The first time he came to the Department of Mysteries, Egger's first impression was mysterious and quiet.

Unlike the noisy scene of people coming and going in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, this black corridor seemed to be unusually deserted, and even the sound of feet on the ground echoed.

However, Iger was not surprised, in the original book, the Department of Mysteries was smashed by Harry's group of people, and this group of silent people did not react much, as if these things didn't matter to them.

A door opened in front of him, and a black figure stepped out of the room.

"You're here?" Egger's familiar voice came from under the black robe, John Tito, who had handed the time-turner to Egger.

Egger nodded slightly: "I'm here." ”

John nodded slightly, and was about to say something when he saw Egg's mouth open.

"I shouldn't have come..."

John: "??? ”

Iger continued to mumble to himself, "But I'm here anyway." ”

John looked at Egger blankly, not knowing what Egger was talking about.

I'm afraid this person doesn't have some mental illness, right?

Do you want to kick him out or not?

"If I'm going to use a time turner, I'll report to you." Eggpi snapped twice, and hurriedly explained his intentions.

"Well—" John nodded, silent.

"What are the formalities?" Egger asked, looking at John.

"No, I don't." John's voice was flat.

The corners of Egg's mouth twitched, are you so perfunctory about such a serious matter as time travel?

Just say hello?

But more is better than less, since the other party is so easy to talk, Egger doesn't bother to make trouble for himself again.

Taking out the time turner in John's calm gaze, Egger quickly rotated the outermost circle of the time turner, and then Egger gently stopped the movement of his hand, and the surrounding scene began to recede rapidly.

Figures sped past Egger as if a movie was moving backwards, and after a while, the scene around Iger gradually stopped, and the surrounding area became empty corridors again.

With a click, the door of an office room in front of him opened, and a black-hooded figure looked at Egger with his arms folded.

"Iger Morissus?"

It was still John's voice, but it sounded much younger.

"It's me." Iger nodded.

"What year?" John raised his head slightly.

"Fourteen years later..."

Iger was thirteen years old, but he had a Christmas birthday, a few months older than Harry, so the date was fourteen years ago.

John nodded slightly, and turned back into his office, seemingly uninterested in Egger's intentions.

Iger shrugged, and didn't bother to pay any more attention to this weirdo, since you didn't ask, then I won't say it.

Taking out the cloak and draping it over his body, Iger turned and left the Department of Mysteries.

Thirteen years ago, the halls of the Ministry of Magic were still so bustling, but the difference was that the people of the Ministry of Magic in this era seemed to have an extra layer of gloom in their hearts.

Egg can probably understand the current state of mind, this is when Voldemort is in power, the wizarding world is rampant with Death Eaters, and no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

Quietly leaving the hall, Iger found Big Ben and checked the time, he had been picked up by Old Lady Hull on Christmas night, and Iger had come at noon on December 24.

Removing the invisibility cloak on his body, the cloak on his body obediently put the hood on Egger's head, Egger went all the way to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, ordered a glass of flame whiskey and drank quietly in the corner.

At this time, old Tom had not yet become the kind of hunched back with his teeth, and Egg looked at old Tom with interest, and he didn't know what he would experience in the next ten years...

There was a rumbling sound behind the storage room, and Egg heard Hagrid's voice, Hagrid's gruff voice laughing, as if he was talking to someone.

Egger sat up straight and looked in the direction of the storage room, a tall figure walked out of Diagon Alley, Hagrid's face didn't seem to change much, Egger thought that this might be the reason for the longevity of the giants.

I don't want to know, I want to be scared, on weekdays, Egger only thinks that he and Hagrid have a good relationship, the two of them are friends, think about it carefully, is Hagrid in his sixties?

Voldemort pursued immortality all his life, and in the end he only lived in his early seventies...

And Hagrid is still in his sixties and still the same as when he was thirty or forty...

Look at Dumbledore, one mouth is: I don't think I can live long, I think I'm dying, but I'm still alive at the age of one hundred and twenty, diabetes and high blood pressure people don't have anything...

Look at Voldemort again, shouting every day that I want to live forever, but in his early seventies, his hair was braided, and his hair fell out.

Comparisons are odious...

Hagrid emerged from behind the bar, followed by two figures that made Egg's breath falter.

These two men, Iger had only seen in Harry's photo album.

Jaime and Lily, the two of them seem to be in good spirits, Lily's stomach is slightly pregnant, it seems that little Harry should be in the stomach now...

Egg grinned, and Harley really looked exactly like Lily...

And Harry... It's similar to James, except for those eyes, the rest is really a copy of James...

Learning dad is like a father, learning mom is like a mother, what a good baby.

At this time, Jaime seemed to be arguing with Lily about something, and the two of them were arguing fiercely but without the slightest smell of gunpowder.

Listening carefully, Iger noticed that the two were discussing what the child's name should be.

This damn dog food smells...

Hag watched the two argue, and the three of them walked past Egger all the way without making a wave.

Not long after the three of them left, the stone door of the storage room rumbled open again, and a depressed figure stumbled out of the storage room, and the person who came sat down beside Egger with a body full of alcohol.

The corners of Egger's mouth twitched, what was going on today? How do you just run into some old acquaintances?

This isn't Severus Troll Snape...

"Good afternoon, Mr. Snape, something to drink." Old Tom greeted Snape happily.

Snape's eyes were blurred, and he casually pointed at the wine rack behind Old Tom, who hurriedly handed over a bottle of wine, and Snape casually picked up the bottle and gulped it down.

Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and lay quietly beside the bar.

Iger looked at him slightly, it was the first time he had seen Snape drink like this in all his time.

Although this was only fourteen years ago, Snape...

Snape looked a little younger and fairer than he had been fourteen years later, and Iger felt that if Snape cleaned up his greasy hair, he would be a cold and handsome man, but unfortunately he seemed to have a soft hairstyle...

"Ahem..."

Iger pinched his throat and quietly changed his voice, then reached out and patted Snape on the shoulder: "Dude, look away, there is nothing in this world that cannot be passed, let everything that cannot be passed..."

"Get out!" Snape impatiently slapped Egger's hand away and took another sip of wine.

Behind the bar, Old Tom winked frantically at Egger, motioning for him not to mess with Snape.

Iger looked at Old Tom's silent mouth and grinned, and the shape of his mouth was clear: Death Eater.

Iger grinned and muttered softly, "What a grudge... Your girlfriend is married, but the groom is not you? ”

Snape's body stiffened, and he turned his head to stare at Egg, "What did you say?" ”

Agra pulled her hood and said in a playful voice: "Huh? What did I just say? ”

"You—" Snape suddenly frowned, and stood up with a look of rage, as if he wanted to cast an unforgivable spell on Egger.

In the next second, Egger's figure disappeared in place with a snap.

Snape: "......"

"It's weird... Our store is supposed to have a Phantom Shifter ban..."Old Tom looked at Egger in confusion as he looked at where Egg had disappeared.

Snape was stunned, and sat down with a gloomy face.

If you have a ban and can change shape, then it's not something you can mess with...

Although Snape had his back to Voldemort's mountain at this time, he was still relatively conscious.

If there can be one Voldemort in the world, there will not be the next one, and there will never be a shortage of amazing people in this world.

Snape was sober, and Voldemort's triumph didn't overwhelm him, even when he was drunk...

Slytherin has no shortage of cowards...

Leaving the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Egger strolled through the streets of London, watching the midwinter London sky gradually darken, and Egger's heart was slightly raised.

Turning into a secluded alley, the black wings behind Egger slowly opened, leading him into the black night sky.

In the dark sky, Egger's eyes scanned the street below, trying to find Aberforth's traces, and soon, an old man with a gray beard appeared in Egger's field of vision.

Aberforth at this time did not look much different from fourteen years later, after all, the difference between ten and twenty years old seemed very big, but the difference between a hundred years old and one hundred and ten years old was really not obvious.

His eyes fell on Aberforth's body, and Egger noticed that the old man seemed to be tracking someone, and he landed not far behind Aberforth, and Iger put on an invisibility cloak and tiptoed behind the old man.

As Aberforth's eyes flickered, Egg noticed a small room in the alley.

The lights in the room flickered, and the two figures flickered back and forth from time to time, looking at the projection, it should be a man and a woman.

Egg narrowed his eyes and leaned lightly against the window of the room, quietly listening to the sounds in the room.

The conversation between the two men was brief, and there didn't seem to be much to say, nothing more than a few questions about the preparation of the ceremony, and then there was no more sound, except for two occasional suppressed sobs, and then the oppressive silence of the room was restored.

Glancing around, Iger noticed a delicate little sect hanging next to the door of the hut, and on the door number was a line of beautiful letters: Jackson...

Is there anyone with the surname Jackson in the UK?

Iger was stunned, and he didn't know if this was his real surname.

Leaning against the door in a bit of a daze, Egg suddenly didn't know what kind of mentality he should have to face what was about to happen, and Dumbledore told himself that he should come and see it for himself, not knowing what his intentions were.

Seeing isn't necessarily believing, but hasn't Dumbledore ever seen it with his own eyes...

What does he know?

Egg pursed his lips, and suddenly felt a desperate urge to flee from here.

In the distance, Aberforth was still staring in the direction of this side, and there seemed to be a hint of urgency and longing in his eyes.

Iger knew what was on his mind, but it seemed like his wish was doomed.

Seeing that the night was coming, there was a faint cry of a baby in the house, and the female voice before suddenly began to coax the child with concern, humming an unknown song softly.

"The ritual is about to begin—" came the man's voice, which didn't seem so clear under the sound insulation of the walls.

A gust of wind blew the door open, and Egger seized the opportunity to float into the house, and soon, a man walked to the door and closed the door, blocking the cold wind and snow howling outside the house.

Egg began to observe the couple closely.

In the room, a pale woman was holding a sleeping baby boy with a doting face, humming a lullaby softly in her voice.

The woman's face was very soft, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, but she couldn't hide the tiredness in her eyes.

Turning his head to look at the man on the side, the man's face also looked very handsome, Egger felt that the man in front of him was about six points similar to himself, but compared to this man, the lines on Egger's face were a little softer, and there were some girls in comparison.

His eyes fell on the baby in the arms of the woman in the room, and Iger felt his heart pounding more and more intensely.

It turns out that I was not born at Christmas...

It's strange that Egger was still thinking about this at this time...

Turning his head to look at the room, Egg's heart suddenly sank, the whole room had been cleaned up by the two of them, and on the ground in the middle of the room was a slightly rudimentary magic circle, and in the center of the circle was a pitch-black pentagram.

Soon, the woman placed the child in her arms gently in the center of the altar, and a man and a woman knelt gently on either side of the altar, clasped their hands together, and began to chant and pray.

It was a strange and obscure ancient language, and the strange voice slowly passed from the mouths of the two of them to the surroundings, and the air around them gradually began to become viscous with the inexplicable prayers of the two people...

Soon, the pentagram in the center of the altar began to shine gradually, and the baby in the pentagram also held his little hand and looked around curiously.

The chanting of the two became more and more high-pitched and pleasant, and a trace of inexplicable fluctuations began to gradually emanate from the pentagram in the center of the altar.

In the next second, the two of them gently took out a dagger from their arms and stabbed it fiercely into their chest!

Poof.

Unexpectedly, it was a very rapid movement, but the sound was inaudible.

Blood splattered in the chest cavity of the young couple, and as soon as the bright red blood fell on the altar, it quickly began to condense towards the center of the altar, gradually wrapping around the baby's swaddling clothes in the center of the altar, forming a round and thick cocoon...