Hogwarts time travel

"We cannot count on Voldemort's mercy." On the other side of the table, Hermione calmly pointed out the problem.

"If he doesn't come to attack today, there's no guarantee that he won't attack tomorrow. You can only be a thief for a thousand days, and there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days."

"We can't just sit around like this."

Ron thought it made sense, "Then we take the initiative?"

"Would you like to hear what you're saying?" Hermione looked at Ron with dead fish eyes.

Harry smiled wryly. With Voldemort's arrogance, he was afraid that as soon as he left Hogwarts, Voldemort would parachute onto his head and make him cramp.

I'd better stay at Hogwarts honestly.

"I mean self-improvement," said Hermione, her brown eyes fixed on Harry.

"We're going to create an organization among the student body that will teach students Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Ron was a little puzzled: "But do we have Defense Against the Dark Arts classes?"

"That's different." Hermione waved her hand, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class now only teaches us how to deal with magical animals, and doesn't teach us how to deal with dark wizards."

"The course to deal with dark wizards is only in the upper grades. I mean that the first-year students can also learn to deal with the magic of dark wizards. Even a 'protection from evil' is good."

The magic of "Evil Protection" can weaken the damage of black magic. Although it is very small, it can be regarded as a means of coping.

"Great idea." Harry nodded in agreement with Hermione's thoughts, "but who do we have as a teacher?"

Ron slammed the table down, looking very excited, "I know!"

Hermione pointed at him helplessly, motioning for him to answer.

Ron raised his face proudly like a student praised by the teacher, and looked at the Auror guarding the auditorium.

"Isn't this ready-made?"

Hermione nodded in agreement, "That's right, and I also invited some teachers, and they will also give us lectures."

"You've already prepared it?" Ron was shocked, "Then what are you talking about with us?"

"Let you have a sense of participation." Hermione stroked the hair next to her ear, "Tonight in the auditorium, don't forget to come to class, today's teacher is very mysterious."

"Mysterious?" Harry and Ron looked at each other, a little confused, but they also remembered someone.

"Why hasn't Loya come back yet?"

Hermione glanced at the two of them, didn't speak, but thought to herself.

Loya, you must come back safely.

At this time, the three of Connor also saw the promotion of the "Defense Against the Dark Arts Club" behind the newspaper.

"Are we going?" Samantha asked softly, poking the lettuce on the table quietly, "It feels very important."

"Of course we're going!" Connor clapped his fists together, "We have to protect ourselves too!"

Xi Weier nodded in agreement: "He's right."

……

After the dragon left Diagon Alley, it flew towards the distance for a while. In order to prevent wizards and Muggles from finding it, Voldemort also cast a cloud spell on it, making it always surrounded by white clouds , to avoid the risk of being witnessed.

I don't know how long it flew, passing through mountains and rivers, until dusk fell, and the fire dragon landed on a plain.

In other words, it was forced to fall.

The fire dragon lay weakly on the ground, struggling to keep its body from swaying, allowing Voldemort and the two to get off it.

"What happened to it?" Bella asked Voldemort.

"Its life force is exhausted."

Voldemort put his hands on its pale scales, but accidentally pulled them off.

This dragon was already dying, and the pain from the peeling scales made it unresponsive, only a slight gasp proving that it was still alive.

Bella was a little puzzled, "What a pity."

She also wants to fly around on it in the future.

Voldemort walked up to the dragon's red eyes, and the dragon's eyes looked at him quietly.

There was no anger or fear in those eyes, only a touch of sadness.

What is it sad about?Are you missing your family?

Voldemort thought silently, and pressed his wand against the huge forehead of the dragon.

"Dementor!"

Voldemort's consciousness entered the dragon's brain, all the way down, and finally stopped in a wilderness.

This is a world made up of the fire dragon's memory, maybe here, he can know what the fire dragon really thinks.

A group of white-scaled dragons flew in the distance, they should be the family of this fire dragon.

They are all adult dragons, and on their backs are juvenile iron bellies, holding their father or mother's neck in a naive manner, and looking around curiously.

Suddenly, an adult Iron Belly picked up the cub on its back and threw it into the air.

The panicked cub struggled desperately in mid-air, and spread its wings in a panic. An inexplicable airflow was generated under the wings, allowing it to slide to the ground without incident.

These iron bellies are teaching their children to fly.

The flying of the fire dragon cannot be achieved by flapping its wings, and it also needs the cooperation of magic, otherwise ordinary wings cannot support their weight.

Seeing that her child learned to fly so quickly, the iron-bellied mother stepped up and gave it a bump on her forehead to encourage it.

The young Iron Belly was also happily spinning around in place, and suddenly, he saw Voldemort.

"Huh?" Voldemort was taken aback, it could actually see him?

Little Iron Belly flew up unsteadily, and landed in front of Voldemort, tilting his head, looking at him suspiciously.

The iron bellies in the distance seem to be invisible, doing their own things.

They are all images in the fire dragon's memory and will not respond.

It stands to reason that this fire dragon would not notice Voldemort sneaking in quietly in his own memory, but why can he see it again?

This fire dragon is very special. Its memory and its soul seem to be divided into two parts. This memory can also be extracted and used as the soul.

There is already a young basilisk beside me, so it seems that there are more young fire dragons?

Voldemort secretly made up his mind, grabbed the back of the neck of Little Iron Belly, and left here in an instant.

Opening his eyes again, a fiery red spot appeared in Voldemort's palm.

Now that Voldemort had made up his mind, he raised his wand without hesitation.

"Animals are flying!"

Accompanied by the use of magic, there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder in the distance, and countless beasts were drawn by an inexplicable force towards Voldemort.

"Bella, use the Killing Curse!"

Bella raised her wand without hesitation, and streaks of green light shot out.

Soon, all the animals caught here by the Flying Curse died and piled up beside the fire dragon.

Voldemort walked to the fire dragon and found that it had lost its life, lying on the wilderness like a silent statue.

The red vitality overflowed from the surrounding animals, paused for a while in mid-air, and all flew towards the fire dragon.

With the red light flying into the fire dragon's body, there was a violent tremor, and a huge crack opened on the back of the fire dragon.

A juvenile iron belly with gray scales crawled out of the dragon's body.

The gray light reflected by the scales on its body is a healthy color.

Iron Belly opened his eyes and let out a childish dragon moan at Voldemort.

"hold head high--"

The body may die, but freedom never dies.

"Your name is Wings of Liberty!"