Hogwarts time travel

Voldemort looked at the policeman strangely. Isn't this man the policeman just now?

They really look alike, the difference is that the eyes of the policeman in front of him are very evil, and his eyes are wandering, as if he is always thinking of some bad idea.

"What documents?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"The pass to the City of Elysium." The policeman showed a cruel smile, "You don't have one, do you?"

"Is this the City of Elysium?" Voldemort looked curiously at the chaotic market behind the policeman, "No matter how you look at it, this place has nothing to do with Elysium."

"Indulging desires without restraint, isn't this bliss?" The policeman smiled ferociously.

"But you are trapped underground, so you don't feel free, do you?" Voldemort said suddenly.

The policeman's expression froze.

The group of demons dancing wildly behind them froze.

It was as if time had stopped in the market, and everyone turned their heads stiffly, looking at Voldemort coldly.

Voldemort met their gazes calmly.

Time seems to be completely suspended at this moment, only a certain gloomy wind is left passing through the street.

The police were the first to resume their operations, looking at Voldemort with complicated eyes.

"The mayor wants to see you."

"Actually, if this place is called the City of Elysium, then he should be called the Lord of the City." Voldemort followed the police into the town, chattering about something, completely unaware of going deep into the enemy's nest.

The two came to a courtyard, which was an ordinary brick house.

Walking into the brick house and pushing open the door, there is a somewhat dark room inside.

Behind a desk, with its back facing the gate, sat the mayor.

Voldemort sat down on his seat, quietly waiting for the mayor to turn around.

Under Voldemort's gaze, the chair turned slowly, revealing the figure of a red-haired woman.

"Lily," said Voldemort.

"It seems that you have seen her." The dark version of Lily looks very capable, wearing a cowboy suit from a western movie, with a revolver pinned to her waist, and looks like a cowboy who is ready to fight at any time.

"It's really beautiful." Voldemort never hesitated to praise.

"Don't you have anything to ask?" the dark version of Lily asked.

"The first time I saw you, all my doubts were resolved." Voldemort laughed.

"Lily created this world with her magic, and used the movement of this world as the source of magic to maintain it. The fuel that supports the world's movement cannot naturally be magic power, because dead people have no magic power, and Harry is too young. Nor can it provide magic power."

"So Lily used something more precious."

"memory."

"This is also the reason why Lily's husband can't see his face. He gave up the loving memories with his husband just to protect his children." Voldemort said affectionately.

"Has anyone ever said that you're not a good listener?" Dark Lily complained, these were originally her lines.

"Nobody said it, but I did it most of the time, and I'm pretty good at speeches," said Voldemort.

"I also established a dynamic social organization, often helping old granny to cross the road and so on, so well received by all walks of life that people no longer call me by my first name, but use 'that person' as a reference. "

"Really?" Dark Lily looked at Voldemort suspiciously, always feeling that what he said was a bit watery.

"That's true," said Voldemort, "but let's not talk about that, we should say something important."

"For example, how to get you out of here."

"In order to create a perfect environment, Lily artificially isolates your negative emotions. What I want to do is to take you out and let your emotions return to normal."

"Will this hurt Lily?" Although she is Lily's negative side, she still cares about Lily.

"No." Because she is dead.

"Now Lily is in a sterile environment, which is unhealthy. Only by integrating positive and negative emotions can Lily return to a normal life." Voldemort incited.

These negative emotions do not know the truth about Lily's death, because all the memories of the outside world are kept in the depths of Lily's memory and used as energy.

Dark Lily pondered for a moment, and finally decided to help Voldemort and rush out of the sewer.

The problem now is that these negative emotions can't leave here at all.

Voldemort immediately discovered the blind spot, because the world cannot use magic, which means that what traps them is actually a Muggle trap.

Muggle trap?

Voldemort sneered, what's so difficult about it?

Half an hour later, Voldemort fell into deep thought looking at the topic in front of him.

There are 1000 bottles of wine, only one of which is poisoned.Now experiment with white mice, as long as the mice take any poisonous alcohol, they will die within 24 hours.

Ask at least how many mice are needed for the experiment to detect which bottle of potion is poisonous within 24 hours?

Isn't this just a magic spell to test the toxicity?

This answer is of course wrong, Voldemort looked at the iron gate in front of him and fell into thought.

He also returned to the manhole cover where he had come down just now, but was surprised to find that the ladder was broken, and he could only leave by unlocking the door.

Voldemort finally gave up, and he chose to use the lockpicking method.

There is a big lock on the iron gate, which can be passed as long as it is opened.

For some reason, all the residents of Elysium have never thought of using lockpicking tools. It seems that they don't have this term in their concept, and they were even more shocked and speechless when they saw Voldemort picking the lock.

The iron gate was pried open, and the residents of the City of Elysium rushed out of the sewer, yelling crazily on the streets.

The lights of the houses and shops on the street were lit, and people opened their windows curiously, looking at the strange-looking humans on the street.

A little girl in a house asks her mother, "Who are they?"

"Maybe it's the homeless bums, they're so poor," the mother said with a sigh.

The daughter suddenly became excited, pointed at the street and shouted, "I saw my mother!"

The mother looked over, and was surprised to find a woman who looked exactly like her standing on the street, holding a girl in her arms. The difference was that the expressions of both mother and daughter were extremely strange, as if they were staring at the girl from a distance. them.

Feeling a burst of fear in my heart, this is a feeling I have never felt in decades. My mother tremblingly called the police station, but there was no response.

On the other side, at the gate of the police station, Voldemort was cutting the telephone line, and nodded in satisfaction.

Without the help of the police, people in panic will further promote emotional transformation.