HP in the name of Slytherin

Sirius's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he saw that as the fire came, Snape suddenly rushed up and covered James' mouth with his quick eyes and hands.

James didn't resist and stayed there with his eyes wide open.

The firelight illuminated the faces of the five young wizards clearly. Sirius looked carefully and felt that several of them must be 15 or 6 years old at this time?

The five familiar and unfamiliar faces were all nervous in the same way, with hidden fear hidden deep in their pupils. They did not dare to move, and even their breathing seemed to have slowed down.

After a long time, the firelight turned elsewhere, and the five people maintained stiff movements. After almost a minute, they began to relax and take a deep breath.

"Huh, okay, okay," little Sirius patted his chest and comforted everyone with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore's heroic spirit is protecting us, hahaha."

What a bad joke. Snape rolled his eyes again. Remus smiled sadly, but agreed: "Yes, Professor and the others must have been here all the time."

What is...

Dumbledore's what?

Why did they become like this when they were 15 or 6 years old? Why did they talk about Dumbledore's heroic spirit? Wasn't he still alive and well at that time?

In response to Sirius' doubts, after the shock wave dispersed this time, he saw Dumbledore with gray hair and gray beard in the newly formed ripples, standing with another thin, strange old wizard. The person opposite was Sirius. I will always remember Voldemort, who was dressed in black robes and had twisted and mottled muscles on his face.

"I'm really surprised, Professor." Voldemort held the wand in his hand and smiled very strangely.

Dumbledore didn't speak. Behind him and the strange old wizard were Professor McGonagall and other Hogwarts professors... They all looked very young. Sirius also saw 14 or 5-year-old Snape in the crowd. and James.

Sirius tried to look further into the ripples, trying to see where they were, but all he could see were falling stones. After a long time of identifying them, he realized that they seemed to be giant statues made of stone, scattered and falling on the ground. , the body was broken.

Dumbledore suddenly clenched his wand with both hands: "You will never be recognized by Hogwarts, Tom!"

Voldemort's eyes flashed with scarlet light. The next second, the old wizard beside Dumbledore suddenly stabbed Dumbledore in the heart. Both of them looked shocked at the same time. The old wizard shouted "Al" and held the dagger. His hands were steady, but his eyes were clearly full of struggle and pain.

It was as if the soul and body were cut in half. The Hogwarts teachers and students behind wanted to come up, but Dumbledore smiled.

"Since you feel sorry for me, please help me." Dumbledore grabbed the old wizard with one hand and urged the wand in his hand.

The already long wand suddenly became larger and longer, becoming nearly two meters tall.

"Boom -" The end of the wand plunged into the ground, and almost at the same time, several silver light strips burst out from the bottom of the wand, or the ground.

"Take them away, Natal!" Dumbledore and the old wizard clasped their hands, almost blending into the bright light.

The black centaur rushed out from nowhere, followed by many fully armed centaur warriors. They lifted up the little wizard in front of them one by one with each hand, rushed out like a storm, and evacuated at the speed of light.

The scope of the ripples was so narrow that Sirius couldn't see where they appeared from or where they went. He could only hear Voldemort's furious roar.

"Don't even think about stopping me!" Voldemort said bitterly, but his body did not continue to move. Instead, he seemed to be entangled in a silver band of light and could not break free.

This strong light also illuminated the distance further, and Sirius found that they were standing in the vestibule of Hogwarts Castle, but the originally neat stone road was now full of potholes, and the Hogwarts Bridge further ahead was also broken, and the vestibule The door even burned with a strange black fire...

Like the flames of hell…

"Die, Tom..." Dumbledore held the old wizard's hand tightly, holding the wand tightly in his other hand.

The silvery white light belt entangled the three of them together, and there seemed to be something like black mist flowing continuously in the sky. There were five or six strands, struggling in mid-air, and then got into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort struggled desperately, his body hunched over, and seemed to be in pain, while Dumbledore's white robe was stained red by the blood pouring from his chest. His and the old wizard's faces were getting paler, but their blue eyes were full of determination. Light, it seems, will not stop casting spells until he sees Voldemort dead.

Suddenly, Voldemort smiled strangely and stood up quickly. There was no expression of pain or fear on his face, and he even smiled happily, "Hahahaha, look what you have done, my professor."

Following Voldemort's words, the white light surrounding Voldemort turned and penetrated directly into the bodies of Dumbledore and the old wizard.

Dumbledore's eyes widened and he turned his head in disbelief, seeing Professor McGonagall and the others lying on the ground lifeless.

Voldemort... seems to have transferred the magic originally directed at him to others?

His mind was shocked, and Dumbledore, who was seriously injured, could no longer hold on. The white light shattered his and the old wizard's bodies, wrapped their souls, like rolling a piece of soft silk, and kept tightening until their souls were broken into pieces. One by one, they disappeared in place.

With a smile on his lips, Voldemort raised his wand and cast a spell, blowing up the clock tower of Hogwarts to pieces. "The defensive magic has disappeared. Kill everyone inside. I want a clean Hogwarts." "

"Yes, Master." The man with long platinum hair bowed his head respectfully and agreed, picked up his wand and rushed into Hogwarts.

They were so real that they seemed to be running in front of Sirius. He vaguely remembered that the platinum-haired man was Abraxas Malfoy, the old patriarch of the Malfoy family that his sister Narcissa married...Sirius I only saw him once when Narcissa and Lucius were engaged, and then the old Malfoy died suddenly...

Sirius realized that this was different from his world.

Sirius saw two people following old Malfoy, a man and a woman, good-looking, Lucius and Narcissa with dull and hollow expressions.

"Sissi..." Sirius felt that something was wrong with Narcissa.

But soon, he saw Regulus, Bella, Alphard, his parents, and more Death Eaters among the crowd rushing into Hogwarts.

Some of their expressions are quite vivid, while others are like puppets, with frighteningly blank expressions.

Thinking of the old wizard who suddenly attacked Dumbledore, he was so close to Dumbledore and was supposed to be an ally, but he suddenly gave Dumbledore a knife.

Sirius was horrified, and then looked at the calm and composed Voldemort in front of him. Looking closely, this Voldemort was different from the one in his memory.

Why is everything he sees in front of him different from everything he remembers...