"Hermione..."

William looked at the adult Hermione in his arms and tried to find Ron, but her body slipped to the ground.

He immediately threw the magic pistol in his hand aside, lifted the void shield in front of him, trembled and knelt on the ground, hugged Hermione's body and cried.

Knowing that the corpse in his arms was only Hermione in the future world, not his sister who was still sleeping in the bedroom, but the affection that came from the blood made William cry uncontrollably.

"Silly... Fool, even without you, I could have stopped the killing curse... Why do you want to block it with your body? There are a lot of options..."

William rested his head on the shoulders of Hermione's corpse, tears pouring from his eyes, wetting Hermione's wizarding robes.

He knew that he wouldn't have been able to kill Harry and Ron so easily without Hermione's intrusion in the future.

Even if the ring on his thumb sensed the threat of the Killing Curse to the host and was activated with hindsight, there was no way he would have been able to continue shooting and killing one after killing one of Harry or Ron, as he had just done.

If one of them escapes using Phantom Transfer, the rest of his situation will not be something he can take advantage of.

A wizard hidden in the darkness who can kill him anytime, anywhere...

"Sister... I swear I won't let my future become the future you call it to be. I'm going to protect you from any harm..."

......

"Mr. William, it's 2 a.m. You won't be able to return to your bedroom until Mrs. Granger wakes up without disposing of the body immediately. ”

The icy sound of electricity resounded through the room, causing William, who was holding Hermione's body in distress, to turn around. He wiped tears from his face with his sleeve and looked up.

At this point, the power grid placed on the surrounding walls has been turned off and is no longer flashing arcing. The blood stains around the two headless corpses on the concrete floor had oxidized and were disgusting and disgusting in black under the dark gray concrete floor.

Seeing that the outermost edge of the blood stain had dried out, William suppressed the sadness in his heart, resisted the discomfort of retching, slowly put Hermione in his arms on the ground, and stood up leisurely.

But he soon collapsed in the chair behind him, squatting for long periods of time, leaving his legs uncontrolled by the loss of blood supply. It took about five minutes before he got back to his feet.

"I don't know what you're talking about destroying the wizarding world? But I'm not him... I didn't write to Dumbledore as you say, and I wasn't jealous of Hermione... Something must have gone wrong.

But you used a time-shifting device to come here and kill me, so don't blame me for killing you..."

William didn't know if Harry would become ghosts when they died, but the guilt of the first killing made him need some solace.

Dialogue with the air is also a dialogue with one's own heart.

With a sigh, William squatted down again, groping for something on Hermione's body, and in less than a short time, an ancient wand and a metallic hourglass necklace appeared in Lin Tian's hand.

"Wand... I didn't expect I, a Muggle, to have a wand..."

Hermione had shown him this wand when she had returned from Diagon Alley the other day. At that time, William was still thinking about whether to borrow it from Hermione to study it. Unexpectedly, in less than a week, he obtained a wand from the future.

It's really a trick... Now I don't have a wand, but I also have a time turner.

William placed Hermione's wand and time-turner on the workbench, and then he went back to Ron's corpse, holding back the smell of blood and the unsightly neck, and he carefully rummaged through the corpse.

Three minutes later, William walked to a corner of the secret base, armed with three wands of different shapes and two time turners, where a black safe was a sixty centimeter square.

Resisting the urge to study them, William flicked the code, opened the boxes, and carefully placed them inside.

"Next, it's time to dispose of the corpse... Since we will be enemies in the future, we can only let the two of you contribute the last value..."

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, William decided to freeze the two of them first, and when he had time to dissect them one by one, to find out what was the difference between wizards and Muggles, and why they could control the magic in this world.

As for Hermione's, William was in trouble.

Because of the blood relationship, he would not dissect her corpse in cold blood. But another voice in his head told him that Hermione was his blood relative, and if he wanted to understand why he didn't have magical talent, it was best to use her corpse for research.

"I'm a human first, and then a Muggle who wants to explore magic..."

William shook his head, swept the disgusting thoughts out of his head, and then found a cart and walked to the future Hermione's corpse......

......

At half past six in the morning, William stood in front of the door of Heathgate 8. Looking at the door he knew so well, he didn't have the courage to push it open.

"Sister... How am I going to face you..."

Compared with William, who calmly handled the corpse and the scene just now, his mind at this time was full of images of Hermione in the future and Hermione in the present.

Creak...

"Doctor, why did you come back so late today? It's half past six. Mom is about to wake up, what are you still doing standing at the door, come in! ”

Doctor is the title of the male protagonist in the British long-lived drama "Doctor Who". Because William's talent since he was a child was too perverted, he crushed Hermione both in terms of studies and hobbies.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up with him, so after watching "Doctor Who", she began to call her fellow brother Doctor.

At one o'clock in the morning, when she went to the bathroom, she found the other bed in her bedroom empty. Although she complained that William would wake her up when she returned, Hermione was still very worried about William, and woke up at five o'clock in the morning, and had been sitting in the living room waiting for him to come home.

Seeing Hermione standing in the doorway with a straight face, William finally couldn't help it and stepped forward to take this sister into his arms.

"Ah, what are you holding me for? Neurotic! ”

Hermione hurriedly wanted to push away William, who often complained about her, but William's strength was too great.

"If you don't, don't go to that magic school. I'm going to miss you so much when you're gone..."

Looking at Hermione in front of him, who had not yet shed his immature breath, William's mind was full of the future Hermione who died in his arms.

Feeling the familiar and intimate aura in his arms, William vowed in his heart that he would change Hermione's future now and keep her away from the wizarding world.