I, Hogwarts Second Week

Why hasn't Dumbledore arrived in London yet?

Tonks didn't know, and didn't want to know.

If she were Dumbledore, she wouldn't get involved in any trouble caused by Muggles.

Aren't they unaware of the battlefield in Europe? Why does Britain still want to get involved at this time? Does it feel like it is too independent?

idiot!

She cursed under her breath.

As for - Granger

God knows!

Her identity is just a young wizard at Hogwarts!

"Huh..." Tonks took a deep breath.

She was too lazy to explain anything to the Muggle Prime Minister.

She pulled out of her pocket a trumpet-shaped magic item, a product of Weasley's alchemy, a gadget similar to Muggle radio communications. It is now one of the standard supplies issued by the Ministry of Magic to Aurors.

It’s not very useful, the sound is noisy, the transmission distance is limited, and it can only have one-to-one conversations.

The two guys said they would launch an improved version in the future.

Tonks felt that they just wanted to make another profit from the Ministry of Magic, because she had seen the so-called improved model and they had already produced it.

"Lee Jordan—" Tonks said to the trumpet-shaped magic prop, her voice echoing in the basement.

She succinctly conveyed Mr. Harker's meaning to the other party, and asked him to return to Hogwarts and bring this important news to Principal Dumbledore, Professor Owen, or Hermione.

As for whether they would come to support and whether the professors would agree to this plan, that had nothing to do with her.

"Okay, I've done what you asked me to do." After Tonks finished speaking, she put the magic item back into her pocket.

"Thank you!" said Mr. Harker. There was a hint of gratitude in the voice.

After hearing this, Tonks did not look back, but quietly exited the office.

This small underground fortress is surrounded by thick stone walls and solid iron doors. There is a dull and depressing atmosphere in the air.

When Tonks walked out of the office, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if she wanted to suck all the fresh air outside into her lungs to dispel the depression in her heart.

With Tonks gone, only Prime Minister Harker and his private secretary, Mr. Bernard, were left in the office.

And the moment the door closed, Mr. Hacker's originally tense nerves and the nervous and restrained expression on his face suddenly disappeared.

It's like a stage actor stepping off the stage and taking off his makeup.

"It's not easy." He said calmly.

Then he leaned back and turned to look at Bernard.

"Be a good leader."

"Yes." Bernard nodded, his mind filled with the former Prime Minister's memoirs and the 'bitter' satire on Mr. Harker.

The title of Chapter 8 is very clever.

——The Double Life of Jim Harker.

The writing style is quite Shakespearean.

"Yes, Prime Minister. There is finally some progress."

Then Bernard expressionlessly picked up a document in front of him and handed it to Mr. Harker.

"Are the media ready?" The Prime Minister expressionlessly opened the document that was marked top secret.

"Four televisions, 11 radios, and newspapers."

"very good."

As the documents in the Prime Minister's hand were turned page by page, Miss Granger's file suddenly appeared.

The document's title, in accelerated black letters, read: Plan for Third Contact.

Outside the bunker, the rain in London was still falling, as if it would never end.

The sky was filled with overcast clouds, covering the sun, and accompanied by the dark shadows of the dementors, for a moment, it seemed as if hell had moved to the sky.

The city's power system has been damaged, battles between Aurors and Death Eaters, Muggle firearms, bombs, etc. - in most areas, except for a few independently powered buildings, the entire financial city has no light.

London seems to have returned to the Middle Ages.

On a certain rainy street, a black car was driving fast. In the driver's seat, a man was holding the steering wheel with a solemn expression.

The raindrops slapped on the car body, making a dull sound, and the leaves on the roadside were washed away, making a rustling sound.

The car sped by on the street, a layer of water mist covering the windshield, reflecting on the stern face.

"Squeak--" Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound of brakes, the car stopped on the road, and the rainwater dripped down the roof and gathered in front of the car.

The man unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He stood on the side of the road and looked up at the raindrops dancing in the sky.

The raindrops hit the ground like hailstones, causing ripples. Among the thousands of ripples, the same scene was reflected, a building with nearly half of it collapsed.

"Bang!" A piece of gravel fell to the ground from the building that was about to collapse, and the man's heart sank with it.

"No-no." The man yelled in a daze, rushing towards the collapsed building like a madman.

He ran to the third floor in one breath, and before he could catch his breath, his eyes locked on a door blocked by collapsed steel bars.

Without any hesitation, the man grabbed the exposed steel bars, bent them one by one, and then slammed into the door with all his strength.

"Bang -" The muddy dust mixed with rain covered the man's face.

"ah--!!!"

What followed was the heart-rending scream and the unpleasant sound of steel rubbing against wood.

In this dim rain, it travels far.

"Fanny!" the man roared, his voice echoing in the room. The room, which had nearly half collapsed, was filled with gravel and dust. He climbed over the collapsed walls with his hands on the ground.

In this dim room, he was looking for the figure he was most familiar with.

"Paris! Fanny!" His throat roared hoarsely. The deserted room made him feel desperate.

"Woo~" Suddenly, a faint voice came from under the collapsed rubble.

"Fanny?!" He was ecstatic, as if he was about to drown in the sea, and struggled to grab the wooden board that suddenly floated over.

The man rushed towards the direction of the sound. He dug up the rubble on it like crazy.

One piece after another. Until his arms became numb and his nails oozed blood, he finally saw the light. Under the stone, there was a broken table, which barely supported a small space.

The faint breathing sound came from under the table.

"Fanny?!" The man struggled to move the last blocking boulder.

Then he saw the most heartbreaking scene.

The table was hit by the collapsed rubble, and the exposed steel bar penetrated the fragile wood. The girl was pressed under her mother, and the steel bar was deeply pierced into her mother's back. Blood slowly flowed down her body, staining her clothes and the surrounding rubble red.

The man's heart was instantly torn, and he looked around anxiously, looking for tools or methods to save his life.

Finally, he found a thick wooden stick and pried up the other end of the steel bar, trying to gain more living space for the girl and her mother.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to finally pry up the steel bar a little. Then he carefully carried the girl out.

As for the child's mother, Paris.

The steel bar penetrated her chest, and she still had a little consciousness, but if he dared to move even a little, the woman's life flame might be extinguished.

"Mom."

"Help-Mom." Little Fanny made a weak sound in her mouth, raised her arm oozing blood, and tried to grab something with a vague consciousness.

At this moment.

There was a loud "crash", and a silver-white light flashed in the rain curtain. It was a long knife that cut through the sky, tearing open the darkness of sinking.

The man felt as if his stomach was pinched by something.

Unprecedented pain came from all parts of his body.

The thunder outside the window continued to resound, but the man's world fell into silence.

Every ray of light illuminated the mother's face. She was still beautiful. The exposed steel bars penetrated her chest, and the blood was like a blooming flower, blooming under her body.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The raindrops crossed the sky but hovered in front of his eyes, alluding to the final heat death of this universe.

Then, the suspended water droplets finally began to shake, as if blowing the horn of destruction. Billions of raindrops were like a star explosion, shining brightly, and flowing upstream from the ground.

The sky and the earth were upside down.

The scene seemed to be experiencing the Big Bang of the universe, and the surrounding debris flew to both sides at an unimaginable speed.

The man's thoughts fell into a brief blank.

In his eyes, the world became colorful.

Every drop of rain was intertwined with light green light.

He saw his wife floating up like a goddess, and the foreign body that penetrated her body was slowly pulled out. The blood was like a planet orbiting a star, surrounding the wound.

"Recover quickly-"

"Heal as before-"

The spell sounded softly.

An abrupt figure appeared behind the man.

————

Hermione held the grapevine wand in her hand.

Her expression was mixed with anger and pity.

She took out a bottle of distilled water from her pocket and quickly applied it to the wound of the woman in front of her.

The healing spell is a high-level magic that is only taught in the seventh grade. It is a spell that only young wizards who are preparing to take the therapist position and want to work in the therapist industry in the future will learn.

It can heal most physical injuries, but it has no way to cure curse injuries caused by black magic.

The woman's injuries in front of him obviously exceeded the scope of ordinary physical injuries. Her internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, and it could only be used with distilled water.

A pure white little beast was nestled on Miss Granger's shoulder.

It was yawning and looking at the Muggle family in the ruins.

"Restored as before--"

The girl manipulated the magic wand and gently swept it through the air.

The next moment, everything around seemed to have pressed the rewind button. Furniture flew out of the ruins one by one, pieced together and returned to their original positions, and the scattered decorations also returned to their original shapes in mid-air. The rubble, turning over, jumping, gathered from all directions little by little, and then re-formed the wall. The lights, photo frames, carpets, and the entire collapsed building became what they should have been in a few breaths.

As everything around began to flow backwards.

After the building collapsed, the people in the ruins, the living, the dead, and the flesh and blood that could no longer be seen as human began to be exposed to the air.

Hermione looked at everything around her calmly.

My heart kept sagging and sank into my stomach.

The disaster of this family made her worry about her own family.

Dad, Mom, how are they now?

Just as the little witch was worried and silent, the surrounding water mist suddenly began to condense and turned into ice cubes falling to the ground. The temperature dropped rapidly, and it dropped by at least ten degrees in a few breaths.

Outside the repaired window, several ghostly voices were looking fiercely into the room.

In the building, the dead, the living, and the dying gathered together, exuding a breath of despair. To the Dementors outside the window, it was as conspicuous as a torch at night.

Without stopping, the monsters broke through the window, accompanied by strange and unpleasant sounds like metal rubbing against glass, and drove straight towards the four living people present.

"Ah——"

The face under the Dementor's hood was too scary.

Fanny screamed.

Hermione also noticed the Dementors.

After a glance, her face became ugly and gloomy.

The anger in her heart was as thick and vast as the dark clouds over London.

"Bang——"

A white light blasted the Dementors away like a cannonball.

Then, the girl did not hesitate and disappeared directly.

The next second, she appeared on the street outside.

Looking up, several Dementors were falling from the sky.

Hermione raised her wand indifferently and murmured: "Exuvia——Guardian!!"

The dazzling light lit up, as if to pierce the dark clouds above the sky.

Then a pure white lion that looked like Hellocq jumped out of the light.

It opened its bloody mouth, roared, and bit a Dementor on the neck.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss--"

The sound sounded like water poured on red-hot iron. The Dementor was ferocious and underwent a huge change, just like snow would melt, and its black body was also evaporating and fading quickly.

Several other Dementors were also seriously injured by this magical patronus.

But they still had the possibility of escape, so they quickly adjusted their flying posture.

Then they quickly moved away from the lion and Hermione.

The lion quickly dealt with one, and then started to deal with the others without stopping.

Hermione was silent, venting her anger.

She continued to increase her magic power, supporting the patronus to fly higher and higher.

This sudden light naturally alarmed the Muggles hiding in the surrounding buildings.

Most people walked to the window and silently looked at Hermione on the street through the broken glass and curtains.

Among them, those who lost their loved ones, whose hands were stained with blood, and whose eyes were dull, like the bodies without souls, had a great impact on Hermione.

They just looked at each other, telling of death.

Torturing Hermione's nerves.

In those eyes, wizards became the most terrifying creatures. On the battlefield sweeping London, she had to face their judgmental eyes no matter which camp she was in.

In the sky, several Dementors escaped.

Although the lion killed three, the rest were powerless.

Hermione retracted her wand and swept her eyes across the windowsills around her.

Then she disappeared from the spot.

In the distance, the black shadows in the sky were as disgusting as locusts.

Just looking at them from a distance made people angry.

The little witch went directly to the city of Westminster, where the battlefield was the most intense.

A strong sense of morality and responsibility prompted her to raise her wand.

"Exhort God - Guard!!!"