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

Chapter 592: With Diana in London

"Distance is not a problem for us." Baqir tapped his fingers.

It was just air, but there was a knock on the door.

next second.

Black smoke billowed, and the image of a huge factory in the foggy city of London appeared in the sky.

"My brother must be very uncomfortable looking at a city like this," Diana sneered.

She had already learned from Basil what kind of god Ares was.

He is clearly the god of war, relying on war to become powerful, but he is eager to use war to destroy humanity and return the entire earth to its lush original state. He is more like a god of extreme environmental protection.

For this purpose, they even do not hesitate to kill their compatriots and blood relatives.

A stupid and evil god.

"Brother? You mean Ares!" Trevor couldn't sit still anymore.

He is now different from his original destiny. He fully believes in the existence of gods and knows that Diana is a demigod, the daughter of Zeus.

He regards London as his spiritual home and is eager to return at the next moment.

"Yes, you may know him. He exists as a mortal, Sir Patrick." Diana nodded.

"What? Sir Patrick Morgan!" Trevor became even more anxious.

"You want to go back right away?" Baqir said. "Diana."

"Another test?" Before Diana asked, a flash of lightning flashed across her fingertips, "So... space-jumping lightning."

Trevor felt the scene before his eyes distorted in an instant.

then
The symphony of ship whistles and crowds, the pervasive smell of rotten eggs, the black, yellow, purple, and even spicy and choking fog gathered in the sky, and other elements appeared one by one in front of Trevor's eyes.

"Ah, the air is so sweet~" Trevor's eyes were filled with intoxication, "It smells like London."

"Hint." Bajir said with a hint of amusement, "If you don't clean up the air and pass relevant laws, 8 people will die in eight years because of the sweet air in your mouth."

"What—" Hearing someone slandering his spiritual home, Trevor subconsciously wanted to refute, but after realizing that the person in front of him was a god and there was no need to lie, he suddenly became depressed, "This is obviously a symbol of advancement. I was thinking that after peace, I would let this fog spread over the American sky."

"It seems that you Londoners have your own poisonous gas, not just the Germans." A flash of lightning flashed across Diana's body.

Cough cough--

Truly fresh air rushed into Trevor's lungs.

"The air-purifying lightning," Diana said, "will last for three days on you."

She took Bajir's arm and strode off the ship. "I understand why my brother wants to destroy humanity. Anyone would be depressed staying in London, the 'Pearl of Industry'."

Trevor followed behind.

Although he was considered handsome, he looked more like a servant to Diana and Basil when he followed them.

The people on the dock also subconsciously gave in.

For these two great men.

Whether it was because of the intuition brought about by the lower nature of life or past experience, they did not dare to approach, dare not look directly at them, and even dare not breathe the same air with them.

As expected of a god, even the queen’s travels are not so exaggerated.

Trevor grumbled.

Then he trotted forward, leading the way in a manner more appropriate to his servants.

London, Palace of Westminster.

"Ha, although I am also a captain, I have never seen these gatekeepers be so flattering." Trevor walked in front to lead the way, looking like a typical lackey.

He had now long been accustomed to the peculiarities of Basil and Diana.

No one will disobey their orders. After actively obeying them, they will forget the sense of disobedience and the memory of serving them.

So, when he led them to the noisy meeting place of the House of Lords, no one, including his boss, thought anything was wrong.

This even includes Sir Patrick, who is Ares.

It seems that there is a gap between gods.

Thinking of this, Trevor forced a smile and approached his boss, "Colonel, we need to go out and talk."

"Steve Trevor!" The colonel's beard stood up in surprise.

Unlike the original destiny, Trevor did not notify his secretary through the radio in advance while hitchhiking to let everyone know that he was still alive.

So, when the colonel, who had long thought that his capable general had been sacrificed, saw that he was intact, his voice of surprise drowned out the noise in the conference room.

Attracted everyone's attention.

"I need to go out for something." The colonel immediately remembered that this subordinate worked for the Intelligence Bureau.

There is no shortage of two-faced people among the House of Representatives.

Baqir and Diana stayed here.

Because Diana still wanted to observe her brother closely.

In her extraordinary vision flashing with lightning, Ares' true form was revealed. "He is so weak now. His soul and body are only glued together by the power of war, barely keeping them from breaking apart."

"I finally understand why you didn't let me use the hammer, Bajir."

"He is too weak."

"The close integration of a complete god and divine power is also worth learning. As for Ares, the god of war, I will do best in my battle with him."

"Shall I do it now?" she asked.

Anyone present who is to be shot is not innocent.

She doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting people.

"You are still too superficial, Diana." Baqir said, "He is not only a god, but also a wizard."

Ares is gradually becoming weaker.

He was sure of it.

This weakness does not come from Patrick Morgan.

As a typical British aristocrat, he is a typical troublemaker who only talks about peace but only cares about his own interests.

He didn't feel awkward playing such a person.

The life of a mortal cannot change him as a god.

On the contrary, because of this, he felt the ugliness of human beings more and more, and wanted to destroy these clay dolls that took away his father's and mother's love and made his compatriots lose their minds.

It all started one day ten years ago.

The scenes of killing my compatriots and parents in dreams, mixed with joy and pain, no longer reappear.

Instead, another life begins.

As a young child, his mother died early, but he had a happy childhood.

The fear, self-loathing and helplessness of becoming a werewolf.

The joy of receiving a letter from Hogwarts.

The excitement of meeting 3 friends on the train, and the thrill of meeting that girl.

A dull yet exciting life at Hogwarts.

Even though his identity as a werewolf was revealed, his friends did not stay away from him, but instead accepted him with joy.

The girl's loss and relief after being with her friends.

After learning of the death of his friend and the girl, he was filled with despair as one of his other two friends became a traitor and the other died.

A decade of zombies.

The anger and murderous intent after learning that the traitor escaped from prison.

Return to campus again, but as a professor.

When I met my friend again, I learned that he was innocent and the most insignificant friend who died was the traitor.

Leaving the campus in an undignified manner, but with joy.

The encounter, love, and entanglement with that bright girl.

Death of a close elder. Marriage.

The wife is pregnant and escapes.

Return to the family.

The child is born and rushes to the battlefield.

death.

These memories kept echoing in his dreams, real and passionate.

The wizard's magic power was truly flowing through him.

But this world does not have Lily, Tonks, Sirius, James, Dumbledore, and Harry.

There is no Hogwarts.

'A world without them should not exist.'

Ares, Patrick Morgan looked coldly at the 'pigs and dogs' in the conference room.

He suppressed his weakness and turned the emptiness of losing everything into a desire for destruction.

'When humanity is destroyed, I will rebuild everything.'

'A wizard will be born.'

'Hogwarts will stand in the Scottish Highlands.'

'As Ares, and even more so as Remus Lupin!'

With the help of Basil, Ares's voice echoed in Diana's ears.

"It seems that even with the memories of Remus Lupin, he is still not a good person," said Diana.

"But Remus Lupin was the opposite," said Badgill.

(In a parallel world to the one Hermione arrived in the novel.)
(Hermione was flipping through the pages of History of Magic, and looking at the moving illustration of a man wearing Greek-style armor and holding a large sword, she exclaimed, "Professor Lupin in this world actually killed Voldemort alone. How did he do it?")
("The memory of a god," said Basil, caressing the ribbon on Hermione's head. "And you are familiar with the saying, 'He who remembers, is also the force.')
The two men walked out of the room and headed in Trevor's direction.

Trevor, who was given the ability to recognize Ottoman and Sumerian by Diana in advance, was explaining the contents of the notebook in a small room.

"It's a recipe, a recipe for a new type of gas."

"Mustard gas, with hydrogen instead of sulfur."

"The notebooks say they plan to release this gas on the front lines."

"Crazy, all crazy!" Because he was in a private place, the colonel was able to show his true feelings, "Gas masks can't stop hydrogen-based poison gas. They just want to destroy, indiscriminate massacre!"

It's not surprising to use poison gas weapons.

They have done this before.

The art student was a veteran of World War I who had been blinded by poison gas.

Therefore, gas masks were very popular among the German army, and almost everyone had one.

However, the popularity rate here is not high.

Under such circumstances, the unnecessary invention of hydrogen-based poison gas that even gas masks cannot block is clearly an attempt to make a big move without distinguishing between friend or foe.

"What about others? Other German generals will allow Rudolf to do this?"

"He was not prepared to ask for the consent of others," Trevor said. "Others, including that man, sincerely wanted to sign a peace agreement."

"Because this war has lasted too long, it has exhausted both of us."

"They are worse off, without funding, without any ammunition."

"According to the intelligence agency, only Ludendorff has not given up."

"There is a secret military facility in the Ottoman Empire that lets the Turks help them make bombs, not just bombs, but also this poison gas."

"It was because I discovered this that I did what I was supposed to do - observe and report - and took this notebook and escaped."

"Good job, Steve Trevor." The colonel exclaimed.

"But," he began to hesitate, "the problem now is that even if we know Ludendorff's plan, we can't do anything."

“This is an open conspiracy.”

“We cannot actively undermine the signing of a peace agreement.”

"We can only fight passively."

"Although this poison gas is terrible, we can just use the air force and bomb."

“We are still the one with the upper hand.”

"But that would cost millions of lives," Trevor said.

"This is not our fault," the colonel said solemnly. "This is all Ludendorff's fault. I can only guarantee that we will win, peace will come, and the German army will suffer more losses than us."

"Because the casualties will only be on the front lines?" Trevor sarcastically said, "Front-line soldiers only need to follow orders and fight and sacrifice, while those who make decisions in the rear have a lot to consider."

Chosen by God as the spokesperson, he now feels very confident.

Even if the Queen of England was present, he would dare to slap her in the face.

"How dare you—" the colonel sputtered.

These words touched his soul, especially since he himself was a frontline soldier.

He couldn't refute it, he was powerless to refute it.

"Diana, can you just end this?" Trevor turned around and knelt down, "Just treat it as a test for His Majesty Granger."

"You——" The colonel was startled.

As Trevor moved, he finally noticed the sun that seemed to occupy the entire world's presence, and the bright moon circling around it.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare, say anything offensive.

The mind freezes immediately.

"This is all part of the test," Diana said. "Your superiors will forget all this."

"We just have to wait until the day comes when a peace agreement is signed."

"The German High Command, where Ludendorff will take action against everyone who signs the peace agreement."

"Not just the front-line soldier your superiors think."

"Ares will be there too."

"Your current mission is just like most of your colleagues, using your position for personal gain, buying and selling arms, and serving Paradise Island."

"We are not trying to occupy the land, we are just trying to keep up with the times."

Trevor nodded, "I will follow your orders."

after one day.

Inside an antique bookstore.

As wisps of lightning flashed, tall and beautiful figures walked out from behind the curtain.

"Diana!" Hippolyta, who was at the front, hugged her daughter.

"Has Ares been dealt with?" Antiope asked.

The other Amazons pricked up their ears.

"No. It's not time yet." Diana shook her head. "I asked you to come so that you can bring back these books."

With the harvest from the warship, the Amazons are not short of weapons.

Paradise Island, as the promised land for the Amazons created by Zeus, has fertile land and is not short of food and drinking water.

What they need is knowledge.