People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 330: Reappearance of Historical Celebrities

“What? You’ve already graduated?”

At 7: in the morning, Harry, who came to go to school with Bagel, was stunned.

Then, Bagir, with an unhappy look on his face, sent him directly into the fireplace where blue flames were burning.

"A-2."

This time Harry directly called out the coordinates of the destination.

But for a moment, the earth did not grow larger and crash into him.

Instead, a gentle female voice was heard first.

"Identity verification. Passed"

("Do I need to check my identity before going to Earth?" Ron stood up instantly on the four-poster bed.)
(Dean, who was in the next bed, buried his head in his pillow and replied in a muffled voice, "It could also be that you need to verify your identity to go to Hogwarts University of Witchcraft and Wizardry.")
(Neville yawned, "Maybe all the places with higher numbers on Earth need to check their identities. Cedric encountered the same situation.")
("But Castrobus is really magnificent. It's like a temple. The stones it's made of are all golden. No wonder its address number is so high up. A-3.")
(Cedric was the first to get up. Out of curiosity about Castrobush, he went there via the Floo Network early in the morning.)
(Because he got up too early, Ron and the others who were still asleep did not see it.)
The identity verification was quick, and before Harry could come to his senses, he saw the Earth crashing towards him, followed by the European continent and Great Britain.
"Hogwarts is still in the Scottish Highlands?"

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he appeared on the Hogsmeade platform.

The platform was already filled with scattered students.

Harry noticed that a large number of students seemed to have flown in from nearby, and only a few used the Floo Network like he did.

(Ron, who had already come to the auditorium to eat breakfast, wondered, "Isn't this a magic university? How come it looks almost unchanged? And why are there so few people? They all seem to live on Earth, and there are very few from outer space.")
(Hermione, the queen of the exams who gets up early every day, took a sip of milk and said, "Didn't I say before that a large number of students have been screened out from elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and only a few can go to college.")
("As for why everyone seems to live on Earth, it's because higher education is an expensive investment.")
(“Naturally, the majority of college students are educated by families that are rich enough to live on Earth.”)
The ways in which these students fly in also vary.

There were flying ones with glowing bodies.

There was a person wearing light armor, creating a tail wave in the air.

Some came here in flying vehicles or magical creatures, and it is really difficult to distinguish between the two because many flying vehicles have chosen bionic designs.

Some were riding outdated flying broomsticks.

(“Nimbus 1000?” Ron laughed. “Hermione, you’re wrong. This guy is obviously very poor and he’s using an original Nimbus broom.”)
(Hermione was a little speechless, but when she thought about how Ron had never been rich, it was normal for him not to understand, so she patiently explained, "You have to pay attention to one thing, this flying broom is out of date and a thing of the past. So flying brooms, especially old models, are antiques and collectibles.")
(“And the first racing broom, the Nimbus 1000, is undoubtedly a collector’s item.”)
("Maybe this 1000 Nimbus is more expensive than the silver armor that just flew by.")
But what surprised Harry most was that there were people walking here, from the neighboring village of Hogsmeade which seemed to still exist.

(Ron managed to say, "What about those on foot?")
("That's even more of a status symbol," said Hermione. "It means he lives nearby.")
(“The address of Hogwarts University of Witchcraft and Wizardry is A-2. The houses nearby must be very expensive!”)
"What are you looking at? Freshman." A slightly frivolous voice sounded.

"Hengis!" said Harry in surprise.

("Hengis!" Ron screamed. "That's definitely him, I've seen it on Chocolate Frog cards a hundred times - Hengis of Woodcroft, the founder of Hogsmeade.")
(“I definitely didn’t make a mistake. The most I can say is that this guy is a little thinner and doesn’t have a big beard.”)
"What did I say? This freshman will definitely recognize my face." The man who looked like Hangis joked with his friend next to him.

("I knew it," Hermione said, not surprised at all. "After I learned that there was magic in this world that passed on power through names, I knew I would definitely meet many historical figures.")
("Ron, maybe you'll see Gryffindor later!")
"Then look at me." The girl next to Hangis said with a smile.

"Alberta Tussel!" Harry replied immediately.

("Alberta Tussell!" Ron said almost in unison with Harry, reciting the entire text of the Chocolate Frog. "Champion of the 1430 All-England Wizarding Duelling Tournament. Noted for defeating the expected champion, Samson Wiblin, with the Exploding Charm.")
(Hermione glanced at Ron helplessly. "I wish you were as familiar with History of Magic as you are with Chocolate Frogs.")
"Harry Potter!" Alberta Tussel's smile froze; she also recognized this face.

'Hengis' rubbed his eyes, "It's really Harry Potter!"

Harry suddenly found himself shaking hands with everyone on the platform.

"I'm Dion Hangis, formerly known as Wink Rosmerta. The three broomsticks in Hogsmeade belong to my family. There has always been a rumor that the three broomsticks are the residence of Dion Hangis. Look what happened, I'm actually the descendant of Dion Hangis!"

"What an honor, a descendant of Harry Potter! I'm Alberta Tussel, formerly known as Irene Tussel. Did you know that I'm a relative of the first knight Seamus Finnigan? I'm the granddaughter of his mother's brother!"

(Seamus was confused, "My mother's Tussell turned out to be Alberta Tussell's Tussell? No wonder I'm so good at making explosions.")
"The descendants of Harry Potter have returned to Hogwarts! You must be a knight major! A Gryffindor!"

"I am so happy, Mr. Potter. I can't even begin to explain how happy I am. My name is Colin Creevey. My original name is..."

"I know you," Harry shouted when 'Creevy' was too excited to speak, "Colin Creevey, a friend of my ancestor Harry Potter, he also has a brother called Denis Creevey."

"He actually still remembers it!" 'Creevy' looked at everyone present and shouted, "Did you hear that? Colin Creevy is Harry Potter's friend! Remember his brother's name!" "I am Kyle Creevy, the descendant of Colin Creevy and Dennis Creevy, both of whom died in the Battle of Hogwarts!"

"My grandpa always taught me to be a hero like Harry Potter!"

Harry was shocked. Did the little boy who idolized him and his brother also become heroes and sacrifice themselves?
So, in the subsequent handshakes, when Colin Creevey ran over and invited him to shake hands again, Harry patiently agreed.

A man wearing green light armor covered with ornate snake patterns approached.

"He is a descendant of Isolt Sayre," Creevey said unhappily, "a notorious Dark Knight."

("Who is Isolt Sayre?" Ron frowned. "A bad guy?")
(Hermione sighed, "Founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you'd better not say that in front of American wizards.")
("A descendant of Slytherin!" Ron suddenly realized, "No wonder Colin would reject him so much, but isn't the descendant of Slytherin over there named Stuart?")
(Hermione held her forehead, "Isolt Sayer's mother, Leona Sayer, had a maiden name of Gaunt. In order to commemorate her father and mother, Isolt Sayer and her husband James Stewart did not take their husband's surnames, but their descendants have the surname Stewart.")
"Creevy," the visor was retracted, revealing a face that Harry was familiar with, "If I were the Dark Knight I would have been in prison long ago."

"I just fought too hard in the virtual universe, and inherited an unpleasant but powerful name - Voldemort."

("Why didn't his inherited name be Tom Riddle?" Neville wondered.)
(“Perhaps because Voldemort didn’t approve of the name Tom Riddle,” said Ron.)
"Why aren't you Snake Face?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Voldemort's face, both on the back of Quirrell's head and in the newspaper, looked like the face of a squashed snake.

But the 'Voldemort' in front of him inherited the handsome face from when he was Tom Riddle.

"I didn't create a Horcrux or use the dangerous magical knowledge passed down to transform the human body." 'Voldemort' shrugged, "I'm not like Voldemort, who feels ashamed of looking like his Muggle father!"

("Damn little brat!" Voldemort, who had regained his Muggle father's face, was furious. He finally overcame his disgust for this face with his current love for science and Muggle society.)
(But now, it made him think again.)
(I can only use my own eyes or snake pupils to cheer.)
"Too much?" Creevey became furious when he saw the descendant of his idol talking to the bad guy in his eyes. "Your Death Light is not a lie. Magic cannot lie. You have such a deep understanding of the Force of Darkness and Death, yet you dare to say you are a good person."

"Of course I'm a good guy." 'Voldemort' shrugged. "To use the old-fashioned term, I'm just good at the Dark Arts. Not all people who are good at the Dark Arts are Dark wizards. The greatest White wizard, Albus Dumbledore, also knows advanced Dark Arts, but he never uses them."

("Dumbledore's reputation is still intact?" Ron wondered.)
(Hermione raised her eyebrows and snorted, "Because he died a long time ago. Basil wouldn't bother with one. And Dumbledore in this world sacrificed himself after all. He used his own life.")
"Just good at the dark arts?" Creevey said word by word, "But the predecessor of the Death Ray is the Killing Curse, an unforgivable curse that will send you to Azkaban if you use it."

"We need to think dialectically about this." Voldemort said with a gentle smile, "Because of the existence of the virtual universe, students who use it for training or fighting are bound to have killed people. You must have killed someone too. In this case, using the Killing Curse to kill someone is no different from using your fists to kill someone."

"If they wanted to, most of the students in this school could probably use the Killing Curse with great skill."

("What did he say?" Neville stammered. "Murder?")
(Ron was speechless. He finally understood Hermione's feelings towards him. "It's a virtual universe. Everything is virtual. Let alone killing people in it, nothing is illegal. No one will really die.")
(Hermione thought more, "If that's the case, some dark magic that involves sacrificing one's body should be... No, they should be banned. After all, in this way, we can't compare the strengths and weaknesses of students, we can only compare how cruel we are to ourselves.")
("After all, this kind of magic is generally known for being easy to learn and extremely powerful.")
"But the Death Ray is an advanced version of the Killing Curse, your original creation." Creevey sneered, "Only a true dark wizard who enjoys killing can create such an evil black magic."

"Is there a possibility?" 'Voldemort' said calmly, "I am too good. After all, I inherited the name Voldemort, the name of the most powerful dark wizard. That's right, you are just a mediocre person after all."

"Although Colin Creevey was brave, he died too young. He died heroically at the age of sixteen. The power you inherited is naturally shallower, and you can't see the scenery where I am. But I think you will understand, Harry."

"I'm sorry," Harry shook his head, "I don't know you yet. I need to really look at you with my own eyes before I can come to the right conclusion."

Creevey was angrily silent.

Harry actually wanted to nod. The face of 'Voldemort' reminded him of Voldemort from the world of magic fairies and spell cards. They were both good people and taught him a lot.

And because of the appearance of 'Voldemort', those who pestered him to shake hands and say hello also disappeared.

"That's great." 'Voldemort' smiled slightly, "You are worthy of being the descendant of Harry Potter. Unlike others, you are always full of prejudices and look at people with tinted eyes."

"To be honest, when I first greeted you, I was hesitant, worried that you might be like your father, James Sirius Potter, but it's clear that you're more like Albus Severus Potter."

"The real Potter who saw everyone as an equal walking with Scorpius Malfoy."

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Harry first sighed, his offspring was also captured by the Malfoy girl like himself.

But the next second.
"Scorpius, it's her, not him."

"I'm sorry." 'Voldemort' shrugged. "You can only blame your grandfather Harry Potter for naming him after Albus Dumbledore. Now it is discovered that names are magical and reflect the personality of the owner of the name."

"Maybe it's because of 'Albus' that he fell in love with men."

(End of this chapter)