I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 537: Unexpected Attack

Pansy's sudden appearance disgusted all the young wizards present.

But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. At least after this fight, everyone will know that Draco is on the train.

Compared to Hermione, Ginny obviously doesn't have such a good temper.

She took out her wand and cast a spell.

Pansy was caught off guard and was hit by the petrification spell. Suddenly, a grayish-white color surrounded her body, and it was like cement slowly solidifying, and she was fixed in place.

"Never mind her," said Harry, dressed as Draco. "We must get ready. I have seen London."

After Harry's reminder.

Everyone looked out of the car window.

In the distance, the sunny weather when we set out from the Scottish Highlands has completely given way to a kind of gloom.

The heavy sky presses down on the city's skyline, and a strange and uneasy atmosphere arises.

The air seeping in from the windows was filled with a damp and rotten smell, as if it was the unclean filth left over after centuries of decay of flesh and soul.

The whispers of the wind, the murmur of the earth, and the whistle of the train all made the surroundings even more eerie and evil.

Although this may be some kind of psychological suggestion.

But the feeling of uneasiness and anxiety is still very real.

"It seems it is inevitable."

At this moment, no amount of explanation would be enough.

Anyone who witnessed all this would deeply feel the danger that was approaching, and that the Death Eaters' attack was by no means groundless.

"It is indeed time to prepare early." Owen said calmly.

The speed of the train began to slowly decrease.

The surrounding buildings became clearer and clearer.

They drove into the steel forest like sheep into a tiger's mouth.

Although no one wanted the train to stop, and even hoped that it would keep running like this for the entire summer so that they would never reach King's Cross Station, in the past few years, the little wizards have all understood a harsh rule: when something unpleasant is waiting ahead, time will not slow down, and may even speed up.

In the blink of an eye, the Hogwarts Express stopped at Nine and Three Quarters Station.

On the train, the little wizards all leaned their heads out and looked outside from the windows, and no one dared to leave.

For some reason, there was heavy fog at the station. The smoke did not feel like water vapor. It gave people a very light feeling, not as thick as water vapor.

Several human figures were vaguely visible in the fog.

Blurry and can't see clearly.

"Flying sand and flying rocks."

Hermione pulled out her grapevine wand and cast a spell out the window.

Then a puff of yellow sand rose, and a violent wind dispersed the mist, and then they saw it—Amelia Susan Bones.

On the train, Susan's face instantly turned into one of horror.

Amelia Susan Bones was her grandmother, also Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic.

A witch with a broad build and square jaw, short grey hair, a monocle and a formidable expression on her face. Tonks had once described Amelia as a fair and honest person.

At this moment, her stiff body was brutally nailed to the wall of the station with a spear. Her glasses were nowhere to be found, and her old face was filled with grief and resentment.

Blood flowed down from her heart, dripping onto the ground, making a silent wail.

Except for Amelia, there was a cold corpse hanging on each arched pillar of the station, as if the perpetrators were treating them as specimens.

On the train, the little wizards stood there for a long time in silence, as if they had been slapped in the face.

Only Susan, her tears like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her trembling hands, and her sharp and piercing cries echoed in the ears of every little wizard on the train.

Fearful and anxious, he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet, and cry to the sky. But the thousands of thoughts in his mind turned into silent cries in the end. In front of him, more than a dozen Aurors from the Ministry of Magic died silently. And this might just be an appetizer sent by the Death Eaters. It was a deterrent, but also a mockery.

Suddenly, at least forty or fifty hooded figures walked out of the fog that had not yet dissipated in the distance.

Some of them stood on the stands, while others hovered in the air, surrounding the train from all directions.

There was no sign. A dozen figures rushed out of the train. Owen didn't see their faces clearly. He was only in one section of the train, looking out through the window, so he couldn't see the whole picture.

But almost the next moment, a dazzling green light and some sharp and ear-piercing sound burst out.

"boom!"

A huge crash was heard.

In the carriage, Hermione Owen rushed out hurriedly.

In front, a big hole was blown open at the connection between the two carriages.

A burly man wearing a black cloak walked in.

A creepy laugh sounded, but it only lasted for a moment before suddenly stopping.

Owen stretched out a hand, and the broken iron pieces beside the big hole suddenly creaked, like sharp daggers, and rushed towards the man.

This process is extremely fast.

It started almost in the blink of an eye.

The man was startled.

He suddenly wanted to cast an Apparition spell, but Owen was faster. The moment his body became illusory and distorted, the Anti-Apparition spell was instantly activated. It was like a hook that pulled the man back from the illusion.

The next second, all the daggers stabbed into the man's body.

The powerful recoil directly knocked it away.

"Hmph—" the silver-haired young man snorted.

Emerald eyes looked out through the corridor window.

The man's body was stabbed with seven or eight daggers, and he was nailed firmly to the wall.

But he still didn't die. When Owen and the little wizards were watching, he actually raised his head with a provocative expression.

This time, everyone finally saw the man's face clearly.

It was an extremely pale face.

His cheeks, eyes and forehead were slightly bulging, as if he had gained weight by soaking in water.

His expression was very stiff. You could even see the bones under the skin and flesh, and how hard it was for them to move.

He is not a human being at all.

It's a machine.

Or - the Inferi?
"Avada Kedavra!"

There was no hesitation.

Owen pulled out his crystal wand, and the dazzling green light broke through the glass and rushed straight towards the laughing monster.

The Grim Reaper raised his scythe and swung it mercilessly.

The green light suddenly lit up after a moment.

All the onlookers were silent.

Because - the laughter did not stop, and the man did not die.

"He's not alive!" Hermione was not stupid. She naturally understood why Owen used the killing curse.

This magic, which only attacks the souls of living beings, is a good way to detect the dead and the living, although it is a bit evil.

"Merlin—"

Countless swallowing sounds were heard all around.

The young wizards stared at the man in a daze, watching him pull out the daggers from his body one by one.

There was no blood - not even a wound - and apart from the shredded clothing that testified to the damage Owen had just inflicted, he was almost intact.

"monster!"

Someone yelled.

Those little wizards in the lower grades.

They started to flee in all directions like crazy.

"Hermione, go maintain order." At this time, a figure flashed in front of everyone, with silver hair passing through the hole blasted by the man outside and returned to the station.

Hermione couldn't tell who the man with Owen's appearance was for a moment, but in a flash, she understood her responsibility.

In the carriage, more and more members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared.

They fled in all directions, pretending to be Owen, Hermione, Ron and Harry, attracting a large number of men in black robes to chase them.

As for the real Owen, he cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, Hermione, and Ron.

Although this magic is just a sleight of hand and cannot be hidden from the strange wizards outside if one looks carefully, it is enough in such a chaotic battlefield.

The members of the DA gathered together and began to stabilize the young wizard in the carriage, and were ready to fight and greet the intruders at any time.

"Nothing will happen to them, right!" Hermione, who was in disguise, said worriedly in the crowd.

Although they knew the plan, they had no idea who had drunk the Polyjuice Potion.

So even if I am worried now, I don’t know who to worry about.

"Maybe." Owen was not sure. Voldemort's magic was even more terrifying. He might have improved the [Disguiser] magic again. The wizard who swallowed the [Death Root] had already turned into a monster.

The technology of the past, the first generation of [Disguiser] magic used by the high priest of Lavie Voodoo, is also the first generation of [Disguiser] mastered by the [God-favored] sects.

There are various limitations. For example, changing one's body requires offering sacrifices to the outer gods, and half of the soul taken cannot be retained and needs to be offered to the outer gods.

Their bodies are still 'human', and they will die under the killing curse.

In essence, the first generation of [Pretender] magic mastered by the [God's Favored] Cult is a kind of sacrifice to the outer gods, or a sacrificial activity for the outer gods to collect souls.

Taking over another's body is just an incentive and reward to make subordinates work hard and not to exhaust the resources.

But now, Voldemort's men no longer look like "human beings". They can't even be called living creatures.

It is possible that in the past few months, Voldemort, who has returned again, has obtained some magic from the Outer Gods and improved it.

"However, they are not the protagonists of this battle." Owen continued, "They are just baits to attract the Death Eaters away from the train. Don't let the war affect the little wizards. Run away for a distance and wait for the effect of the Polyjuice Potion to wear off, then you can escape quietly. I guess this duel may be related to Dumbledore and Tom."

"You mean V-Tom might come over himself?" said Hermione.

"Yes, with such a big scene, he will definitely show up. He needs a battle to announce his return and his strength."

"." Harry, who was disguised as Draco, clenched his fists involuntarily.

He wanted to rush out and join the war outside, but his reason told him not to attack rashly because it would disrupt Dumbledore's plan.

But - hiding here really made him uncomfortable.

About two or three minutes passed.

Suddenly a voice abruptly appeared in the carriage.

"Who?"

Dozens of wands, raised.

Pointing in the same direction.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus and the others swallowed.

Hannah, Justin, Ernie and others gritted their teeth.

Luna and Qiu Zhang looked at the door of the carriage from afar, and Qiu Zhang almost cried, but he still didn't put down the wand in his hand.

The carriage door was opened.

But the person who appeared was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Mr Grindelwald?" Harry shouted.

"And Professor Victor!"

The little wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

Owen looked at Grindelwald cautiously. Although he could easily feel the familiar magic coming from the other party, he was in a war after all, so it was always better to be cautious.

He raised his wand to Grindelwald and said, "Wait - what do we need to get to Canada?"

"Need stepping stones," Grindelwald said calmly.

Owen put his wand away.

He glanced behind Grindelwald and saw more than a dozen wizards appearing one after another.

There were people he was familiar with, including Garona, Winston, Kent, Aunt Roy, and Professor Victor.

In addition, there were a dozen wizards he didn't know.

He saw the shadow of his grandmother Wenda Rosier in the faces of several people, and thought that she should be a wizard from the Rosier family.

"Is it that serious?" Owen frowned. "The Ministry of Magic is completely untrustworthy?"

The fact that his grandfather was here could only mean one thing, that the Ministry of Magic was completely untrustworthy.

Otherwise, the Ministry of Magic Aurors should be responsible for picking them up. How could someone like Rufus Scrimgeour agree to allow outsiders to participate in such work?

"The reliable ones are all on the wall outside." Grindelwald waved his hand, and the wizards around him dispersed. They began to protect the little wizards as they got off the car one after another.

Exit the station through the wall.

Hogwarts professors were also involved in this process.

Owen saw Professor Sprout commanding the lower-grade Hufflepuff team.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand and collected the bodies of the poor Aurors from the platform walls.

Susan collapsed and knelt on the platform, with her grandmother in front of her.

Every little wizard who left said that they had witnessed death and brutal killings.

The heavy, mountain-like pressure weighed down everyone.

"Huh - maybe this will be a good thing?"

Owen muttered as he looked at the distraught crowd.

There are more and more wizards on the scene.

Reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic also arrived. Rufus Scrimgeour led the team himself. At least the Aurors he led were trustworthy.

But the professors clearly don't think so.

They refused to allow the Aurors to approach the young wizard because the tragic deaths of Amelia Susan Bones and others must have been leaked by someone, allowing the Death Eaters to ambush them in advance.

The professors were unable to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, and could only kill them all at once. They even had a conflict with Scrimgeour. In short, they would not let him get close to them.

This made the Minister of Magic very angry.

He had a gloomy face the whole time, with veins bulging between his eyebrows. If the legendary wizard Grindelwald had not been here, if the war around them had not been going on, if he had not been short of manpower, he would have had to fight with Professor Flitwick, who was leading the team.

Owen heard him insulting Professor Flitwick, calling him a goblin, a bastard, etc. The two sides had completely broken off.

In addition, ordinary British wizards and relatives of young wizards also gathered at the station. Although most of them could not even use an armor charm, their large numbers could still force the Death Eaters to be cautious, unless they were willing to go to war with the entire magical world.

Owen, Hermione and Ron, under the care of Mrs. Weasley, went straight to the Black ancestral home, which was safe enough.

Harry was looked after by Grindelwald himself, and returned to Privet Drive with his uncle who came to pick him up.

The little wizards evacuated quickly.

In less than half an hour, there was no one left at King's Station.

The battle between the Federation, the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters is still going on and is even showing signs of expanding. The whole of London has become their battlefield.

The sky was filled with dark misty figures.

The battle intensified until the saints and some Aurors from the Ministry of Magic joined in after escorting the young wizards. Only then did the situation begin to turn in one side's favor.

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Hermione and her friends spent a sleepless night at 12 Grimmauld Place.

No one slept that night. Everyone gathered in the living room and kept the lights on until dawn.

Koyatel also returned here in the afternoon.

Originally she had her own house, and the British government had prepared accommodation for her, but in view of the current situation, Mrs. Weasley took her back to 12 Grimmauld Place, which was safer.

In the early morning, cold white light shines into the living room.

On the sofa, Hermione leaned in Owen's arms. She was yawning and staring at the fireplace in front of her with all her strength.

Before, she was holding her ancient runic notebook and recording those complicated magic patterns, but she couldn't continue after just half an hour because of her restless heart.

The tea table next to it was filled with various potions.

These were all the medicines she prepared for treatment, including distilled water, antidotes, glimmering potions, etc.

If there are injured people coming here at night, they can be treated immediately.

But - a whole night passed and no one came.

It seems like this place is isolated from the world.

Owen wanted to go out and find out, but Hermione would not allow him no matter what, so he had no idea what was going on outside.

"Sir, sir!"

The quiet living room was suddenly broken by several screams.

The four of them looked towards the door and saw that it was Dobby who came here.

"Dobi, what's going on outside?" Hermione jumped up from the sofa.

In the early morning, they suddenly remembered that the elf would not get the attention of Voldemort or the Death Eaters, and then they quickly found Dobby and asked him to go out and investigate.

It is dawn today. It is the end of June and it is already light at around five o'clock.

That means five hours have passed since Dobby left.

"Oh no!" Dobby ran over in panic and stumbled over the carpet, but he didn't care at all. He got up immediately and shouted, "It was a duel. The evil who must not be named dueled with Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald, and he won! Dobby saw Mr. Dumbledore fall from the sky with his own eyes."

"What?!" The four were shocked when they heard it!
(End of this chapter)