[HP] Time Corner

Chapter 13 Chaos Follow-up

The Weasleys.

Mr. Weasley, who had just returned and was warmly given a worried hug by Mrs. Weasley, was browsing the "Daily Prophet".

"I knew it would be like this," Mr. Weasley knocked on the table. "The Ministry of Magic panicked... lax law and order... high-ranking officials for personal gain... the release of Azkaban prisoners... a disgrace to the country... Who wrote this? Ah... of course she... Rita Skeeter."

"I'm afraid the world will not be chaotic." Percy Weasley muttered dissatisfied.Mr. Weasley, who had read to the end, suddenly widened his eyes.

"Listen to this passage:

Those wizards panicked and waited with bated breath for news by the woods, hoping to be comforted by the Ministry of Magic, but they were sadly disappointed.Shortly after the Dark Mark appeared, a Ministry of Magic official appeared and declared that no one had been harmed, but declined to say more.It remains to be seen whether his words will be enough to quell rumors that several bodies were brought out of the woods an hour later. "

"Oh dear," said Mr. Weasley exasperatedly, slapping the newspaper on the table, "no one was harmed indeed. Rumors of bodies being brought out of the woods... Well, now that she's written this Rumors like this will definitely spread.”

He sighed deeply. "Molly, I have to go to the office. This matter needs to be clarified."

Harry was busy chatting with his new pen pal.

"When I heard about the World Cup, there was a commotion, are you okay? -DtoH"

"Nothing happened. But - when I woke up on Saturday morning, my scar was sore, even though it was a dream. But three days later, the Death Eaters marched, and the symbol of Voldemort appeared in the sky again .It feels weird - HP.

PS: Can you tell me who you are?It feels like we should be familiar. "

The owl flew away, and Harry tapped himself on the head, maddened to have told this to a stranger.Although, well, he doesn't look like a bad guy, but he's a stranger anyway!Why do I always feel that he is trustworthy?Harry was completely confused.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The sound of an owl pecking at the window.

"Oh, you proud little guy again, what did your little master bring to me?" Harry looked at the big package, a little puzzled.The owl threw down the burden and glared at him arrogantly.Harry opened the package. It was a text message and a book called Basics of Occlumency.Harry shook the book in his hand and began to read the text message:

"Dear Harry:

I'm sorry to tell you that I can't tell you my identity yet, but I don't think it will be too long.

I asked my godfather about your question - of course I didn't mention your name, and he said that it might be due to the dark magic that caused the two souls to connect.Occlumency can effectively sever this connection.This is what I found in the family library, hope it helps you. "

After reading the short message, Harry held the tome, feeling warm in his heart.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco would cat in the family library every day, delving into the family collection that he had barely touched in his previous life.

——Harry's question made him very confused. In his previous life, he and Harry had a tit-for-tat relationship. It can be said that they knew each other very well, but he never knew that Harry had the hidden disease of scar pain.Obviously, black magic damage is also closely related to the Dark Lord, another very threatening variable, ha!

The scar hurts, the scar hurts, the soul hurts, the soul heals, the soul splits, and then—horcruxes! ! !Merlin's socks! ! ! !Don't tell him it really is that one! ! ! ! !

Draco has been depressed recently, and his whole body seems to be covered by a dark cloud.

Lucius was also depressed.The son didn't tell him anything, saying that since the awakening of Draco's bloodline, he has become more and more mysterious, and even his whereabouts have become weird.This made the platinum noble who wanted to know his son very frustrated, sad, and helpless—the son didn't even kiss him anymore! ! !

"Luke, that's your son, I don't know if I don't know how to ask!" The platinum nobleman has been pulling his face these days. Narcissa found it funny at first, but now he can't help but growl—really, face pulling So the elder, and the son can't see it, what's wrong with bullying honest people? !

"Xiaolong, I think you should give me an explanation. About, why you left the family residence without permission, and, you can apparate, I don't remember teaching you this? Your poor old father is very sad." Della Ke helplessly looked at his father who was pretending to be sad. Could it be that he has been so obvious these days?Dad is starting to act cute!

Draco has also been thinking about this matter, and now, "I think, father, you would rather see it with your own eyes."

He pulled out his memory.

The grievance and helplessness of being forced to be marked with the Dark Mark; the horror of seeing Dumbledore fall from the tower with his own eyes, the despair and helplessness during the trial, and the heartbreaking pain of Potter's death...

When he withdrew from that memory, Lucius' complexion was pale, his poor son, the son he grew up in the palm of his hand, how could he go through this!He hugged his son who had endured too much tightly, his voice trembling: "Xiaolong."

"Dad, I'm fine, I've survived that time, let alone now—you're all here, you're all fine." Draco hugged his father's waist tightly.

"Xiaolong, you came back from the future, do you know..."

"I don't know, Dad, I believe it's a gift from Merlin."

"No, this seems to be the magic of time. Think about it, time converter, you can reverse time slightly. And—" Lucius paused, "The Potter family are descendants of Peverell, they The inheritance doesn't stop there," Lucius pondered, "—the Deathly Hallows."

……

finally--

"Dad, what's the result of Barty Crouch Jr.'s trial?" Draco was slightly worried.

"It's you who made him pass out, it's quite an excellent stun spell." Lucius gently stroked the top of his furry hair, "Naturally it's the Dementor's Kiss, execute it immediately."

School is about to start.

"A very interesting thing happened today." The corners of Lucius' mouth curled unconsciously, "About that lunatic. He said he heard someone break into his yard. He walked towards the house quietly, but was met by him ambush of dumpsters."

"What did the trash can do?" Draco asked, his father never said anything about it at the manor in his previous life.

"Make a horrible bang and blow the crap all over the place, that's all I know."

"Where's the man who broke into the yard?"

Lucius Malfoy smiled contemptuously, "Someone would sneak into his yard in the middle of the night? Maybe it was a wild cat that had suffered a defeat outside, wandering there aimlessly. I heard that he was old From then on, I became more and more suspicious, I didn’t believe in anything, and I saw black wizards everywhere I went.”

Looking at Draco's gray-blue eyes staring brightly at him, Lucius coughed very unnoblely, "Hey, little dragon, is that true? A dark wizard broke into that lunatic's house."

"Maybe. The person who broke in in the previous life was our colleague - Barty Crouch Jr."

"Merlin."

"But it's strange, little Barty is dead, why would someone break into Moody's house, will it be...?"

Lucius understood what he meant, "Although that old lunatic is a little abnormal, his magic level is quite high, so it won't happen again!" He slid his throat up and down.

"Maybe, in his previous life, Little Barty's level was not very good, but he still succeeded."

"Of course, conspiracy." The nobleman nodded knowingly, "Don't worry, Xiaolong. I will let Sif look at him, whether he is real or not. If it is fake, take polyjuice potion," Lucius said. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "That's the most outstanding potion master of our time!"

Azkaban.

Little Barty's pleading words before the trial yesterday were still in my ears: "Bella, I did not complete the lord's mission. You must find a way to get out, the master is weak, and Wormtail is unreliable, you must find a way—"

The unkempt woman raised the corners of her mouth, "What a waste—"

"However, it's time to go out." Thinking of the majestic master, the woman's dark eyes emitted a scorching light. —Master, be sure to wait for your Bella.

The author has something to say:

Now I like Father L more and more, cute and beautiful platinum beauty, drooling