Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

What is time?
Cheng Xiao didn't know.

What then are the bloodlines and abilities that possess time-related characteristics?
Cheng Xiao didn't know either.

Because in his view, his bloodline was merely an auxiliary element.

It can enhance cell activity and promote limb regeneration.

It wasn't until he was hit by a rocket launcher ten years later outside the garden corridor of Hogwarts that he understood something.

It turns out that Chu Xuan didn't just randomly choose his bloodline back then.

It turns out that he didn't make a choice back then either.

Hormone Fruit and Rainbow Child's Pacifier.

He was destined to choose the latter.

Cheng Xiao didn't know why he had witnessed this scene.

Is it a revolving lantern?

No, it seems not.

It seems to be his...timeline...

At the end of this timeline is a scene of him standing in the Main God Space choosing to exchange.

Everything in the scene is frozen in time.

This was the first time Cheng Xiao had viewed the Main God Space from God's perspective, and also the first time he had seen other people.

At this moment, Zhan Lan was blushing and lowering her head. She remembered what Zheng Zha, that scumbag, had said to her back then.

Li Xian stood to the side with his eyes closed. Cheng Xiao remembered that Li Xian had just completed an A-level side quest to enhance his character.

Zhao Yingkong was holding a novel with a pink cover.

Xiao Honglu was pulling out his hair.

Chu Xuan sat in front of the computer under the main god, editing something.

A series of still images flickered continuously.

However, for some reason, the perspective of most of the shots is particularly strange.

Because he doesn't seem to be... the main character!
People always observe the world through their own eyes, and therefore always see themselves as the protagonist.

Cheng Xiao had always understood this principle, just like the three of them in Harry Potter.

Besides Harry, there's Ron and Hermione.

If you look at the whole storyline from their perspective, they are also undoubtedly the protagonists.

He turned misfortune into good fortune, survived a great calamity, and even Ron, the academic underachiever, ended up winning the heart of a beautiful woman.

So logically, everyone is like this.

However, this doesn't seem to be the case in the timeline.

Before Cheng Xiao could think too much about these contradictory discoveries, he had no time to process them.

hum!
Cheng Xiao's gaze returned to the dark cemetery.

Then it closed its eyes, and the baby's body fell heavily onto the black grave soil.
-
In his possessed state, Voldemort parted his lips, revealing a row of jagged teeth:
"Fifteen years...that's a long time...but how dare you destroy my father's grave..."

This disgusting creature, parasitic on Cedric's back and resembling both an infant and an old man, surprisingly revealed a strange smile at this point.

Faced with something that should be outrageous for a son, he laughed out loud.

"Lupin, Black."

"Now that Wormtail is dead, you two can be the audience!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't the process of the Dark Lord's resurrection be too monotonous!"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

As he spoke, the disgusting Voldemort burst into laughter.

Blake struggled to lift his wand, but blue-white frost had already spread to his wrist.

Voldemort waved Cedric's hand dismissively.

A crimson light flashed, and Blake's right hand, which was holding the wand, exploded into pieces.

The magic wand shattered into a pile of icicles.

The sudden pain of losing his arm made Blake scream.

Voldemort, with a smile on his face, seemed to really appreciate the sound, which made him look pleased.

He manipulated Cedric's hand to swing it again.

A huge stone cauldron that had been overturned in the distance flew over and landed in front of them.

Then a ball of flame appeared out of nowhere.

It landed beneath this huge stone pot.

Looking at the stone pot in front of him, the controlled Cedric began to wave his wand continuously, and one thing after another flew from the house in the distance and fell into the stone pot.

As the flames continued to burn, the viscous liquid mixed together in the huge stone pot began to boil.

This gave the two people who had been watching a very bad feeling.

Blake roared angrily:

"impossible!"

"There is no magic for resurrection in this world!"

Voldemort, who had walked to the stone pot, looked up and said slowly:

"It didn't exist before, but from now on, it will!"

"And you are the witnesses!"

"Don't worry. I won't kill you two. I need you to spread the word, tell Dumbledore, and tell the entire wizarding world."

"I am Voldemort!"

"They're coming back soon!!!"

The hoarse laughter was strange and unpleasant, but anyone could hear the unbridled joy in those words.

By this time, both Blake and Lupin had a bad feeling, but perhaps they were annoyed by how noisy they were.

Blue ice crystals once again covered their mouths.

In the quiet cemetery, only the sound of some liquid bubbling could be heard.

"We're still missing the last and most important three serious points!"

"The servant's flesh..."

After saying that, he waved his wand.

The limbs that Little Pettigrew had previously severed flew over and landed in the stone pot.

The moment these mangled flesh and blood came into contact with the churning liquid, they melted and entered.

Seeing this, Voldemort's smile widened.

"The bones of my dearest relative!"

The wand was waved again.

Lupin and Black saw a layer of fine white sand flying out from the pit behind them.

Finally, the dust gathered in front of Voldemort, and then the barely perceptible sand began to condense.

In the end, it was magically restored to a piece of pale white bone.

Faced with Voldemort's almost miraculous regenerative abilities, the two finally realized what Cheng Xiao had been planning to do.

However, it is obvious that this player made a fatal mistake.

Even if he used firepower to grind the bones into powder, Voldemort could still refine them again.

That is, as this piece of white bone fell down.

The liquid in the stone pot instantly thickened.

A strong smell followed.

"What...what exactly happened?"

Perhaps stimulated by this peculiar smell, Harry woke up at this moment.

All he remembered was being attacked and knocked unconscious by Cedric next to him.

but now!

Harry sat up, his gaze shifting to the two people frozen in place.

At the same time, he also saw Voldemort behind Cedric.

He was all too aware of this existence.

Because three years ago, he witnessed the same scene in the basement.

However, the body he was parasitizing changed from Professor Quirrell to Cedric.

Harry didn't know why either.

Perhaps due to the shock, he woke up from his coma this time.

Scenes from three years ago began to uncontrollably resurface in his mind.

He thought of Hagrid, whom he had seen that day, and Neville, who stood in front of the three of them.

And the night the three of them truly embarked on their adventure…
-
Evening of November 3, 1991.

Exchange student dormitory.

"It's been over twenty days, and Cheng Xiao still hasn't shown up. According to Hashimoto Kanna, it seems he really has run away to several years in the future." "Will something happen to Cheng Xiao?"

Xiao Honglu looked at Zheng Zha, who had asked the question, and the others who were looking over with curiosity.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled slightly and explained:

"Although the power of time is invisible and intangible, and may even seem weak and powerless at times, don't forget that it is also the most deadly force in the world."

"No matter what kind of horror movie it is, the number of people killed by knives, swords, or guns is not as many as those who die of old age."

"It may be insignificant, but it is also essential."

"And this is also a force capable of killing any of us."

Upon hearing this cryptic answer, Zheng Zha wore a wry smile.

"But the problem is, Cheng Xiao doesn't possess this kind of power."

Xiao Honglu shook his head: "Who knows? Just because it didn't happen then doesn't mean it won't happen later."

"That's not important. What's important is that the final plot is about to begin."
-
As the bell stopped ringing in the first-floor corridor, the three little ones rushed out of the classroom immediately.

"I always thought the Hogwarts exams were difficult, but I didn't expect them to be so easy."

"It seems that the professor is very kind to us freshmen."

Twelve-year-old Ron followed behind, shaking his head and wailing in pain.
"No, no, no, Hermione, that's because you feel okay."

"I'm fine as long as I pass, since I've been having nightmares for days."

"But Harry, are you alright?"

As Ron spoke, he looked at Harry Potter, who had been covering his forehead ever since the exam.

"It's not good. My forehead has been burning ever since I finished the exam."

Hermione asked, "Has this happened before?"

"It has happened before. But this time it's different; it lasted much longer."

"Harry, maybe you should go to the school infirmary."

Harry shook his head, then his little face turned serious:
"I was actually thinking that this might be a warning, that danger might be coming."

Harry paused for a moment after speaking, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Yes. That's right, how come it took me so long to think of that?"

As Harry spoke, he suddenly turned a corner and walked out of the castle.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance and quickly followed behind.

"What's wrong with Harry?"

"What did you think of?"

Harry said as he walked quickly:

"Don't you guys find it a bit strange? Hagrid's greatest desire is a dragon, and yet a complete stranger happens to have one."

"How many people would wander around carrying a dragon egg that is still hatching? I never thought of that before."

The three of them then jogged along and arrived at the stone hut, where Hagrid was sitting at the door.

Harry, without even saying hello, immediately asked:

"Hagrid, who gave you that dragon egg?"

"What does that person look like?"

Hagrid, somewhat bewildered by the three flustered individuals, replied:

“I don’t know. I didn’t see his face clearly; he was wearing a hood.”

"That was a stranger."

Harry pressed on, "Then you must have spoken to this stranger, right?"

What did you talk about?

Hagrid nodded: "We just talked about what kinds of creatures I've kept before, and I gave him a brief overview."

"Where's Maoqiu? Did you mention it?"

Hagrid nodded: "Of course I said that. You should know that not everyone has ever owned a three-headed dog, which is why I said that owning a dragon is a piece of cake."

Harry claps his hands:

"Yes, that's it. Is he interested in the fur ball?"

Hagrid nodded:

"Of course he's interested. Everyone I've told him about is interested in the three-headed dog. After all, how many people have ever seen a three-headed dog drinking milk as a puppy?"

"But I told him the trick to dealing with living beings is to soothe them."

"Take Maoqiu as an example. Playing some music for him can help him fall asleep. So every creature has its own little tricks, which you have to discover little by little while raising them..."

"Uh, did I say something I shouldn't have again?"

I shouldn't have told you!

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Harry!!"

Hagrid had just realized he had talked too much again.

Harry has already run far away.

"Wait, Hagrid, then who was the one who won the dragon back later?"

"You handed the dragon over to him yesterday, right? So he's at the academy? Who is he?"

Hermione, who had run off with Harry, suddenly turned back to Hagrid and asked again.

Hagrid nodded:

"Yes, he's from the academy. You all know him, he's the exchange student, the biggest one. We're pretty close, and he also has one-quarter giant blood. Oh, and he also..."

Hagrid was once again left unfinished when Hermione ran off again.

The chapel on the first floor of the college.

Professor McGonagall, who was organizing the exam papers, looked up at the doorway.

A moment later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran in.

“Professor McGonagall, we need to see Dean Dumbledore, now, immediately.”

"please!"

Professor McGonagall looked at the three people who looked anxious:

"Headmaster Dumbledore isn't here. There's an emergency at the Ministry of Magic, so he went to London this morning!"

Harry was shocked:

"He's gone? But this matter is extremely important!"

"It concerns the Philosopher's Stone."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall's expression finally changed, and she looked at the three of them:
How did you know about the Philosopher's Stone?

Hermione said directly, "Professor McGonagall, someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Professor McGonagall looked up at the empty classroom and the doorway.

Then he looked at the three people:
"I don't know where you learned about the Philosopher's Stone, but I assure you, it's perfectly safe now."

"Now, all three of you go back to your dorm right now, and leave quietly!"

Ron, who was in the middle, wanted to say something more, but Harry, seeing Professor McGonagall's serious expression, pulled him back.

Hermione also turned her head and gave her a look.

The three of them then went outside.

Unbeknownst to them, Professor McGonagall was staring at the three of them with a strange look.

In the corridor.

"So, the stranger who gave Hagrid the egg wasn't a stranger at all; it was Snape. So he now knows how to get around the furball to get the Philosopher's Stone."

Hermione spoke up:

"No, if that's the case, then why was Professor Snape injured?"

"It's the sloping foot you mentioned."

Ron said, "It could also be a problem with the music; it might not be the kind of music that Furball likes."

Hermione thought for a moment and said, "Well, that's possible."

Harry lowered his head: "Most importantly, we just found out that Headmaster Dumbledore is not in the house today."

"In other words, today is a rare and excellent opportunity."

Ron and Hermione both nodded in agreement.

After Harry finished speaking, he hurried forward.

Seeing this, the two quickly followed.

Just then, Hermione suddenly spoke up from behind:
"By the way, you just said you had a nightmare?"

"What nightmare?"

Ron blushed upon hearing this, but luckily Hermione was walking ahead and didn't see it.

Ron quickly said:

"It's nothing, I just dreamt of a ball, and I was dancing with Professor McGonagall." (End of Chapter)