Zhou Zhou looked in surprise as the tabby cat transformed into Professor McGonagall disappeared in front of him. It was not a snap of the way, but gradually transparent, as if the cat itself did not realize its own changes.

"What's wrong?" Melop looked at Zhou Zhou with confusion.

"Didn't you see a tabby cat just now?" Zhou Zhou quickly explained when he saw them looking unknown.

"No." Merlop opened his eyes curiously.

Zhou Zhou had no choice but to look at the shaman, hoping that she could testify for him: "Did you see Professor McGonagall's change?"

"What are you talking about?"

What surprised Zhou Zhou was that the shaman also looked at him with an inexplicable expression.

Zhou Zhou uched a long time, and his mind turned sharply. He suddenly thought of a possibility and asked for verification: "Shaman, do you know Professor McGonagall?"

The shaman rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "What the hell are you talking about? I have never heard of this person. Is she very famous?"

After getting the expected answer, Zhou Zhou suddenly understood everything. The future Death Eaters understood the meaning of the time and space gate, and returned to the past and killed Professor McGonagall, who was still a child. In this way, all the memories related to Professor McGonagall were cleansed, and even the memories of the Shaman, a person from other worlds, changed.

The Harry Potter movies and novels she saw should have no role as Professor McGonagall.

The movie world has influenced the main world!

But why does he remember McGonagall?

Zhou Zhou guessed that it might be related to the great karma.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Zhou Zhou had not responded, the shaman spoke.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhou Zhou came back to his senses and said, "You just said to hide in China? I have a better place to go."

"Where to go?" The shaman selected another magic wand made of Higashiki, Phoenix Feather Core, and the two magic wands that had been selected, she already had three magic wands.

"Go to join the Death Eaters and the others." Zhou Zhou said.

"Will you leave the UK?"

"I always feel that Abuforth and the others will find us. After all, anything can happen in the magic world. And she will not be able to give birth to a child if she is old. When her belly is big, it will be inconvenient to move, so instead of running around, it is better to find a backer."

"They won't kill us, right?"

"Voldemort would not hurt his mother."

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Thousands of miles away, on a cold island somewhere in the North Sea.

The island is gray and desolate, with exposed stones all over the place, without a tree or a whistle of animals, and it seems that even the fish are unwilling to get close to it.

A gloomy and terrifying atmosphere enveloped the entire island.

In the middle of the island, there is a prison in the form of a castle, and countless dementor fish swim around the castle.

These dementors suck the happiness and happiness of prisoners, allowing prisoners in prison to review their most unfortunate moments over and over again.

This is Azkaban, the Wizard Prison.

Werewolf Fenriel Grebke recalled his failed life. Seeing the Dark King defeated Dumbledore and occupied Hogwarts, the werewolf clan would not have to hide in the dark, but he returned to being trapped in Azkaban sixty years ago.

Azkaban is almost his second home. He has been locked up here many times. After the last time he escaped, he bit his guard's son Lupin.

Lupin, the little boy from the Order of the Phoenix.

He should have also experienced the pain of our tribe. Why can humans eat sheep and cattle, but his tribe cannot eat people openly.

Thinking of this, he shivered in anger, and the heat brought by his trembling muscles made him no longer feel so cold.

While Fenriel was huddling in the cell, trembling, two people suddenly appeared in the prison corridor.

Fenriel stood up in surprise, threw himself on the fence, and said excitedly: "Master Dark Lord! You come to save me! I knew, I knew you wouldn't forget me..."

Fenriel's surprise expression was stiff there, and Voldemort passed by him directly, without giving him a single glance, only Snape glanced at him coldly and condescendingly.

"grown ups------!?"

The Dark Lord Voldemort stopped in front of another cell, curled up in the depths of the cell, Fenriel sixty years ago.

The Dark King put his wand into the fence, and a warm white light lit up at the top of the wand, illuminating the entire cell and illuminating the trembling prisoners in the cell.

The prisoner's face was covered with thin hair and his eyebrows grew into a thread. It was indeed the werewolf Fenrier.

The Fenriel who didn't know Voldemort yet.

"Avadassomim," shouted Voldemort.

A green light shot Fenrier, and werewolf Fenrier stopped trembling.

His death brought a chain reaction. In 50 years, the father of the wizard Lupin will not meet Fenriel, nor will the werewolf Fenriel break into the bedroom through the window and bit the eleven-year-old Lupin.

The honest Lupin will not join the naughty James Porter and Sirius after entering Hogwarts.

He became the chief and was incompatible with James Porter, who always violated school rules.

Fate turned a corner, and he did not become a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

He would not follow Abuforth to participate in this expedition.

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Inside the Pig/Head Bar.

Abuforth poured a glass of butterbeer in one breath and burped.

He looked quietly at the vacant seat in front of him, knowing that there should be someone sitting there.

Remus Lupin

Now he disappeared, just like McGonagall, no one else realized that their history had been tampered with and erased. Only he, the old man who casts a spell to open the time door, still remembers their deeds.

Although his companions either died or left, Abuforth was not angry, and too many of his comrades died in the process of fighting the Death Eaters.

This is not the first time he has seen his companions, friends, and relatives die.

He is already numb.

He was just desperate and felt that everything was irreversible.

He poured another glass of butterbeer into it.

Anger suddenly surged up.

—————Why are we losing all the time?

Aren't they just? Is Albus not as good as Voldemort?

There was a vague answer in his heart, an answer he didn't want to admit.

It was Albus Dumbledore who murdered Minerva McGonagall, and they all ruined their comrades.

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—————We dare not use the unforgivable spell, nor dare to use the black magic.

———————We are always afraid that if we use black magic, we will become a bad person like Voldemort.

Can you win by using such magic?

Abufort told himself with certainty in his heart that Voldemort was no more profound than his brother. Albus knew all his black magic, including the soul-breaking spell and the creation of the Horcrux, but Albus had never used it.
Chapter completed!