Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

An unknown town outside the Alps.

On the edge of the town, Sifa was driving a locomotive along the highway towards the town.

He wanted to ask someone in the town to find out what month and day it is.

This year, there are very few vehicles on the road, and there are not many large debris.

Xifa was advancing at an extremely fast speed, and the wake behind him was mixed with dust and rolled up the torn newspapers on the road.

"The Great Patriotic War Begins!" "

...

Not to mention that the rest of the content was ravaged by nature to the point of blurring, even the big title, Xifa didn't care.

Quiet—too quiet—

The town in front of me seems to be deserted, but according to my own observation, there are traces of many people living here before.

Just don't know what happened, according to my own observation, there is no trace of magic.

Are ordinary people in this town doing anything?

With doubts, Sifa continued along the road across the town.

squeak--

The screeching sound of brakes.

After the speed of the car slowed down, Xifa turned around and returned to the house along the street that he had passed by before.

After parking the locomotive, Xifa quickly walked to the gate of the house along the street.

bang bang --

After tapping twice, Xifa waited on the spot with a strange expression.

creak-

The bearings groaned heavily from lack of lubrication.

"Young man, come in by yourself..."

An old and hoarse voice came from the crack of the door.

After hearing this, Xifa raised his hand and pushed open the iron door.

"Boy, do you need water or food? The food is only canned. I hope you won't dislike it."

The old man with his back turned to him was hunched over, and his steps were shaky.

In Xifa's perception, the stagnation in the old man almost completely shielded his vitality.

To put it bluntly, life is not long!

In the hall, a small kettle was gurgling and steaming in the fire, miscellaneous firewood was piled up on one side of the wall, and various cans piled up in the shape of a hill on the other side.

"Old man, I don't need food and water, I want to ask, what month is it now?"

The old man turned around slowly after hearing the words. Although his face like dead bark hardly moved, Xifa could still feel the surprise in his heart.

"May 26, [-]." The old man spoke extremely hard, which resulted in his speech being extremely slow, but fortunately, his words were still relatively clear.

26th?In other words, the time deviation is more than a week, which is acceptable!

Xifa thought about it in his heart and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Old man, where have all the people in the town gone?" Seeing the old man sitting in front of the kettle without haste, Xifa thought for a while and planned to continue asking.

In case the old man has any needs, if he can help, he can help as a reward.

"You just came out of the mountains? See for yourself..."

The old man pointed to the table next to Xifa, and there was a notice on it.

The French defense line has been completely defeated, and now the civilians in the country are being transferred out!

Xifa was horrified, and hurriedly looked at the announcement date.

It turned out to be a few days ago!

Could it be that he untied the seal and strengthened some methods of the Shadow Empire?

To be honest, it really is.

Originally, the biochemical soldiers of the Shadow Empire caused the French army and the Ministry of Magic to suffer a lot.

When Xifa came into contact with the sealed land, they actually possessed the ability to infect.

As long as they are soldiers who died in battle, they will turn into zombie-like creatures and attack the living people frantically.

Fortunately, only those who were attacked by biochemical soldiers and died would be transformed.

Otherwise, there is no time to evacuate.

"Thank you for your advice, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Xifa asked while standing up with a smile.

"I don't need your help. I'm old. This is where I've lived all my life. I don't want to leave here. If you need help, remember to close the door when you leave."

Xifa fell silent, nodded slightly and said goodbye to the old man.

The old man is very transparent. At his age, if he is transferred, he will definitely die on the road...

It's better to enjoy the last time quietly in the hometown.

"Merlin, is there any way you can hurry up?"

Putting away the motorcycle, Sifa, who is riding a broomstick in the air now, asked.

"Huh? Don't you know how to use the magic net to complete the teleportation? The teleportation magic net is one of the few unharmed magic nets." The scepter shone slightly, and Merlin did not appear, but his voice rang in Xifa's ear.

"The magic net may not be clean. I have never used the magic net to apparate."

Xifa softly denied this choice.

The Teleportation Magic Net is actually a very advanced Floo Network. It can be said that the Floo Network was built with reference to Apparation and Apparition magic and the Teleportation Magic Net.

"Huh? People are so bad now? Can't even defend the magic net?" Merlin's voice was a little lonely, "Then I can't help it. The tools you are using now are the most cost-effective way I know."

"By the way, I want to remind you that there seems to be something in your pocket that is emitting abnormal magical fluctuations."

Hearing this, Xifa remembered that since he was out of strength until now, if he hadn't actively sensed it, then his senses would no longer perceive the magic fluctuations from the outside world.

Reaching into the waist pocket, he took out the magic item that kept sounding the alarm.

It was the looking glass given to him by Professor Dumbledore.

I thought I wouldn't use it, but now it works again!

Because of it, I can anonymously use the magic net to apparate over a long distance!

However, why does the Looking Glass feel that Grindelwald is by his side when he is in this remote place?

Thinking of this, Xifa opened his dragon pupils and looked around!

Did not find anything wrong.

"What did you find?"

Merlin's voice rang in Sifa's ear.

"I found nothing." Xifa said with an ugly expression, "Merlin, I have a question for you."

"Hey... let's talk about it." Merlin let out a sigh as if he had been found out about his guilt.

"Why do you keep implying that I'm going to the center of the battlefield? I can obviously return to England by detour!"

Xifa was still riding a broomstick, and asked indifferently.

"For you, because you are being targeted by unknown beings, as the guardian spirit guarding the sealed place, I will help you remove the mark on your body."

Merlin appeared in front of Xifa, because the scepter was on Xifa's waist, he could easily float in front of Xifa, and in front of Xifa, he solemnly explained.

Sifer stared at him for a while, then shook his head slightly.

"What you said is true, but not everything!"

Merlin was silent...

Cifer stopped her broomstick abruptly.

"If I don't explain it, I would rather face the unknown future with a mark on my body, and I don't want to be used immediately!"

See Xifa's serious expression and stubborn eyes.

Merlin sighed helplessly.

"I want to use your body to fight against the existence that is staring at you."

"What's the price?" Xifa didn't show any attitude on his face.

"You might die..." Merlin looked at Xifa with a complicated expression.

"Why maybe?" Xifa grasped the point and asked.

"You can live if you completely believe in me!" Merlin looked at Xifa sincerely, until Xifa nodded slightly in recognition.

"Are you the one who gave Professor Dumbledore the prophecy?"

Just when Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, Xifa suddenly asked.

Merlin's expression changed slightly, and then he responded with a wry smile, "It's not all me."

"As a Horcrux, how do you use my body to fight? Need me to let go of my magic control?"

"You'll know when the time comes..."