In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 503 501. In this Hogwarts without the Dark Lord

After emphasizing all the points, the time for Jon and Lily to leave through the space was selected at 6:17 that evening.

This is the time specially selected by Inista. According to him, when the sun has just set and the night is rising, it is the weakest node in space.

At 5 o'clock, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sirius, Kingsley, Lupine, etc., a group of them got together and started today's dinner early.

In addition, because I was worried that the matter would be leaked, I didn't call any more people.

"If you see Shuo from another world, talk to him well and cherish your arms."

Flitwick held a butterbeer in one hand and clinked glasses with Jon.

"Of course, the premise is that the me in that world didn't get choked to death while eating a cream cake, if I'm still alive."

Jon laughed at Flitwick's optimism.

"Don't worry professor, I will definitely see them."

"And Dumbledore, Dumbledore in another world must still be awake, after all, he can finally be the headmaster safely, and finally he doesn't have to worry about how the students can live healthy. Tell him he's great, really great."

As Flitwick spoke, his eye circles could not help but turn red. He turned his head and wiped his eyes with his robe, and then apologized.

The originally cheerful atmosphere at the dinner gradually became sad.

Mag pursed her lips, and her trembling hand patted Lily's shoulder.

"If I see Pomona tell her for me, we all miss her."

Lily patted Mag on the back lightly, she said.

"I will, I will tell her all about it."

Kingsley handed a piece of parchment to Jon.

"I wrote a list of Voldemort's undercover agents in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe they will be different in another world, but I believe that after you bring this to Dumbledore, it should make him more vigilant and careful. "

Jon took the list and promised Kingsley that he would deliver it to Dumbledore.

Sirius broke the sad atmosphere.

"Why be sad? We should be proud, shouldn't we? If we in another world hear what we've been through, they should all be proud of us!"

Lupine laughed too.

"Yes, this is a good thing. Even if we look at it from the worst point of view, even if we are completely defeated and killed by Voldemort in the end, at least someone will remember us, right?"

Kingsley complained.

"It's better not to be comforted than you are."

Everyone around laughed heartily.

At the end of the dinner, Moody made a gruff promise to Jon and Lily on behalf of everyone else.

"We will hold this place until you rush back. If the last thing you bring back is not good news, then don't come back, stay in another world and live a good life!"

Lily looked at his one eye very seriously.

"We will definitely be back, no matter what the end result is."

After dinner, Mag and the others sent Jon and Lily to the temporary laboratory prepared by Iniesta, where Iniesta had already prepared everything and handed over the blue space converter to Joe. Grace hands.

"Be sure to protect it. There is only one of this thing, and I don't know where its carrying limit is. If it is damaged, we probably won't be able to come back. If everything goes well, I think If you want to come back from that world, just find any thing you carry on your body as a medium."

Jon held the space converter, and at the same time held the time converter in another world where the pointer kept turning.

Lily was standing right next to him, grabbing his arm, and Fawkes finally rubbed Jon's face affectionately before jumping away again.

Finally, Jon looked at everyone in front of him, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice.

"You must, must be safe and wait for us to come back!"

After he finished speaking, he followed what Iniesta taught him and touched the time converter and the space converter together!
The blue dial seemed to be pierced by something suddenly, and suddenly sank inward, and then an invisible vortex twisted the figures of Jon and Lily together!

In the next second, they completely disappeared in place.

Also at the same time.

England, London, Voldemort sitting on a high seat looked coldly at those pure bloods kneeling on the ground, he raised his head, those cold eyes seemed to pass through an endless distance, and set his eyes on the north .

"At first, I wanted to say that this is your last chance. But when you think about it carefully, I have already said a lot."

His voice was flat, with no emotion in it.

"But I think you should be clear about who can enjoy the biggest fruit after the victory of this war. If you still want to maintain your status and protect your rights, then don't make me stupid and Stealing and cheating, otherwise, I don’t think mixed blood can’t be noble.”

Immediately, the bodies of all the people present could not help but tremble, and they all raised their heads in horror, looking at their master.

"Master! We will definitely do our best!"

"We won't let you down again!"

"You will be satisfied! We will be satisfied this time!"

Voldemort stood up from his seat, and he passed through the crowd, leaving only one sentence.

"Then it will depend on your performance in the northern war."

"I really can't figure out why he keeps targeting you like this, just because your father used to bully him? Harry."

Hogwarts Castle, in the Gryffindor lounge, the bright fireplace makes the entire common room warm.

Ron was playing wizard chess with Seamus. While ordering his pieces on the chessboard to strangle the enemy on the opposite side, he chattered to Harry.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, taking good care of his wand, a technique he had learned from Cedric, who had been friends since last year's Triwizard Tournament.

"I don't know. But Professor Dumbledore trusts him very much. We can hate him, but we must also trust the professor."

"The Death Eaters have started again. Recently, there are rumors in the magic world that they have found their master and are preparing some earth-shattering plan."

Harry glanced at today's Daily Prophet again, and found the article that was not reported by Rita Skeeter, and its credibility was obviously improved.

(End of this chapter)