When the Dark Moon faded, Dracula appeared in the Death Chamber of the Department of Mysteries.
He raised his eyes and saw a figure in a gorgeous red cloak, leaning against the arch with his chest crossed, as if he was not surprised at all.
"So you knew I would go into this archway regardless of your advice?"
Dracula felt a little amused, so he walked to the other side of the arch and made the same move of leaning against the door.
"Of course, that's what I did after all." The hooded man laughed, and his laughter sounded very happy.
"Heh, so it's just like what Nico said, there is only one timeline in this world, and the power of time will automatically make up for the changes in between, right?" Dracula asked, "I don't quite understand, how is this complete time loop formed?"
"You should have expected that the past can be changed through time magic, otherwise the existence of time energy would be meaningless." The hooded man said, "As for this time loop, it is naturally the result of time repair-"
He turned from the other side of the archway and walked to Dracula's side. "Since I can travel back from the future to this point in time, I can naturally make the timeline complete itself. I don't need to worry about other things..."
"Okay, I won't ask that for now." Dracula said, "But I want to know, what power did you use to pull me back from the other side? The so-called 'God of Death' seemed very surprised."
"You'll know it when the time comes. Telling it now will only make you lose the surprise when that day comes in the future." The hooded man laughed.
“… After talking for so long, it’s as good as saying nothing.” Dracula’s mouth twitched.
"Although you may sound unhappy, I find it very interesting." The hooded man said happily, "I understand why Dumbledore always likes to speak in a veiled way. It is really interesting to speak like this..."
"You can shut up now..." Dracula said through gritted teeth.
At this moment, the two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the door of the Hall of Death where they were.
They all sensed that several silent men were coming here and were already standing in the circular hall with twelve portals that kept changing.
“Well, it’s time for me to go back.” The hooded man chuckled and said, “There’s no need for you to be unhappy… Just think about how depressed you are right now, and how happy you will be when you go back to the past in the future!”
After saying that, he snapped his fingers lightly.
"By the way," he said suddenly before leaving, as if he suddenly remembered something, "There's no need to think too much about what happened today. Just enjoy your professor life normally for the next year."
"There are still many interesting things inside Hogwarts Castle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the hooded man suddenly disappeared in the Hall of Death, as if he had never appeared before.
Dracula stared at the place where he disappeared for a moment, then he also laughed and snapped his fingers.
The dark moon quietly appeared in the background.
Before the Unspoken Man entered the Hall of the Dead to inspect, Dracula returned to Hogwarts Castle under the cold moonlight and sat on the sofa in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office again...
Although it was only a short day, Dracula's harvest was unexpectedly great.
It goes without saying that Peter Pettigrew's crimes had been convicted and Sirius Black's reputation rehabilitated, but most importantly, he realized that the world was not as small and boring as he had previously believed.
There is a different world beyond his sight, and more fun is waiting for him to explore.
Dracula lowered his head and looked at the dark gray ray in the deep red magic power beating in the palm of his hand, his eyes full of interest.
If what the so-called "God of Death" said was true, then some of the previous questions were answered -
Why do so many different kinds of dark energy, such as the Obscurus, Horcruxes, and the magic of vampires, have the same properties
Perhaps it is just because... the power of darkness comes from the world behind the arch, so it is possible to seek the help of the god of death and borrow the purest power of death.
In this way, some things that were previously incomprehensible now make sense.
The despicable Hercules was sealed in the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus for thousands of years and was killed countless times by Andros, but his power never faded. Instead, he gradually forced Andros to gamble the faith and future of the Greek magic world before he could suppress him.
Helpo must have borrowed the power of death.
So, without going to the Hall of Death in the Department of Mysteries, how can we connect to the world behind the arch and borrow the power of death
Dracula rummaged in his pocket thoughtfully for a moment and pulled out a locket.
This was Slytherin's locket from more than a thousand years ago. Voldemort later made it into a Horcrux, which was then taken out by Regulus at the cost of his life, and eventually fell into Dracula's hands.
He stared quietly at the locket in his hand, and a faint smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
To create a Horcrux, one needs to rely on killing to split the soul.
And in the process of killing and splitting souls, one soul will obviously be sent to the world of the dead.
This is the closest the dark wizards of the world are to the world of death, except before they pass away completely.
And after their accidental death, even if they can rely on Horcruxes to turn into residual souls to linger on, the world of death will still open its door to them... This is the best time to borrow the power of death.
It can be imagined that Helbo borrowed the power of the god of death several times when he died, so that instead of being weakened by countless deaths, he gradually suppressed Andros.
Thinking of this, Dracula frowned slightly.
If this inference is true... then Voldemort's recovery of strength is likely to be faster than he imagined.
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On the last day of the semester, Hogwarts announced the exam results.
Hermione got excellent grades in all twelve subjects, and Harry and Ron were lucky enough to pass every subject.
Harry couldn't believe that he had passed the Potions exam. He couldn't believe that Snape had let him pass, and even suspected that Dumbledore had intervened and didn't allow Snape to get along with him.
He had no idea what was going on in those last few weeks, but Snape's attitude towards Harry had been quite frightening.
Harry certainly could not have imagined that because of Sirius and Peter, Snape's deep wound was once again stung. Every time Snape saw Harry, especially when he saw his eyes, he would feel a wave of guilt and pain.
For this reason, every time Snape met Harry, a muscle next to his thin lips would twist unpleasantly, and he would constantly bend his fingers, as if he wanted to strangle Harry's throat.
It was to protect this child that Lily died at the hands of Voldemort.
Snape thought so, but he didn't tell anyone.
Percy, as the head student, lived up to expectations and passed the Advanced Wizarding Level examination(s); fifth-year Fred and George also each managed to scrape together a handful of Ordinary Wizarding Levels (0. W. Ls) certificates.
This year, driven by the Dueling Club and promoted by the devilish training, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts results successfully created a record high in the past 30 years, surprising many other magic schools that were waiting to see the joke.
At the same time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team naturally won this year's Quidditch championship with Harry's excellent condition and the top hardware advantage of the Firebolt!
Captain Wood, who was about to graduate, was extremely happy and treated all the team members to a big meal in Hogsmeade.
Because of the Quidditch Cup's huge bonus points, Gryffindor House also won the House Cup. This meant that the end-of-term banquet was decorated in red and gold, and it also meant that the Gryffindor table was particularly busy because everyone was celebrating.
The next day, the students, who had been partying all night, got up from their beds in a daze, carried their luggage and boarded the Thestrals from the north gate of the castle, which then took them to Hogsmeade Station.
When the Hogwarts Express left the station, Harry and Ron were staring at Hermione with wide eyes in shock.
"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, before breakfast," said Hermione. "I've decided not to take Muggle Studies and Divination."
"Forget about divination, but you got full marks in the Muggle Studies exam!" Ron said in surprise.
"I know," Hermione sighed, "but I can't stand it next year like this. You don't know what I've been through. I might go crazy if it goes on like this."
Of course, she didn't tell her two friends for another reason -
The Ministry of Magic suddenly recalled all Time-Turners.
Professor McGonagall explained to her that the Ministry of Magic had inexplicably lost a time-turner, and the staff there had no idea when it was lost.
Out of caution, they decided to take back the time converters used by students to prevent unknown accidents.
Hermione thought this was a good thing, at least she could have a normal class schedule.
She looked back at Harry, who was watching Hogwarts Castle being hidden from view by a mountain.
He was a little sad to see that he would have to endure another two months of suffering in Hogwarts...
"Harry, why do you look unhappy?" Hermione asked. "Aren't you going to live with your godfather?"
"Don't mention it," Harry said sadly, "Dumbledore said that although the wanted order for Sirius in the Ministry of Magic has been lifted, the Ministry of Magic has already notified the Muggles. The wanted order over there is not easy to handle..."
"But Sirius can wear a mask, or just ask Fred and George for some magic props," Ron said, "as long as you don't expose yourself to the public, isn't that fine?"
"That's what I thought, too." Harry sighed, "But Dumbledore said he disagreed with everything, and I don't know what he thinks."
"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" said Hermione sympathetically.
"I'm fine," Harry said dryly, "it's been all these years anyway."
"By the way, Sirius has a wanted warrant, but we don't!" Ron said happily, "Harry, you must come and live with us during the holidays. I'll talk to my parents, and then I'll call you. Now I know how to call..."
"It was the phone, Ron," Hermione corrected. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."
Ron rolled his eyes and ignored her.
"There's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! What do you think, Harry?" he asked cheerfully. "Come stay at my house and we'll go to the game together! Dad can always get tickets from work."
This suggestion cheered Harry up again.
"Yeah! I bet the Dursleys would be happy to let me go... especially after what I did to Aunt Marge!"
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper and a pen, "I think I could ask Sirius if he wants to come along. There won't be any Muggles at the Quidditch World Cup, right?"
When the train arrived, Harry saw Uncle Vernon and Aunt Peggy outside the station.
Uncle Vernon and his companions were standing quite a distance away from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and they looked at them suspiciously from time to time, feeling that the two men's attire was somewhat out of place compared to the others.
Uncle Vernon's suspicions about them seemed to be confirmed when Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a welcoming hug.
"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron shouted after Harry.
Harry nodded to Ron, turned and said goodbye to Hermione, then walked towards Uncle Vernon, wheeling the trunk and carrying Hedwig's cage.
Uncle Vernon greeted him in his usual way.
"What's that?" he growled, staring at the piece of paper Harry was holding in his hands, which he hadn't yet sent to Sirius. "If that's another form for me to sign, then don't even think about it..."
"It's not a form," Harry said with a grin, "it's a letter I'm going to send to my godfather!"
"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon spat. "You don't have a godfather!"
"No, I have," Harry suddenly had a brilliant idea, "He is the best friend of my mother and father. Oh, yes, maybe you know him too... You should have heard of the name Sirius Black. There is information about him in newspapers and on TV. He is a convicted wanted criminal."
"In fact, he is not only a prisoner on the Muggle side, but also a criminal in the magical world. He has now escaped from the magic prison. The Ministry of Magic can't do anything about him, so they can only ask the Muggle government for help."
"Sirius was happy to keep in touch with me, to... to check in on me... to see if I was having a good time!"
Harry smiled widely at the horrified look on Uncle Vernon's face.
He wheeled his luggage toward the station exit, Hedwig flying swiftly ahead of him, heading together for a summer that looked like it would be much better than the previous one.
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