HP: The New God from Hogwarts

That night, the army of Finks Island split into two groups. One group surrounded the Ministry of Magic under the cover of darkness. Under the command of Dumbledore and Taowu, they successfully destroyed the shielding device and recaptured the Ministry of Magic in just half an hour.

The other group quietly lurked near Baker Street, using magic to hide their tracks.

In the foggy early morning, Tao Wu walked slowly along the Thames. To be honest, if she had not traveled to this world, she probably would not have come to this country for a long time, nor would she have walked along this river.

She always felt that something was going to happen, so she refused Newt and Harry's request to accompany them, and left Tom's notebook to Dumbledore, asking them to guard Hogwarts.

It was still early, so she turned into the only open shop on the riverside street. It was a very retro bookstore. The decoration inside seemed to be from the last century, and there was a dim kerosene lamp hanging on the ceiling.

The owner was an old man with wrinkles on his face like the bark of an ancient tree. He was dozing off on the bar with his eyes squinted.

Tao Wu didn't wake him up and started walking around the bookstore by herself, perhaps taking home a couple of interesting novels to read.

The bookshelves were all made of very old peach wood. She could feel the traces of time when she touched it. She walked to the innermost row of bookshelves.

Her pupils suddenly contracted as she saw a row of Harry Potter series. Holding back her fear, she pulled out the first book. The story was the same as in the original world: Harry entered Hogwarts and the Philosopher's Stone was reduced to ashes under his protection.

She pulled out the last book again, wanting to see if everyone's ending was the same as the original. The book said:

Darkness swallowed up the entire sky. Wizards no longer existed, and neither did Muggles. The world was dying...

This is not right!

A book on the bookshelf above caught her attention again. The title on the spine was "Rowling's Story", and she quickly pulled the book out.

The book describes the life of Rowling, the author of the original world's "Harry Potter", and uses storytelling techniques to write her life story as a novel.

Tao Wu felt her scalp tingling. She took a deep breath and put the two books back. She caught a glimpse of a particularly strange but familiar book out of the corner of her eye.

"Parallel Worlds and Quantum Entanglement".

It stood out among the row of novels. My hand seemed to reach out for the book without my brain’s control. The author’s pen name, Taowu, was written on the title page.

Her heart was pounding. The first two pages of the book recorded the author's life. He was born into a scholarly family of the Military Control Commission. When he was six years old, his parents were killed by their enemies. At the age of fourteen, he entered the junior class of Tsinghua University. After graduation, his work was kept secret.

A flash of lightning broke through the fog in my mind.

She remembered it all.

This book was written by her, and the life story in it is also her own. She came from China in 2745, and died in a confidential research more than 700 years after the HP world.

She figured out why she was called Tao Wu, because the pen name had the same pronunciation as hers, and her own name contained the character "Wu".

In fact, her deceased parents gave her a nice name, Ye Qingwu.

She felt dazed, unable to tell what was real and what was unreal. Was the world she was in real? Did the world in the past really exist?

Which time is the real time?

She walked to the door of the bookstore in a daze, holding the book. The old man raised his head and stopped her:

"Sorry, we don't sell books here."

"sorry."

She placed the book on the bar.

The old man looked at her with a smile: "As long as your heart can truly feel it, it is real."

She walked out of the bookstore. A gust of morning breeze blew by, rolling up a few fallen leaves, which brushed across her cheeks, causing a little pain.

When I looked back again, the bookstore had disappeared and there was only a closed coffee shop.

She suddenly remembered the old man's appearance, which coincided with the appearance of her mentor in her memory. She remembered what the first sentence in her book was -

In my seventh year in the institute, I discovered the parallel world that we were researching.

The memories of the past are all real, her research is real, and her mentor is real.

Magic is real, Hogwarts is real, Newt is real, and so am I.

As long as your heart can truly feel it, it is real.

Perhaps her mentor used some method to briefly appear in this space and time, telling her that everything she saw was true and hoping that she could live a good life in this world.

When the MPs arrived at the meeting room of Baker Street House, there was a young girl sitting at the head of the table.

In her left hand was a wand, and in her right was a strange-looking gun.

They saw her standing up and smiling at them.

"Good afternoon, let me introduce myself first, my name is Tao Wu, and -

I am a wizard."

"Where did this child come from? Who brought the child here? How dare you make such a silly joke in this kind of situation? Guards! Come and take this child away!"

Everyone thought she was a congressman's child playing a prank. A bald man walked to the door angrily and shouted outside.

Tao Wu picked up the wand and pointed it lightly, and the door of the conference room slammed shut. The bald man was so scared that he fell to the ground. Others tried to open the door but failed.

"No matter who you are, open the door right now!"

"That's right, even if you are a wizard, so what! How many wizards have been killed in the witch hunts? What's more, you are just a child! Don't try to scare us!"

They were clamoring and treating wizards as terrorists, but they were not too afraid of Taowu.

She picked up the gun in her right hand and pulled the trigger at the bronze statue of Jesus in the middle of the conference room.

The statue was reduced to dust in a huge explosion. She looked at the two groups of people who were trembling in silence with satisfaction.

"Now, can we talk?"

The conference table and chairs were splashed with fragments of the bronze statue, but no one dared to despise it. They quickly sat down under Tao Wuhe's kind gaze.

She had seen many of the people here in Muggle newspapers. They were leaders of various countries.

"I want to talk about how wizards and ordinary people can live in harmony. I think this is a very meaningful topic."

Someone immediately objected: "Impossible, we refuse to coexist with evil creatures like wizards!"

"Yes! We firmly oppose it!"

"Mr. Vincent, tell her we refuse!"

The organizer of this meeting, Secretary-General Vincent, sat there without saying a word.

"Mr. Vincent, your daughter, Miss Emily Vincent, should be in the sixth grade at Ilvermorny now. She is a wizard like me."

There were also some people present who had brothers or sisters or children who were wizards. They all looked at Vincent with expectation.

But another group of people looked at him with hatred, as if he were a traitor.

Vincent said quietly, "I've heard of you. You were mentioned in my daughter's school history. You are a wizard who controls the power of time. You have a weapon in your hand that is powerful enough to destroy the world."

"That's right, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here."

"Actually, I think-"

Before Vincent could finish his words, the ground began to shake violently and a terrible roar came from the suburbs, like the roar of an ancient demon.

The sky outside had turned completely dark.