Popular Web NovelsChapter 604 A different pathChapter 604: A Different Road
The thick flames slanted down, as if the air had become fuel for combustion, swelling and spreading instantly.
The skin all over his body was quickly burned and cracked. Voldemort's vision was completely occupied by the brilliant firelight. Blood and water vapor steamed out, and quickly turned into part of the flames. Intense pain spread from every part of his body.
Voldemort almost fell into despair. Just when he followed his body's instinct and put his hands on his abdomen to curl up, he was forcefully pulled out by a figure and something was stuffed into his hand.
The magic power of the portkey bloomed instantly, and the fire flashed away.
In the vast wilderness cemetery, the wind howls and the snow is thick. The charred and carbonized skin melts the snow water, and the white snow is dyed with a little bright red and charred black. The cold touch follows the blood flowing throughout the body, the nerves gradually become numb, and the sharp pain penetrates into the soul. gradually lessened.
After an unknown amount of time, in this harsh winter wilderness cemetery, he finally regained some strength and struggled to sit up.
The wilderness of Little Hangleton still looks familiar. It still retains the ruins of churches and graves. There are broken tombstones everywhere, most of them are exposed on the ground, and a small part has not been excavated. , which once helped him regain his life, are now clung to by weeds and vines, weighed down beneath the snow.
The branches are covered with snowflakes, and the endless white snow stretches as far as the eye can see. Looking at the small Hangleton village with smoke curling up in the distance, the cold wind passing through the air is particularly refreshing.
Under the tombstone engraved with "Tom Riddle", a translucent gray-black mist lingered there. The magic power was weak, like a candle swaying in the wind. It was a ghost, trapped by the world of death. The ghost of rejection.
Voldemort looked at this scene and was stunned for a few seconds. The scene that had plunged him into despair not long ago flashed in his mind, and some long-standing memories also surfaced in his mind.
That was about sixteen years ago. He was hit by a rebounding curse without warning. The same body was destroyed, and the same ghost remained.
Voldemort remembered the scene of instructing Snape to refine the Horcrux. At that time, he just had a whim and the idea of experimenting, but he never expected that it would play a role at this time.
But compared to his gratitude to Snape, he felt more humiliation and hatred in his heart.
Voldemort walked under the tombstone and let out a heart-piercing hoarse roar, standing in the melting snow.
"Dumbledore!"
...
"A Death Eater suddenly broke out, activated the portkey and took them away!"
"Yes, Just a little bit close, Dumbledore can defeat him again..."
"Quiet...Williamson, issue a warning to the public immediately..."
"Delix, imprison the Death Eaters controlled by the Anti-Apparition Curse. Instead of sending them to Azkaban, just imprison them in the Inquisition of the Ministry of Magic..."
"Bertha, will All the staff who can still work were called back, organized the manpower to clean the battlefield, uncursed the wizards who were under the Imperius Curse, and notified St. Mungo's to receive the injured..."
"Amelia...Percy ..."
"..."
Rufus Scrimgeour issued orders in an orderly manner. The main hall was crowded with people, and many male and female Aurors carefully moved the petrified magic. Ministry staff and Death Eaters, the fireplaces on both sides of the wall were burning brightly, with bright green flames spitting and licking the marble.
Harry opened his eyes and woke up from his coma. Looking around in confusion, he found Ginny lying on his left and Ron lying on his right. George and Fred seemed to be more awake than him. Early in the morning, I was observing with great interest the Death Eaters who were first given skipping candy and then petrified by the basilisk.
Looking focused and enthusiastic, but most of the research directions are seriously illegal.
Harry's eyes slowly focused and he found Hermione in the corner. She was holding a notebook in her hand and was observing and recording the operation of various departments of the Ministry of Magic. Her magic robes were clean and tidy compared to other clothes around her. A messy wizard with an awkward expression, she was really out of place.
While others experienced a life and death battle, she seemed to have experienced a study tour.
Some vague fragments flashed in his mind. Harry stood up slowly and walked over slowly: "Hermione, you..."
Hermione knew exactly what he was going to ask, and before he could finish speaking, she told him in one breath: "Voldemort escaped, everyone is fine, Ginny was hit by a coma spell, Ron fell and hit his head, and he will wake up after a while. Dumbledore was upstairs communicating with Director Scrimgeour."
"Then..."
"Loren left something behind in the Department of Mysteries, so he went back to get it. Just come back."
Harry blinked and scratched his head, but in the end he didn't ask the question in his mind.
The moment before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the voice of Hermione calling the coma spell, and a basilisk figure wandering in the thick fog...
...
On the eighth underground floor, the Department of Mysteries has been ravaged by two legendary wizards. It is still in a mess. The Silent Man does not know where he lies now. The Aurors do not dare to deal with these rooms casually. They can only Simply block the scene.
Didn't you see that the famous Voldemort couldn't hold one of the doors?
Before, they ambush Death Eaters and besiege Voldemort without being injured. What if they got something wrong and ended up in these weird rooms? I don't know if the Ministry will pay pensions according to death in the line of duty. gold.
"Little guy, the front is dangerous, you can't go in!"
Outside the wooden door at the end of the corridor, the Auror who was putting up a blockade stopped an underage wizard with a gentle attitude. He recognized this person. He was a classmate of the Boy Who Lived. He broke into the Ministry of Magic with them today and was also involved in the building. The fight against the Death Eaters.
Loren smiled softly and said: "I just took back my pendant. I left it inside when I retreated."
"The Hall of Time and the Hall of Prophecy..."< br>
The Auror hesitated for a moment. There was no danger in the Hall of Time and the Hall of Prophecy. The purpose of protecting the current situation was mainly to facilitate the future repair work of the Silent Man. However, according to his observation, those time turners and prophecy balls are all full of magic power, and they do not tremble even if the repair spell is cast on them, and they have no reaction at all.
If it can't be repaired, it will be thrown into the trash.
"Okay, I only give you ten minutes. If you can't find it, don't look for it."
"Thank you very much."
Loren nodded with a gentle smile on his face, as if He looks like a well-behaved student.
Walking into the circular room, the place was filled with the smell of ruins after burning fire, surrounded by ruins mixed with wood blocks and gravel. Loren looked at the wooden door of the Hall of Time, which had been hit by Voldemort. Only scattered fragments were left, and he stepped inside. Various clocks were scattered on the ground, some were damaged, and some were still ticking evenly and firmly. A glass closet beside the wall fell to the ground, glass splashed everywhere, and various clocks were displayed in the cabinet. The Time-Turner Hourglass, only now it's untouchable.
I don't know which hourglass was broken, causing the time and space of the cabinet to fall into a time loop, and the process of breaking is constantly repeated.
Loren stood there and observed for a while, wisely not approaching, but came to the bell-shaped crystal cover in the center of the room.
A bell-shaped crystal glass cover that is almost life-size stands on a table. The continuous bombardment of magic spells has not affected it. The bright light mist airflow inside is still floating up and down. The hummingbird repeats The process of hatching, growing, dying and falling back into the eggshell.
"Time..."
Loren glanced at the hummingbird and reached out to the crystal cover. There was no unexpected touch. The surface of the crystal cover sank in, like a soap bubble. He His hand reached into the radiant mist.
The mist of light lingered around the slender hand, and a strange feeling came to mind. With a thought, the palm quickly shrunk, the nails became soft and thin and retracted into the flesh, and the skin became smoother and whiter, until the entire palm turned into a baby's. The palm of the hand then swelled back to its original size, and nails grew from the fingertips.
Without the slightest panic, Loren calmed down and focused on his hands...or rather on the mist of light. A subtle connection conveyed feedback. Under the control of his consciousness, the bright light flowed. The mist spread along the arm until it came out of the crystal cover, without any time change.
After being separated from the crystal cover, the hummingbird eggshell lost its luster and turned into an ordinary bird egg, lying quietly in the crystal cover.
The light mist is like a small snake crawling along the arm, hanging on the chest, climbing on the dolphin carved from Thuja wood, and climbing on the surface of the snake scales inlaid at the right eye.
What surprised Loren was that the mist of time was not collected into the storage space, but the golden mist seeped into the snake scales and became translucent golden gems, with dots of silver stars floating on the gems.
After thinking briefly, Loren vaguely realized something and nodded thoughtfully.
Loren came out of the Time Hall and turned to look at another wooden door. He was hit by some spells and flames. Only the upper half of the door was still intact, and only half of the mark of the flame was left. Still burning quietly.
Pushing open the wooden door, you can see the sight of various planetary satellites orbiting in front of you. The gravity that enveloped your body disappeared. With a gentle tap of Loren's foot, he floated into the planet room.
The room seems to be a simulated space environment, but breathing is smooth and the air is full. Half of Pluto was shattered, black and gray gravel floated everywhere, and the remaining half of the planet slowly rotated in the universe. .
The starry sky and the universe should be empty and lonely, but this planetary room is a bit cramped. Compared with the scene that Loren once dreamed of, although the edges are also invisible here, it lacks the majestic grandeur. There is no personal perspective to face the shock of the majestic planet.
Yes, this was not the first time he came into contact with the starry sky...
Recalling the original feeling in his mind, Loren exhaled gently, and his thoughts began to spread in this space.
Those silent darkness began to flow, like quicksand, like the undercurrent under the calm lake surface, the ripples and ripples were invisible and qualityless.
The dim planet fell to the ground. Under the dim light, the invisible starry sky gradually revealed its true appearance. The circular pit-like room was almost larger than the entire Hogwarts Castle. But it is not as good as the vast starry sky.
Under Loren's conscious control, invisible darkness gathered together, crawled along his arms, and finally attached to the surface of the snake scales at the left eye of the pendant, gradually saturating it, and finally the light faded. Turned into a light-devouring obsidian.
Some people observe death, and some realize time and space.
The pursuit of the truth about the Philosopher's Stone varies.
...
12 Grimmauld Place.
The howling wind and snow were isolated by the closed doors and windows. The remaining candles from the wedding lit up the entire underground kitchen. The cauldron floating on the flames trembled up and down, and the rich aroma of meat floated throughout the kitchen.
"The latest news from the Daily Prophet..."
The bandaged Percy paused, pushed his old father's head away slightly, stretched out the newspaper in his hand, and read slowly, " The Dark Lord is confirmed to be back! Yesterday morning, many fugitive Death Eaters showed up in Knockturn Alley to release the Mark of the Dark Lord to cover the mysterious man's attack on the Ministry of Magic...
"In the words of Lu, Director of the Auror Office Under the command of Firth Scrimgeour and Assistant Minister Bertha Jorkins, the Auror ambush achieved great results. Later, due to the support of the Knockturn Alley Death Eaters, some Aurors and staff were petrified, and St. Mungo's magical injuries were The Military Hospital is closely discussing the treatment plan with Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts..."
"The mysterious man escaped unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic declared emergency martial law, and Dumbledore issued another warning..."
"The former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, seriously violated relevant regulations, was greedy for power and ignored the safety of the wizarding community because of his personal tendency to activate the functions of the Ministry of Magic to cover up the early warning issued by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Wantonly tarnishing Dumbledore's reputation...After deliberation with the Wizengamot, it was decided to remove Cornelius Fudge from the position of Minister, activate emergency regulations, and replace him with Rufus Scrimgeour..."
Arthur, who was closely involved in the whole incident, shook his head, feeling deeply proud, but when he saw Molly's glance, he quickly lowered his head and continued reading the newspaper.
Percy didn't push away this time. He injured himself because of his impulsiveness and was still wearing a bandage.
"There are still many doubts about this incident that have not yet been clarified... The basilisk that once appeared in New York and Devon appeared again, causing the greatest damage in this battle..."
Mo Li glared at the father and son coldly, then turned back and concentrated on controlling the heat of the broth. Although Voldemort was not completely eliminated in this battle, Dumbledore's wisdom and power gave all wizards a shot of sedative.
Beside the dining table, Ron was happily recounting their heroic deeds in breaking into the Ministry of Magic. When Marjorie asked about the specific battle process in the main hall, Ron got stuck and hesitated. Keep making it up.
"Perhaps Loren and Hermione will know the specific situation." Harry scratched his head, his tone hesitant.
Loren and Hermione went on vacation to New York, and a basilisk appeared in New York; they went to watch the Quidditch World Cup, and a basilisk appeared in the camp; this time there were two people at the scene again, and they were neatly dressed. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he wasn't sure.
"It's a pity that they went home directly. We can only wait until next semester starts to ask more questions..."
The candlelight is still flickering.
Ignoring their chirping noise, Betty sat at the dining table and stared at her newly married husband. Her eyes reflected the candlelight, and her eyes were shining. She said softly: "Let's have a baby."
Sirius was stunned. Before he could react, he heard Kreacher's excited cheers coming from upstairs.
"Okay, Kreacher is going to have a little master!"
Feeling all the eyes in the underground kitchen focused on him, Sirius' face darkened:
" Kreacher!"
(End of this chapter)
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