Hogwarts time travel

"What are you doing?" The door of the death hall was suddenly opened from the outside, and an old man with a brown-red beard broke in angrily.

"Stay away from that arch! It's the door of death, approaching it will only bring death!"

"Who are you?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at each other.

"A person who doesn't want you to die in vain." The old man glared at him and said.

"Who is he?" Loya didn't ask the old man, but asked about the essence of time.

【Projection of Death in the Human World】

Knowing that his strategy of throwing the Killing Curse into the door was successful, Loya smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at the old man.

"Hello, do you know how to get the thing out behind the arch?"

"Pay attention to your wording." The old man's face darkened, "Behind that is the residence of the god of death, and the god of death will not react to the actions of mortals."

Loya grinned, then why did you suddenly appear?

Luo Ya believed that even if the god of death was calm, he would not be willing to let the green light shine in his palace all day long.

"Okay, the residence of the god of death, then what do we need to do so that the god of death can meet us?"

"The god of death is the destination of all things after the end. You will naturally see him after you die."

The old man looked at the two men maliciously, "Or if you walk into this arch now, maybe you can also see the god of death."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, the old man in front of him was the god of death, right?

An old man who came out of nowhere and said a lot when he came up, how suspicious no matter how you look at it, it's no wonder it's not the god of death.

Noticing Luo Ya's line of sight, it is confirmed that this old man is really the god of death.

"Forget it then." Loya withdrew his wand, "The minister intends to use this place as a garbage dump. Since this arch can't be moved, let's put it here."

"What are you talking about!" The old man stared, then changed the subject, "Actually, it's not like there's no room for change."

"As long as you bet with me, maybe I can let you see the god of death."

"If you want to bet, bet bigger." Luo Ya looked at the other party with a smile.

This god of death may be a bit addicted to gambling. After gambling with the three brothers in the story collection of the poet Beedou, he was closed for a while, and now he wants to gamble again.

"We'll bet on whether Death will survive the next world destruction, I bet not."

The old man's face darkened, "Then I will definitely win. The god of death is a god, and he lives in the narrow gap between life and death. No one can find him at all."

Luo Ya faintly realized that it turned out that his family was not here, so he dared to put his mind at ease?

"The gods of the other world rule this world, and the power of life and death will completely change hands. If the dead have faith, they will enter the kingdom of God. If they have no faith, they will be sealed into the wall of unbelievers. No soul will reach the god of death. hands."

"When the god of death loses the power of death, can he still stay in his own nest safely?"

The old man's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he seemed to be somewhat moved by Luo Ya's words.

But in the end, his face darkened and he issued an order to evict the guest.

"Please leave here, gentlemen, the living are not welcome here."

Loya and Dumbledore looked at each other and walked outside.

After the two disappeared, the old man walked towards the arch and gradually disappeared like a wave of water.

In the huge palace behind the arch, the old man appeared, looking at the figure on the palace throne.

The figure of the God of Death is sitting on the throne, hidden under the gray hood, it is difficult to distinguish, and the only exposed palm changes from time to time between the palm of flesh and the palm of bone. In his hand, he is playing with a small kettle. The shape of the kettle looks very similar to the god of water.

"We really want to cooperate with the Council of Gods?"

"Why not?" The figure made a dull and trance-like voice.

"Just like what the moon god's messenger said, maybe they won't hand over this world to us as agreed..."

"Needless to say!" The voice interrupted him, "You are just my projection, don't think too much, just do what you are told."

"Yes." The old man bowed his head and said yes, but his heart was full of waves.

As the projection of the god of death, even if he has his own will, he must absolutely obey the god of death.

Does such an existence really make sense?

"Here it is again." The voice sighed, these projections have to be replaced every once in a while, there is no way, they will always have independent thoughts because they have been in contact with too much world.

The god of death will not allow his own projection to give birth to his own ideas.

In this world, there is only one god of death.

In the future, there will only be one god in this world.

The old man's body gradually blurred, and finally turned into a streamer and fell into the hands of the god of death.

After a while, a brand new old man appeared, silently bowing to the god of death.

……

"Reaper is indeed aware of his crisis, but for some unknown reason, he doesn't want to change the status quo." Loya said.

"Then there must be some reason, and this reason is enough for him to give up struggling and hand over the world to the alien gods." Dumbledore said.

"Couldn't he have sold this world?" Loya said with a smile.

Dumbledore looked at Loya seriously, without saying a word.

Loya didn't make a sound.

This is very likely.

"As expected, the Internationale is not deceiving me." Luo Ya sighed.

You can't rely on gods, you can only rely on yourself.

"Now we can only wait for news from Romania to see what changes there will be." Dumbledore said.

"Let's not slack off either, gather all the strength we can." Dumbledore tilted his head, looking at the elevator buttons.

"As long as we can face the invasion of another world, we can cooperate with the evil of the past for this."

?

Loya watched Dumbledore talking to himself, and raised his eyebrows.

He wouldn't be convincing himself, could he?

Convince yourself to release that person?

"Ka—" The elevator rang softly, and an indifferent female voice appeared, "Minister's Office."

The two walked through the black carpeted corridor and opened the door at the end.

What came into view was a huge room. In the middle of the room was a huge desk, and Moody was processing documents on it calmly.

"Alastor, how do you feel?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Very bad." The magic eyes in Moody's eyes turned unconsciously, "This group of members were too indulgent in the Fudge era, and their actions were very procrastinated."

"Don't be too harsh." Dumbledore said with a smile, looking around, "Where's Ariana?"

"I asked Caroline to take her out," said Moody.

Loya casually found a sofa to sit down, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he heard Caroline's name.

The father was arrested, and the daughter became the Assistant Minister of Magic.

Fudge will be very pleased to know, right?

Caroline came back with Stijgar, who was carrying a big bag full of various snacks.

"I'll get it for you." Loya took the snack bag blankly and stuffed it into his storage bag.

Stegar: ?

Dumbledore won't let me play with dogs.

After chatting with Caroline, the three returned to Hogwarts using the Floo network of the minister's office.