Hogwarts time travel

Old Jack sat up suddenly from the bed, his whole body was soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water.

That nightmare has haunted him for more than ten years, like a nightmare, torturing him every night.

Old Jack tore off his soaked clothes, revealing the terrifying scar that ran from the left heart to the lower right abdomen.

This is the scar left by that operation. The snow monster's cold poison was not completely removed due to technical reasons, and the wound occasionally felt faintly cold.

But he didn't care, because he just left an indelible scar, and the teammates who acted with him stayed in the frozen desert forever.

Because of their haste, they strayed into the snow monster's trap while chasing and killing the snow monster. Facing the attack of dozens of snow monsters, they all sacrificed to protect themselves and leave.

He had no face to face the family members of his teammates, and gave away all his wealth to them.

After that, Artyom died, and only a greasy man named old Jack survived.

Old Jack feigned death and left the motherland he once loved deeply, because it had become his sad place.

The great motherland lost a brave and fearless soldier, and Diagon Alley added a decadent man who sneaked around.

Old Jack's home didn't become more luxurious because of the extra wealth, because most of the money he earned was anonymously donated to the descendants of those teammates who were in charge of funding these years.

They also wrote a letter to thank the anonymous good man old Jack, but he didn't reply to any of them.

Old Jack received a letter from Loya a few days ago.

This eccentric-looking kid has a lot of ideas, and Old Jack thinks he can do great things, because those who do great things are eccentric.

The owner of the pet shop that Loya asked Old Jack to investigate was a soldier in the army he used to be in. He may not remember himself, but Old Jack remembers it very clearly.

When old Jack found him, he was killed by the water, and there was a note in Russian on the bank: revenge.

Although the great motherland is in turmoil, it still has the ability to kill a traitor.

Old Jack didn't know what he had stolen, he only found the badge in the mud at the bottom of the boat.

In his home, old Jack found some research materials and some scattered silver coins.

Out of caution, these were packed in an iron box by old Jack and sunk into the water.

Since then, old Jack has recruited some dark wizards and put them to work for him, because he feels inexplicably uneasy.

No one will come to retrieve these silver coins and badges, right?

Later, when the great motherland fell, these things were forgotten, and no one came to retrieve the badges and silver coins.

After confirming the safety, the old Jack sent the badge to Loya and left the silver coins himself.

Loya's letter was asking him to gather some people, but he didn't specify the exact number.

In order to strengthen old Jack's subjective initiative, Loya also sent some summarized documents to illustrate the importance of "the rain is coming, so prepare quickly".

Old Jack believed what Loya said, and he didn't need to lie to himself. What he hesitated was whether he wanted to disturb his old friends.

So he kept the letter there.

They have been stable for a long time, is it necessary for me to pull them in?

Old Jack was silent for a long time, and finally sat down at the table. He wanted to write a letter.

……

Romania, Ministry of Magic.

It is a white building built against a mountain, with a Muggle expulsion spell on the outside, which can make Muggles suddenly think of something, and naturally stay away from here.

But now even without the banishing spell, no Muggle would dare to come over.

The original green tree-lined background has been burned, leaving only a white field.

On the outskirts of the Ministry of Magic, surrounded by densely packed chariots, soldiers with live ammunition pointed their weapons at the building, as if they were about to attack in the next second.

These are human soldiers hypnotized by vampires, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic who are surrounded by them have no way to attack because of this.

"Fire!" the commander said, and countless rockets let out a shriek, crossed a graceful arc, and were detonated when they landed in the midair of the Ministry of Magic.

A layer of translucent film appears when being attacked, dissolving all rocket attacks invisible.

"Fire!" The commander continued coldly. The only order he got after being hypnotized was to break through the Ministry of Magic at all costs, so naturally he would not hesitate.

The defense cover of the Ministry of Magic was precarious in the attack, as if it would be broken in the next second, but it still stood firm.

Inside the Ministry of Magic, the panic-stricken members obeyed the orders of the officials, and used magic wands to channel magic power into the core of the defensive cover, constantly repairing the defensive cover.

It was their tireless efforts that kept the Ministry of Magic intact.

But going on like this is not an option, the magic power is limited, and the army outside is backed by a country, with almost unlimited firepower, and they are not afraid of exhausting them at all.

"Haven't the reinforcements come yet?" The minister said hoarsely. He has been organizing people to infuse magic power, and he hasn't had any food or water for several days.

"Minister...I..." The secretary was speechless.

"Don't be hesitant, speak quickly!" I didn't want to glare at the secretary and urged.

"Minister, let's go down first." The secretary didn't want to say it here, at least not in public.

"Just say it here!" The minister's eyes widened, "Let us hear their shameless faces!"

It seems that the minister already knows the result.

The secretary sighed and said loudly: "Half of the requests for help sent to twelve countries have not been responded to, and one third of the remaining half said they do not want to interfere in our internal affairs, and two thirds remain on the sidelines."

"Look, look!" The minister laughed miserably, "This group of short-sighted silverfish! If we fail today, today we will be tomorrow's them!"

Everyone looked at the minister in a daze, and the atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic was gloomy for a while.

"The only thing we can do now is to persist! Persevere! Those vampires outside want to rule the entire country, and we will never allow a group of wizards to share power with them. Once the defensive shield is breached, what awaits us is death!"

"Hold on, friends."

After speaking, the minister stepped forward, stuck the wand on the core, and injected a burst of magic power.

After losing, the minister wobbled and almost fell down, but was held up by the secretary.

Everyone watched the minister leave, and then resumed into several teams, and began to repeatedly input magic power into the core.

As the minister said, now, there is only persistence.

Back in the minister's room, the minister slumped down on his seat and took a long time to let out a deep breath.

The figure of a middle-aged man kept flashing in front of his eyes. He was so powerful that even the spells that the Aurors tried their best were all wiped out by him raising his hand.

Wherever he passed, the plants were withered, the sky was stained with blood, and the fear from the heart made the wizards unable to even lift their wands.

Hearing those vampires call each other "Dracula", could it be that the other party is really the legendary vampire duke?

"I remember that there is an escape route in the minister's office, you can leave here directly, right?"

The secretary froze for a moment, then nodded. Indeed, there is a channel dedicated to the minister, and it is the only way to escape here when the Floo network is blocked.

However, due to safety and battery life considerations, only one person can pass through.

The secretary's heart was a little cold. Is the minister going to escape after all?

"Take this letter and go to Dumbledore."

The minister took out a letter and handed it to the secretary, "I don't know what he is doing, but he is the only one who can help Romania now."

The secretary looked at the letter in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize, "Minister, are you going?"

"I'm not leaving." The minister seemed to let go of one thing on his mind, and slumped on the seat without any image.

"I may be the last minister of the Romanian Ministry of Magic, I have to stand on the last post."

The minister took out a lighter and threw it to the secretary.

"Go ahead, haven't you always liked my lighter? Here it is for you."

"Live, Adrian."

Adrian wiped the liquid on his face, whether it was sweat or tears, nodded heavily, turned and left the minister's room.

"Hehe." The minister closed his eyes lightly, and a feeling of lightness suddenly rose, as if he was about to fly, and there was a dull explosion sound next to his ear, and the defensive cover was breached.

But the heroic old man was motionless, as if asleep.