Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 615 Where is my home?!
Meanwhile, on the Greek island of Crete, a jet-black "star" swiftly slid down from the sky, striking precisely the ruins of the Minotaur labyrinth.

"boom!"

The already dilapidated maze ruins were now in even worse shape. The "star" smashed a deep pit in the middle of the ruins, and after a cloud of dust, a bald old man in tattered clothes walked out of it.

He had caterpillar-like eyebrows, a snake-like triangular face, and a goatee that trailed down to the front of his robe.

Helbo took a deep breath, his expression turning ferocious—he was finally back in this damned world!

Ever since that Roman wizard used dirty tricks to expel him from this world, he has been drifting in that void for so long!

In that suffocating, cold, and deathly silence, even the air he breathed was created by magic.

He saw boulders floating aimlessly, and countless blazing suns. The stars that should have been in the sky were floating in the distance, but he could not see any land, only lifeless giant spheres.

So he used Transfiguration to create countless consciousnesses, attaching them to those stones to explore the far reaches of nothingness. As long as he found the boundary of Merlin's strange magic, he would surely be able to return to his own world.

Over the years, he had almost forgotten how he had clashed with Merlin—but the past was no longer important. A part of his consciousness had found the boundary of that void and sent him an anchor point.

"I'm back!" Helbo roared madly through the ruins, arms outstretched, his voice hoarse as he shouted to the sky. "I'm going to send you to suffer in that void too, Merlin! I'm going to send all of you—"

“Sir?” (in Greek) a tentative voice asked Helpo.

"Who?"

Helbo looked gloomily toward the source of the sound and saw several young men wearing strange robes.

These ungrateful bastards who speak strange languages ​​not only don't wear skirts, but they also raise their wands at me—how dare they?

Wizards who once dared to raise their wands at themselves would be glared to death by their own basilisks, then devoured alive, their souls imprisoned in labyrinths as magical consumables.

However, since I'm in a good mood today, I might as well give these fledgling wizards a chance to live...

"Kneel down," Helbo said contemptuously to them, "if you don't want to be devoured by the great Helbo's pets..."

"Excuse me, what did you say?" The Auror from the Greek Ministry of Magic didn't understand Helbo's words—they sounded like ancient Greek, and the old man, who was almost half-naked, seemed to have gone mad.

"What are you saying?" Helbo's patience was wearing thin with these young men. He couldn't understand what they were babbling about; he had never heard of their language before.

This is clearly still his home, so either these little guys are trying to amuse him with their nonsensical, babbling nonsense, or they are shameful foreigners.

“Sir, you have damaged this ruin. Please step aside. We need to repair it first, and then we will hold you accountable for your destructive behavior.” The Auror, seeing Helbo's empty hands, explained, “It won't be too heavy; after all, you only damaged the Muggle part—”

The Auror was only halfway through his sentence when Helbo raised an old finger—a beam of green light shot from his fingertip and struck the speaking Auror precisely.

His expression froze instantly, and then he collapsed to the ground like a limp doll.

The remaining two Aurors reacted immediately upon seeing this scene. Regardless of whether the other party had a wand or not, they threw several red spells at Helpo.

Helbo scoffed at these weak stun spells; the red light hitting him had almost no effect.

As the old man approached them step by step as if nothing had happened, one of the Aurors fearfully unleashed a killing curse—

The green light entered Halbo's chest, but nothing happened.

"You think this will work?" Helbo grinned, revealing jagged teeth, and his withered, branch-like hand gripped the head of the Auror who had cast the killing curse. The other Auror tried to Apparate away, but was horrified to discover that this area had been placed under a protective barrier, like the defenses in those schools—

Helbo lazily waved his other hand, killing the last Auror who had failed to Apparate and was trying to escape on foot, then turned to look at the one whose head he had grabbed.

By examining this person's memories, we can figure out exactly what happened here.

A mind-stealing technique entered the mind of the only surviving Auror.

Helbo has become somewhat rusty at this, because he hasn't had a living creature to torture and practice with for so many years.

It didn't matter; after a short while, Herbo completely stripped away all the memories of the young man in front of him.

Soon, Helbo had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on and what these strangers were saying.

A thousand years have passed since I disappeared, and the world has undergone a great deal of change—even the languages ​​spoken in Greece have become incomprehensible.

Many people thought he was dead... but Helbo didn't think much of it, after all, he had been missing for so long.

Merlin...

Helbo found no evidence of Merlin's presence in this person's memory; Merlin seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Upon seeing this, Halbo's beard trembled, as if he had thought of something happy.

Immediately afterwards, Helbo discovered something else in this memory, and then stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"My home is gone?!"

My own home... has been turned into a tourist attraction?
Everything inside was looted, including the books, magical materials, and even the dark magic creatures they had painstakingly cultivated...

Even his favorite basilisk monster is gone!

What have Metis and the others been doing all these years?!

Before he went to fight Merlin, didn't he tell the servants that no one was allowed to come in?
The protective magic of a house should theoretically have no flaws...

Helbo tossed the half-dead Auror aside and stormed into his underground "home".

The empty tomb and the various cleaned-up cells made his heart ache for a long time.

Not only that, he searched the entire place but couldn't find any trace of any servants—

wrong……

Helbo noticed signs of recent opening in the secret room of the study.

There were also signs that its own skull servant, Metis, had wandered around, indicating that it had been there at least several months ago.

Someone took it away, and Helbo also smelled a familiar scent, like the scent of his unruly Chimera and a certain basilisk.

(End of this chapter)