in his mind one by one.

what happened?Harry thought dazedly.what happened……?

The flow of memories in his mind began to speed up, and he recalled everything from the memory, the days in the cupboard... the surprise when he first arrived in Diagon Alley... the wonder from Hogwarts... Well, Hermione... Snape, Dumbledore... Voldemort... Cho?Zhang, Ginny...

One thing after another flashed through his mind, many people came, many people left, his hesitation, hesitation, hesitation... He finally picked up the wand and confronted Voldemort head-on...

Another hum!

The colors in front of his eyes distorted for a while, and the room on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron appeared in front of Harry again.

Harry stared blankly at Il, who was standing across from him, and found that the other side was also staring at him blankly.

Harry's heart sank inexplicably, and he had some bad feelings.At this moment, such a bad feeling even overwhelmed the joy brought by the recovery of magic power - his feeling was soon fulfilled.

Il, who was standing only two steps away from Harry, said with a trembling voice, "Harry? Potter? Voldemort..."

The nouns that didn’t belong to this world from Il’s mouth made Harry gasp, and he knew why something was wrong with him—the reason why those past memories came to his mind one by one was because Someone snooped on his memory without authorization!

Harry's face flushed with offense. "Who gave you—who gave you— permission to look at my memories?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Il ignored it at all, and he looked at Harry fixedly: "Why didn't you say? Why didn't you say it?" His voice gradually increased, "You approached me in the first place because of James and Lily, because of They're your—"

"Enough, shut up! Shut up now!" Harry yelled, his voice soaring to the breaking point.

But Yi Er was more excited than him: "Tell me to shut up? For what reason? I don't know what reason I have to shut up. You should have said the thing in the first place—"

"Enough, no need!" said Harry, "You just forget about it - or treat it as a story!"

"A story?" El couldn't believe it.

The few people watching nervously outside were stunned by the sudden change.

It was Lily who came to her senses first: "El, what do you know? Tell me! Anyone," she cried, "tell me!"

"Of course!" Il, who was arguing with Harry, said fiercely, "Lily, you don't know at all, you don't know that Harry is—"

"Unbreakable Charm!" Harry snapped at Dumbledore. "Professor, I need that, and you'll be the Secret-Keeper—"

But El has already spoken out: "—that is, your children."

James was completely dumbfounded.

Lily gasped, staggering as if about to fall.

The atmosphere in this room on the second floor suddenly became heavy. Whether it was arguing or heavy breathing, all the sounds disappeared, as if the pause button was pressed by a mischievous hand.

Harry's body was shaking, and he didn't have the courage to look at anyone's expression.Even the sound, it took several tries to get it right, he was speaking to Dumbledore: "Professor, did you know this was going to happen? You told me, 'It won't be too good, but it will be too bad '...isn't that too bad?"

"This is an ancient spell. I don't know exactly what will happen, but judging from the conditions and implementation process, this is a very likely situation." Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry was silent for a few seconds, he turned and left without saying anything.

But Il grabbed his arm firmly when he took the first step: "You don't have anything else to say?" He asked in disbelief.

"What am I going to say?" Harry asked indifferently, "Didn't you say everything?"

"They are your parents!" Il couldn't help shouting.

Harry was silent for a moment.

Looking back many times afterwards, Harry was surprised that he could say such words at that time. You know, just a few days ago, he was still hesitating and sad for them.

But in fact, he did say it.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

No pain, no regrets.

Perhaps before he knew it, he had broken away bit by bit from a fine net called the past.

他 说:

"Sorry, I'm afraid not anymore."

He no longer avoids them, his eyes flicker over them, and he sees their various surprises, hesitation, panic, surprise... Each of them can coincide with the image in his memory, and each of them is no longer an image in memory.

He said again:

"Not anymore."

Then, Harry pushed the crowd away and left alone.

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56. Harry Kitty Ravens

February 1992, 2.A day that is completely different from usual.

…………

Well, it's a completely different day than usual!

In the corridors of Hogwarts, Snape thought with a gloomy face. He grabbed his wand and hurried through the corridors, dodging the chasing and noisy people around him from time to time. Turned into daring Hogwarts students who didn't care about his professor's authority - a bunch of little bastards!

Snape thought through gritted teeth, he refrained from giving those guys a total petrification - but he did start to think about whether to give himself a earplug - Merlin knew, those things started in the corridor The guy who makes a lot of noise and chases the girl's confession is really too-presumptuous, frivolous, and doesn't know what to say!

The potions professor at Hogwarts thought angrily. After dodging a group of people but being hit by another group again, he finally erupted, and with a gloomy expression, he dragged a large group of noisy Slytherins on the spot. Snake and Gryffindor Lion go to detention - just tonight, Slytherin goes to his office in the dungeon, Gryffindor goes to Filch's office in the basement.As for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, the timidity of the former made them hold their breath when they saw Snape, and the wisdom of the latter made them keep quiet when things went wrong-so this Both luckily escaped.

Of course, for the captured Slytherin and Gryffindor, such a punishment is actually not so unbearable-although the confinement on the special day of 2.14 made the captured students of the two academies miserable, but Sne The content of confinement arranged by Pu obviously made them gloat over each other’s misfortune—Slytherin thought, anyway, it’s better to go to confinement with your own dean than to be a coolie, and you can always learn something and make a fool of yourself in front of the dean. Gryffindor thought, anyway, it's better to work as a coolie with Filch than in Slytherin?Gloomy?Greasy?Don't like Gryffindor?The old bat was picked and picked under his nose.

So both the lion and the little snake left with the feeling of "great fortune in misfortune".And the old Slytherin bat, who finally let out a bad breath, shook his robe with satisfaction, and continued to walk towards his cellar.However, it is obvious that 2.14, a day full of happiness for many people, has an unusual tragedy for Snape, who is different from many people.

——He met Sirius, just when he had just pulled a large group of people into confinement, and his mood improved a little.Snape's face couldn't be more gloomy. He glanced defensively at Sirius who was walking towards him, then looked back indifferently, and continued to walk forward.

But Sirius stopped him: "Snape!"

Snape stopped, raising an eyebrow.

This obvious contemptuous move made Sirius hold his breath. He glared at the seventh grade female student who was looking at the two of them and tried to come up to deliver something, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Snape, Let me ask you something."

"I don't know." Snape didn't wait for Sirius to say anything, and stopped him with a smirk.

Sirius laughed angrily: "Oh, Professor Snape knew he didn't know before I said anything?" "If it was someone else, I'm afraid I would need to hear it; but for you, Professor Black," Snape said. Nepe said tactfully, prolonging the syllable 'Black' again, "I don't think I'll know what you need." Sirius was pale, and he looked eager to draw his wand and hurt Snape. Have a quick fight.In fact, Snape seemed to want to do the same.

But the students coming and going in the corridor kept both of them as calm as they should be.

Sirius stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the point: "Have you seen Ravens?"

"Who?" Snape's face darkened.

"Harry Ravens," said Sirius impatiently. "Harry Potter." He muttered something that sounded like a curse, "something happened and we can't find him now. "

"Something happened?" Snape asked. "What?"

Sirius really wanted to sneer and tell the other party "no comment" in return for what the other party said earlier, but thinking about what happened in the morning and his friend who was almost devastated, this Gryffindor finally restrained his temper and only answered bluntly : "Il and Ravens established a magical connection and succeeded, but at the same time Il saw Ravens' memory, and the two of them had some disputes-then Ravens left."

"Oh," said Snape softly, "Potter again?"

Sirius' face darkened: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting," said Snape, and then he said, "but then again, I have nothing to tell you."

He ignored Sirius, turned and left.

The corridors of Hogwarts were still lively.Those students who don't know where to spend their energy are still coming and going, making a lot of noise.

Snape continued walking briskly towards his original destination - the potions office in the cellar.It's just that he felt a sense of irritability in his heart.

Check it out, check it out!he said to himself.You should have known, that brat was a nuisance--a whole trouble-making machine!It's just that you didn't keep an eye on him all of a sudden, and he actually made such a mess again!Damn, can't he calm down a bit?He can't live in peace, live in peace - tell him not to worry so much?

...oh shit, what the hell was I thinking?Snape asked himself.

Worry?I'm worried about an imp?A student... yes, that's right, a student - you're just worried about your student... Come on, Severus!Are you going to deceive yourself?Worried about students?You know you actually wish those annoying headless brats would get out of the way!

Harry?Ravens is much more than a student to you!

Well, no.

... But if you are not a student, then what is it?

Snape thought no more.In the corridors he found the corridors terribly noisy, and in the cellar he found the cellar stifling.He couldn't stay any longer, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it on the fireplace, stepped in angrily, and called out the location of his residence in Spider's End Lane.

The residence in Spider's End Lane is still deserted, but it doesn't seem to be as desolate as before.

Snape came out from the fireplace, he didn't turn on the light at all, just threw himself on the sofa.The faint light came in from the gray windows, shining in the dark room, and outlining the vague outlines of the furniture.

Not popular at all.

Snape was thinking, he closed his eyes in boredom, and was about to take a break, but the appearance of a person appeared in his mind unexpectedly - no doubt, that strange kid's.

Oh, when did the image of someone other than Lily appear in his mind that could be described as "undoubtedly"?Snape thought sarcastically.

At this moment, voices came from outside, but he ignored them.It's Friday, and the brat won't be here at all... But he finally regained his magic powers, so he can celebrate... But I heard that Dumbledore is taking him somewhere dangerous? ...Can't he really stop for the sake of his life? ... and the potions that he was fed to drink seemed to have no effect at all... There was a muffled sound outside the door, mixed with subtle human groans.

Snape ignored it coldly.He continued to think about Harry...and suddenly felt that his life had begun to revolve around the brat.

...that's really a bad sign.Snape thought, maybe he was so stimulated by the other party that he was exhausted physically and mentally. He only felt depressed and annoyed, but not frightened at all.

Snape accepted this fact very calmly - obviously, this has become a fact.

Besides, what was really going to be said... As early as that night (Snape remembered the scene where the kid jumped into his arms on the Quidditch pitch, which made the corners of his lips slightly twitch), he accepted The other party is unusual, right?

Harry?Ravens had long been more than a student to him.

But that brat didn't seem to have this awareness at all.

Snape snorted dissatisfiedly, got up and walked to the second floor - he felt that he needed to take a good rest so that he could have enough energy to deal with any troubles that might come from that brat.

As for the possibility of that little devil keeping his own place and not causing trouble?

... He still felt that it was more likely that Merlin would be reborn.

Suddenly there was another noise outside, followed by another heavy object falling to the ground.

After reaching the second floor, Snape finally got impatient. He walked into the room, waved his wand and opened the thick bed curtain, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the moth-eaten window to look down.

With just one glance, he almost pulled off the old window frame in his hand.

—he couldn't believe what he saw!At night, the Spider’s End Lane is secluded and gloomy. The river near the community emits a faint stench all year round. The scattered lights in the community are not warm at first glance, but make people feel empty and desolate.Snape stood in the bedroom on the second floor and looked down. From the moonlight in the sky and the dim street lamps on the street corner, he could easily see four Muggles lying in front of his house in disorder, and the person who caused this incident ——that little bastard crouching in the corner holding his wand, pursing his lips, sullenly... Snape's voice was almost trembling: "Harry? Ravens..."

Harry, who was squatting in the corner, was taken aback. He thought he heard Snape's voice... But shouldn't Professor Snape be at Hogwarts today?

Harry was a little suspicious, and glanced up in the direction of the voice... He jumped up, stuttering, so at a loss that he didn't even know how to move his hands and feet: "Sh, Professor Snape?"

Snape looked down at Harry: "You have two choices." He said softly, "You can come in by yourself, or I can go down and carry you in."

Harry shuddered, and then he smiled flatteringly at Snape, and lumbered into the dilapidated corner house.

At this time Snape had come to the living room on the first floor and turned on the ceiling light.

He looked a little gloomy, but to Harry's surprise, Snape didn't get angry, and even pointed to the sofa, telling him to sit down first.

Harry was quite disturbed: "The...professor?"

Snape glanced at Harry. "I assume Mr. Ravens understands the Ministry of Magic's rule against underage wizards using magic outside of school?"

"...understood," said Harry, whose memory of the law that had frightened him several times had been so strong, "so I used a grown-up wizard's wand."

"Should I praise Mr. Ravens's cleverness?" Snape smirked, "But let me remind you, for some places where magic fluctuations should not occur, there are frequent magic fluctuations, or there are large-scale— More than three people—Muggles were magically attacked at the same time and place, and these incidents are all dealt with by the Ministry of Magic—does Mr. Ravens think he can rest easy by changing his wand?"

Harry coughed: "Actually...Professor, that..."

Snape raised his eyebrows: "I'm all ears."

Harry asked Ai Ai: "Well, about the frequent fluctuations in magic power... In fact, officials from the Ministry of Magic came over two or three days ago, but you were not there at that time..."

Snape's mouth twisted: "So?"

"So," Harry felt extremely guilty, "I told them that you were using magic..."

"Did they believe it? Registered?" Snape asked. After seeing Harry's affirmative nod, he didn't know whether to curse the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic officials or praise the cleverness of the kid in front of him - despite his cleverness Never in the right place!

"Then more than three Muggles are magically attacked at the same time..." Snape said in a bad tone.

Harry was sitting in danger, trying to look innocent and pure: "They were the first to touch the spell you cast around the professor."

Snape sneered unmoved: "I cast the Repelling Muggle Charm, excellent Mr. Ravens."

Harry grunted, a little embarrassed: "Well, that's right, so I gave them a little Confusion Charm..." Snape fell silent.Harry drooped his head and didn't have the face to speak.The small living room became empty and cold because of the sudden silence.

This feeling made Snape frowned. He glanced at Harry and found that Harry touched his arm unconsciously in the wind blowing in from the window, then waved his wand and lit the fireplace at the foot of the wall.

Harry was sitting in his usual position, this one was very close to the fireplace, he exhaled because of the heat from the burning fire, and his somewhat tense body slowly relaxed.

"I'm curious," Snape said again, "what is it that makes Mr. Ravens prefer to squat outside and enjoy the cold wind, rather than use the key I gave him to open the door of this room?"

"Well, Professor, I'm not actually..." Harry was extremely embarrassed.

"No what?" Snape asked.

"Actually I just..." Harry continued.

"Just what?" Snape asked again.

Forced into a hurry, Harry, who had been 'just' for a long time, finally choked out a sentence: "I just feel that since the professor is not here, there is no need to go in."

This line seemed to say that as long as Snape was gone, it would be pointless for him to be here.

While that was true - he had come here because Snape had taught him potions, and of course there was no need for him to come in again when Snape was gone - Harry somehow found it odd.

But what's so strange about it?Harry?Xiaobai's?Ravens was bewildered.

Compared to the bewildered Harry, Snape, who was sitting across from Harry, almost felt his heart skip a beat, but he saw clearly the other's clean eyes immediately... He moved his eyes away without any trace, and changed the subject: "Your magic is back?"

This question made Harry smile for a short time - the short time was only because he also remembered that his memory was wiped clean by El.Because of this, Harry couldn't help but look depressed: "Yes."

"Then we can proceed to the next stage of treatment." Snape said simply.

Harry didn't object, just responded dully.

Snape stood up and walked to his workshop - because learning potions changed the location, the various potions that Harry needed to take were also placed here from the original Hogwarts.

Having been used to this process for many days, Harry stood up and followed Snape into the room next to the stairs, watching Snape deftly pick out the potions from the cabinet and put them on the table, then said to Harry: " There is a potion that needs to be prepared on the spot, take this and drink it, and come find me within half an hour."

Harry responded, stepped forward and waved his wand to send out the pile of at least a dozen bottles of potions. He was about to follow, but he glanced at Snape, and stopped hesitantly: "professor……"

"What?" Snape had already started processing potion ingredients.

"You know about the past..." Harry hesitated to speak.

"If you're going to tell your stories," Snape said.

"Then why help me like this? Professor, it's not your duty." Harry hesitated. "I mean, we used to get along so badly."

"Why?" Snape repeated, straightening up and looking at Harry, his tone cold, "If you have to have a reason, it's just that I know the difference between the past and the present, and what I'm facing, and what I want to do , what to do."

He didn't tell Harry that he didn't think the 'he' Harry remembered was him at all.

But Harry vaguely understood what Snape meant.

He didn't say anything, walked out thoughtfully, and sat back on the sofa again, thinking about the meaning of Snape's words, while drinking sips of different colors and flavors on the table. Different potions.

The totally absent-minded Harry didn't notice at all that besides the potion Snape gave him, he also drank a bottle that was already on the table. It was green in color and had a line of small The potion of advertising words.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Snape in the workshop completed the last step. He deftly and deftly put the potion in the cauldron into the crystal bottle that had been prepared at the side, and then found that Harry, who was supposed to come in earlier, was doing nothing. nor.

Fell asleep?Snape frowned, thinking about whether to add a bottle of recovery potion to the opponent's list of healing potions in the future.But he immediately dismissed this idea - no matter how mildly a bottle of energy recovery potion is made, it is very likely to increase the burden on the opponent's body.

And at this time, any behavior that may cause a burden must be cautious - of course, if that kid is willing to take care of himself a little bit and not abuse magic...

Snape gritted his teeth, picked up the potion and walked out of the workshop, ready to wake up the bastard kid who was probably sleeping on the sofa again.

However, to his surprise, Harry was not in the living room.Snape was taken aback for a moment, his eyes swept over the potions on the table that were all drunk, then he looked at the still burning fireplace and the doors and windows that were safely closed, and said loudly, "Harry?"

No one responded to him.Snape was a little suspicious. He approached the sofa, wanting to see if Harry had left any notes, but after a few steps, he suddenly saw a fur ball on the sofa.

……Hairball?Snape cautiously looked at the... Well, he saw it clearly. It turned out to be a palm-sized black cat with blue eyes. It was black all over, but the fluff inside the ears and the soles of the four feet were snow-white. Coupled with the pair of big green eyes on the little kitten's face, it looks very cute.

Snape looked at the cat that should never have been in his house.The cat sitting on the sofa cushion also looked at Snape stupidly.Snape turned his head to look at the closed door and window of the living room again.

The cat followed Snape to look at the closed doors and windows of the living room.

Snape looked away.

The cat also looked away.

Snape began to search the coffee table and the floor in front of the sofa.

The cat...well, the cat shuddered when Snape picked up a crystal bottle with paper on it.

Snape ignored the cat, he picked up the bottle, and slowly, with a drawn-out tone, read a line of advertisements on the bottle: "——Animagus Transformation Potion, allows you to have different The same wonderful 'beast' life."

He paused.

The cat on the couch shuddered again, and it shrank back.

This time Snape, who saw all the reactions of the black cat, twisted the corners of his lips, and said softly: "You just want to experience the 'beast' life of a cat, huh? During the three or ten minutes I'm not around ——In just three and ten minutes—you drank a bottle of transformation potion while drinking the healing potion, and successfully transformed yourself into a... cat? My dear Mr. Ravens. "

The black kitten on the cushion froze for a few seconds.Then, it slowly lowered its head, drooped its ears, raised its two front paws, and covered its cat's face deeply, deeply. ìì? ?Q?? ? @Xú?aYE?ó°57. An undercurrent hidden in the calm. One person and one cat sit on the sofa across the tea table and stare.

Harry, who had turned into a kitten, was still squatting on the sofa—it wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but it was his tragic discovery that he, who was used to walking on two legs, suddenly switched to four legs...of course it didn’t mean walking more steadily , but stood up as soon as he left.

Yes, you read that right, walking up and down - after trying twice, the result was two hands and feet... er, well, four-legged incoordination so that I stumbled and fell on the sofa and rolled twice, and finally landed on my stomach Well, Harry was ashamed to try to learn to walk again (although he had a hunch he would soon), if nothing else but because Snape was standing with his arms folded and watching.

Merlin, can you be more embarrassing!Can you?Um?Harry?Blue-eyed kitten?Ravens felt a strong urge to scratch the wall.

But just in time, Snape's voice rang out - saving both his couch and Harry's tender paws: "When did you drink this potion? At the end? Halfway?"

Snape felt that it should be the last, but if this brat is really absent-minded... This bottle of potion does not work immediately, but has at least a 3-minute buffer time... He thought, couldn't help but grind teeth.

It's the end, professor!Harry wanted to answer in this way, but what rushed out of his throat was a light and soft "meow" that seemed to be full of milk...

Harry the cat trembled twice on the spot, wanting to cry but not crying.

Snape also seemed a bit unbearable, and he said in a vicious voice: "The clever, brilliant-always amazing-Mr. Ravens would not think that I, your poor professor, is not only proficient in potions and understands healing, In addition, you must cooperate with him to learn the language of cats, right?"

Oh, you have to believe me, I didn't think so, professor... Harry said dejectedly, but the exit was another sticky "meow..."

Harry couldn't help it anymore, he popped his paw and scratched the cushion on the sofa on the spot - with a snort, the cushion was not broken, but his paw hurt badly.

So for a moment, the blue-eyed kitten, holding its paws and hissing and gasping, was extremely wronged, angry from the heart, evil to the guts, and shouted at Snape: "Meow (Professor, if you didn't take this The bottle of potion is on the table, I won't drink it without noticing)—”

Snape, who was thinking about what to do, glanced at the kitten who was trying to puff up his chest and yelled at him, with a half smile: "Mr. Ravens, I guess you don't blame your professor for putting the transforming potion on. It's on the table, right? Huh? You know, anyone with eyes," he slammed the bottle on the table and pointed to the label on it, "can tell what kind of potion it is! "

Harry the cat drooped its ears.

Snape looked at the kitten on the sofa, and gestured with his palm again - it was really only the size of a palm, and said, "When did you drink this bottle of potion? You flicked your tail at the end, No, just flick your tail twice."

Harry flicked his tail frantically, and it hit him on the head.

This time Snape didn't hold back, and didn't want to hold back, he hooked the corners of his lips happily, turned back to the work room, rummaged through the cabinets, and found a bottle of potion that dispelled the effect of the transformation potion—but he didn't With no expectations, I opened it and poured it into a shallow saucer, then took it out and put it on the coffee table.

The kitten on the sofa, who was hurrying to practice walking, stumbled again, but this time he didn't care, and just stretched his neck and looked eagerly at the saucer on the coffee table.

Jump over?

Do you really want to jump over?

That's the potion for disabling transformation, right?Drink it and change back——

But can you really jump over... this