The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Harry lost control of his body again and made a horrific move.

He sighed silently in his heart, wanting to stop all this, but he could do nothing but let the Dark Lord show his might.

Professor McGonagall walked forward slowly, her footsteps were like small awls digging into the ground, her expression was unprecedentedly stern, this was a sternness he had never seen no matter what troubles he had encountered before. It seems that at this moment, he has become Professor McGonagall's enemy, and is no longer a student protected and cared by her.

"Harry, what the hell is going on? Why is this wand in your hand?"

"Get out of the way." The Dark Lord's eyes were extremely cold, which made Professor McGonagall feel strange, and made his partners feel strange.

An Auror cast a spell at Harry from behind.

Before the spell hit, the Dark Lord released the shield of the Iron Armor Curse to wrap himself. The spell bounced off the shield and hit Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who fell into a coma.

"Avada Kedavra!" The Dark Lord retaliated mercilessly.

It was as if the shed had exploded, and what happened next was spells flying all over the sky, just like that day in the Dursleys' old house, the Killing Curse shuttled and jumped among the crowd, and wherever it passed, the crowd was like blowing. Falling down like stalks.

At this time, Harry, as a dark wizard, has already surpassed Voldemort in strength, at least in terms of the attainment of the Killing Curse, it can be said to be shocking.

When the shed was quiet again.

There were corpses all over the ground. There were Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors, and Hogwarts professors.

Professor McGonagall protected Ron and Hermione, and they both survived. Sirius catches Scabbers the mouse, and he also survives.

no blood.

Only silence.

Stepping on the corpses of the adults, the young Dark Lord walked up to Sirius step by step, looking at this elder who was tortured into a shapeless form in Azkaban, his eyes were indifferent and tired, "You continue to say, what happened back then? "

Sirius stared at Professor Lupine's body, and he pointed at it, "That man, and me, and Peter Pettigrew, plus your father, we used to be best friends."

His tone was strange, as if he had no weight. Perhaps Sirius felt that all this was a dream of his own, a fantasy when Azkaban was dying.

"Voldemort wants to get rid of you, Harry, because you are the one who was prophesied to defeat him. We didn't know that Pettigrew joined Voldemort, and he leaked your parents' hideaway. Then, they died to save you."

"That is to say, my parents died because of this coward?" Dark Lord Harry stared at the mouse Scabbers, he could feel that the mouse had a mark on it, every Death Eater had such a mark, and Harry inherited Voldemort's memory and magic, he is the new master of this mouse.

"Reveal your original form."

At one command, Pettigrew, trembling in fear, changed from the size of a mouse to a short middle-aged wizard with wrinkled skin. He prostrated himself on the ground, sobbing in a low voice to defend himself: "Harry, Don't believe this lunatic, he's just talking nonsense... Sirius, he's the spy!"

Harry knelt down, put the Elder Wand against Pettigrew's head, and using Legilimency, he pulled a silvery filament out of the guy's head and sent it to his eyes. He flipped through Peter's memory and saw with his own eyes the scene where Peter leaked the secret to Voldemort.

"It's all because of you...my parents died because of you. I was abused at the Dursleys..." Harry's anger came and went quickly, "but what's the use of killing you ..."

He muttered, "Unless I can change that."

In the desolate hut, this young man seemed to be suffering from hysteria. He was trembling, wandering back and forth, stepping on corpses and faces.

Hermione started to cry, Ron took her in his arms, and Professor McGonagall was at a loss for words. Seeing the dementors floating in the sky, Sirius suddenly let out a weird and miserable smile, trembling with the arms holding him.

"Change all this... is there any way to..."

Harry took out the Time-Turner and was about to turn the hourglass when Professor McGonagall spoke suddenly.

"Wait, Harry." Minerva McGonagall, who had undergone upheaval, looked like a woman beaten by life. "Time-Turner can't change the past. You have to use another way."

"What is it?"

Professor McGonagall spoke eloquently: "De Lin's eternal transfiguration."

Harry asked, "Why did you tell me, Professor?"

She smiled sadly. "Look here, Harry, you've ruined everything. If you can change the past, do it. The world can't get any worse."

"But I don't understand the magic."

"This magic is not difficult. As long as you learn the Essence Transfiguration technique and find the 'Eternal Object', you can completely change the history of an object." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "The 'Eternal Object' is in your hands .”

Harry looked down at the Time-Turner, the gravel in the hourglass was like golden stars, emitting an ancient brilliance.

"The sand?"

"Yes, the Sands of Time, a relic of the ancient Persian Empire. In 1845, the Ministry of Magic found a chest containing an ounce or so of the Sands of Time in a sunken Muggle ship in the Indian Ocean in 1845. The Time-Turner cannot change In history, the role of the sands of time is not only to make time converters."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Don't call me a professor, Harry, go your own way."

Hermione was crying intermittently, and Ron looked at Harry blankly.

The comatose Fudge woke up at this time, and he looked at the corpses on the ground and screamed.

Sirius was completely insane.

The desperation in the hut kept the dementors from approaching.

There is not an iota of joy squeezed from the hearts of these people to feed them.

Pettigrew tried to escape, but he sobbed in terror as he scrambled over the corpse.

The Elder Wand rested on the back of his head.

Harry crushed the Time-Turner, shards of glass punctured his palm, and the Sands of Time fell on Pettigrew.

[Transformation Curse]

Harry whispered: "You lowly person, when you betrayed your friend for many years, did you ever feel the slightest bit of guilt? How did you deserve the trust of my parents? Even Animagus is a mouse , coward, why couldn't you be a mouse from birth?"

"No, no, please, Harry!"

Harry's ruthless magic and will overwhelmed Pettigrew, and the Transfiguration Charm began to take effect.

Peter's body and clothing began to distort, from color to outline, gradually turning into a mouse.

The sands of time seeped into Peter's body, and the effects of the Transformation Curse began to extend to the past.

Such a bit of the Sands of Time doesn't erase Pettigrew's entire life.

"Not enough!" Harry turned to look at Hermione, "Bring it!"

Hermione's eyes were swollen from crying, and her lips were covered with clear snot. She coughed softly, took out the Time-Turner from her bosom, and threw it at Harry, hitting his forehead, cutting a shallow slit. Wound.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry hesitated before picking it up. But Hermione only showed a disgusted expression when she heard the words.

More Sands of Time fell.

Pettigrew's screams turned to squeaks.

It's raining in this world.

The sky gradually darkened, as if covered by an airtight cover.

It rained heavily, and all the pain, sorrow, fear, anger, went with it.

The survivors drenched in the rain quietly.

Harry closed his eyes peacefully, enjoying the moment of relief that had finally arrived.

His memories surged like a tidal wave.

All the details of the past life became blurred, as if separated by a thick gauze curtain.

Without the tragic childhood of boarding with the Dursleys, without the good life at Hogwarts school, without the tragedy of tonight.

There are no hateful faces, no warm friendships, no bleak corpses.

There is nothing left, and if Peter Pettigrew had never appeared, and no one had informed him, the wizarding world would be very different today.

Under the care of his parents, Harry will have a happy childhood instead of being the Boy Who Lived.

The lightning scar on Harry's forehead faded slightly.

In the end, Harry recalled the strange man at platform 9.

In such sunny weather, he neither set off nor rushed to the next journey, but just held an umbrella, as if standing in an invisible "rain".

Like a milestone, watch the ruthless erosion of the long river of history.