HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Snape is dead.

It was just a small thing in a world that was about to end, and no one cared except Harry and Dumbledore.

"I should have pulled him back." Harry leaned against the wall, looking out the window at the churning black sea.

Tao Wu and Harry returned to Hogwarts, and the destination of the portkey was Dumbledore's office.

"I think he is happy. He has got what he wanted." Dumbledore walked to the side of the Pensieve.

Snape is a true hero -

Death was a great subject for him.

"Become a hero, and then die." He placed his wand against his temple and gently pulled out a thin thread of silver light. "I always pull painful memories out of my brain. Maybe you can try it, Harry."

His hand trembled, and the light thread slipped from the tip of the wand and merged into the Pensieve. "It's just sad that I can't even give him a proper funeral."

Harry had no expression on his face, he just shook his head numbly: "No matter how painful it is, it is still my memory. If we all forget him, he will be truly dead."

Taowu and Harry took some of Snape's belongings from the office and built a tombstone for him in Godric's Hollow. He must have wanted to return to his friends in the end.

The situation became worse and worse. Ghatanothoa grew bigger, and its huge scarlet eyes could shatter the earth. America's army mobilized all its thermal weapons, even nuclear weapons, and was determined to perish with it even if it meant sacrificing a state.

Something even more despairing happened. Ghatanothoa swallowed the nuclear bomb, and the Muggles' thermal weapons were of no use to it. Snape's sharp sword could only cut off a few insignificant tentacles of such a behemoth, which was no different from scraping.

The death toll is increasing every day, but this is not the worst. What is worse is that the witch hunter organization is still hunting wizards, and they don't even let go of the Muggles who stand on the side of the wizards.

Ilvermorny was destroyed.

Durmstrang no longer exists. If it had not been destroyed by Grindelwald a hundred years ago, it would still have ceased to exist today.

Will Hogwarts or Beauxbatons be next?

Ghatanothoa has come to Europe, He has crossed the sea, and nothing can stop Him.

Jacob really didn't want to see anyone die anymore, so he decided to talk to the leader of the witch hunters again. Maybe there was a way to make this monster disappear.

For his safety, Newt and Queenie followed him to a place called the Tower of Heaven, which was the real base of the witch hunters.

They were blindfolded and taken to a pure white conference room to prevent them from revealing the secrets of the base.

After taking off the blindfold, they saw a man in a cloak and a silver mask whose face could not be seen clearly sitting on the leather sofa opposite them. The witch hunter leader who had made an appointment with Jacob was standing beside him, half bent over and looking respectful.

There was also a handsome red-haired man in a tuxedo standing tall behind the sofa. Newt thought he looked familiar.

"If this continues, the world will be completely destroyed. Please let Ghatanothoa leave our planet." Jacob went straight to the point and bowed his fat body forward to express his earnest request.

The man crossed his legs and took the teacup handed to him by the servant. "Ghatanothoa? Oh, you gave the god such a name. He will not leave."

Newt stood up suddenly: "Why are you doing this? You hate wizards so you kill them, that's fine, but why don't you let go of irrelevant Muggles and even this world!"

The man smiled sinisterly: "From Grindelwald, to World War I and World War II, to Voldemort, whether it is Muggles or wizards, they are constantly destroying and causing pain. This world has no meaning at all-"

"Why not, let me destroy it, so that no one will suffer anymore."

"No, it's not like that! Even though there will be death and pain, people on this planet are still full of hope and want to live!" Jacob participated in two world wars, and no one has more say about war and pain than him.

Newt noticed different details, "You know Grindelwald and Voldemort?"

He fixed his eyes on the masked man: "You are not a Muggle, you are a wizard!"

The man looked at him with contempt: "Yes, I am a wizard, so what?"

Newt couldn't understand. He said angrily, "Then why did you do such a terrible thing? Why did you point your weapon at your own kind?"

"Same kind? This world, whether it's wizards or Muggles, is full of betrayal and pain. I don't have any kind of people. Not wizards, not Muggles either."

Queenie stared at the man, trying to use her talent to read his true intentions and inner secrets.

She vaguely saw the figure of a girl——

"I know you, a natural Legilimency." The man looked at Queenie with cold eyes, "Don't try to pry into my heart. My pain is not something you can understand."

"If you don't open your heart and just let that monster destroy you, how can anyone understand you? My sister and I have also suffered tremendously." She slowly approached the man, trying to impress him with her own experience.

She looked back at Jacob and said, "When I tried to believe in a pure soul, he freed me from my pain and saved me from my fall!"

"You can try to trust us, maybe we can understand your pain!"

"Understand? My pain?" The man laughed as if he heard a joke.

Queenie's hair stood up all over her body. She looked at Newt helplessly, not knowing what was wrong with him.

"You want to understand my pain? Then feel it for yourself!" The man waved his hand in the air, and the sleeves of his robe rustled.

Queenie suddenly felt a severe pain gripping her heart. She could hardly stand and collapsed on the wool carpet.

Her body was alternately freezing cold and burning like fire. It felt like a thousand vixens were gnawing at her brain, and her bones seemed to be shattered one by one.

She fell to the ground in agony, her face turning pale, and she gulped for air, trying to relieve the pain with oxygen.

"Who is that girl?" Queenie still couldn't forget the figure she had just seen.

The lower half of the man's face showed anger: "You don't deserve to know about her!"

"what!"

Queenie screamed. Her body was under tremendous pressure, as if she was going to be crushed into a block like a compressed biscuit. The pain from her bones made her twist and struggle on the ground.

"What have you done to Queenie!"

Seeing his lover in pain, Jacob lost his mind, he pulled out his pistol and rushed forward.

A green killing curse shot out from behind the man and hit Jacob who was rushing towards him.

The always cheerful old fellow fell straight down with a dull thud on the wool carpet, his eyes still wide open, looking in Queenie's direction.

The world suddenly became quiet. Newt and Queenie stared at Jacob on the ground, as if they had not yet realized what had happened.

The man smiled and praised behind him.

“You did great, Percy.

now--

Go and get rid of those two who are in the way."

"Yes."