"Ivan, he…he doesn't seem to be dead…" Hermione stammered.
Ivan turned his head in confusion, following Hermione's gaze to the black-robed wizard on the ground, and remembered that he had petrified an enemy with his serpentine eyes.
However, it was clear that the creature was lucky enough not to be hit by a falling rock while unconscious, or die from the aftermath of magic.
"Get this potion down his throat, quick!" After a moment's thought, Ivan held Alicia in one hand and handed Hermione a bottle of Anti-Petrification Potion from his robes.
Bewildered, Hermione did as she was told, noting that the petrification seemed to be wearing off after she drank the potion.
Before Hermione could figure out why Ivan was doing this, she was dragged out of the Dark Arts shop.
Hermione glanced back at the hellish interior of the wizarding shop and, for some reason, thought of Sybill Trelawney's prophecy.
You are… a… slaughter! Blood… hell!
Or perhaps: You will witness a massacre! Blood like hell on the ground!
Understanding dawned on Hermione, and she mentally filled in the missing pieces of the prophecy, remembering how she had handed the cup of tea to Ivan and then had Professor Trelawney interpret it for her.
Some thoughts flashed through Hermione's mind, but she quickly refocused her attention on Ivan, who was dragging her along. "Where are we going?"
"Go somewhere and find a fucking bastard!" Ivan said through gritted teeth, thinking of Dougett, who had shut him out.
He would never have guessed that Doggett was a Death Eater!
And there could be a link to the attack…
Ivan was furious at the thought. He would not let Doggett get away this time…
Shortly after they left, the petrified black-robed wizard in the Dark Arts shop suddenly moved, and his pale face gradually became ruddy.
After regaining consciousness, the black-robed wizard covered his head, his body still stiff. He struggled to get up, picked up his wand, and looked around at the hellish scene…
Where are we? What's going on here?
The black-robed wizard almost didn't recognize the shop he was searching for.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind him. The black-robed wizard, who had just woken up, turned around and saw a pair of orange eyes…
Those… those eyes again!
The moment they looked into each other's eyes, the black-robed wizard felt as if his soul had been separated from his body, and all his thoughts had vanished.
But how could that be?
It was just a little ghost…
…
On the other side, Ivan and Hermione run all the way to Doggett's house,
"You wait here!" Ivan ordered, leaving Alicia in Hermione's care while he put on the Cloak of Invisibility and extended his wand to the front door.
"Alohomora!" read Ivan softly, and the locked door swung open with a soft click.
Yvonne gently pushed the door open and stepped cautiously inside.
Even though he had the impression that Doggett was no match for him, there was something strange about Doggett's behaviour that day. Ivan wondered how much this thoughtful man was hiding from him.
Perhaps the identity of a Death Eater is just one of the many things that have been disguised for so long…
The hall was a mess, no different from the last time he was there. After a few steps, Ivan spotted Doggett.
Unlike what he had expected, however, Dougster was sitting on a large chair, snoring drunkenly. His face was covered in wine stains, and he was still wearing the same weird robe with one long sleeve and one short sleeve. One of his feet was leaning carelessly against the table, and there were a large number of empty wine bottles scattered around him and on the floor…
He looked drunk…
Ivan stared at Doggett, his expression unreadable… was this the Death Eater he had been guarding against, the one who had been so deep in thought and disguise for over a decade?
Ivan rushed to Dougett in disbelief, grabbed his left sleeve, and pulled it open, revealing the faint black mark of a skull…
A serpentine snake slithered out of the skull's maw and formed an inner ring around its wrist.
"Death Eater Mark!!" Ivan exclaimed to himself. He had been right about what he had seen the other day!
Looking at the drunk and unconscious Doggett, Ivan's face darkened. He could now send him to hell with a single spell!
However, given how drunk Doggett was, how could he possibly talk to his past self afterwards…
"Ivan!" Hermione hurriedly helped Alicia into the room and then closed the door behind her.
"What is it?" Ivan frowned. He had told Hermione to wait outside.
"I saw you coming this way…you should be outside the door by now! Let's use the Cloak of Invisibility to find a place to hide!" Hermione said anxiously to Ivan.
Ivan nodded, but then a thought struck him and he spoke.
"No, we can't hide!"
"Why?" Hermione asked curiously. All they had to do was put on the Cloak of Invisibility and hide in an inconspicuous corner.
"Because I'm going to blow this place up later!" Ivan said with a headache.
Why did you blow this place up? Hermione gave Ivan an odd look, but quickly realised that he was referring to his past self.
Ivan had a vague memory of asking Dougett here three months ago to find a way to save the life of a "dead" Alicia, only to be mocked and ridiculed by the bastard.
However, it was clear that things were different now than they had been in the past, as Doggett, the bastard, had been passed out drunk.
Could the past have been changed? Had he entered a parallel universe?
When the Time-Turner's time is up, which dimension will he return to?
Yvonne was at a loss as to what to do. There was already the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and in her panic, Yvonne suddenly remembered something and touched the pocket of her wizard's robe.
"Wait… I think I have a bottle of Polyjuice Potion!"
The potion he had given the black-robed witch was a Polyjuice Potion that his future self Hermione had passed on to him, and the one he had made himself had not been used and had been kept with him…
Yvonne hesitated. It had been a long time, and he had lost control of his emotions, so he couldn't remember everything Dougatt had said to him, let alone every word…