People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

"Distance is not a problem for us." Basil tapped his fingers.

It was just air, but there was a knock on the door.

The next second.

Black smoke billowed, and the image of the foggy city of London, like a huge factory, appeared in the air.

"My brother must be very uncomfortable, looking at such a city." Diana sneered.

She had learned from Basil what kind of god Ares was.

He was obviously the god of war, relying on war to become strong, but he was eager to use war to destroy mankind and let the entire earth return to its lush original state. He was more like an extreme environmentalist.

He even killed his compatriots and blood relatives for this.

A stupid and bad god.

"Brother? You mean Ares!" Trevor couldn't sit still.

He was different from the original fate line. He completely believed in the existence of gods and knew Diana's identity as the daughter of Zeus.

He regarded London as his spiritual home and was eager to return in the next second.

"Yes, you may know him. He exists as a mortal, Sir Patrick." Diana nodded.

"What? Sir Patrick Morgan!" Trevor was even more anxious.

"You want to go back immediately?" Bajir said, "Diana."

"Another test?" Before Diana asked, a flash of lightning flashed across her fingertips, "Then... the lightning jumping in space."

Trevor felt that the scene in front of him was instantly distorted.

Then

The ship whistle, the symphony of the crowd, the diffuse smell of "rotten eggs", the black, muddy yellow, crimson purple, and even the spicy and choking "fog" gathered in the sky. Elements such as these appeared one by one in front of Trevor.

"Ah, the air is sweet~" Trevor was intoxicated, "The taste of London."

"Hint." Bagel said with a playful tone, "If you don't clean up the air and introduce relevant laws, 12,000 people will die in 8 years because of the sweet air in your mouth."

"Why--" Hearing someone slandering his spiritual home, Trevor subconsciously wanted to refute, but after realizing that the person in front of him was a god and there was no need to lie, he suddenly fainted, "This is obviously a symbol of advancement. I was thinking about waiting for peace, so that this fog would spread in the American sky."

"It seems that before the Germans, you Londoners have your own poison gas." A flash of lightning flashed across Diana's body.

Cough cough--

The truly fresh air rushed into Trevor's lungs.

"The air-purifying lightning," Diana said, "will last for three days on you."

She took Basil's arm and strode off the ship. "I understand why my brother wants to destroy humanity. Anyone would be depressed staying in London, the 'industrial pearl'."

Trevor followed behind.

Although he was handsome, he looked more like a servant of Diana and Basil when he followed them.

The people on the dock also subconsciously gave way.

For these two big men.

Whether it was because of the intuition brought by the lower essence of life or past experience, they dared not approach, look directly at them, or even breathe the same air with them.

As expected of a god, the queen's trip was not so exaggerated.

Trevor complained in his heart.

Then he trotted forward and led the way in front in a more appropriate way for a servant.

London, Westminster Palace.

"Ha, although I am also a captain, I have never seen these gatekeepers so flattering." Trevor walked in front with a standard lackey-like appearance to lead the way.

He has long been accustomed to the peculiarities of Basil and Diana.

No one will disobey their orders. After actively obeying them, they will forget the sense of disobedience and the memory of serving them.

So, when he led them to the noisy meeting place of the House of Lords, no one, including his boss, felt anything wrong.

Even the one who was Ares, Sir Patrick.

It seems that there is a gap between gods.

Thinking of this, Trevor squeezed out a smile and approached his boss, "Colonel, we have to go out and talk."

"Steve Trevor!" The colonel was so surprised that his beard was about to stand up.

Unlike the original fate line, Trevor did not take a ride and inform his secretary through the radio in advance, so that everyone knew that he was still alive.

So, when the colonel, who had long thought that his capable general had been sacrificed, saw him intact, his surprised voice overwhelmed the noise in the meeting room.

Attracted everyone's attention.

"I need to go out for something." The colonel instantly remembered that this subordinate worked for the Intelligence Bureau.

And there is no shortage of two-faced people among the congressmen.

Bajir and Diana stayed here.

Because Diana still wanted to observe her brother closely.

In her extraordinary vision flashing with lightning, Ares' true body was revealed, "He is so weak now. His soul and body are only bonded by the power of war, so that they can barely stay together."

"I finally understand why you don't let me use the hammer, Bajir."

"He is too weak."

"The close combination of a complete god and divine power is also worth learning. For Ares, the god of war, I'd better fight him."

"Shall I take action now?" she asked.

Among the people present, no one who was shot at random would be innocent.

She didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring the masses.

"You are still too superficial. Diana." Basil said, "He is not only a god, but also a wizard."

Ares is gradually becoming weak.

He is sure of this.

This weakness does not come from the identity of Patrick Morgan.

As a standard British aristocrat, he is a standard troublemaker, who only talks about peace, but his heart is full of interests.

He does not feel out of place to play such a person.

The life of mortals cannot change him as a god.

On the contrary, because of this, he feels more and more the ugliness of human beings, and wants to destroy the lives of these clay dolls who took away his father's and mother's love and made his compatriots dizzy.

All this originated from a day ten years ago.

The scenes of killing compatriots in dreams, parents mixed with joy and pain no longer appear.

Instead, another life.

As a young child, his mother died early, but he had a happy childhood.

The fear, self-loathing and helplessness after becoming a werewolf.

The joy when receiving the letter from Hogwarts.

The excitement of meeting three friends on the train, and the heartbeat of meeting that girl.

A dull but exciting life at Hogwarts.

Discovered his werewolf identity, but his friends did not leave him, but accepted him with ecstasy.

The loss and relief of that girl after being with her friend.

After learning of the death of his friend and the girl, the despair of the other two friends, one of whom became a traitor and the other died.

Ten years like the walking dead.

The anger and murderous intent after learning that the traitor escaped from prison.

Returning to campus again, but as a professor.

Meeting his friend again, learning that he was innocent, and the most insignificant friend who died was the traitor.

Leaving campus in an unseemly way, but with joy.

Meeting, falling in love with, and entanglement with that bright girl.

The death of a close elder.

Marriage.

Wife pregnant, escape.

Return to family.

Child born, rushing to the battlefield.

Death.

These memories kept echoing in his dreams, real and blazing.

The magic of the wizard really flows in his body.

But this world has no Lily, Tonks, Sirius, James, Dumbledore, and Harry.

No Hogwarts.

‘A world without them should not exist. ’

Ares, Patrick Morgan looked coldly at the ‘pigs and dogs’ in the conference room.

He suppressed his weakness and turned the emptiness of losing everything into a desire for destruction.

‘When humans are destroyed, I will rebuild everything. ’

‘Wizards will be born. ’

‘Hogwarts will stand on the Scottish Highlands. ’

‘As Ares, and even more as Remus Lupin! ’

Ares’s voice echoed in Diana’s ears with the help of Basil.

‘It seems that even if he has the memory of Remus Lupin, he is still not a good person.’ Diana said.

‘But Remus Lupin is the opposite.’ Basil said.

(In a parallel world to the one Hermione arrived in the novel.)

(Hermione flipped through the pages of the History of Magic, and exclaimed at the illustration of a man wearing Greek-style armor and holding a big sword, "Professor Lupin in this world actually killed Voldemort alone. How did he do it?")

("The memory of a god." Basil said, he stroked the headband on Hermione's head, "And you are also familiar with 'Memory, Power'.")

The two walked out of the room and walked towards Trevor.

Trevor, who was given the ability to recognize Ottoman and Sumerian by Diana in advance, was explaining the contents of the notebook in a small room.

"This is a formula, a formula for a new type of gas."

"Mustard gas, with hydrogen instead of sulfur."

"The notebook says that they plan to release this gas on the front line."

"Mad men, all crazy men!" Because in a private place, the colonel was able to show his true feelings, "Gas masks can't stop hydrogen-based poison gas. They just want to destroy, indiscriminate massacres!"

Using poisonous gas weapons is not surprising.

They have done this before.

The art student was a veteran of World War I and had been blinded by poison gas.

So the popularity of gas masks in the German army was very high, almost everyone had one.

On the contrary, the popularity rate on their side was not high.

In this case, the invention of hydrogen-based poison gas that could not be blocked by gas masks was superfluous, which was clearly a preparation for not distinguishing between friend and foe and coming to the big one.

"What about others? Will other German generals allow Rudolf to do this?"

"He is not prepared to ask for the consent of others." Trevor said, "Others, including that person, sincerely want to sign a peace agreement."

"Because this war has lasted too long, it has exhausted both of us."

"They are worse, with no funds and no ammunition."

"According to the intelligence agency, only Ludendorff still did not give up."

"There is a secret military facility in the Ottoman Empire that allows the Turks to help them make bombs, not just bombs, but also this poison gas."

"It was because I discovered this that I did my duty - things other than observation and reporting, and took this notebook and escaped."

"Good job, Steve Trevor." The colonel sighed.

"But," he began to hesitate, "the problem now is that even if we know Ludendorff's plan, we can't do anything."

"This is an open conspiracy."

"We can't actively undermine the signing of the peace agreement."

"We can only passively fight."

"Although this poison gas is terrible, we only need to use the air force and bomb."

"We are still the party with the upper hand."

"But this will sacrifice millions of lives." Trevor said.

"This is not our fault." The colonel said seriously, "This is all Ludendorff. I can only guarantee that we will win, peace will come, and the German army will definitely suffer more losses than us."

"Because the casualties will only be front-line soldiers?" Trevor sarcastically said, "Front-line soldiers only need to obey orders and fight and sacrifice, and those who make decisions in the rear have a lot to consider."

Chosen by the gods as the spokesperson, he is now very confident.

Even if the Queen of Great Britain is present, he dares to slap her big mouth.

"How dare you--" The colonel was furious.

This sentence touched his soul, especially since he himself was also a front-line soldier.

He couldn't refute it, and he was powerless to refute it.

"Diana, can you just end this?" Trevor turned around and knelt down, "Just treat it as a test for His Majesty Granger."

"You--" The colonel was shocked.

As Trevor moved, he finally noticed the sun that seemed to occupy the entire world's presence, and the bright moon circling around it.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare to say anything offensive.

His mind froze directly.

"This is part of the trial." Diana said, "Your superiors will forget all this."

"We just need to wait until the day when the peace agreement is signed."

"The German High Command, Ludendorff will take action against everyone who signed the peace agreement there."

"Not just the front-line soldiers your superiors think of."

"Ares will also appear there."

"Your current task is just like most of your colleagues, to continue to seek personal gain, buy and sell arms, and serve Paradise Island."

"We are not going to occupy land, we just want to keep up with the times."

Trevor nodded, "I will follow your orders."

One day later.

In an antique bookstore.

As a ray of lightning flashed, tall and beautiful figures walked out from behind the curtain.

"Diana!" Hippolyta, who was at the front, hugged her daughter.

"Has Ares been dealt with?" Antiope asked.

The other Amazons pricked up their ears.

"No. It's not time yet." Diana shook her head, "I asked you to come so that you can bring back these books."

With a warship's harvest, the Amazons are not short of weapons now.

Paradise Island is the promised land of the Amazons created by Zeus. The land is fertile and there is no shortage of food and drinking water.

What they need is knowledge.

"I have translated the text inside into our language."

"Also, I need someone to stay here."

"Guard the bookstore and contact Trevor."

"I will leave a mark on her, the mark of the space door to the passage to Paradise Island."