I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 187 Always.

No one expected that Harry Potter would be the one to defeat Voldemort in the end.

Although he already had a great reputation.

However, it's still too difficult to believe that a fourteen-year-old Hogwarts wizard could defeat the most powerful dark wizard in the world.

But the fact is, Harry drove Voldemort away.

At least in the eyes of the young wizard!

"Mommy~"

However, as the person involved, Harry was not happy about defeating Voldemort.

His face was etched with deep sorrow. Although the scar on his head no longer hurt, the scar in his heart had been mercilessly torn open.

Blood flowed freely.

Sirius Black also has the same expression as Harry.

The sadness on his face was even more intense than Harry's.

But the battle is not over yet, even as they are immersed in the sorrow of reuniting with and then parting from the most important person in their lives.

Even after the bridge is broken, there are still large groups of Death Eaters.

Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's meaning from their eyes.

Then the two of them went out together and began to purge those foolish idiots who dared to attack Hogwarts.

The three professors also joined the battle.

With Grindelwald's presence, Wenda finally stopped slacking off.

She began to draw her wand.

They swiftly and decisively eliminated several Death Eaters.

Such strength made Dumbledore's eyelids twitch.

He had some idea of ​​Wenda's true strength, but in the end, she far exceeded his expectations.

It seems that most of the information extracted from the head of his association's vice president is true.

They are indeed grooming Wenda to become the third Dark Lord.

At least for now, she seems to have the ability.

If she could win back the scattered Grindelwald followers, it wouldn't seem so difficult for her to build a force to oppose the Federation.

But facing Wenda, who was like a sharp blade.

Grindelwald showed no reaction whatsoever, even though this woman had more or less threatened his position; he still did not show any unpleasant expression.

"What happened?"

"Where is the Dark Lord?!"

"Look, that—that looks like Grindelwald!"

The dazed Death Eaters finally regained some of their senses.

Because they were too far from the entrance, most of them did not see what was happening inside.

They could only tell whether their master had won by listening to Voldemort's voice coming from afar.

But now—Dumbledore has the time to come and destroy them.

That proves—

"Did the Dark Lord lose?"

"Shut up!" Hearing this, Bella, dressed in black robes, shouted, "Master won't fail! He won't!"

She seemed to be convincing herself.

He kept muttering to himself, "No, no!"

"But he's already failed once," someone else said awkwardly.

"Defeated by that Harry Potter."

"That child must have Dumbledore's protective charm, or some other powerful spell, one that even the Dark Lord doesn't know about."

"But—what do we do? Dumbledore is coming!"

The Death Eaters all had dry throats.

They could hardly feel fear. Their eyes were fixed on the approaching figure.

Faced with the menacing Dumbledore, whose heart was filled with pent-up rage, all the Death Eaters knew that they were likely doomed.

If they don't escape now, mistletoe will grow on their graves this time next year.

After saying this, the remaining Death Eaters exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts.

Then, apart from Voldemort's die-hard followers like Bellatrix who were still struggling.

The remaining Death Eaters began to flee frantically down the mountain.

Faster!

Faster!

Deep down, everyone was crying out – if they could get away from Hogwarts Castle, if they could escape to the forest, they could survive.

Their strong will to survive drove them to squeeze out the last bit of potential from their bodies.

Never underestimate anyone who is trying to survive.

Within seconds, several plumes of black smoke shot into the sky from the ground.

Those were Death Eaters who wanted to Apparate.

"They'll all be petrified!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Avada~"

The professors and Grindelwald each threw out their wands.

Some Death Eaters high in the sky were unlucky enough to be shot down, while others were even more unlucky and killed outright.

But some still managed to escape.

As for Dumbledore...

He had no interest in those clowns.

Instead, they headed directly towards Hogsmeade Village.

—That was the place first captured by the Death Eaters and another group of rebels.

Just like when the goblins rebelled hundreds of years ago and attempted to attack Hogwarts, they also chose Hogsmeade Village as their forward base.

Several hours ago.

Several Hogwarts professors had already arrived in Hogsmeade Village to assist the local wizards and Aurors in their defense.

but--

Everyone saw the soaring flash of the curse and the green haze that symbolized death.

Dumbledore couldn't be sure if anyone there was still putting up resistance.

After all, even the Minister of Magic is dead.

"Harry!!!"

After the crisis was resolved.

All the young wizards in the hall rushed out at once.

They shouted in waves!

Especially the young wizards of Gryffindor.

George and Fred simply lifted Harry up.

Toss it high into the air, catch it, and toss it high again.

The atmosphere was even more lively than when they won the Quidditch Cup.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

The young wizards shouted in waves.

Several older girls in the front row couldn't help but reach out and pat Harry all over, as if they wanted to absorb the aura of the hero who had driven off Voldemort.

Harry, who was initially somewhat saddened, was then subjected to this indiscriminate touching.

His face immediately turned bright red.

He stammered and pleaded with Gemini to let him go.

This 'cute' scene naturally made the girls even more 'unrestrained'.

The savior of third graders, her face is so tender it's almost dripping with moisture.

No wonder the young ladies couldn't resist.

Their eyes gleamed, as if they wanted nothing more than to devour Harry completely.

Until—"Get out of my way, all of you!!!"

Ginny roared coldly.

Then she squeezed in with Hermione, Ron, Neville, and the others.

They kept all the buzzing bees outside their circle.

"Owen~~~" Hannah was the first to rush to Owen's side.

Compare this to the welcoming party for Harry.

He was met with far fewer visitors.

Apart from the Hufflepuff trio.

Only Luna followed.

"Where have you been?" She stood in front of Owen, panting, her hands on her waist, whether from anger or from exhaustion from running just a few steps, it was hard to tell.

"Me?" Owen turned around casually, glancing at Harry with envy. This kid is quite the ladies' man!

Then, very casually, he said, "I took a stroll through the Forbidden Forest!"

"The Forbidden Forest!" Hannah's eyes widened. "At this time?"

"You actually made it out alive." Justin spoke up, raising his hand and pointing towards the Forbidden Forest, where the flickering lights cast shadows in the darkness, yet even now, a faint orange glow could still be seen hanging in the sky. "Look!"

"Yes! I'm watching!"

"The Forbidden Forest is definitely more dangerous than this place," he said.

"That red light over there has dyed the sky red. I wonder which powerful wizard cast the spell," Justin said with some envy.

Even by sight, it was clear that the fire was at least several miles away from them. What kind of curse could cause such a huge commotion?

It can use magic as a paintbrush to fill a black background with a touch of crimson!

"Hehe—that's definitely a handsome, dashing, powerful, and compassionate wizard. I know, that's me, haha!" Owen boasted, but he was met with two eye rolls.

Neither Hannah nor Justin believed what he said.

"By the way, have you seen Minister of Magic Fudge? Connery Fudge?" After the joking, Owen quickly got down to business.

After all, it's almost midnight.

Surely Fudge can handle something this simple!

"That high-ranking magician you attacked earlier~~~"

"Fudge is dead!" At this moment, Ron and Hermione finally managed to get rid of the fanatical Gryffindors. They were blocked by the twins and Percy, and Harry finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd.

“That’s right, Fudge is definitely dead.” Ron nodded in agreement. “The mysterious man, impersonating Barty Crouch, said that Fudge was killed by the Death Eaters.”

"What?" Owen turned to the side, looking at him with disbelief. "Fudge is dead?"

"But."

However, the closed loop of time

How could he have died?

If he dies, who will give him the time-tamper?

If he didn't get the time converter, then there would be a problem with the time logic.

Playing with time is no joke. Like that poor witch in history, he might be swallowed up by time and disappear completely, including those who knew him. Everything, the traces of his existence, other people's memories, and even the fate of many people will be changed unpredictably!

In short, that would be a huge disaster!

"Merlin's beard!"

Irving gasped in surprise.

Okay, this time he's a little scared.

He, Irving Sanchez, was never afraid of death, but he was unwilling to disappear meaninglessly.

If all traces of him are erased by time, what is the point of his time travel?

Doesn't this mean I came for nothing?

"Where did he die? Where is his body?"

Since it was only Voldemort's side of the story, Owen still harbored a sliver of hope.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head.

Then he raised his arm and pointed to a pink toad in a pile of rubble in the distance.

"But you can ask her, if she's not dead!"

"Her?" Owen looked in the direction Hermione was pointing and immediately spotted Umbridge.

He hurried over.

He waved his wand and removed all the rubble from her body.

From its appearance, the pink toad did not seem to be seriously injured.

The only visible injury was a scratch on his forehead.

"Hey! Wake up!" Anyone who has read Harry Potter would have no liking for this pink toad. Even in dark fan fiction where the protagonist is on the opposite side of Dumbledore, this woman would never have a good ending.

In this world, Umri is quite an extraordinary person.

Because she succeeded, everyone hated her, whether they were anti-Deng, sympathetic, or neutral.

To be able to achieve this level, how should I put it?

It probably requires a bit of talent too!

Of course, as someone who is pure, natural, and multifaceted in his blackness, Owen also didn't have much affection for Umbridge.

So, with a look of disgust on his face, he grabbed her collar and slapped her several times with his other hand.

The "snap snap" sound carried far.

"Owen!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

She quickly grabbed Owen's hand, stopping him from continuing to slap the woman's favorite thing.

"You're crazy. She's a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, no matter what."

"You'll get arrested if you treat her like that."

"Heh~ young man." Owen glanced back at Hermione, then said casually, "You're still too young."

He continued in a condescending tone, "In two years you'll envy me."

"I envy that tonight I'm the one slapping her, not you!"

"Huh? Why should I envy you?"

Hermione was completely confused.

However, before she could ask for details...

Then a sobbing groan was heard.

"Who...who are you?" Umbridge slowly woke up, her eyes glazed over, her dusty face filled with confusion and numbness.

It's obvious that he's having an out-of-body experience.

Irving has seen this kind of thing many times.

Most young wizards have this expression every time they have Professor Binns's History of Magic lesson.

Including Irving himself.

"My father!" Owen said without hesitation, then waved his wand, "Clear Spring."

A water sphere appeared out of thin air at the tip of his wand.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sprayed the water balloon directly into Umbridge's face.

It was the dead of winter, with temperatures below minus twenty degrees Celsius.

A snowy night.

Umbridge was instantly sobered up after being doused with cold water.

She shivered, her eyes gradually shifting from confusion to resentment. Before she could utter a word of anger, Owen raised his wand and shoved it against her face, saying viciously, "Too many people have died tonight."

"I don't think the Ministry of Magic would say anything even if there were one more body."

"What—you—what do you want to do!" Umbridge shivered, her lips trembling, and her tongue unable to flow, causing her to speak in broken and unclear sentences.

A deep fear flashed in her resentful eyes.

She remembered the man whose name she couldn't even utter.

That terrifying, ruthless monster was right beside her.

She actually traveled to Hogwarts with Voldemort!

"Is Fudge still alive?" Owen asked first.

"Fudge? He—he's dead. I saw it with my own eyes. He was struck by a killing curse. It was—a Death Eater in black robes who did it. I saw the Dark Mark on his bare outer arm, but I didn't see his face!"

"Stop! I have absolutely no interest in who killed Fudge; after all, it's one of the few good things that Death Eater has done." Owen waved his hand and continued, "Where's his body? Did he take something from the Department of Mysteries?"

Umbridge hesitated for a moment.

After all, Owen's problem was a Ministry of Magic secret.

She shouldn't tell these things to a little wizard.

but--

Upon seeing Owen's devilish gray eyes, she decisively spoke from the heart, saying haltingly, "Maybe—maybe Kingsley took that thing. In the chaos, I—I saw Kingsley looking for something on Fudge's body."

"Where are the Kingsleys?"

"Still in Hogsmeade Village."

"Very good!" Owen said, giving her a smile.

He immediately cast a dizzying spell, knocking the annoying and disgusting woman unconscious.

Then, amidst the exclamations of the young wizards, he ran alone towards Hogsmeade Village.

"Owen!!!" Hermione and the others called out his name.

After all, Hogsmeade Village is not safe.

Standing outside the gate, you can still see the flickering magical lights of the fierce battle in the distance!

Some of the green lights are not so friendly.

Unfortunately, this did not cause any real pause in Irving's progress.

It was even faster.

At the foot of the mountain, the professors didn't have much energy to look after the young wizards.

Dumbledore had already disappeared halfway up the mountain.

As for Irving's beloved grandfather.

After defeating several Death Eaters, he came to Vanda.

Looking at his tall and imposing figure, his head full of silver hair and his eyes filled with fatigue and weariness, Wenda's face showed deep concern.

"You need a rest. You don't need to save the world by yourself," she said.

"There are too many incompetent people. In this world, besides me, only Albus has the strength to face that thing, but he shouldn't get involved. He has his own things to do," Grindelwald said calmly, taking a deep breath.

Although his face was full of fatigue, his tone remained arrogant.

So proud, so powerful, so confident!

Even in old age.

He was still roaring at the setting sun!

"I am incapable—"

“No, you’ve done more than enough,” Grindelwald interrupted her, continuing, “far beyond my expectations. The children you found are very talented; they will become the backbone of this world.”

"But that's just the core of the team! I hope someone among them can truly help you."

"You've already found one, haven't you?" Grindelwald suddenly whispered.

He and Wenda were getting further and further away from Hogwarts.

Under Professor McGonagall's careful watch, they gradually moved away, heading towards the Screaming Shack.

"He's a monster, and only I know his true nature," Wenda continued, reiterating her point of view.

Her cold face was covered with frost, and her eyes were full of determination.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she continued, "His soul... you know, alchemy cannot create a soul. Don't you understand how he came to be?"

"I know~"

The snow crunched and groaned continuously.

This place is far from Hogwarts.

The surrounding area was all forest and darkness.

The only visible light was the aftershocks of the battle emanating from the distant village of Hogsmeade.

The heavy snow fell like the fur of a unicorn blanketing the sky.

The petals fell one by one, purifying the polluted earth once more.

"I've observed him for so many years. If you can't even see this, then what is there for you to follow?" Grindelwald's cold voice came out.

"But back then, we had too narrow a vision and couldn't see the future. Things are different now."

"Now?" A glint flashed in Wenda's eyes. "You see the future?"

As is widely known, in addition to his outstanding magical talent, Grindelwald was also a great prophet.

He predicted the Second World War for Muggles and exploited them.

This is also one of the important reasons why the Nymungard forces were able to quickly sweep across Europe.

The German steel industry helped them.

Nurmengard has always been ahead of the Federation in everything it does, and has continued to grow stronger despite the combined attack of several Aurors from different nations, all thanks to Grindelwald's prophetic abilities.

Now, what did he see?

"No~" For once, a hint of hesitation flashed across Grindelwald's face.

This reflects his lack of confidence.

Even when he was at his peak fighting against Dumbledore, he never panicked.

Even though he might have guessed that he would lose in the end, he still had absolute confidence during the duel.

Besides being confident in one's own abilities.

He knew perfectly well that neither Dumbledore nor he would kill the other.

Their love never disappeared.

"It's just my gut feeling." He paused.

"A belief."

"belief?"

"Trust me, stop attacking him. That child will be the key," Grindelwald said slowly, his face, etched with the marks of time, displaying the absolute confidence of a strong man.

For once, a hint of tenderness flashed in his heterochromatic eyes.

He and Wenda have known each other for nearly seventy years.

Their relationship had long surpassed the vulgarities of love and friendship, a foundationless castle built on cheap material possessions.

For seventy years, they have supported each other, depended on each other, and gone through the lows and highs together.

If I had to evaluate his relationship with her...

So, Grindelwald, the proud man who looked down on all wizards in the entire wizarding world (except Dumbledore).

He was willing to call her family.

Yes, family.

She is not a younger sister, nor is she a relative by any other name.

It is the simplest and purest thing—family.

"So, are you still willing to believe me?" A slight smile appeared on his lips.

Hands hanging down at the waist.

His posture was upright, just as it was when they first met.

Suddenly, Wenda smiled.

Like a blooming French rose.

Passionate and full of love.

She stood before the man, meeting his gaze, her tone equally firm.

"Always~"

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On the other side, Irving kept going without stopping.

He had never run so frantically before.

He doesn't want to be swallowed up by time.

Finally, just as he was about to vomit his heart out.

We finally arrived at the village of Hogsmeade.

"Ah~~ Hoo hoo! Wata~~ Hoo hoo!!"

"Damn it—wait a minute!"

Irving was bent over, half-squatting, with his hands on his thighs, breathing heavily.

Although a ghost suddenly appeared in front of me to block my way.

But he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and chant the incantation.

"Hmm? A delicious little child from Hogwarts?"

The speaker was a ragged, fierce-looking man.

The man had long limbs, gray hair, and a messy beard.

His beard and sideburns were tangled together.

A tattered black robe clung uncomfortably to his body, and his dry, dull, dirty fingers bore long, sharp, yellow fingernails.

(End of this chapter)