Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Okay, I’ll stop here for now. I’ll leave the little easter eggs in the plot aside for now. If no one has discovered them by the time this book is finished, I’ll write about them in a separate chapter.

Act 3: The Dark Lord's First Appearance

Chapter 236 The past is too painful to look back on

Her vision gradually blurred, and everything around her was moving away from her. Even the calls that were right beside her gradually became out of reach. Alana felt her body falling continuously, as if she had fallen into a bottomless ocean.

Are you going to die?

The girl thought so.

Come to think of it, how could one survive such a strong curse?

So this is what death feels like, a bone-deep coldness, numbness of the five senses. Did Ethan have a similar feeling when he was hit by the Avada Kedavra curse?

It is often said that when a person is about to die, a scrolling kaleidoscope of his or her life will quickly flash before his or her eyes from a third-person perspective. At this moment, in front of Alanna's eyes, or perhaps in his or her mind, the scenes of his or her short life really began to replay.

"A bastard without parents! A bad child that no one wants!"

In an open space at dusk, a group of seven or eight-year-old children surrounded a little girl squatting on the ground. They imitated the adults' private remarks and the lines on the black-and-white TV and hurled bad words at the lonely and helpless girl. The most hurtful words came out of her mouths that should have been full of innocence.

"I'm not a bad kid..."

The little girl covered her ears tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Such remarks are undoubtedly a nightmare for a little girl. The ignorant behavior of children can easily develop into bullying and exclusion, turning from the original indiscriminate distinction between good and evil into pure malice.

"What are you little bastards doing?!"

The sudden rebuke scared the kids so much that they shrank their necks:

"Her sister is here, run!"

Perhaps they knew that what they had done was somewhat despicable, the naughty kids who had been yelling at the little girl immediately scattered like birds and beasts out of guilt, leaving only the sobbing little girl still there.

"Alanna," the voice belonged to a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old. She squatted down and hugged little Alanna into her arms, with a distressed look on her face:

"Are you okay? It's all my fault. I came late..."

"Sister... they said... that we didn't have parents... because I was disobedient... but I'm really not a bad kid..."

Little Alanna wiped the tears from her eyes and sobbed:

"I...I will be good...Sister, please don't leave me...I'm scared..."

"That's nonsense. Alanna is the best." The elder sister wiped away the tears from the corners of little Alanna's eyes and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid. I won't abandon you. I will always be by your side to protect you."

"really?"

"Of course it's true. When has my sister ever lied to you?" The elder sister smiled and ruffled the little girl's hair. "I will never let anyone hurt Alanna."

"Well, I won't let anyone hurt my sister!" Little Alanna nodded and said in a baby voice, "I'm still young now. When I grow up, it will be my turn to protect my sister!"

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you, sister." The sister pinched the girl's slightly chubby face with amusement, took her hand and walked away.

Alanna watched the little girl in the picture grow up quickly, and she has been studying hard for the oath she made when she was young. Maybe it was because she was too hardworking and didn't pay attention to rest, or because she was reluctant to turn on the lights because of the electricity bill, the girl already wore a pair of glasses at a young age.

Until that day, they received the acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

"Your sister is a natural born witch." The old man sitting across the table explained kindly, "Her name has been on the Hogwarts student list since she was born. She will enter the best magic school in the world and study with children like her."

"Is this true? Alanna is... a witch?" The elder sister read the notice again and again, not hiding the joy on her face at all, and then looked at the old man in front of her hesitantly:

"This... uh, professor?"

"My name is Figo, Eleazar Figo." Professor Figo smiled gently.

"Oh, okay, Professor Figo, I'll trouble you with Alan's enrollment. I'm sorry, I know nothing about these things and can't be of much help."

"It's not a big deal. I am here to take care of these matters. Hogwarts will start on September 9st, so we just need to make preparations before then. There is still plenty of time for me to explain everything about magic to this young lady."

The two quickly reached a consensus and discussed everything, but Alanna, the person involved, didn't seem to think that way.

"But the tuition for that kind of school must be high, right? Our family is not well off." Although the girl was looking forward to the magical world that Professor Figo talked about, she knew that her family was not well off, so she stopped herself from being willful and refused with gritted teeth, "Forget it, sister. I'll just go to the free public middle school."

"Alanna, what are you talking about? Don't worry, as long as you can be successful, I will support you in school even if I have to sell everything I have." The sister quickly stopped Alanna from refusing and said anxiously.

"Miss, you can rest assured that studying at Hogwarts is completely free, and we also have subsidies for students, which are enough for you to buy everything you need for school. You don't have to worry about the cost." Professor Figo glanced at the troubled little Alanna, feeling a little distressed for the little girl's precocity, and began to explain.

So her sister took Alanna's hand and followed Professor Figo to Diagon Alley, where she helped her arrange everything. She then watched reluctantly at Platform Nine and Three Quarters as she pushed a cart that didn't fit her petite body and boarded the express train to Hogwarts alone.

"I feel your strong will, your extraordinary talent, and...your desire for power." In the auditorium, the pointed wizard hat on the girl's head communicated with her in her heart in a leisurely tone:

"Should I sort you into Slytherin or Ravenclaw?"

[Excuse me, Mr. Hat. If I want to grow up quickly and have enough strength to protect my sister and me, which academy can do this?] 11-year-old Alanna asked silently in her heart.

"You want power, but not for yourself? Interesting... If you seek great power, Slytherin may be able to help you achieve your wish, but..."

[Please sort me into Slytherin. I need this power. ]

"Are you sure? If you go to Ravenclaw, your talent will be fully utilized. There is no need to..."

[No change, please sort me into Slytherin. ]

"Well, well, now that you've made up your mind..."

The Sorting Hat loudly announced, "Slytherin, then!"

"A filthy mudblood doesn't deserve to be in Slytherin!"

After the sorting ceremony, the round-faced girl with freckles all over her face, along with a few other first-year Slytherin girls, blocked her in the common room and started shouting.

She felt strangely familiar with this malice that came from nowhere, and tears quickly filled the girl's eyes.

"Anderson! Show some respect, this is not your home!" A figure not much taller than her stood in front of her, with his hands on his hips, and shouted, "If you do this again, I won't be polite!"

"Tsk, the eldest daughter of the Wally family is still as rude as ever." Anderson curled his lips and left with his men.

"My name is Cassandra, Cassandra Wally." The little blonde girl in front of her turned around and held out her hand to her, pretending to be mature in her childish voice, "There's no need to bother with them. They are just stubborn old-fashioned ideas. Don't take it to heart."

"My name is Alanna Shanans, thank you, Miss Worley." Alanna extended her hand timidly.

"Don't be so distant. Just call me Cassandra." Cassandra smiled and said, "Alanna, right? Then we will be friends from now on. I will be responsible for protecting you."

"The selection is over. Miss Shannans will be the seeker of our Slytherin team from now on." Victor, the captain of the Slytherin team, announced.

Alanna got off her broomstick and panted with excitement. Although she was only a sophomore, she had indeed defeated a group of senior students in the selection and was far ahead in all scores.

However, she was currently immersed in the excitement of victory and failed to notice the gloomy look from Anderson not far behind her.

"Slytherin wins!" Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle in her mouth and announced the result of the game loudly.

The girl on the broomstick was holding the Golden Snitch in her hand, waving it towards the audience and shouting excitedly.

After she joined, the Slytherin team had won ten consecutive games in three years. The seekers from other colleges were simply no match for her speed and agility.

In this case, my sister will be proud of herself, right?

The girl looked in the direction of St. Mungo's in mid-air, and a pang of pain rose in her heart.

My sister, who was usually so strong that she seemed to be able to hold up the whole sky, was now so weak that she could only lie on the hospital bed. I didn’t know when she would get better…

Alanna changed out of her Quidditch uniform with a heavy heart and came out of the locker room, only to find that the Four-Star Sweep that she had erected against the wall had turned into a pile of debris.

"Who broke my broom?!" the girl asked her teammates almost crying.

"Does that matter? It's just a four-star sweep." Anderson walked out of the corner with Rozier and looked at her arrogantly.

"There are some things I don't want to say, but the brooms some people use are really too shabby. It really ruins the image of our Slytherin team!"

"So what? Even if I only used the four-star sweep, I still helped the Slytherin team win so many games..."

"Miss Shannans!" Marcus Flint, the new captain of the Slytherin team, interrupted her. "Although you are very good, so what? We have found a new seeker who is agile enough and can afford a decent broomstick. It is enough to make up for the difference in talent between you two."

Flint glanced fearfully in Rosier's direction, shook his head, and winked at her:

"We don't need you anymore."

"I...voluntarily withdraw from the Slytherin Quidditch team." The girl pursed her lips, took off the Quidditch badge on her chest, and left the common room in tears.

It was also from that day that all my good luck seemed to have run out at once, and all kinds of misfortunes followed one after another.

Cassandra helped me fend off countless malicious attacks, and even broke up with several childhood playmates for this. But Cassandra also had her own things to do, and she couldn't take care of me all the time, and I didn't want to trouble her all my life.

The prefects from other colleges also wanted to help her, but in the end, they could only stop the problem from spreading. They couldn't help her too much, and if they didn't help for a long time, they might even cause trouble for themselves. So she rejected the prefects' kindness.

Speaking of which, it seems that I have always been under the protection of others since I was a child. First it was my sister, then Cassandra, and then...

"Can you still stand up?"

The boy in front of her extended his hand to her. After hesitating for a while, she finally extended her own hand and let him pull her up.

She knew this person, Ethan, a special student who was admitted as an exception.

"If you have any problems in the future, you can come to Gryffindor Tower to find me. We are both Gryffindor students."

As casual as eating and drinking, Ethan showed me his long-lost kindness, implying that I could ask him for help no matter what troubles I encountered.

Maybe it was because he had just entered Hogwarts and didn’t quite understand his situation. If he knew what kind of ruthless character Rosier was, would he still choose to help himself?

But I wanted to believe him for no reason. I didn't know why, but when I saw him, I felt a sense of security, just like... my sister and Cassandra.

So she decided to take a gamble.

"I will protect you. If I violate your contract, I will be struck by lightning."

In the Gryffindor Tower, Ethan said this to himself seriously.

How stupid! Even if you want to comfort yourself, there is no need to say such things. How can you swear so solemnly right from the start? It's really too fake and exaggerated.

But I don’t hate it either.

She could no longer remember what happened after that. If Cassandra was the moon that lit a path for her in the darkness, then he was the sun that directly dispelled the darkness for her, bright but not dazzling, warm but not scorching.

I really like him and want to be with him forever. There is absolutely no falsehood in this feeling.

But now I am...

I don't want to die like this, I don't want to leave him like this.

As if sensing her intention, a ray of light actually shone from the deep and dark seabed in front of her, and the soft white light hit her face. She should have accepted her fate and slept peacefully on the seabed, but she actually had a desire to survive and began to swim towards the surface of the sea following the light.

Perhaps her desire to survive was responded to by God, as a warm and familiar hand suddenly appeared in front of her, grabbed her outstretched hand, and pulled her out of the cold sea.

In the bright ward, the girl in hospital gown opened her eyes on the bed.

"Yo, you're awake?"

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Find your original intention and try some Alanna Tutu

Chapter 237: The Importance of Disabling Friendly Damage

Alanna sat up and squinted her eyes to look at everything around her.

I was sitting on a bed covered with pure white bedding. The walls and floors around me were surrounded by the same white tiles. There was no peculiar smell in the air, and soft, shadowless light was pouring down from the dome.

Has she... gone to heaven?

"Yo, you're awake?"

A familiar voice came, and Alana looked in the direction of the voice. A blurry figure was sitting in the armchair beside the bed. But she was not wearing glasses, so she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

A pair of glasses was stuffed into her hands. Alanna fumbled to pick up the glasses and put them on, then looked at the blurry figure again.

A familiar face came into view, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Ethan? You...why are you here too?"

The girl blinked as she looked at the lover in front of her, and her nose suddenly felt sore.

I have died because of the curse on my body. This should be the afterlife that Professor Trelawney talked about. If he is also here, it means...

"... Could it be that you are dead too?"

The book in his hand was snapped shut. Ethan, who was about to say a few words to comfort the girl, suddenly turned pale. He reached out his hand and gently pinched Alana's cheek in silence:

"Is there anyone who curses her boyfriend like this?"

"Ahhh... it hurts~"

The girl looked at Ethan eagerly, and did not even think of breaking free from his clutches. She just begged for mercy incoherently: