Hogwarts: Magical Elegy

An unknown town outside the Alps.

At the edge of the town, Xifa was driving his motorcycle along the road towards the town.

He wanted to ask someone in the town to find out which month and day it was now.

This year, there are very few vehicles on the road and not many large debris.

Xifa was advancing at an extremely fast speed, and the wake behind him was mixed with dust and rolled up the torn newspapers on the road.

"The Patriotic War begins!"

...

Not to mention that the rest of the content has been ravaged by nature and blurred. Even the big title does not bother Xifa.

Quiet - too quiet -

The town in front of me seems to be abandoned, but according to my own observation, there are traces of many people living here before.

I just don't know what happened. According to my own observation, there are no traces of magic.

Are ordinary people in this town doing anything?

With doubts, Xifa continued to walk along the road across the town.

squeak--

The tooth-aching sound of brakes.

After the car slowed down, Xifa turned around and returned to the house along the street that he had passed before.

After parking the motorcycle, Xifa quickly walked to the door of the house along the street.

Bang bang——

After Xifa knocked twice, he waited there with a strange expression.

squeak——

The bearings make a heavy groaning sound due to lack of lubrication.

"Young man, come in by yourself..."

An old, hoarse voice floated from the crack in the door.

Hearing this, Xifa raised his hand and pushed open the iron door.

"Young man, do you need water or food? The food is only canned, I hope you won't dislike it."

The old man had his back turned to him and was hunched over, his steps concealed.

In Xifa's perception, the old man's twilight energy almost completely blocked out the vitality.

To put it bluntly, life is short-lived!

In the hall, a small kettle was steaming in the fire, miscellaneous firewood was stacked on one side of the wall, and various cans were stacked in a hill-like shape on the other side.

"Old sir, I don't need food or water. I would like to ask, what day is it now?"

The old man turned around slowly when he heard the words. Although his face like dry tree bark hardly moved, Xifa could still feel the surprise in his heart.

"May 26, 1940." The old man spoke with great effort, resulting in an extremely slow speech rate. Fortunately, his enunciation was relatively clear.

The 26th? In other words, the time difference is a little more than a week, which is acceptable!

Xifa made some mental calculations and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old sir, where have all the people in the town gone?" Seeing the old man sitting in front of the kettle calmly, Xifa thought for a while and planned to continue asking.

If the old man needs anything, if he can help, he can do so in return.

"You just came out of the mountains, right? See for yourself..."

The old man pointed to the table next to Xifa, where there was a notice.

The French defense line has been completely defeated, and civilians in the country are now being transferred out!

Xifa was horrified and quickly looked at the announcement date.

It was a few days ago!

Did he break the seal and strengthen some of the Shadow Empire's methods?

To be honest, it is.

Originally, the biochemical soldiers of the Shadow Empire caused the French army and the Ministry of Magic to suffer a lot.

When Xifa came into contact with the sealed land, they actually had the ability to infect.

Any soldiers who die in battle will turn into zombie-like creatures and attack the living people crazily.

Fortunately, only those who are attacked and killed by biochemical soldiers will be transformed.

Otherwise, there will be no time to evacuate.

"Thank you for your advice. Is there anything you need my help with, sir?"

Suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, Xifa smiled and stood up and asked.

"I don't need your help. I'm old. This is where I've lived all my life. I don't want to leave here. If you need help, remember to close the door when you leave."

Xifa fell silent, nodded slightly, said nothing, turned around and said goodbye to the old man.

The old man sees things very clearly. At his age, if he is transferred, he will definitely die on the road...

It's better to stay in your hometown and enjoy your last moments quietly.

"Merlin, is there any way you can hurry up?"

Xifa, who had put away his motorcycle and was now riding a broomstick in the air, asked.

"Eh? Don't you know how to use the magic net to complete the teleportation? The teleportation magic net is one of the few unscathed magic nets." The scepter glowed slightly, Merlin did not appear, but his voice rang in Xifa's ears.

"The magic net may not be clean. I have never used the magic net to apparate."

Xifa softly rejected this option.

The Teleportation Network is actually a very advanced floo network. It can be said that the Floo Network is built with reference to the magic of Apparition and Apparition and the Teleportation Network.

"Ah? Are people so bad now? Can't even hold the teleportation magic network?" Merlin's voice was a little lonely, "Then I have no choice. The tool you are using now is the most cost-effective method I know."

"By the way, I want to remind you that something in your pocket seems to be emitting abnormal magic fluctuations."

After hearing this, Xifa remembered that if he had not actively sensed it since he lost his strength, his senses would no longer be able to detect the magic fluctuations in the outside world.

He reached into his pocket and took out the magic item that constantly sounded the alarm.

It was a looking glass given to me by Professor Dumbledore.

I thought I wouldn't need it anymore, but now it works again!

Because with it, I can use the magic network to apparate over long distances anonymously!

However, why does Looking Glass feel that Grindelwald is beside him when he is in this remote place?

Thinking of this, Xifa opened his dragon eyes and glanced around!

Nothing wrong was found.

"What did you find?"

Merlin's voice rang in Xifa's ears.

"Nothing was found." Xifa said with an ugly face, "Merlin, I have a question for you."

"Hey... tell me about it." Merlin sighed as if something he had done wrong had been discovered.

"Why do you keep hinting that I want to go to the center of the battlefield? I can obviously take a detour and return to the UK!"

Xifa still rode his broomstick and asked in an indifferent tone.

"For you, because you are being targeted by an unknown entity, as the guardian spirit guarding the sealed place, I want to help you remove the mark on your body."

Merlin appeared in front of Xifa. Because the scepter was on Xifa's waist, he could easily float in front of Xifa. In front of Xifa, he solemnly explained.

Xifa stared at him for a while, then shook his head slightly.

"What you said is true, but not everything!"

Merlin was silent...

Xifa suddenly stopped his broomstick.

"If I don't explain, I would rather face the unknown future with a mark on my body than be taken advantage of immediately!"

Seeing that Xifa looked serious and his eyes were stubborn.

Merlin sighed helplessly.

"I want to lend you your body to fight against the existence that is targeting you."

"What's the price?" Xifa's face showed no attitude.

"You might die..." Merlin looked at Xifa with a complicated expression.

"Why maybe?" Xifa grasped the point and asked next.

"If you completely believe me, you can live!" Merlin looked at Xifa sincerely until Xifa nodded in agreement.

"Are you the one who gave Professor Dumbledore the prophecy?"

Just when Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, Xifa suddenly asked.

Merlin's expression changed slightly, then he realized it and smiled bitterly, "It's not all me."

"As a Horcrux, how can you use my body to fight? Do you need me to let go of my magic control?"

"You'll know then..."