By the time the Dark Moon dissipated, Dracula had already appeared in the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries.

He looked up, and sure enough, he saw a figure in a gorgeous red cloak, leaning against the arch with his chest crossed, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all.

"So you knew I was going to go into this arch without being persuaded?"

Dracula felt a little amused, walked to the other side of the arch, and did the same reclining motion against the door.

"Of course, that's what I did." The hooded man laughed, and the laughter seemed pleasant.

"Heh, so as Nicol said, there is only one timeline in this world, and the power of time will automatically patch up the changes in between, right?" Dracula asked, "I don't quite understand, how did this complete time loop come about?"

"What you should think of, the past can be changed through time magic, otherwise the existence of time energy is meaningless." The hooded man said, "As for this time loop, it's naturally the result of time patching—"

He turned from the other side of the arch and walked to Dracula's side, "Since I can go back to this point in time from the future, I am sure that the timeline will complete itself, and the rest will not be so entangled......

"Okay, then I'll not ask about that." Dracula said, "But I want to know, what force did you use to pull me back from the other side in the end? The so-called 'Grim Reaper, he seemed surprised.'"

"You'll know when you should know, and saying it now will only cost you the surprise that comes the day ahead." The hooded man laughed.

「…… After talking about it for a long time, it's the same as not saying it." The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched.

"You may sound unhappy, but I find it funny." The hooded man said happily, "I can see why Dumbledore always likes to talk secretly, it's really funny to talk like that......

"You can shut up......" Dracula said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, both men turned their heads at the same time to look at the door of the death hall where they were.

They all sensed that several silent men were walking towards it, and they were already standing in the rotunda with twelve portals.

"Alright, it's time for me to go back." The hooded man chuckled softly and said, "You don't need to be upset...... Think about how depressed you are at this time, and how happy you will be when you go back to the past!"

With that, he snapped his fingers slightly.

"By the way," he said as if he suddenly remembered something before leaving, "There's no need to think about what happened today, just enjoy your life as a professor for the next year."

"There's a lot of fun going on inside Hogwarts Castle!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the hooded man suddenly disappeared into the hall of death, as if it had never appeared.

Dracula stared at where he had disappeared for a moment, then laughed and snapped his fingers as well.

The Dark Moon crept into the background.

Before the Silent Man entered the Hall of Death, Dracula's figure returned to Hogwarts Castle in the cold moonlight, and sat down on the sofa in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office again......

….

Although it was only a short day, Dracula's harvest was unexpectedly large.

Needless to say about the characterization of Peter Pedirul's crimes, the restoration of Sirius Blake's reputation, and most importantly, the realization that the world is not as small and uninteresting as he once thought.

Different worlds beyond sight, there are more fun waiting for him to explore.

Dracula lowered his head and looked at the wisp of dark gray in the crimson magic beating in his palms, his eyes full of interest.

If what the so-called "Grim Reaper" said is right, then some of the questions that used to be answered have also been answered-

Why do so many different kinds of dark energy, such as Silence, Horcruxes, and the magic of the Bloodline, have the same nature?

Probably just because of ...... The power of darkness comes from the world behind the arch, so it is possible to seek the help of death and borrow the purest power of death.

In this way, some things that were not understood at the beginning also make sense.

The despicable Helmo was sealed in the secret realm of Mount Olympus for thousands of years, and was killed countless times by Andros, but his power never faded, but gradually forced Andros to gamble on the faith and future of the Greek wizarding world to be able to suppress it.

Helmo must have borrowed the power of death.

So, how can you connect to the world behind the arch and borrow the power of death without going to the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries?

Dracula rummaged thoughtfully through his pockets for a moment and pulled out a locket.

This is the Slytherin's locket from more than a thousand years ago, which Voldemort later made into a Horcrux, which was taken out by Regulus at the cost of his life, and finally fell into the hands of Dracula.

He stared silently at the locket in his hand, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

To create a Horcrux, you need to rely on killing to split the soul.

And in the process of killing and splitting souls, it is clear that a dead soul will also be sent to the world of the dead.

This is the closest living dark wizard is to the world of death, except before they are completely gone.

And after their unexpected death, even if they can rely on Horcruxes to turn into remnants to survive, the world of death will still open its doors to them...... This is the best time to borrow the power of the Grim Reaper.

It is conceivable that Helbo borrowed the power of death from the god of death several times and three times, so that instead of weakening himself in countless deaths, he gradually overwhelmed Andros.

Thinking of this, Dracula frowned slightly.

If this inference is true...... Then it is very likely that Voldemort will regain his strength sooner than he imagined.

……

On the last day of term, Hogwarts announced the exam results.

Hermione had achieved excellent results in all twelve classes, and Harry and Ron were lucky enough to pass each one.

Harry didn't expect him to pass the Potions exam, he couldn't believe that Snape would pass him, and even suspected that Dumbledore had intervened to prevent Snape from getting along with him.

For the last few weeks, he didn't know what was going on, and Snape's attitude towards Harry was rather frightening.

….

Of course, Harry couldn't have imagined that because of Sirius and Peter, the deep wound in Snape's heart was once again stinged. Every time Snape saw Harry, and especially his eyes, he felt a burst of guilt and pain.

For this reason, every time Snape met Harry, a muscle around his thin lips writhed unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers as if he wanted to choke Harry's throat.

It was to protect the child that Lily would be sacrificed at Voldemort's hands.

Snape thought so, but he didn't tell anyone.

Percy, as the president of the student council, also lived up to expectations and passed the Advanced Wizard Rank Exam(s); Fifth-year Fred and George each barely managed to put together a handful of ordinary wizard level exams (0.. ls) certificate.

This year, Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts results, led by the Dueling Club and facilitated by the Devil's Training, managed to hit a thirty-year high, much to the surprise of many other schools of witchcraft and wizardry who were waiting to see the joke.

Meanwhile, the Gryffindor Quidditch team rightfully won this year's Quidditch tournament with Harry's excellent form and the top-of-the-line hardware of the Firebolt!

Captain Wood, who was about to graduate, was overjoyed and invited all the team members to Hogsmeade for a big meal.

Because of the large number of bonus points in the Quidditch Cup, Gryffindor House also won the House Cup as a matter of course. This meant that the final party was decorated in red and gold, and it also meant that the tables in Gryffindor House were extra lively as everyone celebrated.

The next day, the students, who had been partying all night, got out of bed in a daze, carried their luggage from the north gate of the castle to the Thestrals, and then drove them to Hogsmeade Station.

As the Hogwarts Express left the station, Harry and Ron were staring at Hermione with wide stunned eyes.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast." Hermione said, "I've decided not to take Muggle studies and divination."

"Forget about divination, but your Muggle Studies exam score is a perfect score!" Ron said in surprise.

"I know," Hermione said with a sigh, "but I can't stand it next year like this year. You don't know what I've been through, and I'm going to go crazy if I continue like this."

Of course, there was another reason why she didn't tell the two friends -

The Ministry of Magic suddenly recycled all the time turners.

Professor McGonagall explained to her that the Ministry of Magic had somehow lost a time-turner, and that the staff there couldn't figure out when it had been lost.

For the sake of careful consideration, they decided to take back the time turner that was given to the students to prevent unknown accidents.

Hermione thought it would be fine, at least she could have a normal class schedule.

She turned back to Harry, who was watching as Hogwarts Castle was obscured by a mountain.

He was a little sad that it would be two months before he saw Hogwarts again......

"Harry, why don't you seem to be happy?" Hermione asked, "Aren't you going to live with your godfather?"

….

"Don't mention it," Harry said gloomily, "Dumbledore said that Sirius's wanted warrant for the Ministry of Magic had been lifted, but the Ministry had already informed the Muggles. The wanted warrants over there are not easy to handle......

"But Sirius can wear a mask, or just ask Fred and George for magic items." Ron said, "As long as you don't actively expose yourself, right?"

"That's what I thought, too." Harry sighed, "But Dumbledore said he didn't agree with anything, and I don't know what he thought."

"Oh, rejoice, Harry!" Hermione said sympathetically.

"I'm fine," Harry said dryly, "all these years have passed anyway."

"By the way, Sirius has a wanted warrant, but we don't have one!" Ron said happily, "Harry, you must come and stay with us on vacation. I'll say yes to my parents, and then I'll type out and give it to you. Now I know how to get rid of it......

"It's a call, Ron," Hermione corrected, "Seriously, you should be a Muggle study next year......

Ron rolled his eyes and ignored her.

"There's a Quidditch World Cup this summer! How's it going, Harry?" He happily asked, "Come and stay at my house, let's go watch the game together!" Dad always gets a ticket from the unit."

The suggestion made Harry happy again.

"Yes! I bet the Dursleys would be happy to let me go...... Especially after I did that to Aunt Maggie!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a pen and paper, "I think I can also ask Sirius if they want to be together, there are no Muggles in the Quidditch World Cup, right?"

When the train arrived, Harry saw Uncle Vernon and Aunt Peggy outside the station.

Uncle Vernon and the others were standing quite far away from Mr. and Mrs. Wesley, and from time to time they looked at them suspiciously, feeling that their clothes were a little out of place compared to the others.

When Mrs. Weasley welcomed Harry, Aunt Vernon's suspicions seemed confirmed.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled loudly behind Harry.

Harry nodded to Ron, turned around to say goodbye to Hermione, and walked over to Uncle Vernon with the box and Hedwig's cage.

Uncle Vernon greeted him in his usual manner.

"What's that?" He snarled, glaring at the letter Harry had clutched in his hand before he could send Sirius, "If that's another form for me to sign, then don't even think about it......

"It's not a form," Harry said with a smile, "it's a letter I'm going to send to my godfather!"

"The Godfather?" Uncle Vernon's spit splattered, "You don't have a godfather!"

"No, I have," Harry suddenly had a brilliant idea, "he's my mom and my dad's best friend. Oh, by the way, maybe you know ...... You've probably heard the name Sirius Black, and the newspapers and television have information about him as a wanted man who has been convicted."

"Actually, he's not just a Muggle criminal, he's a wizarding criminal, and now he's escaped from a magical prison. The Ministry of Magic has no choice but to turn to the Muggle government for help."

"Sirius would be happy to keep in touch with me, through ...... Always know my situation...... Let's see if I'm having a good time!"

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's look of horror and smiled happily.

He pushed his luggage towards the exit of the station, Hedwig flew lightly in front of him, and together they went on a summer that looked so much better than last year.

……

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