Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Soon Hermione could no longer think about such things.

I saw a group of men in black robes with golden redbud patterns painted on their chests rushing into Hogsmeade. An overwhelming number of magical drones and magical birds were hovering in the air, making buzzing sounds.

"Open the door! Search for the suspect!" This group of people knocked on the closed door with familiarity - it was obvious that this was not the first time they had done this.

Only then did Hermione realize that there were actually so many people living in the town - at first she thought all the residents here had left.

Soon, the sound of rummaging through boxes and pleading could be heard in the room.

"...Please, I really have never seen rebellion...you just searched the day before yesterday..."

"Get out of the way! Don't block the way! The day before yesterday? Did you eat the day before yesterday and still want to eat today?"

While shouting loudly, the group of people took out various things from the room.

Such as washing machines, televisions, refrigerators and the like.

At this moment, Hermione saw two men in black robes walking out of the house in front of her, holding several large bags.

Immediately afterwards, an old woman who looked familiar rushed out and hugged one of them's thigh.

"These bottles are filled with unbrewed mead, which has nothing to do with rebellion... Please leave some for me... My granddaughter is still studying at the Imperial Academy of Magic, and this is her tuition for next year... "

"Go away! Old woman!" The man kicked the old woman far away. The old man rolled and flew out, fell to the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Who are you trying to scare, old man!" the man in black robe spat disdainfully, "Even if your granddaughter does enter the Imperial Academy of Magic, she is just a commoner. Find a way to get out alive first!"

"You...what did you say?" The old man lay on the ground, looking up at him with difficulty, his eyes full of surprise and fear.

"Your granddaughter didn't tell you, right?" The man in black robe smiled maliciously. He walked to the old man's side, his eyes full of teasing, "I don't want my grandma to worry, she is such a good girl... But you probably Don’t you know? The Imperial Academy of Magic puts pure strength first, and those without talent can only become experimental subjects and sandbags for those geniuses..." As he spoke, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the man in black robes, as if he remembered What unbearable past to look back on, "After all, the Emperor doesn't want to spend money to train a bunch of losers, just like Hogwarts before..."

"How...how could this be?"

The old man's lips moved, and then she remembered that her granddaughter was originally a lively and lovely girl before she entered school, but when she came home for the first summer vacation, she became taciturn and gloomy.

At first, she thought her granddaughter was in her rebellious phase, but it wasn't until she heard the cruel truth that she suddenly realized that her granddaughter was obviously not doing well in school.

"My poor Liya..." the old man cried loudly, and muddy tears fell from the corners of her eyes, wetting the ground beneath her.

"Understood?" The man in black robe was obviously very satisfied with the tragic situation in front of him. "I am doing it for your own good. After all, it is better to be kicked out because you can't pay the tuition than to die in the unknown."

The old man seemed not to have heard, and continued to cry with his head buried in his head.

The man in black robes clicked his tongue in boredom, and when he was about to turn around and leave, a ray of light passed through his chest.

The next moment, his whole body became as stiff as a stone and he fell backwards.

Only then did his companions realize that a girl had walked around behind them at some point.

Looking at the girl's appearance, she always gave him a familiar feeling.

At this moment, he heard the old man's incredible voice: "Hermione...are you Hermione?"

Hermione Granger? !

The most vicious and wanted criminal in the world can receive a bounty worth ten thousand galleons based on clues alone.

If you look closely, you will see that the girl in front of you is not as crazy and evil as in the wanted poster, but you can still see some shadows. Her facial features are delicate and beautiful, with a kind of intellectual beauty.

But what comes to mind of the man in black robe now is not the girl's beauty and the large bounty.But this woman's horrific deeds.

The Knight of Truth who participated in the siege of the Emperor and managed to escape, killing two squads by himself.

Those lunatics are different from civil servants like them in the Public Security Department. They were born and transformed to deal with wizards, and each of them is as powerful as a humanoid mecha.

All the troops they sent out this time were not enough to be killed by the other side.

A known:

One Hermione Granger > Two squads = 10 Knights of Truth

A Knight of Truth>All Public Security Department Police Officers

As soon as this inequality appeared in his mind, all greed was instantly swept away.

The man in black robe rolled and crawled out of the alley, letting out a miserable wail.

"The witch...the witch has appeared! Help!"

silence!What followed was a boiling noise!

The people in black robes didn't care about their "trophies" and scrambled to use apparation to escape from here. After a while, they disappeared completely, leaving only a mess on the ground.

Hermione stared at the scene in front of her in stunned silence. The expected fierce battle ended before it even started.

Only then did she truly realize how powerful her title of "witch" was.

At this moment, she heard the old man's timid voice: "Are you really Hermione Granger?"

"you know me?"

Hermione looked at her curiously. Those who could recognize her at a glance were probably acquaintances such as Penello, but she had no memory of ever meeting this old man.

The old man looked at her with complicated eyes: "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still the same as in my memory... You are exactly the same as you were 20 years ago..."

"..."

Sorry, I came here 20 years ago.

Then, she heard the old man say.

"Perhaps you have forgotten me, but I still remember it clearly... Back then, you and Jerry... no, His Majesty the Emperor, often came to my place for dates. Of course, you never admitted it..."

As the old man rambled on, her face overlapped with a face Hermione remembered.

She exclaimed: "Are you Mrs. Rosmerta?"

"Ah! It's great that you still remember me... I always believed that you would never do what they said..."

"Ah...I'm sorry, now is not the time to reminisce about old times. After the news of your appearance here spreads, those guys from the Knights will come here soon...You should go quickly and get out of here..."

"You come with me too." Hermione said stubbornly, "You recognized me just now, they won't let you go."

Mrs. Rosmerta smiled bitterly and said: "If I have to leave, I have more than one chance to leave here... I have lived here for 60 years, and Hogsmeade is my home!"

"Did you know? The first batch of rebels were mostly graduates and professors from Hogwarts. Albus was their leader. They called themselves [DA] - Dumbledore's Army. At that time, the village Everyone provided them with a lot of help, and the results can be imagined... After Albus failed to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor, everyone in the village was deemed a criminal and was strictly controlled and could not come in or out at will. Every month Daily necessities can only be brought in from the outside world..."

"Since I had a good relationship with His Majesty the Emperor for a while, I was not considered a criminal and could even leave here, but I can't forget it..."

Mrs. Rosmerta closed her eyes in pain: "I can't forget Professor Flitwick. He loved to come to the tavern to play cards in his spare time. After he was caught, he was hanged behind the tavern..."

Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth when she heard the words, her eyes sparkling.

"...I can't forget Professor McGonagall. Since her husband died, she would come to the pub every weekend to sit for a while and order a glass of butterbeer - that was her husband's favorite drink during his lifetime. She was surrounded by five knights of truth, In the end, his head was beheaded..."

"I can't forget Albus, he likes sweet drinks the most, and he comes to me every year to order a large amount of mead. He said that the mead he buys from me is the best he has ever tasted... He and His Majesty the Emperor transformed into a phoenix during the battle, and not even ashes remained after his death..."

"And the dirty old man in the Pig's Head Bar. No one knew that he was Albus's younger brother. After hearing the news of Albus's death, he stayed drunk at home for three days and three nights. He was killed in his drunken dream. He was caught and hung at the door of the Pig Head Bar..."

"I can't forget them..." Tears overflowed from Mrs. Rosmerta's fingers, her voice choked, "I don't have the courage like them, I don't dare to resist, let alone fight, I can only watch them. , even if they just provide a bag of candy to the rebels, they will be hanged on the back hill. Many people I know died like that... I am scared to death, can you understand me? Hermione? "

"Yes, ma'am." Hermione tried her best not to shed tears. "Your courage is no less than that of others."

"Thank you, Hermione, you are still so kind..." Mrs. Rosmerta wiped her tears, "By the way, are you going to visit Minerva and their graves? You were their most proud student... Ah, except maybe that person... they'll want to see you..."

"Excuse me." Hermione bowed deeply to Madam Rosmerta, countless emotions surging in her chest.

She didn't understand that Professor McGonagall had always regarded Jerry as her favorite disciple and cared for him even more than her own college. How dare he - how could he bear it?Kill Professor McGonagall in such a cruel way?

And Professor Flitwick, Professor Hagrid...

Before, she could deceive herself and others. Jerry was deceived and concealed by Penello and others, and made a big mistake.

However, being able to defeat Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick... these people working together is obviously not what Penello and the others can do.

What was Jerry thinking when he was fighting these former commanders?

Hermione wanted to know the answer to this question.

And this answer can only be found on the Golden Throne.

Hermione made a certain decision in her heart.

Soon, Mrs. Rosmerta took Hermione through the village and came to a hill behind the village. The famous Shrieking Shack was not far from here.

Along the way, Hermione noticed countless pairs of eyes staring at her silently from behind the window, but they seemed to have made an appointment without making any sound.

"Poor people..." Mrs. Rosmerta lamented again, "They are as scared as I am, and the wands in their hands have become decorations. As long as they put on that skin, an ordinary Muggles can handle them..."

Hermione thought thoughtfully: "In other words, wizards and Muggles have really integrated into each other..."

Mrs. Rosmerta shook her head: "There is no difference between wizards and Muggles now. Muggles can awaken to become wizards, they can also be transformed into knights of truth, and they can also become superpowers through practice... Muggles don't have any special abilities. Melons are rarely seen anymore..."

With that said, Mrs. Rosmerta had already brought Hermione to an open space.

Hermione, who was still thinking about what superpowers and truth knights meant, couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of her.

What appeared in front of her were countless high and low crosses. The hinges on the crosses were covered with rust, but they still performed their duties wholeheartedly, tightly wrapped around the dried bones on them, and the wind blew gently. Blow and the skeleton will sway back and forth.

While it is creepy, there is also a tragic and solemn atmosphere.

She had never seen such a strange sight, and Hermione thought she would be frightened and horrified...but those shaking bones gave her an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

As if someone was calling her, Hermione slowly approached one of the crosses.

There was a dark yellow stone tablet under the cross. Hermione stared at the stone tablet and read slowly:

"[This is the execution of the criminal Filius Flivi. This man participated in the rebellion and attempted to collude with foreign races to resist the imperial rule. He was treasonous and unethical. He was hanged in the first year of the Imperial Calendar. The world should take this as a warning. - Imperial Ministry of Justice "Remain in the execution department]"

Two lines of tears slowly fell on the stone tablet, leaving a long trace.

Hermione used her wand to conjure a bouquet of white lilies, placed it gently in front of the stone monument, and bowed deeply.

On the next cross was a headless skeleton.

Below is the same stele.

[This is the execution of the criminal Minerva McGonagall. This person participated in rebellion, violently resisted the rule of the empire, and was treasonous. In the first year of the imperial calendar, she was sentenced to beheading. The world should take this as a warning. ——Execution Section of the Imperial Ministry of Justice]

Hermione was silent for a long time, laid flowers and bowed.

Next cross.

[This is the execution place for the criminals Ambrosio Froome and his wife...]

[This is the place where the sinner Mrs. Puddieffe will be punished...]

Lay flowers, bow, come to the next cross...

Hermione repeated the same operation mechanically.

Most of the names were familiar to Hermione, and she had even seen them just in the morning. When she saw them again, they were still turned into dry bones on the cross.

Mrs. Rosmerta stood aside, watching her silently.

Next to the last cross, which belonged to Aberforth Dumbledore, Hermione saw a small grave.

"This is the tomb of Albus Dumbledore. He fought for love and justice in his heart all his life. He is a well-deserved great warrior."

In front of the tomb, two bunches of white wild flowers have dried up, and their withered petals are swaying in the wind.