I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 178 Walking with the Future

"Just now, we were having a party in the auditorium. Suddenly... the door was knocked open. It was Hagrid, holding Professor Lupine in his arms. Blood flowed all over the floor."

His teeth chattered and his voice trembled.

The pupils seemed to reflect the blood under the blurred flames.

"Then Professor~"

Hermione screamed, looking at the closed door of the school nurse room in disbelief, with a blank look on her face.

It happened so suddenly, she-she hadn't even reacted yet.

"No - I don't know," Neville replied blankly.

As the most popular professor at Hogwarts (ps: except for Slytherin), Lupine has a high weight in the hearts of little wizards.

Especially someone like Neville.A bit cowardly, he is often PUA'd by Snape, and his personality doesn't look like that of a Gryffindor wizard.

Lupine's meticulous teaching, amiable temperament, coupled with his superb level of magic, under his tutelage, Neville made rapid progress.

Many spells that he could not cast before, or that were unstable, can now be used successfully.

"My God! Owen, are you okay!"

While they were talking to Neville, suddenly, a figure squeezed over.

It was a child with bright brown hair and a childish face.

Holding the camera in his hands that he never let go of.

"I thought, no—you obviously." He looked at him in disbelief.

His eyes were red, and he had obviously cried just now.

In the end, thousands of words converged into an exclamation. "You are not dead!"

???

Owen was full of doubts, and before he had an attack, Ron beside him spoke first: "I'm not looking for a beating!"

He glared at Colin, what is this guy talking about?
"But——I just now" he wanted to say something more, but after seeing Owen with a puzzled expression, he swallowed the question in his heart again.

After a moment, he said blankly: "Maybe I saw it wrong?"

"But-it's impossible!"

Colin's abnormal reaction quickly aroused the confusion of Harry and the others present. However, Professor Lupine's life and death were uncertain at this time, so he was not in the mood to continue questioning.

There was a sudden silence again.

Uneasy anxiety filled the hallway.

Just like the sky that is about to darken, the night is accompanied by nothingness.

A feeling of loneliness and powerlessness filled the entire space.

Even the breeze fell silent in the silence.

Time passes slowly - like a person's breath, time can only be felt by being alive.

Death is nothing but a deep sleep.

The immortal state of the soul is more like a dream, a half-dream and half-awake pain and struggle.

On a strange island far from England, there is a certain temple, and an unknown power is rising and falling over it.

The Dark Lord is awakening.

Some more terrifying force made a deal with him.

Peter Pettigrew stood in front of the temple door tremblingly like an ant.

Although he didn't know exactly what the new Dark Lord would gain!
However, according to his understanding, he who is resurrected will be far more than he was before.

Even Dumbledore can't match him!

Thinking of this, his face eased a lot.

Just like decades ago, he judged that Dumbledore was gradually aging and his power was declining; while Voldemort was in full swing, his strength and influence were getting stronger day by day.

Isn't it normal to switch camps?

What would he gain by staying in the stupid Order of the Phoenix?
A medal of Merlin and an urn?

Like his father?

As an Auror, who knows those achievements!Does anyone remember?

Why should he learn from his father who died early?
The Dark Lord has promised him that as long as the wizarding world is unified, he will gain power, power and status unimaginable before.

With these, his family can become the most prominent family of magicians, and by then, he will get much more than what he got in the Order of the Phoenix!

So, why can't I be more flexible.

After all, those who know current affairs are heroes.

He just kept paralyzing himself like this, he had to bewitch himself like this, otherwise, his choice would be like a joke!
Temple!temple.

Even though the surroundings are full of mocking eyes.

Those sharp eyes made people feel like they were falling into a snake's den, and no matter how much he tried to avoid it, the uncomfortable feeling would always find him, grab him, and drag him into the abyss of fear.

But, he was looking forward to it.

He was looking forward to the fact that Voldemort's promises to him would become a reality!

"It's early today, you cowardly fellow."

"The Dark Lord is not as narrow-minded as you think!" A voice came from the temple.

Accompanied by the sound of "da da" high heels stepping on the slate.

A witch with messy hair, wearing a rather Gothic dress, and holding a crooked wand slowly walked out.

There was a ferocious smile on her face.

The unkind eyes seem to be telling you where to cut off a piece of your flesh.

Although his scalp was numb from the gaze.

But Peter still suppressed the discomfort in his heart and forced a smile on his face.

"But that's after you've proven your worth."

In the next second, the smile on his face froze.

But soon, Peter adjusted.He spoke respectfully again: "Thank you - the kind Dark Lord, he -"

"He will come back again!" Bella interrupted him forcefully.

"And now is the time when you are needed!"

"Let's go~"

she says.

Then the two walked out of countless steps one after the other.

Peter Pettigrew, he couldn't stop looking back.

Because just now, he saw a vampire walking into the temple.

That is a blood ancestor!
Unlike that single-minded Sirius, he got the secret key to the great Dark Lord's treasury.

The Demon King shared with him some magical knowledge that is difficult for ordinary people to know.

This was his bargaining chip for selling the information of the Order of the Phoenix.

Now is also the stepping stone to reintegrate into the Death Eaters.

Vampires, like werewolves, also increase their tribe through blood transmission.

But the Blood Ancestor is different.

They are more like the aliens among the wizards who have the blood of magical creatures.

Blood ancestors are much stronger than normal vampires, and their abilities are even more strange.

Leaving aside other abilities, there is one ability that wizards are most jealous of.

Blood Pool - Blood Ancestors can store a large amount of blood containing magic power in their bodies. When they are attacked, they can draw power from the blood pool.

They can restore almost any kind of magical damage except the Killing Curse.

Such a powerful creature had never before joined the ranks of the Death Eaters.

now--

Pettigrew Peter, the flames in his eyes danced even more vigorously.

This time, he made the right choice.

This is—what Peter didn't notice was that the man who looked at a blood ancestor.

There was a faint smell of corruption all over his body.

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"Why are you here?"

Owen frowned, and the strange voice just now suddenly sounded in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt that he had seen that face somewhere before.

Although he was thin, pale, and had deep-set eyes.Like a terminally ill patient.

It was completely different from the image of the wizard in Owen's memory.

But he still felt that he should have seen that person somewhere.

"Why are you here?"

Why did he say this to himself?
Could it be that he has seen himself?

Or—suddenly, a wonderful thought.

popped out of his mind.

"Look, it's Madam Pomfrey~~~"

At this moment the crowd suddenly rioted.

It was Madam Pomfrey and Professor Trelawney walking briskly down the corridor side by side.

They communicated in low voices.

Professor Trelawney held many bottles and jars in her hands, and Owen just glanced at them and knew which ones were herbal medicines for treatment.

The effects are different, hemostasis-replenishing blood-dispelling curses and so on.

"Professor! Professor Trelawney, Professor Lupin, is he...is he okay?" Hermione asked eagerly.

Waiting for the professor to answer.

Owen interrupted her rudely, "Don't answer! Don't answer!"

"Don't answer!!!"

If it's really what he thinks!
Say it!He turned and ran away.

Squeezing through the crowd, Owen strode towards the principal's office.

In the corridor - as he ran, he took out the Marauder's Map from his coat pocket.

Whether it was outside the castle or in the auditorium, he had never carefully observed the map.

This time he looked at all the castle floors.

When he saw the auditorium at this time, a name that he was extremely familiar with suddenly appeared.

Everything becomes clear.

If that was what he thought, then he must never hear the outcome of something already settled.

third floor.

It was easy to guess Dumbledore's new password and climb the stairs.

Without even knocking, Owen pushed open the oak door and squeezed in.

In the room, Snape and Dumbledore stood side by side, and on the other side was the Minister of Magic, Fudge, who was accompanied by Kingsley.

At this time, his face was extremely ugly.

Everyone knew he was about to resign, and this might be his last night as Minister for Magic, but Fudge himself didn't think so, and wanted to struggle.

Even if it's just to extend his term by a few months.

Because in this way he can abide by the tradition and delay until Christmas next year before announcing his resignation.

"Shut up, stop talking, listen to me!" He ignored the surprised eyes of the two professors, and went straight to Fudge.

"It's a foregone conclusion that you will be ousted, whether it's Barty Crouch or Rufus Scrimgeour. There's no way you can continue to be Minister for Magic after losing all support!"

With a cold face, he looked at the dead man with cold eyes.

"The only way you can make a comeback is to get the support of Principal Dumbledore. But he won't protect you, because no one will protect a stupid pig!"

"What did you say?" Fudge glared angrily, and his originally bitter face immediately turned into extreme anger.

"Waste less heat! Mr. Minister!" Owen continued aggressively: "Let us open the skylight and speak out!"

"You must sit firmly in your seat, because if the recent events in the wizarding world are exposed, the families of those wizards who were attacked by dark wizards and died tragically will tear you to pieces. This seat is not just about power. It’s gone. It’s still with your lives!”

"I'm right!" The boy's mouth curved into a mocking arc.

Fudge just glared, but other than that, he didn't take any action.

Yes, Owen was right.

If he loses his power at this time, he will be prosecuted no matter who takes over.

Because the next Minister of Magic will never bear the consequences of such a huge disaster in the wizarding world for his predecessor.

It was only a matter of time before he was betrayed.

"Just now, I was - we were attacked outside the castle, sir!"

"Hmm -" Dumbledore frowned and immediately looked at Owen.

"I don't know how many dark wizards gathered around the castle, or something else. But—" he suddenly laughed ferociously, "it's impossible not to die tonight."

"And once a young wizard or a school professor dies, you, the Minister of Magic, will never be able to make a comeback."

"So?" Speaking of which, this power monster with few brains finally squeezed out some reason from his barren head, and the rotten brain started spinning.

He realized that the child in front of him, talking so much, was actually making a request to him, or asking for something, otherwise the other party would never waste so much time.

"Every once in a while, Hogwarts will apply to the Ministry of Magic for a magic prop that can only be used by the young wizards with the best grades. As the first in my grade for two consecutive years, I think I have the qualifications to apply for it. " Owen approached him step by step, his voice getting lower and lower.

"You know what that is. Before midnight, I want to see that thing."

"In addition -" A sense of detachment appeared on his face, and then Owen continued in a subtle tone that ordinary people could not detect: "Lucius sends his regards to you, Mr. Fudge. With his support, you will be able to sit still." of!"

On the other side, Snape was about to catch this rude person who broke into the principal's office. He had a premonition that this trouble-making bastard would definitely turn everything upside down tonight.

Things are different now.

His eyes became serious.

The Death Eater mark, which hadn't squirmed for more than ten years, was on his wrist.

Tonight I suddenly felt strangely slightly hot.

You know, this is only Voldemort's mark.

The only one who can reactivate it is Voldemort.

Is there anything scarier than that person coming back again?
Thinking to himself, Snape couldn't help looking at Fudge with disgust. This idiot swallowed by power has no idea what kind of crisis the wizarding world is in today!
Just when he was reprimanding Owen.

The oak door was knocked open again.

This time it was Madam Pomfrey who walked in.

She was in a hurry, with tears in her eyes, and when she walked in front of the two professors, her body was trembling heart-wrenchingly.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who—"

"Don't open your mouth!" Hearing the sound, Owen interrupted again.

"Don't let me hear, don't let time collapse." After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the principal's office without communicating with anyone the whole time.

Is this a madman?

Kingsley watched in bewilderment as Owen broke in suddenly, and then ran out suddenly.

He couldn't understand what the kid was doing.

I just don't understand what he just said.

Time collapse?

what is that?
Except for Dumbledore, everyone present was unfamiliar with this strange combination of words.

Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses of the old principal, a bright light flashed in his wise eyes. Then he took a deep breath and said flatly, "Connery."

"Huh?" The minister was still in a daze.

"Do as the kid says!"

"But!"

That thing is not something that he can just take out as he said!
The Department of Mysteries doesn't always listen to the Minister of Magic!
That department has probably been around longer than the Ministry of Magic!

That is a research institution that should have existed during the wizarding council period. No wizard has ever fully understood what that department is researching.Not even successive Ministry of Magic officials.

"I will help you!" The old headmaster made a pun.

And Fudge, who received his answer, his eyes lit up, and instantly understood what Dumbledore meant.

Then he said urgently, as if he was afraid that Dumbledore would regret it, "Okay! I'll do it right away!"

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time time
parallel to the future.

Owen returned to the dormitory and slipped out of the cloth bag placed in the cabinet next to the bed, as well as Shirok and Bakkarti who were napping on his bed.

"Hmm - you can't wear them at the same time." He muttered to himself.

Then he walked to the window sill, pushed open the window, and threw the dazed Bakar straight out.

"one is enough!"

After taking in the dull look in the little fat dragon's eyes, Owen seemed to close the window again without any hesitation.

Mmmmm - it's cold!

Then, "It's time for me to give some hints."

He looked at the empty Marauder's Map, and this time the familiar name did not appear, which meant that 'he' was no longer in the castle.

Suddenly, a ray of fire came from the gloomy sky in the distance.

Although Gu Yan was not straight, she was not blown away by the wind either.

It seems to be intentionally gathered into a black ribbon.

You know, the weather outside is not good, there are dark clouds, and it just snowed heavily yesterday. Although the snow has stopped now, the wind has not stopped.

Ordinary smoke can never come together.

"Thanks for the tip."

The corners of his mouth tuck into a smile.

He immediately ran out of the Hufflepuff common room again.

Looking at the location of the smoke, it seemed to be in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.

Further ahead is the Forbidden Forest.

He already knew the surroundings of the castle well.

It's getting dark.

Under the cloudy sky, the sun was still setting on weekdays, but now there was no other light except for the fire in the distance.

The castle was silent at night.

He could hear nothing but the din of the wind.

Hagrid's hut is just ahead.

Owen gradually slowed down, and the wand was already in his hand.

"This is--"

Bending down, Owen was surprised to find that besides the firelight, there were other things guiding him.

It's corruption -

A clear khaki trace.

It's particularly eye-catching on the snow.

It's that monster!

He knew immediately who it was.

Although his fighting time just now was not long, Owen also noticed that wherever he walked, he would leave traces full of corruption.

Just like his dying body!
Come to Hagrid's hut.

He found that the pumpkin patch in front of the house seemed to have been maliciously damaged.

The flames are burning those broken pumpkins.

The traces of corruption did not stop here, but continued to spread, heading deep into the Forbidden Forest.

Without hesitation, Owen plunged into the Forbidden Forest.

"Luminescent flash!" There was a crisp, subtle chirp, and a faint light emitted from the end of his wand.

I walked forward rapidly and walked for about 10 minutes. I heard no other sounds except the snapping of branches and the rustling of leaves.

Around him, the ancient trees that have grown for centuries are getting denser and denser, and naturally there are no guiding stars above his head.

In the ancient Forbidden Forest, Owen's wand shone alone in the endless darkness, and he discovered that corruption had strayed off the path.

Over a mossy stump, he could hear the gurgling of water.

Apparently there was a stream somewhere nearby.

By the faint light at the end of his wand, he saw in the distance what seemed to be a tall oak tree broken in half.

He gripped his wand tightly and hurried after him.

Although he was anxious, he couldn't walk very fast. There were tree roots and stumps everywhere on the ground, blocking the road. It was almost impossible to see in the dark light.

His robes were caught on nearby low branches and thorns, and as he approached, Owen noticed that the ground nearby was sloping downward, although the trees were still as thick as before.

"And the temperature."

The fallen oak seemed to have been blown apart with a spell.

The place where it was broken was dark and smoke was still rising.

Touch some temperature.

Owen squatted down and picked up the turf on the ground with his wand.

In an instant, dark red traces appeared.

It looked like red ink spilled on the ground - okay!Actually it was more like blood seeping into the ground.

Owen continued to push back the dead grass.

The trail of blood is much like the mark of an individual's fall.

He had reason to suspect that he was squatting on whose grave.

What I pulled was probably his bloody head—oh—there might be the large intestine.

Suddenly, the fluorescence seemed to shine on something, and a gleam of light flashed on the ground.

It seems that something is reflecting light.

He bent down and quickly found a familiar thing among the weeds.

A mithril emblem of the Holy Trinity.

"Ok?"

saint?

When Owen saw this thing, he immediately thought of his grandfather's huge follower.

Saints at Hogwarts?

Hmmm - that's not unacceptable.

After all, the head of the saints is still working as an alchemy professor in the castle!
"Interesting!" Owen's lips slowly cracked into a wicked smile.

It seems that the forces around the castle aren't the only ones - the Deadborn.

There are other forces around.

Feel the tenderness of the necklace in your hand.

It's not that bad either - is it?

At least he now knows one of the Deadborn's weaknesses, right?
They can't swallow mithril!

Otherwise, there is not just a pool of blood here.

Fog still shrouded the forest, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

But Owen didn't feel panicked.

On the contrary, it feels like a leisurely afternoon walk.

The world of Harry Potter is a single timeline, since he is completing the history, then nothing will happen to him now!
(End of this chapter)