I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 504: The Sin of the Wizard

Why hasn't Dumbledore come to London yet?

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

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

They are not unaware of the battlefield in Europe, so why does Britain want to get involved at this time? Do they think they are too independent?

idiot!

She cursed inwardly.

As for -- Granger

God knows!

She is just a little wizard at Hogwarts!

"Hoo—" Tonks took a deep breath.

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

She took out a trumpet-shaped magic prop from her pocket. It was Weasley's alchemical product, a gadget similar to a Muggle radio communication device. It was now one of the standard supplies given to Aurors by the Ministry of Magic.

It's not very easy to use, the sound is mixed, the transmission distance is limited, and it can only be used for one-on-one conversations.

Those two guys said they would release an improved model later.

Tonks felt that they just wanted to make some money from the Ministry of Magic again, because she had seen the so-called improved model and they had already made it.

"Lee Jordan—" Tonks said into the trumpet-like magic prop, and the sound echoed in the basement.

She succinctly conveyed Mr. Harker's intention to the other party and asked him to return to Hogwarts and bring this important news to Headmaster 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 saying that, Tonks put the magic prop back into her pocket.

"Thank you!" said Mr. Harker, with a hint of gratitude in his voice.

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

This small underground fortress is surrounded by thick stone walls and sturdy iron doors, and the air is filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere.

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

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

And at the moment the door was closed, Mr. Hake's originally tense nerves and the tense expression on his face suddenly disappeared.

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

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

Then he leaned back and turned to look at Bernard.

“Be a good leader.”

"Yes." Bernard nodded, his mind full of the former Prime Minister's memoirs and the "bitter" satire on Mr. Harker in it.

The title of Chapter 8 is very clever.

——The Double Life of Jim Hackney.

The writing style is quite Shakespearean.

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

Then Bernard picked up a document in front of him and handed it to Mr. Harker with an expressionless face.

"Are the media ready?" The Prime Minister opened the top secret document with an expressionless face.

"Four televisions, eleven radio stations, and newspapers."

"very good."

As the Prime Minister turned the pages of the documents in his hand, Miss Granger's file suddenly appeared.

The title of the document was written in accelerated black letters: Project for Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

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

The sky was filled with dark clouds, blocking 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 was destroyed, the battle between Aurors and Death Eaters, Muggle guns, bombs, etc. - most areas, except for a few buildings with independent power supply, the entire financial city was without light.

London seemed to have returned to the Middle Ages.

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

The raindrops hit the car body with a dull sound, and the leaves on the roadside were washed past, making a rustling sound.

The car sped past on the street, and a layer of mist formed on the windshield, reflecting the stern face.

"Squeak--" accompanied by a sharp and piercing brake sound, the car stopped steadily on the road, and the rain flowed 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, looking up at the raindrops dancing in the sky.

The raindrops hit the ground like hail, splashing ripples, and in those thousands of ripples, the same scene was reflected: a building that had nearly half collapsed.

"Bang!" A piece of rubble fell to the ground from the collapsing building, and the man's heart sank with it.

"No - no." The man screamed in despair and rushed towards the collapsed building like crazy.

He ran to the third floor in one breath, and before he could catch his breath, his eyes were fixed 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 the door with all his might.

"Bang——" Muddy dust mixed with rain covered the man's face.

"what--!!!"

Along with it came heart-wrenching screams and the unpleasant sound of steel rubbing against wood.

In this dim rain, it can be heard far away.

"Fanny!" the man screamed, his voice echoing in the room. The room, which had almost collapsed, was full of rubble and dust. He climbed over the collapsed walls on his hands.

In this dim room, he was looking for the figure that was most familiar to him.

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

"Woo~" Suddenly, a faint sound 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 and frantically dug up the rubble.

Piece by piece, until his arms became numb and his nails bled, 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 boulder that was blocking his way.

Then I saw the most heart-wrenching scene.

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

The man's heart was instantly broken. 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 the steel bar up a little bit. Then he carefully carried the girl out.

As for the child's mother, Paris.

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

"Mother."

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

this moment.

There was a loud "crash" and a silver-white light flashed in the rain. It was a long knife that cut through the sky and tore apart the darkness.

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

Unprecedented pain came from every part of my body.

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

<divclass="contentadv">Every ray of light illuminated the mother's face. She was still beautiful. The exposed steel bars pierced her chest. Blood was like a blooming flower, blooming under her body.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Raindrops streaked across the sky but hovered in front of his eyes, foreshadowing the final heat death of the universe.

Then, the suspended water droplets finally began to shake, as if blowing a horn of destruction, and billions of rain drops flashed like a star explosion, flowing upstream from the ground.

The sky and the earth hang upside down.

The scene seemed to be experiencing a cosmic explosion, with the surrounding debris flying to both sides at an unimaginable speed.

The man's thoughts went blank for a moment.

In his eyes, the world became colorful.

Every drop of rain is interwoven with a light green glow.

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

"Recover quickly——"

"Healed as before——"

The spell sounded softly.

An unexpected figure appeared behind the man.

----

Hermione held the Grapevine Wand.

His expression was a mixture of anger and pity.

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

The Healing Charm is an advanced magic that is only taught in seventh grade. It is a spell that young wizards who are preparing to take the therapist position exam and want to work as a therapist in the future will learn.

It can heal most physical damage, but has no effect on cursed injuries caused by dark magic.

The injuries of the woman in front of him clearly exceeded the scope of ordinary physical injuries. Her internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage, and could only be used together with Baixian.

There was a small pure white animal nestled on Miss Granger's shoulder.

It was yawning as it looked at the Muggle family in the ruins.

"Restored to its original state—"

The girl swung the magic wand lightly 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. 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, the entire collapsed building returned to what it should have been in a few breaths.

As everything around me began to flow backwards.

After the building collapsed, the flesh and blood of the people in the ruins, both living and dead, whose bodies no longer resembled humans, began to be exposed to the air.

Hermione looked at everything around her calmly.

My heart kept sagging, sinking into my stomach.

The disaster in 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 water mist around her suddenly began to condense and turned into ice cubes that fell to the ground. The temperature dropped rapidly, dropping by at least ten degrees in just 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, emitting an aura of despair that was as conspicuous to the Dementors outside the window as a torch at night.

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

"what--"

The face beneath the Dementor's hood was truly terrifying.

Fanny uttered a scream.

Hermione also noticed the Dementors.

After looking at each other, her face became ugly and gloomy.

The anger in my heart is as thick and vast as the dark clouds over London.

"boom--"

A beam of white light blasted the Dementors away like a cannonball.

Then, without hesitation, the girl Disapparated and disappeared from the spot.

The next second, she appeared on the street outside.

Looking up, several Dementors were falling from the sky.

Hermione raised her wand indifferently, muttering: "Exuvia - Guardian!"

A dazzling light shone, as if to pierce through the dark clouds in the sky.

Then a pure white lion that looked like Shilok jumped out from the light.

He opened his bloody mouth, roared, and bit a Dementor's neck.

"Hiss-"

The sound sounded like water being poured on red-hot iron. The Dementor underwent a drastic change with its hideous look, just like snow melting, and its black body was rapidly evaporating and fading away.

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

But they still had a chance to escape, so they quickly adjusted their flying posture.

Then he quickly moved away from the lion and away from Hermione.

The lion quickly dealt with one, and then immediately started dealing with the others.

Hermione remained silent, venting her anger.

The magic power continued to increase, supporting the guardian angel 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 had lost their loved ones, whose hands were stained with blood, and whose dull eyes, like the gazes of bodies without souls, had a great impact on Hermione.

They just stared at each other and talked about death.

It was tormenting Hermione's nerves.

In those eyes, wizards became the most terrifying creatures. On the battlefield sweeping across London, no matter which camp she belonged to, she had to face their judging gaze.

Skyrim, several Dementors escaped.

Although the lion killed three, he was unable to cope with the rest.

Hermione retracted her wand and glanced at the surrounding windowsills.

Then he Apparated and disappeared from the spot.

In the distance, the dark shadows in the sky looked as disgusting as locusts.

Just looking at it from a distance makes people angry.

The little witch went directly to the city of Westminster where the fiercest battle took place.

A strong sense of morality and responsibility prompted her to hold high her magic wand.

"Calling God—Guard!!!"