Reborn at Hogwarts

Along with the sound of footsteps, there was also a voice.

"You said it was in the ninety-seventh row." A female voice said.

It could be heard that she was nervous, and her voice was deliberately lowered so that Ivan could only concentrate on what she said. Her voice made Ivan feel very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Yes." It was a man's voice that sounded this time, no, maybe it wasn't a man, Ivan could hear a hint of immaturity from this voice, and it was probably just a boy who spoke.

After a while, there was a slight noise not far away, as if someone had moved something on the shelf.

"I think I need to go to the right." The female voice who spoke earlier said again, "That's right...that's fifty-four..."

Ivan saw that there seemed to be a little gleam lit up.

"Get your wands ready," said the boy.

No one spoke anymore, and the footsteps gradually faded away. From the sound, there were at least three or five people in the line besides the two who had spoken.

Ivan didn't act rashly, he continued to squat in the corner for a while, until he could confirm that they had all left, then he stooped, avoiding the shining blue light from the candles on the shelf, and prepared to walk along the route those people walked just now past.

However, before he took two steps, a dull loud noise suddenly came from the direction he was advancing, and then, a blazing white light swept towards him accompanied by another clearer loud noise.

In a hurry, Ivan could only pounce to the side, rolled to the ground in embarrassment, managed to stabilize his figure when he was about to hit the shelf, and fell on the ground.

The white light was like a gushing tide, passing over his head, dispelling the darkness that surrounded him, allowing Ivan to finally see his surroundings clearly.

There was no doubt that this was a room with a ceiling as high as a cathedral, filled with tall shelves, exactly like the ones Ivan had seen before, with countless glass balls placed there.

"This is... the Department of Mysteries?"

A thought flashed through Ivan's mind like lightning.

He suddenly remembered, isn't this the place where Harry Potter and his friends came to rescue Sirius in the fifth grade? These huge wooden frames, and the dusty, glass-like prophecy spheres on which Harry had seen his own name.

He thought that Sirius was in danger, but he didn't expect that it was just Voldemort's misleading by using the characteristics of the two brains to communicate. Here, Sirius died after falling into the curtain, and Voldemort officially announced his return. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who refused to believe in the return of the Dark Lord, had to choose to accept the reality.

How did I come here?

Memories of the original work flooded up quickly, and Ivan's thoughts became a mess. He didn't care to think about why he appeared here, at such a point in time, but got up in a hurry and hid in the shadows.

In the direction from which the white light came, a door has been opened. From Ivan's point of view, he could barely see a dozen wizards in black robes holding magic wands, fighting against enemies he couldn't see, but they were knocked down one after another as if they had no power to fight back.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one black-robed man standing in the field. He lifted his hood and raised his wand angrily to cast a spell, but the wand automatically flew up and was sucked tightly on the ceiling.

With light blond hair and a pale, pointed face, Ivan recognized him immediately: Lucius Malfoy.

So, who is his opponent?

Ivan watched as he tried to pick up his companion's wand and continue fighting, but was kicked hard in the stomach. Lucius Malfoy's face turned pale all of a sudden, he opened his mouth with difficulty but couldn't make a sound, he could only tremble and was kicked over.

Then, a figure stepped out.

He was also wearing a black robe, with a hood covering his face, no wand in his hand, standing in front of Lucius Malfoy, who was writhing and struggling on the ground in pain, without any trace of the so-called grace in the past, Ivan saw that he was clenching his fist, as if he wanted to punch Lucius, but in the end he didn't do it, just turned and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, Ivan's eyebrows twitched.

Things seem to be starting to go wrong.

If he guessed correctly, he seemed to have traveled through time and space in some unknown way, and arrived at the scene of the Battle of the Department of Mysteries five years later.

But what he saw at this time was completely different from the original plot.

Is it that damn butterfly effect again?

If the scene in front of me is a real future scene, is it because of this butterfly that the plot has completely collapsed?

That is to say, in the sixth grade at the latest, the foresight of the traverser will lose its effect.

This is not something that can be described as "terribly unlucky". Ivan took a deep breath, feeling the urge to destroy all of Voldemort's Horcruxes directly after returning.

But the question is, how should he go back?

The moment this idea came up, the scene in front of him changed.

Just like the situation when reading Frodo's memory in Nurmengard before, Ivan just blinked and came to a new place.

Still indoors. The dials of many clocks shimmered. They ranged in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hung between bookshelves, or stood on tables the length of the entire room. Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps.

In the narrow gap between the tables, two figures were fighting fiercely, the light of the spell was mixed with the diamond-like light that came from nowhere, and Ivan felt dizzy just by looking at it.

Just as he was about to look away, the two people in the struggle suddenly separated. One of them waved his wand, and his opponent flew up uncontrollably, and smashed heavily on a bronze-colored cabinet.

The person who was knocked into the air wanted to stand up to fight, but the opponent waved his wand again:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The explosion this time was far stronger than when the white light passed by. Ivan watched helplessly as the spell flew past the man, but hit the cabinet next to him.

The air seemed to freeze, there was no explosion sound, everything happened without a sound, and the thick smoke instantly covered Ivan's entire field of vision. The boy waved his hands vigorously, trying to disperse the smoke and dust in front of him.

At this time, the sound of "tick, tick" suddenly sounded in his ears, like the rotation of a clock.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Ivan saw that the bronze-colored cabinet had been reduced to ashes, and the person who had fallen on the ground and brushed past the curse had disappeared.

It was as if he had never appeared before, without leaving any traces.

"hour--"

Ivan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly went dark.

A face full of impatience appeared in front of him.

"It's Hogwarts." Snape said curtly, "Take your suitcases, it's time to get out of the car."