The train was heading for Hogwarts, and it was a joyous day.

On the train, the former people left.

The new man follows the train to the school of magic.

Luna sat in the car, which was occupied by scimitar-horned snores that had grown to the size of a cow.

She lay on top of the scimitar-horned snorer, her brown fur wrapped around her body and shaggy and comfortable.

The scimitar-horned snorkel snorted, mooing as Luna shoved a skinned dragon fruit into its mouth.

Turning his head through the glass of the carriage, he looked at the two people who were tense outside.

"You guys were lucky last time."

"yes, I don't think it's you who are lucky."

The girl with red and blonde hair will not let anyone after meeting in the aisle.

Ginny crossed her arms around her chest, raised her eyebrows, and said with a sense of battle, "I will end the Slytherin victory this year."

Astoria was noncommittal.

The two men passed by.

Luna flipped through "Singing Contrarians".

Suddenly, Luna looked out the window with some feeling.

The large round shell she was wearing swayed.

An owl appeared outside, followed by a second and a third.

More and more owls appeared, flying past the Hogwarts Express and towards Hogsmeade.

Urgent newspapers fall from the sky.

The pretty proprietress with three brooms walked out the door, she picked up a newspaper, and the expression of indifference on her face turned to horror.

"Merlin—" She covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Her eyes were red, and tears rolled across the witch's side face that fascinated her.

Teardrops broke free of her skin and fell from the air, shattering into the newspaper.

The broken teardrops, the city covered in firelight printed in the newspapers.

More and more people are reading the newspaper, and their reaction is incredulous.

Everyone looked at the newspaper.

The wind blows up and drops the newspapers in the sky, and flies towards Hogwarts.

Slughorn was looking at the instructions, holding a red can and pondering it.

"Pull the tab, and you're done, magical Muggle."

He opened it curiously, and the gas turned white and floated out.

"Oh, oops." Slughorn glanced out the window, the owl banging on the glass.

He accidentally touched the soda as he put it down, and the soda spilled white air on the desk.

Slughorn hurriedly picked up the jar, and heard the snapping of the owl urging again.

"Alright, alright, I'm here." He had no choice but to put down the scribbled things, walked over and opened the window to pick up the newspaper, waved his palm angrily and said, "You are such a nasty owl, get out of here!"

The owl pecked the back of his hand dissatisfiedly and flew out.

Slughorn snorted.

The damp air blew on his face, and Slughorn looked at the sky and said, "Looks like it's going to rain."

The gloomy clouds whispered, and Slughorn walked into the house to put down the newspaper and was about to clean the table first.

He glanced at the newspaper inadvertently, and he froze in place.

The Big Bang in the Kingdom of Bhutan, the Death of Many Ministry of Magic Personnel, Including Barty Crouch

He looked at the newspaper in a daze.

The unclosed windows were blown open by the wind, and the parchment he had been working on yesterday was blown up.

Slughorn waved his hand wildly and flew a piece of parchment flying.

The parchment flew out of the balcony with his strength, dangling down the top floor.

Passing by the Transfiguration office on the second floor, he was struck by a falling drop of water.

Then a torrential downpour of rain soaked it down.

Professor McGonagall's office was facing the Quidditch Training Ground, where she sat with a bun on her head.

"No, it shouldn't be."

She looked at the newspaper from the owl with tears in her eyes

Muttered to himself, "This is cruel."

Thousands of wizards died under fire, the greatest catastrophe in the wizarding world in 500 years.

She looked at the list of the dead and looked at the faces on them, young or not.

Some were former students of Professor McGonagall.

The witch, who had been at Hogwarts for decades, had a hard time accepting the disaster.

She flipped the next page and saw the person on it.

That child, he was like a son of the gods.

In the newspapers, the surviving wizards looked up at the one who scattered the light in the sky.

"The Second King Appears, Saves the Living Wizard"

Any title looks weak in front of this screen.

...

Hogsmeade Station.

The students happily stepped off the train.

"Hagrid."

Ginny greeted Hagrid, who was drenched in the rain at an inopportune time.

Hagrid looked so preoccupied that he didn't seem to hear it.

Strangely, Hagrid was wearing that armor.

Ginny was a little confused.

Luna stepped off the train, and the scimitar-horned snorer squeezed through the train door before coming out.

"He seems to be sad."

An ethereal voice rang out, and Luna lowered her eyes, "It's a bad feeling."

"Luna?" Seeing Luna like this for the first time, Ginny was also confused.

The scimitar-horned snorer mooed, and Luna, drenched in the rain, walked forward.

"Wait, Luna!" Ginny followed with a wand and umbrella.

"Let's go, little ones, go."

Hagrid nervously asked the freshman to follow him.

Thestrals pulled the carriage, Luna was drenched, her hair was stuck to her face, and the whole person was leaning against the body of the scimitar-horned snorer.

The scimitar-horned snorer pressed its body against Luna, making her feel warm.

Ginny sat across from her and looked at her worriedly.

The carriage stopped, and the two walked to the oak gate.

The rain has no intention of stopping.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is even stranger.

Peeves doesn't show up, greeting new life in the way he's good at it.

In the auditorium, students see the professors waiting.

Slughorn was whispering to Snape, and even Snape had a solemn face.

Astoria became Slytherin's new backbone, and she sat in her place, her eyes watching.

Professor McGonagall said to Slughorn, who was still whispering, "We can't let these emotions affect the start of school."

Things out there shouldn't be in this ivory tower.

Despite their efforts to make the school a success, the newspaper was seen by the students the next day.

...

"How's it going?"

John calmly asked the Ministry of Magic personnel present.

The employee shook his head, "Nothing else."

"I see." John waved his hand.

He looked at the smoke-obscured ruins and closed his eyes.

Psychic magic spreads out.

Everywhere he passed, John swept through.

Unfortunately, there was no response anywhere.

Theodore was by his king's side, and he was covered in scars.

He didn't know where to speak, so he stood there quietly.

Until John moved, he hurriedly looked up.

"Something?" John was as calm as an emotionless machine.

Theodore moistened his parched throat with saliva and said in a hoarse voice, "They're all dead."

This refers to the Star Disciples.

Oxer, Gemini, Execution Table......

This trip to Bhutan made them all die.

Obviously, Oxer is still working with today

Speaking by himself, in the blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse that could not be pieced together.

The bodies of the twin stars were found, and they did not separate until their deaths.

"I see."

Theodore was answered by John's still-calm voice.

John didn't make a fuss and said lightly, "You're doing a great job, Theodore."

Theodore was silent for a moment and asked, "What should we do?"

"Take them back," John said after a pause, "is there any trace of Barty Jr."

"No body was found."

"That's good news."

With a hint of tiredness in his eyes, John waved his hand and said, "Go back."

"King."

"It's an order." John said.

Theodore had no choice but to leave.

John was left alone in the ruins, and the guards lifted the rubble, looked at the dead inside, and took the man out and set it aside.

He walked over to a crumbling wall and sat down, looking at everything with a complicated gaze.

Rita Skeeter, who had heard the news, stopped, and she raised her hand to stop the reporter who was about to pass by.

"This is big news," the reporter excitedly said, "and we interviewed the second king."

Rita looked at the lonely-looking king, turned back to the reporter and said, "You were fired, took his things, and threw them into the snowy mountains."

"Huh?" The reporter was dumbfounded, and before he had time to speak, he was taken away by other peers.

Reporters from other newspapers came over, and Rita just said, "Don't bother him, everybody."

When the reporters heard the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet speak, they did not dare to go over one by one.

Rita was guarding not far away, the woman who liked to use gossip to slander others, and she was not interested in gossip at all at the moment.

She was like a guard, a king who protected her.

There's a lot of buzz going on here, and there's an earthquake going through the magical community.

What's more, when people see the images, they seem to see the end of the world.

The deaths of many ministers of magic have caused the chaos to spiral out of control.

Some say revenge.

But to whom do you take revenge?

Inge was the first to die in the flames.

Who else?

Grindelwald?

Still is......

Muggles?

...