Zhou Zhou watched in surprise as Professor McGonagall's incarnated tabby cat disappeared in front of his eyes, it was not a snap disappearing like a shapeshifter, but gradually becoming transparent, as if the cat itself was not aware of its own changes.

"What's wrong?" Merope looked at Zhou Zhou with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you see a tabby cat just now?" Zhou Zhou saw that they looked uncertain, and hurriedly explained.

"Nope." Merope opened her eyes curiously.

Zhou Zhou had no choice but to look at the shaman, hoping that she would testify for him: "Did you see Professor McGonagall's changed cat?" ”

"What are you talking about?"

To Zhou Zhou's great surprise, the shaman also looked at him with an expression that you were very inexplicable.

Zhou Zhou let out a long sigh, his mind was racing rapidly, and he thought of a possibility, and asked, "Shaman, do you know Professor McGonagall?" “

The shaman rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "What the hell are you talking about?" Never heard of this person, is she famous? ”

After getting the expected answer, Zhou Zhou suddenly understood everything, and the future Death Eaters understood the meaning of that space-time gate, and went back to the past to kill Professor McGonagall who was still a child, so that all the memories related to Professor McGonagall were cleansed, and even the memories of the shaman, a person from other worlds, were changed.

The Harry Potter movies and novels she saw should no longer have Professor McGonagall's role.

The world of cinema has influenced the Overworld!

But why does he still remember McGonagall?

Zhou Zhou guessed that it might be related to the Dafa of karma.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Zhou Zhou had not reacted, the shaman spoke up.

"Oh, it's fine." Zhou Zhou came back to his senses and said, "You just said that you were hiding in China?" I have a better place to go. ”

"Where are you going?" The shaman chose another wand made of Higashi Aoki and Phoenix Feather Core, and with the two wands already chosen, she already had three wands.

"Go and meet the Death Eaters." Zhou Zhoudao.

"Aren't you leaving England?"

"I always felt like Aberforth they would still find us. After all, anything can happen in the wizarding world. And she still has 9 months to give birth to a child, and it will be inconvenient to move when her belly is big, so instead of running around, it is better to find a backer. ”

"They're not going to kill us."

"Voldemort wouldn't hurt his mother."

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Thousands of miles away, on a small cold island somewhere in the North Sea.

The island was grey and desolate, with bare stones on all sides, not a single tree, not a single animal chirping, and it seemed that even the fish did not want to come near it.

An eerie atmosphere enveloped the island.

In the middle of the island is a castle-like prison, around which countless schools of Dementor fish swim.

These Dementors suck the joy and happiness out of the prisoners, making the prisoners relive their most unfortunate moments over and over again.

This is Azkaban, the Wizard's Prison.

Werewolf Fenrir Greyback reflected on his failed life, watching the Dark Lord defeat Dumbledore and take over Hogwarts, and the werewolves would no longer have to hide in the shadows, but he returned to sixty-one years ago when he was trapped in Azkaban.

Azkaban was almost his second home, having been imprisoned here many times, and after escaping the last time he bit the guard's son, Lupin.

Lupin, that little cub of the Order of the Phoenix.

He must have also experienced the pain of our people, why can humans eat sheep and cows, but his people can't eat people openly.

He shivered with anger at the thought of this, and the heat from his trembling muscles made him feel so cold anymore.

As Fenrir huddled alone in his cell, shivering, two men suddenly appeared in the hallway of the prison.

Fenrir got up in surprise, threw himself on the edge of the fence, and said excitedly, "Lord Dark Lord! You're here to save me! I knew it, I knew you wouldn't forget my ......"

Fenrir's expression of surprise froze as Voldemort walked right in front of him and gave him no handout, only Snape's indifferent condescending glance.

"Adult ——————!?"

The Dark Lord Lord Voldemort stopped in front of another cell, and in the depths of the cell curled up another werewolf, Fenrir sixty-one years ago.

The Dark Lord reached into the fence, and the tip of the wand lit up with a warm white light, illuminating the entire cell, illuminating the shivering prisoners in the cell.

The prisoner's face was covered with fine hair, and his eyebrows had grown into a line, and he was indeed the werewolf Fenrir.

The Fenrir who didn't know Voldemort yet.

"Avada suo." Voldemort shouted.

A green glow shot at Fenrir, and the werewolf Fenrir stopped trembling.

His death has a ripple effect, and in 50 years the father of the wizard Lupin will not meet Fenrir, and the werewolf Fenrir will not break into the bedroom through a window and bite little Lupin of eleven.

Honest Lupin won't be in a league with the mischievous James Potter and Sirius when he enters Hogwarts.

He became a prefect and was at odds with James Potter, who always broke the school rules.

Fate took a turn and he did not become a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

Nor will they follow Aberforth on this expedition.

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Pig/Head Bar Interior.

Aberforth poured a glass of butterbeer in one gulp and burped.

He looked silently at the vacant seat in front of him, and he knew that there was supposed to be a person sitting there.

Remus Lupin

Now he's gone, just like McGonagall, and no one else realizes that their history has been tampered with and erased. Only he, the old man who cast a spell to open the door of time, remembered their deeds.

Although his comrades died or left, Aberforth was not angry, and too many of his comrades died in the battle with the Death Eaters.

This is not the first time he has seen his companions, friends, and loved ones die.

He was numb.

He just despaired and felt that everything was irretrievable.

He poured in another glass of butterbeer.

A sudden anger welled up.

——————Why do we keep losing?

Are they not just? Isn't Albus inferior to Voldemort?

He had a vague answer in his mind, an answer he didn't want to admit.

It was Albus Dumbledore who murdered Minerva McGonagall, and it was they who buried their comrades together.

—————— because we didn't do our best.

—————— we dare not use the Unforgivable Spell, we dare not use black magic.

——————— we were always afraid that if we used the Dark Arts, we would become as bad as Voldemort.

Can you win with such magic?

To win, Aberforth told himself with certainty in his heart that Voldemort was no more knowledgeable than his brother, and that Albus knew all his dark magic, including the Soul Splitting Spell and Horcrux manufacturing, but Albus never used it.

Now, he wants to untie this shackle and defeat Voldemort completely and dignified.