Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Olek's life is not a smooth one.

His father, who was a loyal follower of Voldemort at the time, was Griffin Greyback, known as the most terrifying werewolf.

As soon as Olek was born, he inherited the cruelty of his father. During the terrifying eleven years, even among the werewolves, Olek was known for his ferocity.

This also makes him extremely high prestige and reputation among the Death Eaters.

It is precisely because of the original murderous and murderous that after the death of Voldemort, Olek was wanted by the Ministry of Magic with a first-level wanted order all over Europe.

Over the years, unlike the days when Voldemort was in power, Olek roamed around Europe, solving his own problems by assassinating Muggles.

Such a gap made Olek's heart even more tyrannical, but the gradually stable magic world has lost its survival soil.

Even a few years ago, he fell into the trap of thirteen Aurors and escaped with only one breath left.

It was because of that time that he was taken in by a man with a Dark Mark on his shoulder.

It was a tall and thin back. In the limited memory, Amber did not see that person's face clearly.

The memory has become scattered here, perhaps because of the two changes in identity, it is the most impressive thing in Olek's heart.

Looking up from the Pensieve, Amber sat on the sofa and slowly lit a cigar.

It's not good for a ten-year-old to smoke, but for a soldier who has been engaged in assassination and anti-assassination all the year round, nicotine can effectively help thinking.

The green smoke couldn't erase the sadness in Amber's heart. Olek's memory confirmed some things, but pointed clues to new mysteries.

"But it's not without gain."

Taking a sip of the cigar, Amber's eyes became clearer as he felt the fragrant smoke filling his mouth.

Although Olek's memory is scattered, the advantage of Pensieve is that he can observe some details that the memory owner has forgotten.

In some of the previous scenes, Amber was acutely aware of objects.

An empty owl cage, a suitcase tucked under the bed, and a seemingly ordinary black robe.

These things appearing alone are of little value, but when they appear at the same time, they point to a place.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"It seems that the battle is still going on. After being passive for so long, it should make me fight back a bit."

Squeezing out the cigar in his hand, Amber stood up and walked over to the console.

There are a bunch of scattered parts on the operating table, and the surface of those cast iron parts is faintly visible with lines eroded by magic power.

This is the magic pistol that killed Olek before, and it easily killed a werewolf with a powerful life-suppressing spell.

At the same time, the tyrannical magic power also destroyed his magic pattern circuit and steel structure, making this firearm now a rotten thing that shatters at a touch.

"It's still a matter of magic output."

Looking at the spring that had been shattered into iron filings, Amber's mouth twitched hard.

Knowing the reason doesn't mean he can do it, let alone, he's going to Hogwarts soon.

"Clean up"

After disposing of the scum with the Clearing Charm, Amber turned around and took out a brand new pistol from the closet.

Putting the gun neatly into the holster under his arm, Amber turned to pick up the box and walked towards the door.

Today is the school day.

The great leader of the Magical Revolution, the true savior of the wizarding world, will officially set foot on his land.

King's Cross is always crowded in the early morning, and it's not just the 9-to-5 office workers who show up here today.

Families dressed in strange clothes appeared in groups of three or five in the waiting hall, and their undisguised strange behavior attracted frequent glances from everyone.

But under the pressure of life, not everyone is interested in the weirdness around them.

"Well... Platform nine and three-quarters, it seems that I'm still a little late."

Looking at the crowd in front of the wall, Amber stretched and didn't intend to join in the fun.

But in the eyes of others, his actions are more like hesitant to find a way.

"Oh boy, can't you find where to go?"

Amber turned his head, and a short, plump woman was looking at him with concern.

Behind this woman is a sea of ​​fiery red, and it can be seen that this family is extremely prosperous.

"I just hate crowds, thank you for your concern, Mrs Weasley."

Seeing this iconic family, Amber knows who they are.

"Child, have we met before?"

Hearing Amber calling out her identity, the fat woman and the middle-aged man beside her looked at each other.

Then the middle-aged man walked out on his own initiative, his thin face could not hide his wise eyes, and he looked at Amber with a little scrutiny.

"I don't think we've met, Mr. Weasley, but . . . obviously not?"

Amber shrugged at Arthur Weasley's question.

"What's your name, child? Why did you come to school by yourself?"

Hearing Amber's words, a look of doubt flashed in the Weasleys' eyes.

The Weasley family has an embarrassing position, and there is no sign of this child among the limited friends.

But a pure blood family descendant who is alone and knows his own family well, but has never seen it, is very suspicious.

"Amber Cadmus."

"God! You are—"

After hearing the surname, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Amber, honey, you should have told us sooner. Dumbledore is too much..."

"Molly! Leave it to me here."

Arthur Weasley stopped Mrs. Weasley sternly. He looked around vigilantly, then pulled Amber aside and turned to greet his children.

"Boys, it's time for you to go, Ronald, follow your brother."

"Hey! Dad, you can't—"

"It's not negotiable, George."

Mr. Weasley's stern words caused one of the twins to shrug:

"Okay, but I'm Fred."

Ignoring his son, Mr. Weasley grabbed Amber and walked quickly to a secluded place to the side.

The sheer force almost made Amber pull out his wand, but when he saw the undeniable concern on Mr. Weasley's face, he decided to hold back for now.

"Amber, may I call you that?"

Mr. Weasley lowered his head and said in a low voice and quickly in a tone that could not be refused:

"Amber, listen to me, time is limited, I can't tell you too much, and this place is not right."

"Sir, do you know me?"

Shaking away Mr. Weasley without a trace, grabbing the big hand on his shoulder tightly, Amber's face showed just the right amount of doubt.

"I know your parents, Amber. But this is not the time for that."

Mr. Weasley's words were as quick and powerful as a machine gun, and it was obvious that he really cared about Amber.

"Time is limited, Amber, I need you to keep two things firmly in mind."

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley lowered his head, almost to Amber's ear.

Amber could even smell the tobacco smoke coming out of Mr. Weasley's mouth.

"Listen, boy, number one, don't give anything your parents left, no matter who asks you in what way. Not even at Hogwarts."

"Second, your parents are probably not dead, they are in a wonderful environment."

With that, Mr. Weasley gripped Amber's shoulders tightly, his eyes fixed earnestly in his eyes.

"I can't say much about the rest right now. If you have time, come to the Burrow with Ronald, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Weasley pushed Amber into platform nine and three-quarters without waiting for Amber to answer or even give him a chance to sign in.

"Remember what I said, boy."

Mr. Weasley's instructions were still in his ears, even though the train had begun to move slowly, Amber still hadn't recovered from the accident just now.

Merlin testified that he really just wanted to say hello at first.

Why did things turn into this situation?

Suddenly, two elders who seemed to be digging their hearts and lungs appeared, and they didn't seem to have any selfishness.

But the strange thing is that in the previous eleven years, he had never seen these two people.

It has to be said that Amber was very concerned about what Mr. Weasley revealed.

After his parents disappeared when he was three years old, at least in the family inheritance magic, his parents were in a state of death. This is irrefutable.

Otherwise, the authority of the Cadmus Patriarch could not fall into the hands of Amber, and Amber would not be able to open the core vault of Cadmus with his own blood.

But Mr. Weasley said it with certainty, and seemed quite sure.

"Does Dumbledore know about this?"

"As Arthur Weasley, Hogwarts can't be trusted.

What role did Hogwarts play in the previous incident? "

Unconsciously tapping the back of his hand with his wand, Amber frowned slightly.

Part of the mystery has just been solved, and it is now enveloped in a denser fog.

This made Amber's clear path forward even more confusing.

"Hello, can I sit here?"

As Amber pondered, the carriage door slammed open.

Ronald and a boy with tousled black hair and old glasses came in and sat in front of Amber.

"Hey, I remember you, who are you from the wand shop."*