I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

There was a hint of dependence and urging in her tone, as if she was afraid that he would really be tripped up by someone else.

Genichi Hanyu reached out and gently ruffled her long, golden hair in a comforting gesture: "Don't worry, it'll be quick."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished silently from the spot, like a pencil mark erased by an eraser, leaving no trace of his phantom transformation, as if he had never existed.

After leaving his temporary residence, Genichi Hanyu did not immediately go to look for Hermione or Cho Chang.

For him now, the only thing in this world that can still arouse his interest is perhaps the legendary Deathly Hallows.

The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, the Invisibility Cloak.

The allegory of conquering death that they represent might have had some value to him in the past.

But now, standing at a higher level, his perspective on so-called fate and death is different.

"What does the fate line of the mere world matter?"

He stood on the clouds, looking down at Hogwarts Castle, which resembled a miniature model, his eyes filled with indifference.

"If it gets in the way, just cut it off."

He no longer needs to follow the rules of this world to collect the sacred artifacts.

The powerful divine sense, like an invisible tide, instantly covered the entire Hogwarts, easily pinpointing the location of the two holy artifacts—the Headmaster's office.

The next moment, he appeared directly in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

The surrounding silverwares were still spinning automatically, emitting a slight hum, and the portraits of past principals seemed to be dozing off.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk looking at a document when he noticed the uninvited guest. He looked up sharply, his blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles fixed on Genichi Hanyu, who had appeared out of nowhere, filled with shock and vigilance.

He didn't even sense any magical fluctuations!

"Good afternoon, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Genichi Hanyu spoke in a calm tone, as if he were inquiring about the weather, and his gaze fell directly on the Elder Wand.

Dumbledore immediately realized the other's intention and raised his wand almost instantly, but Genichi Hanyu was faster.

He didn't even use any wand; he just casually raised his hand.

An invisible yet immense and despair-inducing force instantly imprisoned Dumbledore, rendering him unable to move even a finger. His magic was like a frozen river, completely unusable.

For the first time, an incredulous look of horror appeared in Dumbledore's eyes; this power was completely beyond his comprehension!

Genichi Hanyu strolled over to the Elder Wand.

He casually played with it for a moment, feeling the magical energy it contained, which was quite good for this world, but then he pursed his lips, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

"It's passable, albeit barely."

He commented as if he were reviewing a cheap toy.

Then his gaze turned to Dumbledore: "And the Invisibility Cloak, I know the Potters have it with you. Hand it over, so I don't have to worry about it."

Dumbledore couldn't move his mouth, so he could only stare at him with angry and confused eyes.

"Unwilling? Or unable to answer? It doesn't matter."

Genichi Hanyu's divine sense had already swept across the entire office. The next moment, an ancient wooden box in the corner of the office opened automatically, and a silver-gray fabric that seemed to be woven from moonlight floated out and landed lightly in Genichi Hanyu's other hand.

Two of the Deathly Hallows have been obtained.

Looking at Dumbledore, who was completely suppressed and whose eyes were filled with helplessness, Genichi Hanyu suddenly seemed to remember something, and said in a calm tone: "Oh, right, I don't like to take other people's things for free."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the castle's layers of walls, seeing something deeper—the tangled threads of fate, the painful dust of the past.

"While these two items may have special meaning to you, they are of average value to me."

He continued, "So, in exchange, or rather, as compensation?"

He paused, then said something that made Dumbledore's pupils shrink.

"How about I return your sister, Ariana Dumbledore, to you?"

Before Dumbledore could react, Genichi Hanyu lightly swiped his free hand through the air beside him!

As if the curtain of time and space had been torn open, a distorted hole of light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely rich life force, mixed with a paradoxical sense of reversing the rules, surged out!

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the figure of a young girl, dressed in an old-fashioned robe, with a pale face but clear eyes and a hint of timidity, slowly solidified from the light hole and finally landed lightly on the office carpet.

She looked somewhat bewildered, glancing around helplessly, before finally fixing her gaze on Albus Dumbledore, who was pinned to a chair, tears streaming down his face, trembling violently but unable to utter a sound.

"Brother Albus?"

The girl made a faint, questioning sound.

Genichi Hanyu watched the siblings reunite without any emotion on his face, as if he had only done something insignificant.

He said to Dumbledore in a matter-of-fact tone, “I took the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak, but I revived your sister, Dumbledore. If you think about it, you should thank me.”

After saying this, he didn't even glance at the old principal, who was immersed in immense shock, elation, fear, and helplessness. His figure slowly disappeared again like a ghost, leaving only the brother and sister in the office as if they were in another world, a deathly silence, and the portraits of the people who were so shocked that they had forgotten to even pretend to sleep.

For him, taking the sacred artifact and resurrecting a long-dead soul were merely convenient tasks.

Fair trade?

Perhaps...

352 Hermione, you know I don't have much patience.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, opposite the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas.

Genichi Hanyu's figure seemed to emerge from the ripples of water, solidifying silently.

He didn't even need to pace back and forth three times or concentrate on thinking about his needs like an ordinary wizard. With just a slight thought, a smooth, ancient door exuding a mysterious aura appeared out of thin air on the originally bare wall.

The House of Requests.

A room that can respond to user needs and transform into corresponding scenes.

At this moment, it responded to Genichi Hanyu's desire to find Hermione Granger.

He pushed open the door and entered. The scene inside was not a huge warehouse filled with clutter, but a quiet, small reading room filled with bookshelves.

The warm fire crackled in the fireplace, and the air was filled with the scent of old parchment and ink.

On a large armchair near the fire, a girl with thick brown curly hair was curled up, with a thick ancient book, heavy enough to be used as a shield, spread open on her lap. But she was obviously not reading it. Instead, she was staring blankly at the leaping flames, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was carrying a heavy heart that was not commensurate with her age.

It was Hermione Granger.

As a reborn being who knows fragments of the future, Hermione's existence is like a walking, living prophecy orb, containing immense informational value.

Genichi Hanyu would certainly not leave her behind in this world.

He needed her, not only because of her intelligence and potential that surpassed her peers, but more importantly because of the fragments of memories about the future in her mind.

What exactly is she afraid of?

What earth-shattering event happened in that so-called future that required a soul like hers to cross the torrent of time and return?

More importantly, Genichi Hanyu was eager to know what kind of enemies he would face in that unknown future.

Is it some ancient god who has not yet awakened?

Are they intruders from other dimensions?

Or is it something else that even he can hardly imagine?

Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to survive a hundred battles.

Even someone as confident as him wouldn't refuse to obtain crucial intelligence concerning his own survival in advance.

Unfortunately, Hermione remained tight-lipped and silent during all the previous attempts and inquiries.

Genichi Hanyu even tried using Legilimency, but the result surprised him. Hermione's core memory area about the future was completely empty, and with his power at the time, he was unable to see it.

This only deepened Genichi Hanyu's curiosity and attention.

The power that could stop him from spying was anything but ordinary.

Having returned from the world of Godslayers this time, having successfully killed a god and usurped his power, Genichi Hanyu's strength is now vastly different, having surpassed more than one level.

He felt his own power was like a vast starry sea, unfathomable.

Perhaps we are now powerful enough to tear away the veil of mystery and glimpse the ultimate secret about the future hidden in Hermione's heart.

However, Genichi Hanyu did not choose to directly and brutally invade the mind as he had done before.

The improvement in strength also brought about some subtle changes in mentality.

He prefers a more controlling and polite approach.

He wanted to see if Hermione would choose to confess in the face of such an overwhelming power disparity.

He approached slowly, his footsteps so light they were almost inaudible, but Hermione was startled from her reverie and looked up like a frightened fawn.

When she saw that the person who came was Genichi Hanyu, a smile immediately appeared on her face, but then she frowned deeply. She realized that Genichi Hanyu's strength seemed to have undergone a tremendous change.

"You're getting stronger again."

Her voice was dry.

Genichi Hanyu didn't notice her nervousness. He walked straight to the chair opposite her and sat down, his gaze calm but carrying an invisible pressure as he looked at her face.

He skipped the pleasantries and cut straight to the point, his voice deep and magnetic, yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Hermione."

He called her name, his dark eyes seeming to see right through her soul.

"My strength has increased significantly since the last time we met."

He paused slightly, allowing the weight of his words to settle in Hermione's heart, before continuing, "So now, are you willing to tell me what I will encounter in the future?"

His tone was calm, without any threat or coercion, as if he were discussing an academic issue.

But it was precisely this extreme calmness, combined with the unfathomable and terrifying aura emanating from him that seemed to be integrated with the laws of space, that created a sense of oppression far more suffocating than roars and threats.

Hermione's face turned deathly pale. Her hands, resting on her knees, unconsciously clenched her robes, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She could clearly sense that the Genichi Hanyu in front of her was a completely different person from before.

If he was a towering mountain that one had to look up to before, then he is now a boundless and profound universe. The pressure he unconsciously exudes makes the flow of magic within her body sluggish.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

His eyes were filled with intense struggle.

What consequences would it have to reveal the truth about the future?

An even more terrible disaster?

Or will it directly lead to a repeat of the tragedy?

But if we don't say that Genichi Hanyu will give up, will he?

A deathly silence fell over the reading room, broken only by the crackling of the fireplace and Hermione's increasingly rapid and tense breathing.

The answer to fate seemed to hang on to her next choice. Genichi Hanyu waited patiently, like a hunter lying in wait, waiting for his prey to walk into the trap he had already laid.

Seeing Hermione's conflicted expression, Genichi Hanyu instantly pulled her into his arms, then gently stroked Hermione's face.

"Don't reject me anymore, Hermione. You should know I'm not a very patient person."

"I'm sorry, but I really can't tell you right now unless you can reach three digits, no... [illegible characters]"

"Three digits?"

"Yes, I think you understand what I mean!"

Genichi Hanyu remained silent.

If a three-digit number is truly what Genichi Hanyu is thinking, then the current Genichi Hanyu really isn't enough.

353 Genichi Hanyu: Peach-making is shameful

The air seemed to freeze, with only the restless crackling of the stove fire echoing in the silent reading room.

Hermione's heart was like the sea in a storm, turbulent and turbulent.

She could feel the mysterious barrier protecting her memories emitting a faint groan under Genichi Hanyu's silent pressure, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

The consequences of speaking the truth are unpredictable, but the price of resistance seems more immediate and unbearable at this moment.

Just as she was about to be crushed by the heavy pressure, her lips trembling as she was about to open a crack, Genichi Hanyu suddenly withdrew his suffocating aura.

He didn't press further. The probing light in his deep, night-like eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a sense of understanding and an indescribable confidence.