I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Just now, we were having a gathering in the auditorium. Suddenly, the door was knocked open, and it was Hagrid. He was holding Professor Lupin. Blood was flowing all over the floor."

His teeth were chattering and his voice was shaking.

The pupils seemed to be reflecting the blood under the blurred flames.

"Then Professor~"

Hermione screamed, looking at the closed door of the school nurse room in disbelief, with a blank expression on her face.

It happened so suddenly, she-she hadn't even reacted yet.

"No - I don't know." Neville replied blankly.

As the most popular professor at Hogwarts (PS: except Slytherin), Lupine holds a high position in the hearts of young wizards.

Especially someone like Neville. A bit cowardly, he is often PUA'd by Snape, and his personality doesn't look like that of a Gryffindor wizard.

Lupine's meticulous teaching, amiable and friendly temperament, coupled with his superb level of magic, helped Neville make rapid progress under his training.

Many spells that he could not cast before, or that were unstable, can now be used successfully.

"Oh my god! Owen, are you okay!"

While they were talking to Neville, suddenly, a figure squeezed over.

It was a child with bright brown hair and a childish face.

Holding in his hand the camera he never leaves behind.

"I thought, no - you obviously." He looked at him in disbelief.

His eyes were red, and he had obviously cried just now.

In the end, thousands of words converged into one sigh. "You are not dead!"

? ? ?

Owen was full of doubts, but before he could get angry, Ron beside him spoke first: "You're not looking for a beating!"

He glared at Colin, what is this guy talking about?

"But - I just..." He wanted to say something more, but after seeing Owen with a confused look on his face, he swallowed the question in his mind.

After a moment, he said blankly: "Maybe I saw it wrong?"

"But-it's impossible!"

Colin's unusual reaction soon aroused confusion among Harry and others present. However, Professor Lupine's life or death was uncertain at this time, so he had no intention of continuing to question him.

The crowd suddenly fell silent again.

Restless anxiety filled the aisles.

Just like the sky that is about to darken, the night is accompanied by nothingness.

A feeling of loneliness and powerlessness filled the entire space.

Even the breeze fell into silence.

Time passes slowly - just like a person's breathing, only when you are alive can you feel time.

Death is nothing but a deep sleep.

The state of the soul that is neither dead nor alive is more like a dream, a half-dream and half-awake pain and struggle.

On a strange island far away from England, somewhere in a temple, unknown forces are rising above it.

The Dark Lord is awakening.

Some more terrifying force made a deal with him.

Peter Pettigrew stood in front of the temple door tremblingly like an ant.

Although he didn't know exactly what the new Dark Lord would gain!

However, according to his understanding, he who is resurrected will be far more than he was before.

Even Dumbledore can't match him!

When he thought of this, his expression relaxed a lot.

Just like decades ago, he judged that Dumbledore was getting older and his power was declining; while Voldemort was at the height of his power, and his power and power were becoming stronger day by day.

Isn't it normal to switch camps?

What would he gain by staying in the stupid Order of the Phoenix?

A medal of Merlin and an urn?

Like his father?

Who knows about his achievements as an Auror? Does anyone remember?

Why should he learn from his father who died early?

The Dark Lord has promised him that as long as he unifies the magical world, he will gain power, power and status that were unimaginable before.

With these, his family can become the most prominent family among magicians, and by then, he will get much more than what he got in the Order of the Phoenix!

So, why can’t I be more flexible.

After all, those who understand current affairs are heroes.

He keeps paralyzing himself like this, he must confuse himself like this, otherwise, his choice will be like a joke!

Temple! temple.

Even though there are joking eyes all around.

Those sharp eyes made people feel like they were falling into a snake's den, and no matter how much he tried to avoid it, the uncomfortable feeling would always find him, grab him, and drag him into the abyss of fear.

But, he was looking forward to it.

He was looking forward to the fact that Voldemort's promises to him would become a reality!

"It's early today, you coward."

"The Dark Lord is not as narrow-minded as you think!" A voice came from the temple.

Accompanied by the sound of high heels clicking on the stone slabs.

A witch with messy hair, wearing a rather Gothic dress, and holding a crooked wand slowly walked out.

There was a ferocious smile on her face.

The unkind eyes seem to be telling you where to cut off a piece of your flesh.

Although his scalp was numb from the gaze.

But Peter still suppressed the discomfort in his heart and forced a smile on his face.

"But that's after you prove your worth."

The next second, the smile on his face froze.

But soon, Peter adjusted. He spoke respectfully again: "Thank you - the kind Dark Lord, he -"

"He will come back again!" Bella interrupted him forcefully.

"And now is the time we need you!"

"Let's go~"

she says.

Then the two of them walked out of countless stairs one after the other.

Peter Pettigrew, he couldn't stop looking back.

Because just now, he saw a vampire walking into the temple.

That's a blood ancestor!

Unlike that single-minded Sirius, he got the secret key to the great Dark Lord's treasury.

The Demon King shared with him some magical knowledge that is difficult for ordinary people to know.

This was his bargaining chip to betray the Order of the Phoenix's intelligence.

Now is also a stepping stone to reintegrate into the Death Eaters.

Vampires, like werewolves, also increase their tribe through blood transmission.

But the Blood Ancestor is different.

They are more like aliens among wizards who have the blood of magical creatures.

Blood Ancestors are much more powerful than normal vampires, and their abilities are all kinds of strange.

Let’s not talk about other abilities for now, but there is one ability that is definitely the most envied by wizards.

Blood Pool - Blood Ancestors can store a large amount of blood containing magic power in their bodies. When they are attacked, they can draw power from the blood pool.

They can restore almost any kind of magical damage except the Killing Curse.

Such a powerful creature had never before joined the ranks of the Death Eaters.

now--

Peter Pettigrew, the fire in his eyes beat even louder.

This time, he made the right choice.

This is - what Peter didn't notice was that he looked at a man who was a blood ancestor.

There was a faint smell of corruption all over his body.

——————

"Why are you here?"

Owen frowned, and the strange voice just now suddenly sounded in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt like he had seen that face before somewhere.

Although he was thin, pale, and had deep-set eyes. Like a terminally ill patient.

It was completely different from the image of the wizard in Owen's memory.

But he still felt that he should have seen that person somewhere.

"Why are you here?"

Why did he say this to himself?

Could it be that he has seen himself?

Or—suddenly, a wonderful idea.

came out of his mind.

"Look, it's Madam Pomfrey~~~"

At this time the crowd suddenly rioted.

It was Madam Pomfrey and Professor Trelawney walking quickly down the corridor side by side.

They communicated in low voices.

Professor Trelawney held many bottles and jars in her hands, and Owen just glanced at them and knew which ones were herbal medicines for treatment.

The effects vary, including stopping bleeding - replenishing blood - removing curses, etc.

"Professor! Professor Trelawney, Professor Lupin, is he...is he okay?" Hermione asked eagerly.

Without waiting for the professor's answer.

Owen interrupted her rudely, "Don't answer! Don't answer!"

"Don't answer!!!"

If it's really what he thinks!

Say it! He turned and ran away.

After pushing through the crowd, Owen strode toward the principal's office.

In the corridor - as he ran, he took out the Marauder's Map from his coat pocket.

Whether it was outside the castle or in the auditorium, he had never carefully observed the map.

This time when he looked at all the castle floors.

When he saw the auditorium at this time, a name that he was very familiar with suddenly appeared.

Everything is clear.

If that was what he thought, then he must not hear the outcome of something that was already determined.

third floor.

He easily guessed Dumbledore's new password and climbed the stairs.

Without even knocking, Owen pushed open the oak door and squeezed in.

In the room, Snape and Dumbledore stood side by side, and on the other side was the Minister of Magic, Fudge, who was accompanied by Kingsley.

At this time, his expression was extremely ugly.

Everyone knew that he was about to resign, and that this might be his last night as Minister of Magic, but Fudge himself didn't think so, and he still wanted to struggle.

Even if it's just to extend his term by a few months.

Because this way he can abide by tradition and delay announcing his resignation until next Christmas.

"Shut up, stop talking, and listen to me!" He ignored the surprised looks in the two professors' eyes and went straight to Fudge.

"It's a foregone conclusion that you will be ousted, whether it's Barty Crouch or Rufus Scrimgeour. There's no way you can continue to be Minister for Magic after losing all support!"

He looked at the dead man with a cold face and cold eyes.

"The only way you can make a comeback is to get the support of Principal Dumbledore. But he won't protect you, because no one will protect a stupid pig!"

"What did you say?" Fudge glared angrily, and his originally bitter face immediately turned into extreme anger.

"Waste less heat! Mr. Minister!" Owen continued aggressively: "Let us open the skylight and speak out!"

"You must hold on to your position, because if the recent events in the wizarding world are exposed, the families of those wizards who were attacked and died tragically by dark wizards will tear you into pieces. This position is not just about power. It’s gone. It’s also taking your lives with it!”

"I'm right!" The boy's mouth curved into a mocking arc.

Fudge just glared, but other than that, he didn't take any action.

Yes, Owen is right.

If he loses his power at this time, he will be prosecuted no matter who takes over.

Because the next Minister of Magic will never bear the consequences of such a huge disaster in the wizarding world for his predecessor.

It was only a matter of time before he was betrayed.

"Just now, I was - we were attacked outside the castle, sir!"

"Hmm -" Dumbledore frowned and immediately looked at Owen.

"I don't know how many dark wizards or other things are gathered around the castle. But -" he suddenly laughed ferociously, "it's impossible not to die tonight."

"And once a young wizard or a school professor dies, you, the Minister of Magic, will never be able to make a comeback."

"So?" At this point, this power monster without much brain finally squeezed out some sense from his barren head, and his rotten brain started spinning.

He realized that the child in front of him, talking so much, was actually making a request to him, or asking for something, otherwise the other party would never waste so much time.

"Every once in a while, Hogwarts will apply to the Ministry of Magic for a magic prop that can only be used by the young wizards with the best grades. As the first in my grade for two consecutive years, I think I have the qualifications to apply for it. " Owen approached him step by step, his voice getting lower and lower.

"You know what it is. I want to see that thing before midnight."

"Besides -" A sense of aloofness appeared on his face, and then Owen continued in a subtle tone that ordinary people could not detect: "Lucius says hello to you, Mr. Fudge. With his support, you will be able to sit still." of!"

On the other side, Snape was about to catch this rude person who broke into the principal's office. He had a hunch that this trouble-making bastard would definitely turn the whole world upside down tonight.

Things are different now.

His eyes became serious.

The Death Eater mark that had not squirmed for more than ten years was on his wrist.

Tonight I suddenly felt strangely slightly hot.

You know, this is only Voldemort's mark.

The only one who can reactivate it is Voldemort.

Is there anything scarier than that person coming back again?

Thinking in his mind, Snape couldn't help but look at Fudge with a look of disgust in his eyes. This idiot who was swallowed up by power had no idea what kind of crisis the wizarding world was in today!

Just when he was reprimanding Irving.

The oak door was knocked open again.

This time it was Madam Pomfrey who walked in.

She walked in a hurry, with tears in her eyes. When she walked in front of the two professors, her body was trembling heart-wrenchingly.

"That Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he-"

"Don't speak!" Hearing the sound, Owen interrupted again.

"Don't let me hear, don't let time collapse." After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the principal's office without communicating with anyone the whole time.

Is this a lunatic?

Kingsley watched in confusion as Owen suddenly broke in and ran out again.

He couldn't understand what the kid was doing.

I just couldn't understand what he just said.

Time collapse?

what is that?

Except for Dumbledore, everyone present was unfamiliar with this strange combination of words.

Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses of the old principal, a bright light flashed in his wise eyes. Then he took a deep breath and said flatly, "Connery."

"Huh?" The minister was still stunned.

"Do as the kid says!"

"But!"

It’s not like he can just take it out casually if he says so!

The Department of Mysteries doesn't always listen to the Minister of Magic!

That department has probably been around longer than the Ministry of Magic!

That is a research institution that should have existed during the wizarding council period. No wizard has ever fully understood what that department is researching. Not even successive Ministry of Magic officials.

"I will help you!" The old principal made a pun.

After receiving his reply, Fudge's eyes lit up and he instantly understood what Dumbledore meant.

Then he said urgently, as if he was afraid that Dumbledore would regret it, "Okay! I'll do it right away!"

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time time

Parallel to the future.

Owen returned to the dormitory and slipped out of the cloth bag placed in the cabinet next to the bed, as well as Shirok and Bakkarti who were napping on his bed.

"Hmm - you can't wear them at the same time." He muttered to himself.

Then he walked to the window sill, opened the window, and threw the confused Bakar straight out.

"one is enough!"

After taking in the dull look in the little fat dragon's eyes, Owen seemed to close the window again without any hesitation.

Hmm--it's quite cold!

Then, "It's time for me to give you a hint."

He looked at the empty Marauder's Map, and this time the familiar name did not appear, which meant that 'he' was no longer in the castle.

Suddenly, a ray of fire came from the gloomy sky in the distance.

Although the lonely smoke is not straight, it has not been blown away by the wind.

It seems to be deliberately gathered into a black ribbon.

You know, the weather outside is not good, there are dark clouds, and it just snowed heavily yesterday. Although the snow has stopped now, the wind has not stopped.

Ordinary smoke can never come together.

"Thanks for the tip."

The corners of his mouth tuck into a smile.

He immediately ran out of the Hufflepuff common room again.

Judging from the position of the smoke, it seemed to be in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

Further ahead is the Forbidden Forest.

He already knew the surroundings of the castle.

It's getting dark.

Under the clouds, the sun was setting in the west on weekdays, but now there was no other light except for the firelight in the distance.

The castle was silent at night.

He heard nothing but the roar of the wind.

Hagrid's hut is just ahead.

Owen gradually slowed down, and the wand was already in his hand.

"This is--"

Leaning down, Owen was surprised to find that besides the firelight, there was something else guiding him.

It's corruption -

A clear khaki trace.

It's particularly eye-catching on the snow.

It's that monster!

He immediately realized who had left it.

Although his fighting time just now was not long, Owen also noticed that wherever he walked, he would leave traces full of corruption.

Just like his dying body!

Arrive in front of Hagrid's hut.

He found that the pumpkin patch in front of the house seemed to have been vandalized.

The flames are burning those broken pumpkins.

The traces of corruption did not stop here, but continued to spread towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Without hesitation, Owen dove into the Forbidden Forest.

"Luminescent flash!" There was a crisp, subtle chirp, and a faint light emitted from the end of his wand.

I walked forward quickly for about ten minutes, and there was no other sound except the snapping of branches and the rustling of leaves.

All around him, the ancient trees that had grown over the centuries were getting denser and denser, and there were no stars that could guide the way above his head.

In the ancient Forbidden Forest, Owen's wand shone alone in the endless darkness, and he discovered that corruption had strayed off the path.

Beyond a moss-covered stump he could hear the gurgling sound of water.

Apparently there was a stream somewhere nearby.

By the faint light from the end of the wand, he saw what seemed to be a towering oak tree in the distance that had been broken at the waist.

He gripped his wand tightly and hurried after him.

Although he was anxious, he couldn't walk very fast. There were tree roots and stumps everywhere on the ground, blocking the road. It was almost impossible to see in the dark light.

His robes were caught on nearby low branches and thorns, and as he approached, Owen noticed that the ground nearby was sloping downward, although the trees were still as thick as before.

"And the temperature."

The fallen oak seemed to have been exploded by a magic spell.

The broken place was dark and smoke was coming out.

It feels warm to the touch.

Owen knelt down and used his wand to spread the turf on the ground.

In an instant, dark red traces were revealed.

It looked like red ink spilled on the ground - okay! Actually it was more like blood seeping into the ground.

Owen continued to pull away the dead grass.

The traces of blood resemble those of a fallen individual.

He had reason to wonder whose grave he was squatting on.

What he pulled out might be his bloody head - oh - it might be his large intestine.

Suddenly, the fluorescent light seemed to hit something, and a trace of light flashed on the ground.

It seems like something is reflecting light.

He bent down and quickly found something familiar among the weeds.

A mithril emblem of the Holy Trinity.

"Um?"

saint?

When Owen saw this thing, he immediately thought of his grandfather's huge follower.

Saints show up at Hogwarts?

Hmmmm - that's not unacceptable.

After all, the leader of the saints is still working as an alchemy professor in the castle!

"Interesting!" Owen's lips slowly cracked into a wicked smile.

It seems that the forces surrounding the castle are not the only ones - the Deathborn.

There are other forces around.

Feel the tenderness of the necklace in your hand.

It's not that bad - is it?

At least he now knows one of the Deadborn's weaknesses, doesn't he?

They can't swallow mithril!

Otherwise, there won't just be a pool of blood here.

The fog still shrouded the forest, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

But Owen didn't feel panicked.

On the contrary, it feels like a leisurely afternoon walk.

The world of Harry Potter is a single timeline. Since he is completing the history, nothing will happen to him now!