In the mirror space of the Mirror of Erised, there are only two people, Illya and Xingke.

After reviewing the order to the Mirror of Erised, "As long as the Star is still its owner, the time cost of everyone who uses the Mirror of Erised will be paid by the Star."

Xing immediately sat down on the sofa casually and started reading a book to pass the time.

However, Illya, who experienced time travel for the first time, seemed a little... restless and a little blushing.

After thinking about it, I finally couldn't help but raise the topic.

"Now, we have about two hours, right?"

Xingke closed the book "Faith and Magic" in his hand and decided not to read it.

"Well, although it's not the limit, the speed I adjusted this time is 1:144. However, there is currently no reference outside, so the specifics can only depend on luck."

"Geece, is this time really as bad as you say? Voldemort is no match for you, is he?"

"This catastrophe, both for me and for this era, feels that it is necessary. This is an opportunity to resolve the class conflict in the wizarding world. No one will die, but I can't guarantee that they will be injured. This belongs to all of them.

The catastrophe is also an opportunity to rise from the ashes. The Phoenix Alliance probably has this meaning too, right?"

"A scapegoat? Is that thing your back-up?"

"Yes, and it's not the only back-up. The magic item that only has an effect on immediate fatal attacks. I developed it together with a Clock Tower councilor named Fazel."

"Well, Aleister entrusted the Chamber of Commerce to find a trustworthy alchemy workshop, so I learned that you had appeared for a while."

This made Xingke feel a little embarrassed and had some urge to apologize.

"Ah... Well, I'm sorry... Ahem, Avada Kedavra's shortcomings are too big. It only targets lives. Even the life of a mouse can completely satisfy it. The stand-in doll uses this principle to deal with

The stupid Death Eaters who only know how to use Avada Kedavra are the best ones to use."

"You have thought a lot about Hohenheim. If you care about Hohenheim so much, why don't you protect it yourself?"

"Because I am a laissez-faire parent, and Hohenheim is not a baby."

"Because you find it troublesome."

"……You are really smart."

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The huge, silver, and reassuring light of the ultimate armor shrouded the entire academy, and in the corridors of the castle, all the students in the school were anxiously preparing to face their most feared enemy.

The Ministry of Magic, represented by the adults, has compromised to powerful forces, but the young people who have not yet graduated, or those who have just graduated, have not. The seeds of the future of the wizarding world have not yet.

Youth is sometimes a kind of courage and strength.

Only today did they know that the stone statues in the school are actually alive, and the oak gates of the castle are also alive.

Professor McGonagall, who is usually stern, actually cares for these students, and he also has a childish temper at heart.

As a professor of Charms, Mr. Flitwick is usually not very impressive, but at critical moments, his small stature can burst out with such powerful magical power. Maybe his elf bloodline is not fake.

At this moment, everyone can see from the window the black-cloaked Death Eaters outside the school like black clouds looming over them. Everyone also knows that they are madmen who kill without blinking an eye.

However, these little wizards did not fall into panic. On the contrary, some young men were able to put forward good suggestions:

"Seamus, can you?"

"Neville, you have to believe me. If you can block all my magic power, I believe that even an army of ten thousand werewolves is no match for me. You are the one. Aren't you afraid of attracting them?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but someone has to do it, right? But I will live, and I will tell Luna that I like her."

"...Neville, my master told me that thinking about confession and marriage before fighting is a sure way to die."

"...(Despair.jpg)"

The Death Eaters outside the campus began to attack. Hundreds of magic missiles fell on the shield of the Guardian Spell like meteors, and the war began.

At this time, Hermione and her boyfriend Ron quietly sneaked into the laboratory of their former potions professor Snape.

They came here to find the method of destroying Horcruxes that Dumbledore had reminded them when he was "alive" - ​​the basilisk fangs owned by Snape.

Before that, they had used the Sword of Gryffindor to destroy the pendant box they stole from the Old Toad Woman. Now, according to intelligence, the Hufflepuff cup in their hands was Voldemort's last Horcrux.

It is also the key to ending all this.

The two men rummaged through the boxes and finally found a fang made into a dagger shape in a box in the corner.

Moreover, there is not just one handle, but three handles.

The carefully polished tooth tip, the sword hilt made of dragon blood wood, and the practical and non-fancy snake relief.

Hermione picked up the dagger and began to look at it, and said to Ron who was in a daze next to him:

"Ron, I think something isn't right."

Only then did Ron come back to his senses:

"Aren't these the fangs of a basilisk?"

Hermione lit the light and carefully observed the patterns on the snake-tooth dagger:

"Look at the pattern here. If you look carefully, does it look like a sentence?"

"Hmm? Let me see - I offer the weapon of revenge here. What does this mean?"

"Also, if you look carefully, there is our name on the wooden handle - Harry Potter. This one is also Ron Weasley. So isn't this...ah? [Miss Know-It-All]? What is this?

?”

"Did you get your nickname, Hermione, from Snape?"

"I know this, Ron, I mean why would Snape prepare weapons for us to destroy Horcruxes? Isn't he an enemy? And... this... this is so unreasonable!?"

"Let's deal with the Horcrux first. There's no point in thinking about it now."

"Okay, take this one of yours and let's do it together."

"Well, three——"

"two--"

"one!"

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At the same time, Harry came to Dumbledore's office, he came to find the truth.

Dumbledore told him that when he reaches adulthood and returns to Hohenheim, he can get a bottle of his own tears. This will be the truth of everything, the truth that Harry wants to know most.

Not long after, Harry found it. It was in the first drawer of the table, the location Dumbledore had told him "before he died".

Pouring his tears into the pensieve, Harry took a deep breath, and then fell deeply into Dumbledore's memory...
Chapter completed!