if i am not me

The early summer of 1996 in Britain had just arrived, and it seemed to have a taste of eventful autumn.In the extremely bad weather, the government was overwhelmed by successive incidents, frequent murders and serial bombings, and uncatchable murderers, all of which caused the people to explode more and more in a short period of time. The more dissatisfaction, the British Prime Minister's chubby cheeks just thinned out a lot.But the people don't care whether he is fat or thin. For them, their own safety is obviously more important than the few pounds of fat on the prime minister.

"What are the police doing?" Mrs. Granger worriedly listened to the news on TV, and added a piece of bacon to her daughter's plate.

Listening to her mother's complaints, Hermione put down the letter in her hand, and couldn't help but glance at her father.Mr. Granger didn't notice his daughter's small movements, and echoed his wife and said, "Yeah, this is the first time this week..."

"...the murderer..." Mrs. Granger muttered something in a low voice, but Hermione couldn't catch it, but Mr. Granger nodded in agreement.

Swallowing a sigh, Hermione folded Ron's letter and stuffed it into the pocket of her pajamas.Seeing this, Mrs. Granger smiled slightly. From their point of view, this letter was just one of the most common letters from Hermione's friends, but they never thought that it contained enough to make They screamed messages about locking their daughter in their home.

The news of the continuous death not only makes ordinary Muggles uneasy, but wizards are even more frightened by the names on the death list.Think about it, just a few days ago, the person who was sitting with them, chatting and drinking tea died so suddenly, and thinking about their own situation, few people would not feel fear.

Preoccupied, she forked up the bacon and took a bite. Hermione lowered her head and began to think about the cryptic messages sent by Ron's letter. At the same time, Harry and Draco, who were far away in Malfoy Manor, just put down knife and fork.

Today's Malfoy Manor was much quieter. The children who always liked to laugh and play seemed to sense some unusual atmosphere, so they all quieted down, eating their own things obediently.Mary and Narcissa entered Lucius' study early, not knowing what they were discussing with Lucius.

Harry was looking at the latest death list in the newspaper, his brows furrowed tightly.

In just a few days, more than a dozen people have died.However...the time when the war started has changed...

You know, in his cognition, the war first started in 1997, and now it is only 1996.

But that's how it happened.

Biting his lip, Harry put the newspaper aside.Thinking of the note I sent last night, I feel better.He more or less remembered the list of Death Eaters from the past, and even if he couldn't catch them all, he could still give James and the others some help.

"Honey, be careful on the road." At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming downstairs, and then Harry and Draco heard Narcissa's voice.Looking at each other, the two immediately put down their knives and forks and walked out.

"Father, are you going to...?" The two quickly came to the porch, and Draco frowned as he looked at Lucius, who was fully dressed.

"Some things need to be dealt with." Lucius smiled and said lightly.

"Father!"

"Draco, I'll leave the house to you." Lucius interrupted Drake with a smile on his face, "Of course, and you, Harry."

Seeing his father like this, Drake knew that he had made up his mind, so he could only nod his head helplessly. After all, it must not be a trivial matter that would allow Lucius to venture out at such an extraordinary time.

Putting on the cloak of invisibility and going out in the worried eyes of his family, Lucius quickly apparated to somewhere in London.Silently looking at the surrounding environment, he cautiously avoided the flow of people and walked towards a row of inconspicuous houses, where there was even a pile of garbage that hadn't had time to be discarded, causing flies to fly around wantonly.

Taking out a handkerchief to cover his nose, he walked silently through this not-so-long road, finally standing in front of an old door, and looked at the door plate, which showed No. 11, Grimmauld Place.

After pondering for a while, a delicate black door appeared in his sight after a while.Lucius stood still, just took out his wand and tapped on the doorknob.A few seconds later, with the sound of a series of chains sliding, the door was opened from the inside.

"It's me." Lucius beckoned.

Snape glanced at the empty door, and slowly moved away from the body blocking the door.Lucius didn't talk too much, and stepped into the door. After the door closed again, he took off the invisibility cloak on his body, folded it, and stuffed it into his cloak pocket.

Through the porch, Snape brought Lucius to the living room on the first floor. There were only three people in it, namely James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupine, who hadn't appeared for a long time.

"Sit down, I didn't expect you to come so early." James looked at Lucius with a smile, pulled out his wand and brought him a cup of hot coffee.

Lucius happily took the cup, took a sip before saying, "The Malfoys are always punctual."

"Good habit." Shrugging his shoulders, James sat up straight and took out a piece of parchment, "But I think let's talk about the business first." With that said, James handed over the parchment.

"I received it last night, you can see how reliable it is."

Lucius knew that James must have something very important to see him so early in the morning, so he quickly scanned the list after taking it.And this look...

"This……"

"how?"

"When did you get it?" Lucius had an undisguised surprise on his face.

"Last night." Getting the answer he wanted from Lucius' expression, a cold light flashed in James' eyes.

"Everyone I know is on the list, and there are a few more... If I hadn't seen this list, I couldn't believe they would be 'his'." Lucius stared at the parchment, thinking think.

"That's why I need to trouble you to make a special trip." If Malfoy can confirm most of the people on the list, then...he would rather kill a hundred by mistake, and they will never let one go.

James' words made Lucius's lips twitch slightly, "It's also possible that he was under the Imperius Curse. You should check the personnel in the department."

"Very good suggestion." Nodding happily, James is always willing to listen to good opinions.

"That's the only thing?" Lucius looked at James again. He didn't think that this matter would make the overwhelmed Minister of Magic, who was supposed to be busy, take time out to meet him, and he also brought along the foot that should also be busy. The Auror director of the land.

James likes the feeling of dealing with smart people, especially when the smart people are his own. "Of course...more than that."

Lucius handed the parchment back and picked up the coffee again, "Is... Dumbledore?"

James smiled noncommittally, and was about to say something when the sound of chains rattling came from the gate.James raised his eyebrows and said to Lucius, "He's always been punctual."

"Obviously!" Putting down the glass, Lucius and several others in the room stood up.After a while, I saw a white-haired but healthy old man walking in.

Lucius looked at Dumbledore calmly. He looked thinner than before, with rough skin and messy hair, but this did not affect the wise light in his eyes.Although he has always disliked him, Lucius has to admit that it is very reassuring to have a leader like Dumbledore.

If it wasn't for Dumbledore, maybe...he didn't have the determination to stand on this path.

"Lucius, long time no see." Dumbledore looked as indifferent as before he left Hogwarts.

"Long time no see." Lucius tried his best to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, twitched the corners of his mouth, and returned a reserved smile.

Dumbledore didn't mind Lucius' unnatural expression either, and after motioning everyone to sit down, he said, "I think you don't want to listen to my old man's nagging..." After speaking, everyone saw that he was about to sit down. He put his hand in the big pocket of the cloak, "I'm looking for you tonight for these little things."

Several people followed Dumbledore's movements and looked over, and he placed three items on the table one after another - an exquisite locket, a crown inlaid with beautiful gemstones, and...

A... Dirty, colorless diary.

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