In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 504 502. Then let us set off!

After hearing Harry read out the headlines of the Daily Prophet, Ron, who had already killed Seamus on the chessboard, couldn't help but raise his head in surprise.

"Have they not given up yet? Everyone is convinced that the Dark Lord is dead. He has not appeared again for 16 years since that night."

Harry put away the newspaper and continued to stroke the brand new wand in his hand with satisfaction and admiration while answering.

"But doesn't it happen a few times every year? From time to time, the former followers of the Dark Lord will claim that their master has returned, but every time we find out that it is just a farce."

Ron recalled it carefully.

"Let me think about it. When Professor Quirrell returned from a trip in the first grade, he was discovered by the Ministry of Magic that he had sneaked into the Ministry of Magic and used the Imperius Curse on employees of a mysterious department. We helped the Aurors capture him. After he got up, he actually said that he had been instructed by the Dark Lord. But in fact, the Ministry of Magic detected that he was lying, and he became greedy and wanted to make a fortune."

"When we were in second grade, we caught the Malfoys hiding dark magic contraband. As a result, he bewitched me before we could hand over the diary. Fortunately, you finally defeated the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. Let us destroy it successfully. Well, that diary also claims to be the Dark Lord himself, or him in his youth."

"Then it was about Sirius in the third grade. We were shocked at the time, but in the end we found out the truth, but it was a pity that Wormtail escaped. When he finally escaped, he still claimed that the Dark Lord was not dead at all. , they will definitely come back again.”

"Finally, in the fourth grade last year, little Barty pretended to be the new defense professor. He wanted to catch you through the Triwizard Tournament, and then learned the truth about the disappearance of the Dark Lord from here. In the end, he was killed by you and Cedric teamed up and defeated him. Before he was captured by the Ministry of Magic, he was still shouting that he knew his master was not dead at all, and that sooner or later he would come back one day."

At this point, Ron spread his hands.

"Every time someone says that the Dark Lord is not dead yet, he will come back sooner or later. But if the Dark Lord is really not dead yet, why hasn't he shown up yet? So this is actually just alarmism. These People are still immersed in the dreams of the past, and even they themselves have been deceived."

Harry said thoughtfully.

"But it seems that many people still believe what they say and think that the Dark Lord is really not dead."

"Those people just want to deprive you of your identity as a hero!" Ron said with conviction. "Think about that idiot Malfoy, he is like this. I guess those in the wizarding world who think the Dark Lord is not dead are all talking about it. It was their family that spread the word. But no matter what they say, they can't change the fact. You are the hero, Harry. It was you who saved the wizarding world back then, and your medal is still there!"

Harry stroked his hair dissatisfiedly. He knew what Ron was referring to by the medal.

"Don't put such a high hat on my head. I know that my hero has never been me."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the dormitory. Looking at his leaving figure, Ron and Seamus both looked at each other and shrugged. They didn't know what Harry was angry about. They were called heroes by someone and they jumped up with joy hundreds of times.

The peaceful Hogwarts Castle entered curfew time with the rude expulsion of administrator Filch.

The quiet night sky gradually quieted down the castle that was full of laughter and laughter during the day. At this time, in a room on the eighth floor of the castle, an old man with crescent-shaped glasses and a white hair and beard looked at him quietly. outside the window.

I don't know what kind of things are being thought about in those blue eyes that contain wisdom and time.

When the night wind blows the loudest, all the grass in this pasture in Scotland lies to the ground.

The midsummer midnight was still cold, and not a single convex shadow could be seen in the endless pasture, until a faint blue halo flashed over the lawn.

Jon and Lily stepped firmly on the soft ground together.

The first thing they do after landing is to ensure the safety of their surroundings. This is almost a habit and caution deeply ingrained in their bones.

After discovering that there was no possibility of any ambush in the empty surroundings, they began to check the things they carried to see if there was anything they had missed while traveling through space.

After making sure that everything was in order, Lily took a deep breath of the grass-scented air. At this moment, her eyes, which had always been as dull as dead water, finally couldn't help but feel uncontrollable excitement.

No one can guarantee it, but Lily still has great hope that Harry in this world is not dead.

Of course, Jon will always remain calm at this time, which is why Grindelwald and others have repeatedly emphasized that the command is in his hands.

"We need to try first to see if apparation can still be used normally in this world."

Jon determined what they would do first.

Lily suppressed her inner excitement, nodded, and grabbed Jon's arm, waving her wand to apparate to a familiar place in her memory.

But after the spell was activated, the two of them just flickered in place.

Jon didn't show much surprise at this. He just tried it again and apparated to a place ten meters away from his eyes. This time it was very successful.

"Sure enough, because space has changed, and even time is likely to be different, the spatial location in our memory cannot be used. We can only apparate to places we have seen in this world."

"But this is a small problem. Diagon Alley is in London. We can go there first through Muggle transportation, and then use Floo powder to get to Hogsmeade through the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Now, what we need to do is Just get some Muggle money first, and preferably confirm the current time and place."

Jon looked up and looked at Lily questioningly.

Lily said to him seriously.

"I told you before I came here that I will listen to you when I get here. You make the arrangements and I will just follow them. Believe me, Jon, I am not the kind of person who will be swayed by my own inner emotions."

Jon naturally had no doubts about Lily's words.

He looked towards the distance, a dark shadow that vaguely looked like a cowshed.

"Then let's go!"