Volume 8: In this Hogwarts without the Dark Lord Chapter 502 Let’s go!
Ron, who had already defeated Seamus on the chessboard, looked up in surprise when he heard Harry read out the headline of the Daily Prophet.
"They haven't given up yet? Everyone is convinced that the Dark Lord is dead. He hasn't been seen for 16 years since that night."
Harry put the newspaper away and continued to stroke his brand new wand in his hand with satisfaction and appreciation while answering.
"But doesn't it happen a few times every year? Those former followers of the Dark Lord will claim from time to time that their master has returned, but every time we find out that it is just a farce."
Ron recalled carefully.
"Let me think about it... In my first year, Professor Quirrell returned from a trip and was discovered by the Ministry of Magic to have sneaked into the Ministry of Magic and used the Imperius Curse on an employee of a mysterious department. After we helped the Aurors catch him, he actually said that he was instructed by the Dark Lord. But in fact, the Ministry of Magic found out that he was lying. He just wanted to make a fortune out of greed."
"In the second year, we caught the Malfoy family hiding contraband of the Dark Arts. As a result, he bewitched me before we were ready to hand in the diary. Fortunately, you defeated the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in the end and we successfully destroyed it. Well, the diary also claimed to be the Dark Lord himself, when he was younger."
"Then in the third year it was about Sirius. We were shocked at the time, but we eventually found out the truth. Unfortunately Wormtail escaped. When he escaped, he claimed that the Dark Lord was not dead at all and that they would definitely come back again."
"The last one was in our fourth year last year. Barty Jr. pretended to be the new Defense professor. He wanted to capture you through the Triwizard Tournament and learn the truth about the Dark Lord's disappearance from here. In the end, he was defeated by you and Cedric. Before he was captured by the Ministry of Magic, he was still shouting that he knew his master was not dead at all and that he would come back sooner or later."
Ron spread his hands when he said this.
"Every time, someone says that the Dark Lord is not dead yet and he will come back sooner or later. But if the Dark Lord is really not dead, why hasn't he shown up yet? So this is just alarmist talk. These people are still immersed in the beautiful dreams of the past. Even they have deceived themselves."
Harry said thoughtfully.
"But it seems that quite a few people still believe what they say, and think that the Dark Lord is not really dead."
"Those people just want to deprive you of your status as a hero!" Ron said confidently, "Think about that idiot Malfoy, he's just like that. I guess those rumors in the wizarding world that the Dark Lord is not dead were spread by his family. But no matter what they say, they can't change the facts. You are a hero, Harry. It was you who saved the wizarding world back then. Your medal is still there!"
Harry stroked his hair in dissatisfaction. He knew what medal Ron was talking about.
"Don't put such a high hat on my head. I know that I have never been a hero."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the dormitory. Looking at his leaving back, Ron and Seamus looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders together. They didn't know what Harry was angry about. If they were called heroes by someone, they would have jumped for joy hundreds of times.
The peaceful Hogwarts Castle entered curfew time with the rude shout of the caretaker Filch.
The quiet night sky gradually quieted down the castle that was filled with laughter and joy during the day. At this time, in a room on the eighth floor of the castle, an old man with white hair and beard and wearing crescent-shaped glasses was looking out the window quietly.
I wonder what he is thinking about in those blue eyes that contain wisdom and time.
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When the night wind blew the strongest, the grass on this pasture in Scotland was completely flattened to the ground.
The midsummer midnight was still cold, and there was not a single shadow visible on the endless pasture until a faint blue light flashed across the sky above the lawn.
Jon and Lily stepped firmly on the soft ground.
The first thing they did after landing was to make sure the surroundings were safe. This was almost a habit and caution that was deeply ingrained in their bones.
When they realized that the surroundings were empty and there was no possibility of an ambush, they began to check the things they carried with them to see if there was anything they had missed while traveling through space.
After making sure that everything was fine, Lily took a deep breath of the air filled with the scent of grass. Her eyes, which had always been as calm as dead water, finally couldn't help but show an excitement that was hard to suppress.
No one could guarantee it, but Lily still held great hope that the Harry in this world was not actually dead.
Of course at this time, Jon will always remain calm , which is why Grindelwald and others repeatedly emphasize that the command is in his hands.
"We need to try first to see if Apparition can still be used normally in this world."
Jon determined what they would do first.
Lily suppressed her inner excitement, nodded, grabbed Jon's arm, and waved her wand to Apparate to a familiar place in her memory.
But after the spell was cast, the two of them just flashed in place for a while.
Jon didn't seem too surprised by this. He just tried it again, teleporting to a place ten meters away from himself, and this time he succeeded very smoothly.
"Sure enough, because of the changes in space, even the time is probably different, so the spatial landing points in our memory are no longer usable. We can only Apparate to the places we have seen in this world."
"But this is a small problem. Diagon Alley is in London. We can go there first by Muggle transportation, and then use the Floo powder through the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron to get to Hogsmeade. Now, what we need to do is to get some Muggle money first, and it would be best if we can determine the current time and place."
Jon looked up and gave Lily a questioning look.
Lily said to him seriously.
"I told you before I came here. I'll listen to you after I get here. You make the arrangements and I'll just do it. Believe me, Jon, I'm not the kind of person who will be swayed by my emotions."
Jon naturally had no doubts about Lily's words.
He looked towards the distance, at a vague dark shadow that looked like a cowshed.
"Then let's go!"
