On the 1st of September, torrential rain poured down from the sky like a torrent.
King's Cross Station. On Platform 9 and 3/4.
An old man slowly pushed a trolley forward. He had one eye, one leg, and gray hair. He walked very slowly with a walking stick.
Beside him, there were countless adult and young Magi crowded together. In the cage of his trolley stood a blue-white golden-eyed owl.
The owl stood motionless in the cage, a stark contrast to the noisy pets around it.
"This leg … This eye … Damn it!"
The one-eyed, one-legged old man cursed in a low voice as he walked. "It's so awkward no matter how I walk. I really don't know how that old thing can walk so fast!"
The owl in the cage coldly glanced at the old man. The old man immediately shut his mouth and looked calm.
There was no doubt that the owl was Hoffa. Even though the Lord Voldemort had asked him to pretend to be Moody, he still poured the compound soup into Buddy Jr's mouth.
He was not stupid. If nothing could be changed, then he might as well go with the flow and move forward according to the original plan. He asked Buddy Jr to send Harry Potter back. When this was over, he would tamper with Buddy Jr's memory. This way, even Dumbledore would not find out about his existence.
However, he could not let Buddy Jr, who was mentally unstable, do whatever he wanted. He might as well turn into an owl and stay by his side to prevent him from doing anything out of line.
Fortunately, ever since he defeated Moody, this guy had been trying different ways to please him. Almost all the time, he would pour tea for him and follow him wherever he went. Little Barty's first priority was to satisfy his needs. If he said one, Little Barty would almost never say two.
"Professor Moody!"
Suddenly, Buddy Jr and Hoffa, who were about to board the train, heard someone calling from afar.
They turned around and saw a tall, handsome boy wearing a yellow and black robe. Hoffa could not help but think of Tom Riddle when he was still in the Hogwarts. The smile on his face reminded him of Ryan, who had slept with a female vampire many years ago.
Coincidentally, there was a beautiful Asian girl standing beside him. She had black hair, a blue-black robe, and light eye makeup, holding an umbrella in the rain. Many of the boys around could not help but cast longing looks at her.
Hoffa the owl stared at the girl for a long time before he realized who she was. Autumn Zhang.
She was much prettier than in the movie. Hoffa used to be curious when he watched the movie. An Asian girl who could not even attract Asians, how could she attract two top heroes in the Hogwarts. Now it seemed that the European director did not understand Asian aesthetics.
Autumn Zhang seemed to have noticed Hoffa's gaze. She held the umbrella, looked at the owl, and tilted her head.
A woman's sixth sense …
Hoffa muttered, shook the feathers on his body, and turned his attention to Cedric who was walking alone.
"Excuse me, are you this year's professor, Alastor Moody?"
Cedric Diggory bowed slightly and asked.
"That's me."
Buddy Jr said frankly.
"Ah, my name is Cedric Diggory."
The handsome boy held his head high and stretched out his hand. The Sparkle symbol on his chest shone. "My father has mentioned you many times in front of me. He said that you are the greatest Aura of this century."
"Oh, is that so?"
Moody (Buddy Jr) ignored the palm in front of him and said sharply, "That's a very high evaluation!"
Flutter.
The owl in the cage spread its wings and fluttered twice.
Moody immediately showed a warm smile and shook Cedric Diggory's hand. "Ah, I haven't seen Amos for a long time. I heard that he is now working in the Department of Magical Animals Management. How is his health?"
"Ah, my father is in good health."
Cegric happily let go of his hand and scratched his head. His gaze shifted to the box on the cart.
"Ah, is this your owl? It's very beautiful."
Hoffa in the cage turned his head 90 degrees and glanced coldly at Cedric Diggory. What's wrong with this guy? Trying to get close to me?
Moody (Buddy Jr) stood uneasily in front of the cage and said in a reserved tone, "You, what's the matter? Why are you waiting for me here?"
"Oh, it's like this."
Cedric Diggory looked away from Hoffa and took out a document from his robe and gave it to Moody.
"My father asked me to tell you that your small problems have been solved and that you don't have to worry. Also, Mr. Arthur Weasley of the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic has contributed a lot. My father thinks that if you have time, you can write him a letter. "
Cedric spoke very appropriately and of course, there was nothing wrong with it.
Inside the cage, Hoffa finally understood what was going on. In the original work, it was indeed Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory who settled the mess caused by the conflict between Moody and Barty Jr. before he left. However, from Harry's point of view, there wasn't any follow-up. But from his point of view …
Hoffa's head turned 180 degrees and looked at Qiu Zhang, who was holding an umbrella in the distance and ignoring the boys who tried to strike up a conversation with her, waiting for Diggory. He thought to himself that women were indeed the gatekeepers of life, the touchstone of men, and the checkpoint of reproduction. They represented natural selection and shouldered the mission of continuing the human race.
This other warrior of the Hogwarts did indeed have his unique demeanor, mature and modest. At a young age, he spoke flawlessly. He pointed out that his father helped him solve the problem and humbly pushed the credit to Arthur Weasley.
If he was a woman, he would probably choose Cedric instead of the immature Harry.
If it was the real Alastosamudi standing here, he would have to look at Cedric in a new light. Since he owed his father a favor, he would definitely take care of him in class.
The only pity was that the real Moody was now locked in the box at his feet.
Buddy Jr picked up the document and glanced at it. He pretended to be serious and said, "I know. Sorry to trouble you. I'll pay attention in the future."
"Aiya, that's great."
Cedric Diggory revealed a smile that could melt the hearts of countless girls. It was as if the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed at Zizi.
"Then I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Cedric waved at Moody and turned to Qiu Zhang. He took the umbrella in her hand and the two walked side by side to the carriage in the distance.
"Diggory …"
Little Barty stuffed the documents into his chest and sneered as he pushed the trolley. "Hmph, if that red-necked old bastard can have a son like this, I'm afraid his wife must have cheated on him."
Hoffa was speechless.
Buddy Jr took Hoffa into the train, found an empty carriage at the back, and got in.
The first thing he did after entering was to lock the door, respectfully take down the birdcage, put it on the small table, and then open the birdcage for him.
The train rattled on the tracks. Hoffa shook his feathers and walked out of the birdcage. He looked at the Scottish mountains outside the train and felt a little strange.
The train was still the train, and Scotland was still Scotland. It was no different from 50 years ago, but his state of mind was no longer the state of mind of 50 years ago. There was no excitement of seeing it for the first time, and there was no pressure to escape. There was only a unique nostalgia.
"Are you thirsty, Mr. Bach?"
Buddy Jr, who had turned into Moody, asked the owl in the tone of a wormtail.
"Medicine."
The owl spoke in human language and seemed very cold.
"Okay."
Buddy Jr quickly pulled out a glass tube filled with blue liquid from under the table, put it on the table, and respectfully opened the lid.
Hoffa jumped with his slender bird legs, stretched out his pointed beak, and took a sip from the blue tube.
"Bone fragment."
"Okay."
Buddy Jr took out a bone fragment from his chest and put it in front of the owl.
Hoffa said, "Magnifying glass."
As soon as he said that, Buddy Jr took out a round magnifying glass from his chest and placed it in front of the owl's head.
Hoffa stared at the black bone fragment in front of him through the magnifying glass. His golden eyes didn't blink.
This was one of the few trophies he had taken from Alastor Moody.
The cold aura on the bone fragment fascinated him. If he wanted to revive Aglaia, he had to find her soul. And to find her soul, Hoffa had to go to the Death God's mystic realm, Hörheim.
Now that 50 years had passed, the old hunting ground keeper, Joey, was probably no longer alive. He could no longer remember how Joey had opened the Death God's mystic realm. But he felt that the aura on the black bone fragment might be one of the clues.
After observing for more than an hour, Little Barty's hands were a little sore. He could not help but ask,
He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Bach, you've been observing this bone all day. Is it that rare?"
"What do you know?" Hoffa, who had turned into an owl, didn't even raise his head.
"Mr. Bach, you must be a recent graduate, right?" Buddy Jr asked tentatively.
Hoffa's attention was on the bone and he didn't care what Buddy Jr was asking.
"That's scary. Hogwarts students nowadays. Someone like you must be the center of attention in school," Buddy Jr asked again.
"Huh?"
"Mr. Bach, there's something I can't figure out."
"What's the problem?" Hoffa was unhappy and diverted some of his attention.
"How can someone like you not have a reputation?" Buddy Jr frowned and asked, "I don't think I've ever heard of you."
"What does that have to do with you?"
Hoffa scolded Buddy Jr unhappily and continued to study the bone fragment.
"How did you survive being pierced through the heart?"
"I can't answer that."
"If I were pierced through the heart, would I survive?"
"Maybe not."
Hoffa's owl head turned ninety degrees and shifted his attention from the bone fragment to Buddy Jr. This was the first time he had seen Buddy Jr have some kind of "desire" or need.
"What are you trying to say?" he asked Buddy Jr.
"Have you ever considered doing something amazing?"
Buddy Jr rubbed his hands, his wrinkled face looking very flattering. "Err, for example, ruling the magic world in Europe, or becoming the world's strongest wizard?"
"Which school did you graduate from?" Hoffa the owl asked.
"Hufflepuff."
"What?"
Hoffa was stunned for a moment. He had always thought that Buddy Jr was a student of Slytherin, or a Ravenclaw like Old Bardy and Crouch. He did not expect him to be a Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff he had seen was not such a person.
Buddy Jr looked at him and asked eagerly, "Mr. Bach, I really want to know, do you have any plans to do something amazing?"
"Why would I do something like that?"
"Then the whole world will be afraid of you and acknowledge you! How great would that be? " Buddy Jr spoke quickly as if he had been holding back for a long time. "If that's the case, I'll help you. I'll do anything for you!"
"Even if I become that kind of person, what does it have to do with you?"
Hoffa looked at Buddy Jr seriously. "Also, why are you following Lord Voldemort? Have you ever thought about what you want? "
"What I want?"
Buddy Jr looked very confused. After hesitating for a while, he stammered, "I … I want to resurrect my master."
"Then, other than your master, don't you have any wishes of your own?"
"My … my, my wish. My wish is to resurrect my master, "Buddy Jr said blankly.
"I'm asking about your own wish. As a human, shouldn't you have your own unique ideas? Why do you want to live for others? "the owl said with a somewhat disdainful expression.
Buddy Jr still looked a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head. "I don't quite understand what you mean, but Mr. Bach, what do you want? I can help you fulfill it."
"My wish …"
The disdain on the owl's face gradually faded. He suddenly did not know how to answer Buddy Jr.
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The sky gradually darkened, and the train arrived at the station.
The students who arrived at the Hogwarts began to change their clothes.
Buddy Jr also stood up to pack his luggage, but at that moment, a polite knock came from outside the window.
Knock, knock, knock!
Hoffa's owl head turned 180 degrees and saw a blurry figure standing outside the door, so he shut his mouth and didn't speak. He picked up the black bone with his mouth and stuffed it under his wings. Then, he went back into the cage and pretended to be a normal owl.
Buddy Jr took a sip of the compound soup, got up, and opened the carriage door. It was Cedric Diggory outside the door.
"Excuse me, may I come in?" the handsome Cedric asked with a smile.
"What are you doing here again?"
Buddy Jr's face twitched.
"It's like this, we're looking for someone on the train."
The smile on Cedric's face did not change, and he looked a little stiff.
"Who are you looking for?"
Buddy Jr asked.
Cedric did not answer.
Hoffa felt that something was wrong, and he pulled his head out of his wing.
He saw Cedric Diggory, like a wooden man, walk sideways into the carriage. He bent down mechanically, checked under the small table, then tiptoed, rummaged through the luggage rack, and even lifted the owl's cage to take a look.
"Who exactly are you looking for here?"
Buddy Jr asked.
"A young man with gray hair and golden eyes. Have you seen him before?" Cedric Diggory maintained the same smile, and his tone was calm.
Hoffa in the cage felt like he was struck by lightning.
At this moment, he was keenly aware of a huge and cold spiritual force field silently spreading throughout the train carriage. It was actually on par with him at night.
He immediately retracted his mental force, and he stuck his head under his wing, motionless.
Buddy Jr was also dumbfounded. He stood there in a daze, looking at the smiling young man in front of him as if he had seen a ghost. "Wh … What, eyes?"
"Golden eyes? What's with that expression? Have you seen this person before? "Cedric asked with the same smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Little Barty slammed his walking stick on the ground and pointed at his gray hair. "Golden eyes? What kind of weird person is that? What kind of Dark Sorcerer is that? Look closely, I have blue eyes, and I'm not young anymore!"
There was a few seconds of silence.
"No, it's nothing," Cedric said. Cedric said. He looked around the carriage one last time, then walked out of the carriage with steady steps. He then went to the carriage next door to ask for more information.
After he left, Hoffa slowly pulled his head out of his wing. Owls did not have sweat glands, or he would be sweating profusely.
Gray hair, golden eyes, a young man?
Who would have such an impression of him?
He could only think of Deng Ledo.
Other than Deng Ledo, who else would have such a huge mental force?
Could it be that Deng Ledo predicted that he would come to Hogwarts this year? Why would he look for him? If he wanted to look for him, why didn't he come personally? Cedric looked like he was under the Soul Seizing Curse. Could it be that Deng Ledo would use the Soul Seizing Curse on his student?
Hoffa could not figure it out.
Did Deng Ledo know about his cooperation with Lord Voldemort?
Or was it the butterfly effect that caused Deng Ledo to change? Did he become someone he did not know in the long river of time?
For a moment, an unknown fog filled Hoffa's mind, making him unable to move.
The carriage gradually emptied.
"Ba … Mr. Bach?" After a long while, Little Barty asked in an extremely soft voice. Cedric Diggory's strange appearance just now made him very uneasy.
"Get out of the carriage first," the owl in the cage said coldly.
"Golden eyes? Was … was that kid looking for you? "
"No," Hoffa said coldly. "I'm bald."
"But … but I think, if … if you had gray hair, you would be more handsome." Little Barty started to flatter him out of habit. His head was drenched in sweat. "You didn't … You didn't shave your hair, did you?"
"Oh, shut up!"
Hoffa said sharply. He was not in a good mood at all.
Cedric Diggory's search for him made him tense up, who was originally nonchalant.
He thought that since he knew the plot of the original work, he could take advantage of the situation and send Harry to Lord Voldemort.
But now, he realized the limitations of the original work. Everything in the original work was experienced from Harry's perspective. Other than what Harry experienced, he knew nothing.
It was like a huge iceberg floating on the sea. Maybe Harry was standing on the iceberg, but now he was standing under it.
The bright corner of the iceberg was dazzling, but the huge chaos and unknown under the iceberg made him a little breathless.
At first, he did not want to participate in the plot at all.
But now, he was afraid that there would be twists and turns and variables in fate, because the only advantage he had was the known plot.
What if Lord Voldemort did not resurrect?
What if Grindelwald killed them all without anyone noticing?
Just thinking about these results gave him a headache.
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