All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 94 The Sands of Time and the Man Holding the Umbrella

Harry lost control of his body again and acted horribly.

He sighed silently in his heart, wanting to stop all this, but he could do nothing but let the Dark Lord show his might.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward slowly, her footsteps digging into the ground like a small awl, her expression more severe than ever before. This was a severity he had never seen before, no matter what trouble he had gotten into before. It was as if at this moment, he had become Professor McGonagall's enemy and no longer a student protected and cared for by her.

"Harry, what the hell is going on? Why is this wand in your hand?"

"Get out of the way." The Dark Lord's eyes were extremely cold, which made Professor McGonagall feel strange, and made his partners feel strange.

An Auror fired a spell at Harry from behind.

Before the spell hit, the Dark Lord released the shield of the Iron Armor Curse to wrap himself up. The spell bounced off the shield and hit the Minister of Magic Fudge, who was immediately knocked unconscious.

"Avada Kedavra!" The Dark Lord responded mercilessly.

It was as if the shed had exploded, and what happened next was spells flying all over the sky, just like that day in the Dursleys' old house, the Killing Curse shuttled and jumped among the crowd, and wherever it passed, the crowd was like blowing. Falling down like stalks.

At this time, Harry, as a dark wizard, had already surpassed Voldemort in strength. At least in terms of his proficiency in the Death Curse, it could be said to be shocking.

When the shed was quiet again.

There were corpses all over the ground. There were officials and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, as well as professors from Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall protected Ron and Hermione, and they both survived. Sirius caught Scabbers the mouse, and he also survived.

no blood.

There is only dead silence.

The young Dark Lord stepped on the corpses of the adults and walked step by step to Sirius. He looked at the elder who was tortured into a human shape in Azkaban with cold and tired eyes, "Go on, what happened back then? "

Sirius stared at Professor Lupin's body. He pointed at it, "That man, and me, and Peter Pettigrew, and your father, we were the best of friends."

His tone was strange, as if he had no weight. Maybe Sirius felt that all of this was a dream, a fantasy he had when he was dying in Azkaban.

"Voldemort wants to get rid of you, Harry, because you are the one who was prophesied to defeat him. We didn't know that Pettigrew joined Voldemort, and he leaked your parents' hideaway. Then, they died to save you."

"In other words, my parents died because of this coward?" The Dark Lord Harry stared at the mouse Scabbers. He could feel that there was a mark on the mouse, and every Death Eater had such a mark. Harry inherited Voldemort's memories and magic, and he is the mouse's new owner.

"Reveal your true form."

At one command, Pettigrew, trembling in fear, changed from the size of a mouse to a short middle-aged wizard with wrinkled skin. He prostrated himself on the ground, sobbing in a low voice to defend himself: "Harry, Don't believe this lunatic, he's just talking nonsense... Sirius, he's the spy!"

Harry knelt down, put the Elder Wand against Pettigrew's head, and using Legilimency, he pulled a silvery filament out of the guy's head and sent it to his eyes.He flipped through Peter's memory and saw with his own eyes the scene where Peter leaked the secret to Voldemort.

"It's all because of you...my parents died because of you. I was abused at the Dursleys..." Harry's anger came and went quickly, "But what's the use of killing you?" …”

He muttered, "Unless I can change that."

In the desolate shack, the boy seemed to be suffering from hysteria. He was trembling and wandering back and forth, stepping on corpses and faces with his feet.

Hermione began to cry and Ron held her in his arms, leaving Professor McGonagall speechless. When Sirius saw the Dementors floating in the sky, he suddenly let out a weird smile and trembled with his arms.

"Change all this...Is there any way..."

Harry took out the time turner and was about to turn the hourglass when Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke.

"Wait, Harry." Minerva McGonagall, who was undergoing upheaval, looked like a woman beaten by life. "Time-Turner can't change the past. You have to use another way."

"What is it?"

Professor McGonagall spoke eloquently: "De Lin's eternal transfiguration."

Harry asked, "Why tell me, Professor?"

She smiled sadly, "Look here, Harry, you've ruined everything. If you can change the past, do it. The world won't get any worse."

"But I don't understand the magic."

"This magic is not difficult. As long as you learn the art of essential transformation and find the 'eternal object', you can completely change the history of an object." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "The 'eternal object' is in your hands. .”

Harry looked down at the time turner. The sand in the hourglass was like golden stars, emitting eternal brilliance.

"This sand?"

"Yes, the Sands of Time, a relic of the ancient Persian Empire. In 1845, the Ministry of Magic found a chest containing an ounce or so of the Sands of Time in a sunken Muggle ship in the Indian Ocean in . The Time-Turner cannot change In history, the role of the sands of time is not only to make time converters."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Don't call me Professor, Harry, go your own way."

Hermione cried intermittently, and Ron looked at Harry blankly.

Fudge, who was unconscious, woke up at this moment. He looked at the corpses on the ground and screamed.

Sirius was completely mad.

The desperation in the hut kept the dementors from approaching.

There is not a single bit of happy emotion left in these people's hearts for them to feed on.

Pettigrew tried to escape, but fear made him sob as he trudged over the corpse.

The Elder Wand was pressed against the back of his head.

Harry crushed the Time-Turner, shards of glass punctured his palm, and the Sands of Time fell on Pettigrew.

[Transformation Curse]

Harry murmured in a low voice: "You despicable person, did you ever feel the slightest bit of guilt when you betrayed your friend of many years? How do you deserve the trust of my parents? Even the Animagus is a mouse. , coward, why couldn’t you have been a mouse from birth?”

"No, no, please, Harry!"

Harry's ruthless magic and will overwhelmed Pettigrew, and the Transfiguration Charm began to take effect.

Peter's body and clothing began to distort, from color to outline, turning into a mouse bit by bit.

The sands of time seeped into Peter's body, and the effect of the transformation spell began to extend to the past.

Such a little sand of time cannot erase Pettigrew's entire life.

"Not enough!" Harry turned to look at Hermione, "Bring it here!"

Hermione's eyes were swollen from crying, and her lips were covered with clear snot. She coughed softly, took out the Time-Turner from her bosom, and threw it at Harry, hitting his forehead, cutting a shallow slit. Wound.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry hesitated before picking it up.But Hermione only showed a disgusted expression when she heard the words.

More sands of time are scattered.

Pettigrew's screams turned to squeaks.

It's starting to "rain" in the world.

The sky gradually darkened, as if covered by an airtight cover.

The heavy rain poured down, and all the pain, sadness, fear, and anger went away with it.

The survivors drenched in the rain quietly.

Harry closed his eyes peacefully, enjoying the moment of relief that had finally arrived.

His memories surged like a tidal wave.

All the details of the past life become blurred, as if separated by thick gauze curtains.

There was no tragic childhood with the Dursleys, no wonderful life at Hogwarts, no tragedy tonight.

There is no hateful face, no warm friendship, no desolate corpse.

Nothing is left. If Peter Pettigrew had never appeared and no one had informed him, the wizarding world would be very different today.

Harry would have a happy childhood under the care of his parents, instead of becoming the Boy-Who-Lived.

The lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead faded little by little.

In the end, Harry recalled the strange man at platform 9.

In such sunny weather, he neither set off nor rushed to the next journey, but just held an umbrella, as if standing in an invisible "rain".

Like a milestone, watch the ruthless erosion of history.