"Just now, we were having a meeting in the auditorium and suddenly. Suddenly, the door was slammed open, and it was Hagrid, who was holding Professor Lupin. Blood was spilled all over the ground. ”

His teeth chattered and his voice trembled.

There seemed to be a hint of blood in the pupils, blurred under the flames.

"That Professor~"

Hermione cried out, her face blank as she looked at the closed door of the school infirmary.

It happened so suddenly, she—she hadn't even reacted.

"N-I don't know." Neville replied blankly.

As the most popular professor at Hogwarts (with the exception of PS: Slytherin), Lupin has a high weight in the hearts of young wizards.

Especially Neville's own. Somewhat cowardly, he is PUA by Snape every day, and his personality is not quite like a little Gryffindor wizard.

Lupin's nuanced teachings, amiable temperament, and superb magic skills have led Neville to make rapid progress under his tutelage.

Many spells that he couldn't cast before, or spells that were unstable, were now able to be used successfully.

"Oh my God! Owen, are you alright! ”

Just as they were talking to Neville, suddenly, a figure squeezed in.

It was a child with bright brown hair and a young face.

Holding a camera that he never drops.

"I thought, no—you're clear." He looked at him incredulously.

His eyes were red, and he had obviously just cried.

In the end, a thousand words converged into an exclamation. "You're not dead!"

？？？

Owen was full of doubts, and before he could have a seizure, Ron beside him opened his mouth first: "It's not looking for a beating!" ”

He glared at Colin, what is this guy talking nonsense?

"But—I just did," he wanted to say something more, but when he saw Owen with a puzzled face, he swallowed the question in his heart again.

After a while, he said blankly: "Maybe I was wrong?" ”

"But—it can't be!"

Colin's unusual reaction quickly caused confusion among Harry and the others present, but at this time, Professor Lupin's fate was uncertain, and he had no intention of continuing to interrogate anything.

There was a sudden silence again.

Uneasy anxiety filled the aisles.

Like the sky that is about to darken, the night is accompanied by nothingness.

A sense of loneliness and powerlessness pervades the space.

Even the breeze fell silent in the silence.

Time passes slowly – like one's breath, time can only be felt if you are alive.

Death is nothing but a deep sleep.

The state of the immortal soul is more like a dream, a half-dream, half-awake pain and struggle.

On a strange island far from England, somewhere a temple, an unknown power is rising and falling above it.

The Dark Lord is awakening.

Something even more terrifying made a deal with him.

Peter Pettigrew, trembling like an ant, stood in front of the temple gates.

Although he didn't know exactly what the newborn Dark Lord would get!

But, according to his understanding, he will be resurrected again and will be far more than he has ever been.

Even Dumbledore couldn't match!

When he thought of this, his face soothed a lot.

Just as decades ago, he judged that Dumbledore was aging, and his power was declining; Voldemort, on the other hand, is in full swing, and his strength and power are getting stronger and stronger every day.

Isn't it normal to switch sides?

What good does he gain by staying in the stupid Order of the Phoenix?

A Merlin medal and an urn?

Like his father?

As an Auror, who knows those exploits! Does anyone remember?

Why should he learn from his father, who died young?

The Dark Lord had promised him that if he unified the wizarding world, he would gain unimaginable power, power, and status.

With this, his family will be the most prominent of the magicians, and when the time comes, he will get much more than he did in the Order of the Phoenix!

So, why don't I be flexible.

After all, those who know the times are Junjie.

He was constantly paralyzing himself, he had to bewitch himself like this, otherwise, his choice would be like a joke!

O temple! Temple.

Even though the surroundings are full of playful eyes.

The sharp eyes made people feel like falling into a snake hole, and no matter how he dodged, the uncomfortable feeling would always find him, grab him, and drag him into the abyss of fear.

But, he was looking forward to.

He was looking forward to the fact that the promises made to him by Voldemort would come true!

"It's early today, you coward."

"The Dark Lord is not as narrow as you think!" Voices came from inside the temple.

Accompanied by the sound of "da-da" high heels stepping on the stone slab.

A witch with messy hair, a rather gothic dress, and a crooked wand walked out slowly.

She had a hideous smile on her face.

The unkind eyes seem to be saying, where should you cut off a piece of your flesh?

Although he was stared at by that gaze and his scalp was numb.

But Peter still resisted the discomfort in his heart, and squeezed a smile on his face.

"But that's after you prove your worth."

The next second, the smile on his face froze.

Soon, though, Peter adjusted. Re-re-spoke respectfully, "Thank you—the merciful Dark Lord, he—"

"He's coming back!" Bella forcibly interrupted him.

"And now, it's time when you need it!"

"Let's go~"

She said.

Then the two of them walked out of the countless stairs one after the other.

Peter Pettigrew, he couldn't stop looking back.

Because just now, he saw a vampire walk into the temple.

That's a Blood Ancestor!

Unlike Sirius, who had a tendon in his brain, he got the key to the Great Dark Lord's treasury.

The Demon King shared with him some magical knowledge that was difficult for ordinary people to know.

This was his bargaining chip to sell the information of the Order of the Phoenix.

Now it's also a stepping stone to reintegration into the Death Eaters.

Vampires, like werewolves, also increase their tribe through bloodstream.

But the Blood Ancestor is different.

They are more like the outliers of wizards with the blood of magical creatures.

The Blood Ancestor is much more powerful than a normal vampire, and his abilities are even more bizarre.

Other abilities aside, there is one ability that is definitely the most eye-catching for wizards.

Blood Pool - Blood Ancestors can store large amounts of magical blood in their bodies, and when they are attacked, they can draw power from the blood pool.

They can restore almost any kind of magic damage except the Killing Curse.

Such a powerful creature had never been on the Death Eaters' side before.

Nowadays -

Peter Pettigrew, the flame in his eyes beating even brighter.

This time, he made the right choice.

It was—what Peter didn't notice was the man who looked at a Blood Ancestor.

There was a faint smell of corruption all over his body.

——————

"Why are you here?"

Owen frowned, the strange voice that had just sounded in his head abruptly.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had seen that face somewhere.

Although he was emaciated, pale, and his eyes were sunken. Like a terminally ill patient.

It is very different from the image of the wizard in Owen's memory.

But he still felt that he must have seen the man somewhere.

"Why are you here?"

Why did he say this to himself?

Could it be that he had seen himself?

Or - suddenly, a wonderful idea.

It came out of his mind.

"Look, it's Madam Pomfrey~~~"

At this time, the crowd suddenly rioted.

It was Madam Pomfrey and Professor Trelawney walking briskly down the hallway.

They whispered to each other.

Professor Trelawney had many bottles and jars in his hands, and Owen only had to look at them to know which were the herbs for healing.

The effects vary, stopping bleeding - replenishing blood - removing curses and so on.

"Professor! Professor Trelawney, Professor Lupin, he. Is he okay? Hermione asked eagerly.

Without waiting for the professor's answer.

Owen interrupted her a little rudely, "Don't answer! Don't answer! ”

"Don't answer !!"

If that's what he thinks!

Say it! He turned around and ran away.

Squeezing through the crowd, Owen strode towards the principal's office.

In the hallway—he ran as he pulled out a map of the living spot from his jacket pocket.

Neither outside the castle nor in the auditorium had he looked closely at the map.

This time, when he looked at all the castle floors.

When he saw the auditorium at this time, a name that he was extremely familiar with suddenly appeared.

It's all clear.

If this is what he thinks, then he must not hear the outcome of something that has already been determined.

Third floor.

Guess Dumbledore's new password with ease, and climb the stairs.

Without even knocking on the door, Owen pushed open the oak door and squeezed in.

In the room, Snape and Dumbledore stood side by side, and on the other side was the Minister of Magic, Fudge, who was accompanied by Kingsley.

At this time, his face was extremely unsightly.

Everyone knew that he was about to resign and that this might be his last night as Minister of Magic, but Fudge himself didn't think so, and he wanted to struggle.

Even if it was just a few months to extend his term.

Because then he can keep the tradition and delay until next Christmas, and then announce his resignation.

"Shut up, stop talking, and listen to me!" Ignoring the surprised looks of the two professors, he walked straight to Fudge.

"It's a foregone conclusion that you'll be ousted, whether it's Barty Crouch or Rufus Scrimgeur. After losing all support, you will never be able to continue as Minister of Magic! ”

He looked at the man who was dead as usual with a cold face and a cold look in his eyes.

"The only place you can turn the tables around is with Headmaster Dumbledore's support. But he won't protect you, because no one will save a stupid pig! ”

"What did you say?" Fudge's eyes were full of anger, and his originally bitter face immediately turned into extreme anger.

"Waste less calories! Mr. Minister! Owen went on aggressively: "Let's open the skylight and say something!" ”

"You have to sit in your seat, because if the recent events in the wizarding world are exposed, the families of the wizards who have been attacked and killed by the Dark Wizards will tear you to shreds, and this position is not just about power. And it goes with your lives! ”

"I'm right, right?" The corners of the boy's mouth outlined a certain mocking arc.

Fudge just glared angrily, and other than that, he didn't do anything.

Yes, Owen was right.

If he loses his rights at this point, he will be prosecuted, regardless of who succeeds him.

Because the next Minister of Magic would never bear the consequences of such a catastrophe in the wizarding world for his predecessor.

It was only a matter of time before he was betrayed.

"Just now, I was in- we were attacked outside the castle, sir!"

"Hmm-" Dumbledore frowned, and then looked at Owen.

"I don't know how many dark wizards are gathered around the castle, or something. But—" he burst out laughing suddenly, "it's impossible not to die tonight." ”

"And once it's a young wizard or a professor at the school who dies, you, the Minister of Magic, will never be able to turn the tables around."

"So what?" Speaking of which, this brainless power monster finally squeezed some reason out of his barren head, and his rotten brain spun in a row.

He realized that the child in front of him, saying so much, was actually asking for him, or asking for something, otherwise the other party would never waste so many words.

"Every once in a while, Hogwarts will apply to the Ministry of Magic for a magic prop, which can only be used by the best young wizards, as the first grade for two consecutive years, I feel that I am qualified to apply for it." Owen approached him step by step, his voice getting deeper and smaller.

"You know what it is, I'm going to see it before midnight."

"Besides—" A transcendent exaltation rose on his face, and Owen continued in a subtle tone that was imperceptible to ordinary people, "Lucius greets you, Mr. Fudge, and with his support, you will sit still!" ”

Snape, on the other hand, was about to catch the impudent man who had broken into the headmaster's office, and he had a hunch that this troublesome nuisance would turn the sky upside down tonight.

This is no longer the case.

His eyes grew serious.

The Death Eater mark, which hadn't squirmed for more than a decade, was on his wrist.

Tonight suddenly and strangely slightly hot.

You know, this is only Voldemort's mark.

The only one who could reactivate it was Lord Voldemort.

Is there anything scarier than that person coming back again?

Thinking about it, Snape couldn't help but feel a little more disgust in his eyes when he looked at Fudge, this idiot who was devoured by power didn't know what kind of crisis the wizarding world was in today!

Just as he was reprimanding Owen.

The oak door was knocked open again.

This time it was Madam Pomfrey who walked in.

She walked in a hurry, her eyes were hot with tears, and her body trembled heart-wrenching as she walked up to the two professors.

"That Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he-"

"Don't speak!" Hearing this, Owen interrupted again.

"Don't let me hear, don't let time fall." With that, he turned around and ran out of the principal's office again, without communicating with anyone the whole time.

Is this a madman?

Kingsley watched in confusion as Owen suddenly barged in and ran out again.

He couldn't understand what the hell the kid was doing.

I just didn't understand what he just said.

Time Collapse?

What is that?

With the exception of Dumbledore, everyone present was unfamiliar with this unfamiliar combination of words.

Behind the old headmaster's half-moon-shaped glasses, his eyes full of wisdom flashed with a bright light, and then he took a deep breath and said flatly, "Connery. ”

"Huh?" The minister is still sluggish.

"Do as the kid says!"

"But!"

It's not something he said he could just take out!

The Department of Mysteries doesn't all listen to the Minister of Magic!

That department may have been around longer than the Ministry of Magic!

It was supposed to be a research institute that had existed since the days of the Wizarding Council, and no wizard had ever really understood what that department was working on. Not even the previous Ministry of Magic.

"I'll help you!" The old headmaster made a pun.

And Fudge, who received his reply, his eyes lit up, and he instantly understood what Dumbledore meant.

Then he said urgently, as if he was afraid that Dumbledore would repent, "Good! I'll do it right away! ”

————

Time, time

In parallel with the future.

Owen returned to his bedroom and slipped away the cloth bag in the cabinet next to the bed, as well as Shylock and Bakarti who were napping in his bed.

"Well—you can't wear them at the same time." He muttered to himself.

Then he walked to the windowsill, pushed it open, and threw the dazed Bakar straight out.

"One is enough!"

With a glance of the little fat dragon's dull eyes, Owen seemed to close the window again without any nostalgia.

Uh-huh – it's cold!

Then, "It's time for me to give a hint." ”

He looked at the empty map of the living spots, and this time the familiar name did not appear, indicating that 'he' was no longer in the castle.

Suddenly, in the gloomy sky in the distance, there was a ray of fire.

Although the solitary smoke was not straight, it was not blown away by the wind.

It seems to have intentionally coalesced into a black ribbon.

You know, the weather outside is not good, the clouds are thick, and it just snowed hard yesterday, and now although the snow has stopped, the wind has not stopped.

Ordinary smoke can never come out together.

"Thanks for the tip."

The corners of his mouth tucked into a smile.

He immediately ran out of the Hufflepuff common room.

Looking at the location of the smoke, it seemed to be in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

Further on, there is the Forbidden Forest.

He knew the surroundings of the castle for a long time.

It's getting dark.

Under the clouds, it was clear that the sun was setting on weekdays, but now there was no other light except for the distant fire.

The castle is silent at night.

He could hear nothing but the noise of the wind.

Hagrid's hut was just ahead.

Owen slowed down, and his wand was already in his hand.

"It's—"

Leaning down, Owen was surprised to find that there was something else besides the firelight that guided him.

It's corruption—

A clear trace of earthy yellow.

It's particularly eye-catching on the snow.

It's that monster!

He immediately realized who had left it.

Although he hadn't been fighting for a long time, Owen had noticed that there would be such traces of corruption everywhere he went.

It's like his dying body!

Come to Hagrid's Hut.

He found that the pumpkin patch in front of the house seemed to have traces of malicious vandalism.

The flames are burning those broken pumpkins.

And the traces of corruption did not stop there, but continued to spread, towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Without hesitation, Owen plunged headlong into the Forbidden Forest.

"Fluorescent flicker!" There was a crisp, subtle chirp, a faint glow from the end of his wand.

Hurrying forward, for about ten minutes, there was no sound in my ears except the sound of branches breaking and the rustling of leaves.

All around him, the ancient trees that had grown over the centuries were becoming more and more dense, and naturally there were no stars to show the way overhead.

In the ancient Forbidden Forest, Owen's wand glimmered alone in the endless darkness, and he noticed that corruption had strayed its path.

After crossing a mossy tree stump, he could hear the sound of running water.

Apparently, there was a stream somewhere nearby.

By the faint light of the end of his wand, he saw in the distance what appeared to be a towering oak tree that had broken off at the waist.

He clenched his wand and hurried after him.

Although he was in a hurry, he could not walk very fast, and the ground was full of roots and stumps, blocking the way, and it was impossible to see in the dark light.

His robes were dangling from the low branches and thorn vines of the nearby trees, and as he approached, Owen noticed that the ground was sloping downward, though the trees were still as dense as before.

"And the temperature."

The fallen oak seemed to have been blown open by a spell.

The place where it was broken was black and smoking.

It's a little warm to the touch.

Owen crouched down and picked open the turf on the ground with his wand.

In an instant, dark red traces were revealed.

It was like red ink was spilled on the ground - all right! Actually, it's more like blood seeping the ground.

Owen continued to pluck the dead grass.

The traces of blood resemble the marks of a person falling.

He had reason to wonder whose grave he was squatting on.

It could have been his bloodied head—oh—it could be the large intestine over there.

Suddenly, the fluorescence seemed to hit something, and a glimmer of light flashed on the ground.

It was as if something was reflecting.

He bent down and quickly found something familiar among the weeds.

A coat of arms of the Triholy made of Mithril.

"Huh?"

Saint?

When he saw this, Owen immediately remembered his grandfather's huge followers.

Did the Saints appear at Hogwarts?

Uh-huh – that's not unacceptable.

After all, the head of the saints is still a professor of alchemy in the castle!

"Interesting!" The corners of Owen's mouth slowly cracked into a wicked smile.

It seems that the forces around the castle are not the only ones - the dead.

There are other forces around.

Feel the warmth of the necklace in your hand.

It's not that bad – is it?

At least he knew the weakness of one of the dead by now, didn't he?

They can't devour Mithril!

Otherwise, there wouldn't be just a pool of blood here.

The fog still shrouded the forest, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

But Owen wasn't flustered.

On the contrary, it is a leisurely afternoon walk.

The world of Harry Potter is a single timeline, and since he is completing history, then he will definitely not have an accident now!

(End of chapter)