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Chapter 195 Are we back?
Hogwarts in 1994.

The Gryffindor common room, Harry's bedroom.

It had been two hours since he had rescued Sirius and returned to the castle, and it was already past midnight, but Harry still couldn't sleep in bed.

With Neville's light snoring echoing in his ears, he tilted his head to look at Ron on the bed next to him, and he turned over again.

Ron obviously didn't sleep either. The affectionate mouse Scabbers he had been keeping was actually turned into a short, fat wizard and a shameful betrayer. no.

"Ron."

Harry yelled softly.

Ron rolled over again, making his face meet Harry's, muttering.

"I don't think we'll be able to fall asleep today."

"Then let's chat, keep your voice down, don't wake Seamo and the others."

Harry said quietly.

Afterwards, both of them fell silent.

A lot of things happened today, but when it came time to really chat, they didn't know where to start.

After a long time, Harry spoke silently.

"I heard my mother talking to me while I was using the Patronus Charm."

Ron didn't care about that.

"Didn't you also hear your mother's voice when those dementors appeared on the Quidditch pitch?"

Harry shook his head.

"It's different. I heard her voice as a bystander at that time. This time, she seemed to be talking to me right next to me."

"What did she say to you?"

There was a sad look in Harry's eyes.

"She said, let me live a good life."

Ron thought about his words and pondered.

"I can understand how you miss your family, Harry, but no matter how you hear your mother's voice, this is actually what you want to hear in your heart"

"I know what you mean." Harry lay face up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the bedroom, "But, that voice really seemed to be ringing in my ears."

Ron didn't pay attention to what Harry said, as he said himself, he could understand Harry's mood, but he didn't think what Harry heard was true.

"I want to know where Professor Forrest and Snape went? Why did they disappear all of a sudden?"

Harry was brought back to his senses by Ron's question, and he shook his head inexplicably.

"I don't know either, but Professor Forrest is sure that nothing will happen to him. The person who really might have an accident should be Snape."

Ron naturally understood the meaning of Harry's words. He covered half of his face with the quilt, trying to hold back a smile.

"I hope Snape is doing well"

The edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The location where Sherlock and Snape disappeared three hours ago.

In the quiet and deserted grassland, it was as if a frame had been forcibly inserted into the picture, and the silhouettes of two people suddenly appeared here!

Sherlock was panting heavily, and lay weakly on the lawn. He looked at the starry sky, the towering castle in the dark night, and the dense Forbidden Forest. Although his body was tired, he was extremely relaxed.

They are back!
From Mrs. Selwyn's words, he figured out the purpose of that stone slab.

It can, by means of its own magic of the magical substance, erase its influence and existence.

And what brought Sherlock and Snape to 1977 was the time-turner made by goblins, which did not belong to this point in time.

The direct impact is only Sherlock and Snape who travel through time at the same time. As long as it is erased, its impact on this time will also be reversed.

Bring Sherlock and Snape back to square one.

The only thing to consider is whether the energy needed to reverse time in this way is enough for the time converter itself.

Now it seems that Amy's feeling is not wrong, and Sherlock is right. Since the time converter can repair itself and has the ability to continue to take them back in time, the ability contained in it must be enough of.

"Me, where are we?"

Beside him, a trembling voice sounded.

Sherlock recognized that it was Snape's voice, and he didn't hear the panic and anxiety hidden in that voice because he was relaxed.

"It's only been three months and you forgot? This is Hogwarts before we left."

"We're back?"

"Ofkos." Sherlock said happily, "I just don't know if it's the night we left."

Snape walked up to Sherlock in a daze.

He didn't show any joy in Sherlock, as if he missed something most important.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance!"

He suddenly gritted his teeth and roared.

Sherlock stared blankly at Snape's expression, and suddenly thought of something bad.

"You didn't have time to hand over that magic note to Lily?"

"I gave it to her." Snape clenched his fists, expressing his unwillingness and loss, "but I'm getting ready"

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"Since you gave it to her, why do you feel uncomfortable?"

Snape couldn't say it, because he was about to do exactly what he had agreed to with Sherlock.

But he was still unwilling to the extreme, obviously as long as he told what happened in the future and told Lily everything, she would be able to forgive him, but at the last moment, he was brought back!
"You don't want to break the contract, but I stopped it at the last moment!"

Sherlock easily analyzed why Snape behaved like this, and there was nothing else that would make him break the defense like this.

Snape was furious, looking at Sherlock's face now, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it, and how uncomfortable he was no matter how he looked at it.

He couldn't hold back in the end, and rushed forward to wrestle with Sherlock.

"It's almost there! I'm going to tell Lily!"

Sherlock struggled to break his face and lifted it upwards, taking advantage of his height and long hands, so that Snape's two hands could only swing in front of his face, but could not hit him.

"You want to break the contract yourself, and you are still reasonable now! What did we say at the time? You couldn't find a way to change history after two years, but you didn't persist for three months and you had to tell Lily everything!"

"Don't do this! You just want to use that agreement to stabilize me! You don't even want to help me save Lily!"

"Damn! You white-eyed wolf! I didn't think about what the note you gave you! I was born and died in the Ministry of Magic! I also helped you find a way, but you told me this!"

Under normal circumstances, Snape was definitely no match for Sherlock.

But Sherlock was entangled with the Death Eaters tonight, and he was about to lose his footing. Naturally, he couldn't crush Snape.

In addition, Snape itself is an abandoned house, and neither of them can effectively kill each other without using a wand.

Their main attack method is to choke each other's neck and make verbal attacks.

Just rolling around on the grass, I don't know when it got close to Hagrid's hut.

Yaya, who was tied in front of the door, heard the movement and yelled at them a few times from a distance.

Hagrid, who was sleepless all night because he successfully rescued Buckbeak in the hut, was startled by Fang's cry.

He picked up his little red umbrella and walked out of the room in his pajamas. Under the moonlight, he saw Sherlock and Snape choking each other like children fighting.

"Who are you! How did you get into Hogwarts!"

Hagrid frowned, pointed his wand at them, and shouted.

Hearing the voice, Sherlock and Snape stopped.

The two of them wrestled for a long time, and as a result, except for the grass clippings on their bodies, neither of them left any injuries.

"It's me, Hagrid, don't be nervous." Sherlock said to Hagrid, panting heavily.

But the vigilance on Hagrid's face did not relax in the slightest, and he still held the little red umbrella.

"Who are you? The voice sounds familiar."

Snape stood up from the ground, and Sherlock stood, grabbing his robes for support.

"Take out the potion that was washed off the mask."

With a stinking face, Snape took out two bottles of potion from his pocket, threw one to Sherlock, and then walked towards the castle by himself without saying a word.

"Stop!" Hagrid was about to stop Snape, but Sherlock stopped him.

"It's us, Sherlock and Snape."

He poured the potion on his face, wiped his robe casually, revealing his original face.

Hagrid stared at him with wide eyes.

"Sherlock!"

Then he turned his head to look at Snape's lonely and embarrassed back.

"That's Snape! Why did you become like this? Were you still fighting?"

Sherlock used his wand to change his hair back to its original shape.

"It's a long story, but it's not a big deal." He said a few vague words before saying goodbye to Hagrid, "I'm going back first, and you should go to bed earlier."

Although Hagrid was still shocked and didn't understand why Sherlock and Snape would pretend to be someone else in the middle of the night and fight like Muggles on the grass, he didn't ask any further questions and shook his head.

"I can't sleep tonight, so let's go to the Forbidden Forest to clean the tomb of Miss Silk's family during this time. According to the habit of previous years, she will come to sweep the tomb during the day today."

Sherlock didn't pay much attention at first, and nodded as he walked forward.

"Oh, yes, I brought her to you last year. Her family is buried in the Forbidden Forest. One of them seems to be named John Watson."

When he said this, he suddenly froze.

Just as he picked up the tool, Hagrid, who was holding Fang Fang, was puzzled when he saw Sherlock who suddenly seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture.

"what happened to you?"

Sherlock didn't answer him, just mumbled a few names back and forth unconsciously.

"Amy Butler, Eddie Butler, Vera Silk, Amy Butler"

His eyes gradually lit up.

"Amy, Vera!"

(End of this chapter)