Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 227 Backtracking
Green Clay?

never heard of that.

But being able to follow Dumbledore's side must not be an ordinary person.

Looking at the changed but still young face, Sirius nodded slightly.

"Of course, if possible, I would like to give it a try."

Dumbledore said nothing.

He stroked his beard and seemed to be thinking about something.

Klein was not in a hurry and just waited.

After more than ten minutes, Kreacher brought the cooked food, and the old man finally made a decision.

"Then let's try it."

Just waiting for these words, Klein took out his wand.

He explained it carefully to Dumbledore and Sirius.

"This is a new spell that I have learned recently. It can go back in time, and through historical projection, you can know the truth of the matter."

"Backtracking curse?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but interjected.

"almost."

Klein shrugged.

This spell has roughly the same effect as the "Returning Curse", but its power comes from the "Black Book of the Dead".

With a wave of his wand, he first summoned a gray mist, making the whole living room illusory, and then silently recited a spell.

"Buzz!"

In the middle of nowhere, a door opened, and the sound of the surging river came from it.

The fog of history rises slowly and then falls suddenly.

Dumbledore and Sirius felt their souls being ripped out, and before they could resist, they melted into the fog.

Time changes.

Back, back, back!

One second, a few people were still in the living room on the second floor of Black's old house, and the next second, they came to Godric's Hollow.

Of course, it was Godric's Hollow 13 years ago.

"God."

Sirius must have thought he was dreaming if he hadn't retained a clear memory.

He secretly pinched his arm.
Well, it hurts.

"Very magical spell."

Unlike Sirius, Dumbledore didn't indulge too much in fantastic visions.

He glanced at Klein.

This kid, I don't know where he learned so many magical magic.

"We are projections on the fog of history, we can only see, we can only hear, we cannot intervene - because these are past events, the results that cannot be changed."

Klein raised a finger.

"In fact, our bodies are still in the living room, and what we see is just a drop in the long river of history."

In layman's terms.

This is a 5D movie with a sense of experience
"Ah."

Dumbledore nodded half-understood.

At this moment, a figure in black robe walked into the entrance of Godric's Hollow.

The old man's pupils shrank.

Voldemort!
"It's him!"

Not only Dumbledore recognized the Dark Lord, Sirius Black was also excited.

But soon, he realized what was happening, and let out a heart-piercing scream.

"No!"

13 years ago, Godric's Hollow, Voldemort.

What else could these words be connected with?
"Yeah, I've explained it in vain."

Klein scratched his eyebrows helplessly.

"right here?"

Standing at the entrance of the valley, Voldemort seemed to be asking someone.

"Squeak."

At his feet, a gray-black mouse blew twice and nodded in a very human way.

"That's it"

Voldemort drew his wand and walked slowly into the valley.

The dark lord, who was fairly normal in the long river of history, had a sullen face, as if he couldn't see the three of them at all, and walked straight among them.

Sirius tried to stop Voldemort like crazy, but he couldn't touch any entity.

"Ugh."

Dumbledore sighed.

Is this proof or punishment?

In fact, seeing this, he already understood that Sirius was innocent.

Some things cannot be pretended.

History does not depend on man's will. Voldemort walked into that humble little house under the obstruction of Sirius.

Then came the green light and screams, and then the explosion.

The mouse at the entrance of the valley saw it and ran away.

Sirius knelt on the ground in agony, shedding two lines of blood and tears.

The fog dissipated.

The three returned to reality.

In the living room, the food served by Kreacher was still steaming, but Dumbledore felt that more than ten years had passed.

"Sirius."

Originally, he came here with the idea of ​​letting Sirius go back to prison so as not to endanger others, but he didn't expect to learn the truth that was covered up.

Dumbledore's mood was quite complicated.

He wanted to say something, but seeing the expression on Sirius' face, he didn't know how to speak.

In the end, I had to sigh deeply.

13 years.

No one had ever doubted whether Sirius was guilty, not even him.

The old man stroked his beard.

Things are a little tricky now.

All the insiders were dead, and no one could prove Sirius' innocence. Even if he believed in Klein's magic, those in the Ministry of Magic might not believe it.

In the end, Sirius was still forced to be taken into custody.

Ok?
Wait a moment.

Blinking, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned to look at Klein.

Do not!
It is the magical carat dream.

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, please don't look at me with that look."

Originally out of good intentions, he helped Sirius, but now why did he have a bad feeling that he was going to be in trouble?

Klein met Dumbledore's eyes with a vigilant expression.

"Help me."

Dumbledore spoke.

"How to help?"

Klein refused to relax.

"Take him in."

The old man pointed to Sirius who was still in grief.

"???"

Klein has black lines all over his head.

What's the matter with him being a dog, such a big living person.
He has no interest in raising uncles!
"What a helper, didn't you recently set up a stronghold in Egypt or something, just let him hide there for a while, and wait until the limelight passes."

Dumbledore has a way.

He knew that Sirius would definitely get into trouble endlessly in England, but fleeing to a foreign country was different.

No matter how powerful Cornelius Fudge was, he couldn't put his hand into the desert.

"This~"

After hearing this, Klein felt relieved.

If it's such a small matter, it's okay to agree to it.

After all, it was for Imerton and Christopher to accompany him. He opened a teleportation array, but it was just a matter of effort.

"let me consider it."

He talked about thinking about it on his lips, but he had already agreed to this request in his heart.

Klein looked at Sirius who had been hit hard over there, and raised his hand to cast an enhanced version of the "sedative charm".

"The past is irreversible, Mr. Black, please mourn."

It's not unreasonable for such a big man to cry in front of him, Klein said softly.

"Besides, don't you still have concerns about that Harry Potter."

There was magic in the voice, and Black really calmed down a lot.

Correct.

He still has concerns.

Harry Potter.

His godson is still in this world!

(End of this chapter)