As the saying goes: half of the raw people are slaughtered, and the acquaintances are slammed, and you are not afraid of the pits, you are afraid of acquaintances cheating!

Professor Trelawney's so-called great-great-grandmother's heirloom is certainly not worth a thousand Galleons, and another cut may be just right...... This Borov must have lost money.

But it can't be helped, who let Trelawney have the dichotomy of divination.

When she is reliable, she can predict what will happen more than ten years later; When it's unreliable, it's an old liar through and through.

Professor Trelawney cannot be fully believed, but even less can he be completely unconvinced.

Especially when Rove crossed six months of time and space to return to Hogwarts, he could still be accurately found by her, saying that it was a pure coincidence, he didn't believe it.

The wizarding world doesn't believe in luck!!

Besides, a thousand Galleons is not a lot of money for Rove, even if it costs money to buy peace.

After taking Professor Trelawney to the university hospital and having Madam Pomfrey help her with her hangover, Rove went to the Headmaster's office again, this time without encountering any other wizards.

Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk, looked at the young man who knocked on the door, and asked softly:

"Off, it's so late, do you have anything urgent to do with me?"

Rove sat on the chair opposite the old man and said straight to the point:

"Professor Dumbledore, I do have something urgent. An hour later, Peter Pettigrew will infiltrate the Gryffindor Tower. ”

"Peter Pettigrew?" Dumbledore asked, "Is he going to attack Harry?" ”

"No, he's going to infiltrate George and Fried's dormitories." Rove explains:

"They had a map of the living spots, which showed the movements of each wizard in the school, and that was what he was looking for."

"How did you find out about this?"

Rove didn't speak, just pulled the golden timepiece from his neck, and Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said:

"You used Miss Granger's time turner, from an hour later?"

"Professor, I did use a time turner." Rove shook his head and said, "But not from an hour later." ”

The boy smiled slightly, "I'm from six months later. ”

The old man was stunned, almost thinking that he had misheard.

The portraits of the headmaster on the walls were no longer pretending to be asleep, they all opened their eyes and muttered to each other.

The red-nosed Dexter Fosco said excitedly:

"Rally, Rov, hurry up and tell me what the lottery numbers are for the Daily Prophet's annual jackpot?

I bought lottery tickets every day when I was alive, and I never won more than one Galleon. ”

"You don't think you can really win the lottery if you know the number, do you?" Rove smiled dumbly and said, "They will change the number, and in the end it is the staff who win the jackpot." ”

“……”

"Brother, did you tell me that this year's Ravenclaw Quidditch team made it to the finals?" Evra asked hurriedly.

"Ravenclaw is in the top four again, and the record is very solid."

Evra whined, "Will I be able to see Ravenclaw win the championship before Dumbledore retires?" ”

The principals of the other colleges laughed.

"It's hard!" Phineas Black, who wore monocles, said sharply:

"Hey, Scamander boy, how's that great-grandson doing? Is he dead? ”

"Not dead." Rove shook his head and said, "Sirius, though, destroyed your frame at 12 Grimmauld Place. ”

Phineas angrily scolded, "This beast! ”

Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted their nonsense, he pushed the half-moon glasses, and continued to ask:

"Rove, did I let you come in the future?"

"Yes." Rove restrained his smile and said solemnly, "I need your help." ”

"Help...... Probably not Peter Pettigrew of the Gryffindor Tower, right? ”

Dumbledore crossed his hands and said slowly:

"If you just go there and catch Peter, with your ability, you don't need my help, and you won't delay until Easter next year to use the time turner back to today."

Rove sighed at Dumbledore's thoughtfulness, and he nodded:

"In addition to the Gryffindor Tower, there is also Peter Pettigrew tonight, who is returning from Easter with Voldemort...... I came after them. ”

"So......" Dumbledore exclaimed, "They got a time turner, too?" ”

"That's right." Rolf was about to tell everything, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him.

The old man seemed to see through the young man's thoughts, and said calmly:

"Rove, I shouldn't know too much about the future. If I knew, I wouldn't be able to help but go with the flow.

The history you have experienced in the past year will also be rewritten, and you will be eaten by the power of time, you know? ”

Rove nodded, "I see!" ”

"So what do we do next?" Dumbledore asked.

Rove looked out the window, the moonlight pouring in through the gap between the narrow windows, leaving a silver spot on the young man's face, and he looked out at the Forbidden Forest Road:

"To the Forbidden Forest,

Kill Peter first,

Kill Voldemort again! ”

……

……

The night covered the mountains, and there was silence all around, and the moonlight poured down, and the shadows were extremely eerie.

Peter Pettigrew sits on a mossy rock, clasping the sole of his shoe and pulling out a large bone fragment.

"Master, I found it." Peter exclaimed excitedly:

"I stepped on your father's bones before to find the residue of him...... Your father's bones, we have them, and we don't have to go back to that cemetery. ”

Voldemort's red eyes stared at Wormtail, and he didn't know whether to praise him or punish him.

"Now that I have it, let me come back to life."

"Yes, master." Peter excitedly waved his wand and conjured a stone cauldron again.

After adding water and potions, Peter lit the cauldron and placed Voldemort in it, then threw the bone scrap into it, and whispered:

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

The potion hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned into an eerie ...... Black.

Peter lifted his cloak and tore a large piece of flesh from his chest a second time and threw it into the cauldron.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, will give your master a new life!"

Peter finally picked up the piece of Harry Potter meat that Voldemort had bitten off, squeezed out the blood, and dripped it into the cauldron.

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, may raise your enemies to life!"

The cauldron boiled, and diamond-like sparks flew outwards in all directions, turning everything around them into a black velvety color.

Suddenly, the flames on the cauldron went out, and the color of the potion turned gray-green, like mud in a swamp.

A foul smell rose from the cauldron, a mixture of urine, feces, and rotten meat, as well as corpses, abscesses, and wound festers.

The stench was so strong that it almost made Peter vomit, and he covered his mouth and quickly stepped back.

Suddenly, Peter heard a sobbing coming from inside the cauldron, followed by a terrible scream of pain, like a crying baby after being whipped so badly.

"Master, are you alright?" Peter, who had retreated behind a large tree, asked worriedly, "Is this a normal part of the resurrection?" ”

The creepy cry suddenly stopped, and Peter was about to walk over to check the cauldron......

Boom!

……

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(End of chapter)