Hogwarts time travel

He has the name Jack in his memory. Could it be that this weirdo was created by Jack?

Creating life sounds incredible, but in the eyes of wizards, it is actually not earth-shattering.

Not to mention, the basilisk killed by Loya with a rooster is the artificial life created by the wizard.

Here I want to explain that the "creation of life" mentioned here refers to the creation of a brand-new new species that has never appeared in nature, rather than the birth of life. After all, this is not uncommon. There are millions of newborns every year. The child was born.

These created lives, because they are not the product of natural evolution, often have some fatal weaknesses, but at the same time they are extremely powerful in certain aspects.

Generally speaking, a life that is weak in all aspects will not be created, but where is the strength of this weird person in front of him?

Loya looked at his slender fingers like branches, imagining how he was flexibly manipulating the experimental equipment and doing experiments with these deformed palms.

Could it be that this guy's forte is doing experiments?

Loya felt that Jack was not so boring.

A young, ambitious up-and-coming wizard who would create a life of lackluster waste?

The back of the diary is full of thoughts about his own situation. It can be seen that although the guy in front of him looks very similar to a monster, he has a very rich inner world, but he doesn't know why he is unwilling to communicate with Hermione.

The last time of the diary was a day ago, and the handwriting was already very scribbled, so I couldn't tell what was written.

Could it be that the weirdo completely lost the ability to communicate with people a day ago?

Hermione suddenly moved the long table away with her wand, revealing a small door inlaid into the wall behind it.

Without much hesitation, Hermione opened the small door and walked down the dark steps behind the door step by step.

The stairs twist and turn, and finally the view suddenly opens up after reaching the bottom.

There was a cave in front of him, with crystal lights shining on the walls, reflecting the objects hanging on the walls by iron chains.

The object was long and swayed slightly under the influence of the turbulent airflow in the cave, like a flower swaying in the dark.

"Fly!" Hermione pointed at the object, and the chain of the object snapped, fluttering down in front of Hermione.

The long object was wrapped in a white cloth bag, and suspicious red liquid was still stained on the dirty white cloth.

Hermione stayed away under Roja's instruction, and opened the bag with magic.

The moment it was opened, a stench permeated the entire area, causing Hermione to take a few steps back unconsciously and see the contents of the bag clearly.

It was a pile of human tissue, divided into different parts by unknown means, and scattered in bags.

With just a glance, Loya saw a head, two hands, two legs, and a torso that became a lump.

Interesting, not three hands, four legs?

In other words, this bag is a person.

And there are at least dozens of such bags hanging on the walls of the cave, blown by the strange wind in the cave like banners calling for souls.

If it's just a bag full of human tissue, it's nothing. After all, this is the lair of serial killers. It's not surprising that any abnormal things happen here.

But the strange thing is that in the next few bags that were removed, the appearance of the victim inside was very similar, or it was simply the same person.

A pale man.

If this man does not have twin brothers, then these victims are likely to be one person.

Of course, conventional means cannot kill the same person so many times, but what if it is unconventional?

clone!

Luo Ya subconsciously thought of this word.

Reminiscent of the diary of the weirdo outside, the name that once appeared in his memory.

Could it be that the strange man outside is actually a clone of Jack himself?

The corpses in front of me...

Roja was thoughtful, but Hermione didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, but her face was slightly pale. After all, she was not Roya, and she could hide in a different dimension. She had to face this kind of mental shock.

"Let's get out of here, I think I know how to find Jack," Loya said.

Hermione left the cave as if fleeing, and returned to the upper room, and only then breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, even the dark and messy room suddenly became warm.

Loya signaled Hermione to untie the weirdo, took over Hermione's body just before he launched an attack, and spoke calmly.

"Do you want to know who you are?"

The weirdo stopped.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the philosophical proposition of "who am I" is purely a question that only those who are full can think about, but for a weirdo, it is the most important thing in his life.

Just imagine, when you open your eyes one day, you find yourself in a strange place, unable to leave, and unable to call for help from the outside world, what is even more frightening is that you have even forgotten who you are, so you have no way of knowing who you are Why are you locked up here.

At this time, "who I am" has become more important than eating and sleeping, because it is related to my own eating and sleeping, and whether it is meaningful to maintain life.

I don't even know who I am, what's the difference between being alive and a pile of protein?

The reason why human society develops is because it separates "you" and "I". With distinction and competition, it will move forward. Although the road ahead may not be the right one, it is always moving forward. , which is a good thing.

"You are Jack." Loya said, and tapped his brow with a magic wand.

Broken memories flooded in like a tide, and then were combined and stitched together by magic, barely forming a rough outline, but it also made him understand his situation.

"I'm...Jack, but I'm not." The weirdo's face became even uglier, "I'm an experiment, a failed experiment, locked here and forgotten."

"Who cloned you?" Loya asked.

"Jack, that's me."

Although he already had an answer in his heart, Luo Ya still frowned unconsciously after knowing the result.

How long has Jack been a wizard, where does he have the ability to make so many clones?

Just as he was thinking, there was a shrill howl from outside, like countless wild beasts tossing back and forth outside, but this was actually the cavity created by the magic power surging in the passage, and the sound of the wind.

The magic circle is activated!

Blood-red lines appeared on the wall at some point, covering the entire wall like a spider web, dyeing the entire room scarlet.

"Ahhhh-"

The strange man fell to the ground suddenly, because his legs had been broken by an unknown force, and all the joints of his body began to twist and turn, and soon blood gushed out from his seven orifices, and he lost all vitality.

"Loya, I'm not feeling well." Hermione frowned.