Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 673 The Blending of Worlds

1994, September 2,
This year, the disaster that happened on this day almost affected the whole world, making it unforgettable for people all over the world, no matter wizards or Muggles...

It has left a deep imprint on the hearts of every British wizard.

The treachery of that catastrophe was different from common sense,

Even after many years, based on the current knowledge of the wizarding world... there are still many things that cannot be clarified,
And most of the wizards who experienced that catastrophe in person kept silent.

Compared with the new generation of magic users who are full of curiosity,

The wizards who stayed in London at the time... had a more silent view on this matter... than the reticent people in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic back then.

As the saying goes,
——Scars can heal, but memories are hard to forget.

As soon as this matter was mentioned in the newspapers, it still disturbed the survivors of the catastrophe today.

But compared to the rumors that have been circulating around the world since then until now, there is one thing that cannot be argued about in that incident,

And until now...it is still being paid attention to by the magical governments of the world, powerful wizards, professors from other schools, and even some powerful Muggle leaders.

That is:
——The fusion and intersection of two worlds (the area of ​​old London and the mysterious world fragments left by ancient wizards).

No one knows how it happened.

However, all living people in London at the time were involved and had nowhere to escape.

Not only the city of London, but even the Hogwarts [Cultivation Garden], and the great existence [World Tree]... the legendary Golden Wisdom Tree was also involved in that terrible magic ceremony.

All of old London, that area... everything in this world... is swallowed up by the reflection of the new world hanging from the sky.

……

"FK—FK—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Inside the house at number four, Privet Drive, there was screaming and cursing.

At this time, everyone's mentality is on the verge of collapse.

Even Dudley Dursley came out of his bewildered daze, trying to tuck his head into his mother Petunia's arms to escape his inner fear.

Of course, with the completely opposite body shapes of these two guys, it is also known to be impossible.

It's as ridiculous as if an elephant had to be stuffed into a kangaroo's pouch.

However, no attention has been paid to this now.

Although the house is spinning... in that terrifying vortex, the furnishings in the house at No. [-] Privet Drive... the specifics are still the same as before, not much changed.

It's pretty safe here.

However, the fingernail-sized off-white beetles were densely packed on the window, separated by a layer of transparent glass...they rustled with their ferocious mouthparts...crawling around,
It almost scared the Dursleys to death.

Even the Muggle soldiers raised their guns tremblingly, aiming at that side...

Of course, they also know that it won't work, but at least this kind of behavior can comfort themselves and make them feel safe. .

As for Sirius Black, he was holding his wand and staring closely at the situation outside.

He didn't forget the scene he just saw,
The East Asian woman who made Lucius and Bellatrix bow their heads in fear before her,

Those red eyes, the strange spell...

Undoubtedly, everything that happened now must have something to do with it.

This gave him an ominous premonition.

Other Muggles...Fleck Bryce, O'Riel, Laker Treman and others didn't have a very good expression, as if they wanted to spit out.

Vernon Dursley simply looked at everything around him with red eyes, especially after seeing his own house rising from the ground, he couldn't even stand still, as if he might faint at any time.

Although their situation is critical, for a while... those brain-eating beetles and Voldemort still have no way to enter the room.

As for the situation in other places, it's a bit bad...

For example, Diagon Alley, in the Leaky Cauldron.

People here are like straws floating without roots, being torn and pulled into it by the ruthless vortex.

The vortex channel here is not the same as the [worm vortex] above Privet Road,
The vortex above them is composed of endless red mist, formed from the remaining five pillars of flesh and blood.

In the entire city of London, apart from the most gigantic vortex above the Ministry of Magic...the vortex that looks like a crack in the black abyss, there are also six vortexes distributed. They tear the entire city apart, and roll everything on the ground to the sky... ready to merge into the reflected world.

The vortex above Privet Drive is the smallest and the first to start forming,
The other five vortexes are somewhat different from the other two... They are like a tornado, directly connected to the dome, inserted into it, like some kind of pipeline, absorbing the nutrition of this world... and transporting it to that world.

And the wizards and Muggles in Diagon Alley are the most important components.

One by one, they were involuntarily drawn into the sky, into the vortex... along the arc of the spiral, they continued to rise.

McGuffin and Harry, who had regained his sanity, were also engulfed in the same way...flying in the Heavenly Palace.

McGuffin was caught up in the catastrophe before he could ask Harry a few words or transfer him to Dumbledore's side.

(The scene of Harry Voldemort just now scared many wizards in the Leaky Cauldron. After Voldemort left Harry, these idiots actually surrounded him again, yelling and wanting to know what happened to Harry, temporarily blocking the two from leaving)

What makes me happy is that McGuffin has some time now... to think about what the [Swallow Old Gods Mortal Worms Apocalypse] on his parchment system really means.

There were Muggles all around, the screams of wizards, and all kinds of lights. (They try to cast a spell to stop themselves, out of control in this vortex...)
This doesn't work.

McGuffin had already tried it.

His Levitation Curse at the [Transcendent] stage... can't control his state in this vortex, let alone other people?

Sure enough, those curses swished into the red mist, just like mud drops falling into the sea, and disappeared without even stirring up a wave.

McGuffin doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know when this vortex will end, and where it will take them...

To Voldemort?
Or bring it back to the [ancient world] that Harry once described not long ago? ...that dilapidated and abandoned world?

But he does know that he has someone to accompany him...

Hagrid's oversized leather shoes smelt of sweat... They just swirled past him as they wiped his scalp,
He could still hear Hagrid's mighty roar.

"Harry - Harry - where are you?"

Even the loud rumble in the vortex couldn't cover up the call.

McGuffin saw Hagrid's huge figure through a layer of red mist, and he was always looming beside him. He was waving his hands and feet, trying to follow the response of Harry's voice to catch him.

McGuffin adjusted a comfortable posture, put his hands behind his head, twisted his neck, made a clucking sound, his eyes flicked around, and he watched the excitement of others aimlessly.

There's a reason he's so relaxed.

Except for some unlucky guy who was hit by Hagrid's wildly swinging punch into the 'bird egg', there was no other injured guy at all. Then, in connection with Voldemort's speech earlier... It seems that the Dark Lord who made all this did not want to execute all of them in a frenzy.

……

It's just that wizards in other places are not so relaxed.

Especially Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister for Magic, who just thought things were getting better.

He's really broken down now.

"My dear Professor Albus Dumbledore, don't read..."

"I just want an answer... What are we going to do now?"

Scrimgeour suppressed the anger in his heart, stood directly in front of Dumbledore, blocked the old bee's sight with his body, and said forcefully.

From the very suspicious behavior of the old bee from the very beginning, Rufus seriously doubted that the old guy knew... Now that something like this is going to happen.

Dumbledore shook his hand, quite helplessly.

"Rufus..."

"Wait! What we have been expecting for a long time is finally about to happen..."

"what!"

"Voldemort...we are going to meet him for real," Dumbledore continued,

"Tom has been hiding in that [Reflection of the Old World]... which is the world we are going to now..."

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, then turned around... and looked around.

An area where the Ministry of Magic is located has been uprooted,

Like a small island, the underground main hall, plaza, fountain, and the office building of the Ministry of Magic... were all sucked into it by a super-giant vortex like an abyss in the sky.

Heading forward to that new world.

Scrimgeour didn't know what was waiting ahead, but after hearing the news from Dumbledore, he immediately understood what he should do...

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Agabad!" Scrimgeour shouted, telling Dumbledore's explanation to the reinforcements who had just arrived here not long ago.

He arranged a plan of action against Voldemort.

But after Scrimgeour turned around, he didn't see Dumbledore muttering a penetrating spell in a low voice after hesitating for a few more times, and then put a bloody golden ring on his finger.

There were streaks of blood squirming around the ring of the ring, piercing Dumbledore's skinny fingers one after another, sucking his blood, and after a while, pulsing towards Dumbledore's finger in the opposite direction.

This scene looks... there is an indescribably weird sense of courage.

That thing was the weird golden ring that Moody had used, the ring of [Pupil of Flesh Red], and it was also the heirloom of the Marvolo family... one of Voldemort's former [Horcruxes].

After wearing it, Professor Dumbledore, who was weak and out of breath, quickly turned red, and his two skinny hands became as thick as baby carrots within a few quarters of an hour.

Albus' figure swelled rapidly as if being flooded with water, and the originally wide robe became bulging and stretched tightly.

Muscles began to tangle up in the shriveled and thin neck,
Not to mention that old face,
The original soft silver beard, like the tail of a broomstick, stood upright...on his long face that looked decades younger.

The crescent-shaped eyes are tightly shaved on the face,

It made Dumbledore look like the Hulk in an ill-fitting robe, with eyes pretending to be gentle.

Boom!
The armchair finally couldn't bear the sudden change in Albus Dumbledore's weight, and it shattered into several pieces.

At this time, the old bee...

No, the old muscle stick was holding his own old wand, and stood up again clumsily like Hagrid.

There was a slightly playful expression on his face, and he began to keep looking at his new body.

"Ah? Ah... Ah... don't you think?"

After the sound of the armchair, Scrimgeour, who was discussing countermeasures with Professor McGonagall, Akinbad, and Kingsley... finally felt what was happening here.

They turned nonchalantly...

Then, I saw such a 'fresh and refined' scene.

—— Hulk·Crazy Robe·Sword and Fighter·Professor Gandalf Dumbledore appears! !
They were dumbfounded as they watched Dumbledore roll up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms, making the 'little mouse' jump back and forth rhythmically.

What about Voldemort... what about the fall of London... what about the survival of Muggles and the wizarding world...

At this moment, they completely forgot about it in their minds, and they all saw Dumbledore playfully posing as a 'Mr. Bodybuilder'.

This shocking scene almost destroyed the three views and reason of several people.

'Excuse me! '

'You Voldemort is so insidious, let's see... how many punches you can take. '

'Aha! ... I beat, beat, beat, beat! ! ! '

Although Scrimgeour and the others didn't have such an outrageous Chinese idea (the old muscular stick killed Voldemort with three punches) in their minds, they probably weren't too far off.

……

When Dumbledore's new state... completely shocked Scrimgeour and the others.

The rest of the city is having a tough time, and their reality is not a heartwarming story.

Even the Death Eaters holding Egyptian brain-eating beetles... and building pillars of flesh and blood in various places in the city of London have a hard time.

They were also terrified... being sucked into the sky by those huge vortices.

They begged, begged... their dark master Voldemort to forgive them.

Scream isn't just exclusive to them, though.

Rita Skeeter, who has been hiding from XZ, was also involved in one of the vortexes.

Her scream pierced through the red mist in the vortex, it was simply a fatal spell.

Fortunately, those living corpses were excluded by the huge Vortex faction, otherwise, the noise she made would definitely trigger a wave of corpses in half of London.

These rifts in the world... seem to be some kind of picky eaters, only to suck the living... Muggles and wizards... into the sky, pulling them into that new world.

But the most amazing thing is the hanging island to London.

Hermione, Ron, Professor Flitwick, and other adult students... and the floating island... were swallowed by the vortex.

Without the front axle, within a short period of time... it was swallowed by the huge bloody vortex.

Came to the black and red new land.

But behind their small island, not far away... that golden tree is still swaying with golden light, proclaiming its existence.

It, this gigantic miracle... was also brought here.

　Sorry, I have something to do.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)