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Draco Malfoy felt that his life had never been so bad.

His father, whom he has always regarded as a hero, was imprisoned in Azkaban, a group of lunatics lived in his house, his mother groveled every day, and the dark devil who could not even mention his name gave him a fundamental Mission impossible.

How he, a 16-year-old student, was going to murder arguably the greatest wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Draco was fully awake.It was no honor or credit that the Dark Lord gave him this task, it was just a punishment, a punishment imposed on his family.

He doubted more and more whether the ugly, inhuman thing in his house was really the same man in the records who gave a public speech at the Ministry of Magic, at least back then, he was still a personable and charismatic leader .

Rumor has it that he became what he is today due to his research into the dark arts.Not just a physical change, but a spiritual change.However, his magic power also became stronger, so that no one dared to resist.

Malfoy couldn't complain to anyone.Who can he trust?Mother?Professor Snape?Goyle and Clark?

He could only confide all this to the hole of a crooked-neck tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

There was a ghost in the Crooked Neck Tree, and Malfoy jumped when she first appeared.But soon, the ghost became his only confidant.

The ghost has no reason to tell, she cannot be threatened or bribed.And the one who appeared in front of him was low-key and silent. Most of the time, she just listened silently without making any comments.

"I can't do it," he said once, almost breaking down. "You-Know-Who just wants me to die."

The ghost silently landed beside him. This was the first time they had been so close, and although her touch was cold and lifeless, Malfoy still felt a kind of comfort.

"Thank you," he said.

"Everything will be fine," she said, her words dry as if she could find no words of comfort. "Perhaps you can go to Headmaster Dumbledore for help."

"No!" Malfoy reacted strongly, "Never look for him!"

He calmed down: "He will never forgive me, absolutely not. If I take refuge in him, what will happen to my mother? The mysterious man will not let him go." He changed the subject: "When you were alive, you were How is it?"

"I don't remember very clearly." Ghost shook his head, "I don't remember any mysterious people... I had many friends, but they all left here soon, and I never saw them again."

She sat down, put her chin on her knees, and looked into the distance: "I read a lot of books, in order to forget the things when I was alive, because I think it is very painful for the dead to remember those things. But now I I regret it, even if I remember a little more." She said melancholy: "I always feel that I am missing something."

Then she looked sideways at Malfoy: "It's okay, everything will be fine, at least you're still alive."

It was the longest thing Malfoy had heard her say in a long time.Although the ghost's envoy didn't help him in any real way, Malfoy still felt better.

Nora can appear in the Hogwarts auditorium three days after she came to this world, it can be described as extremely difficult.

The Floo powder access to Hogwarts was tightly controlled, and Nora could not enter Hogwarts directly from the apartment.

She found that the entire wizarding world had fallen into an atmosphere of turmoil. Diagon Alley was covered with wanted posters of Death Eaters, only a pile of ruins remained in Ollivander's wand shop, and many other shops were also closed. .

People are in groups, hurrying, with vigilant expressions, stopping from time to time to look around.It made Nora, who was alone, feel uneasy.

Things were much worse than the last time she was here.It looks like the Death Eaters have broken out in droves, and the Battle of the Ministry Prophecy Ball is over.

But there was another bustling shop, a joke shop, with a prominent yellow lettering on a purple poster at the door:

Why worry about You-Know-Who?

what you should worry about is

Constipation Ren——

Holds the constipation sensation of the whole country!

Nora couldn't help laughing.

No matter how bad the situation is, joy always wins over sorrow, and love always wins over hate.

She held a ring in her pocket, and there was a crack in the black gemstone that could no longer be repaired.She's already destroyed two Horcruxes, but history continues at its usual pace, and it looks like her efforts are doing nothing to change the future.

The pet shop was also closed, so Nora walked into the Weasley joke shop after thinking twice.

The owner is a pair of tall red-haired twins who seem to be full of energy and understanding.They're introducing something called Nosebleed Nougat.

When she was in school, she didn't have such endless tricks.thought Nora.She squeezed from the crowd to Brother Weasley: "Excuse me, please?"

The twins Qiqi looked back at her: "Do we know you, Miss?"

"I don't know, but I have something very important." Then she rudely pulled them aside and made a request to borrow the owl.

"To Dumbledore?" the twins said in unison, and they glanced at each other.

"I'll write it right in front of you," Nora said.

In the end, Nora sat in their loft, writing letters on parchment.

Dear Professor Dumbledore:

haven't seen you for a long time.

I'm Nora Gray, a former student of yours, Gryffindor, Year [-], who has been taking your Transfiguration lessons.I hope you remember me, because it's been quite a while since I was a student at Hogwarts.Perhaps in your cognition, I have passed away.

In short, do not be surprised to see me reappear, for I myself am more surprised than you.It was just a blink of an eye for me, and then I appeared in a strange place.The Daily Prophet told me it was 1996, and I distinctly remember being from 1942.

It took me a while to get used to this fact.This is indeed a ridiculous story.I can't think of anyone who would take my word for it but you.Besides Hogwarts, I can't think of any other place that could take me.Now everyone looks terrified, there is a guy named "Voldemort" leading a group of "Death Eaters" to wreak havoc.I wish I could stay at Hogwarts, even if I'm happy working in the kitchen with the house-elves.

I'll be staying at the Weasley joke shop and hope to see you.

Yours faithfully Nora Gray

Nora finished the letter and handed it to the Weasley brothers without hesitation.

"You said you were from 1942?" said the one on the left.

The one on the right said: "That sounds ridiculous."

"But it's not impossible!" one of them said happily. "Tell me about how you came from the past to the present."

"No comment," Nora said. "It's probably like a nap, if you really say it."

"Boring answer. But, well, we'll post it for you," said the one on the left.

"But we never take in others for nothing."

"Hey, I'm just a student from 50 years ago, a Gryffindor just like you," said Nora, "Do you really trust me to walk on the street alone? I may be killed by Death Eaters at any time." catch."

"Wow, she dared to say that name."

"Well, let's just trust her, what do you say, George."

"Weasleys don't take people who live on nothing."

"So Miss Nora Gray has to work."

Miss Nora Gray, who watched them perform a whole stand-up stand-up, had to become a temporary worker in the store.

Working in a joke store is not an easy job, because customers are happy to take the staff to test the product effect.In just one morning, Nora stepped on three dung eggs, was hit by a binoculars twice, her hair was stuck with glue, and her robe was stained with the blood of a customer who accidentally ate nosebleed nougat.

Another clerk was much more experienced than her. She stopped the nosebleed with a wave of her magic wand, and at the same time stopped a customer from throwing fireworks on the ground, and then shouted: "Please don't put the pygmy puff in your pocket!"

Fortunately, this miserable life didn't last long, because Dumbledore came soon, and Nora was a little flattered that he came in person.It's not even lunch time yet.

"Oh, Nora, it's really you," said the wizard in the half-moon glasses. "You don't look changed at all."

"Long time no see, Professor—hey, put those things down and don't throw them around!" Nora yelled hoarsely.

"It's a monster," said Brother Weasley, patting his chest. "You'll scare the guests away."

"Can I take the lady with me?" asked Dumbledore.

"I'll go with you now." Nora felt relieved at last, and took Dumbledore's outstretched arm, "Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me."

She then sat down in Dumbledore's office and briefly explained the situation.

"Yes, I appeared here out of nowhere... I suspect it's something like a time converter. Excuse me, is the current Nora Gray still alive? Should I avoid meeting her?"

Nora tried to sound ignorant and innocent, but she thought she sounded fake.

"Don't worry," said Dumbledore, "you are thought to have died, in 1943."

Nora Gray had a truly ill-fated life, and would die early in all three worlds.Nora thought so.

"In 1943, when you were in the sixth grade, you secretly used a dangerous magic at school," said Dumbledore. "That incident was serious, and you paid with your life."

A dangerous magic.

Once again, the two worlds overlap.

"I'm glad to see you here safe and sound," said Dumbledore. "It may have been a magic trick of time, because we didn't find your body then."

"Thank you, Professor," said Nora reluctantly.

Dumbledore always looked so unfathomable that she tried to avoid eye contact with him.

She felt guilty because she was carrying a Horcrux right now.

Riddle's diary was still in her arms.

Shall we destroy it now?Nora hesitated for a moment, but decided to take it easy.

The author has something to say: Dumbledore once again angered his sense of existence.By the way, help Grindelwald, who has never been online, to gain a sense of presence.