I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"In the final analysis, we can only wait passively..."

At this point, the real Sean Wallup is still trapped in the mirrored floor.

He sat on the ground a little restlessly, next to Gryffindor who was doing nothing.

The latter waved his hand, and he was playing rock-paper-scissors with his Animagus form in this world-the giant squid's tentacles can only be clumps, so Gryffindor never tired of playing paper.

Sean now realizes that this guy is quite scornful, even bullying his own Animagus...

Gryffindor waved his hand lazily, and said casually: "If you need, I can also inform your friends, or anyone you want to inform, of course, the other party must be at Hogwarts - of course, I It is still not recommended to do that, and the reason has been told to you, and you agree."

Sean frowned: "I know, but I prefer to hold the initiative in my own hands."

"But the Sean Wallop in this world is also yourself—" Gryffindor spread his hands.

"Thank you for your emphasis, Sir Knight, but you still don't understand my way of thinking." Sean said.

This time Gryffindor didn't understand, he said puzzledly: "To be honest, I have never seen a wizard who is more confident than you... No, I probably have never seen a wizard who is more arrogant than you. You believe in yourself so much, this This belief also applies to another you, but you are so anxious now-I made it very clear, you have confidence in yourself, then this may be your opportunity to solve [arrogance]."

Sean curled his lips: "So you don't understand my way of thinking—the world is not in my hands, so the direction of things will not change because of my self-confidence. There are too many accidents."

Gryffindor was amazed: "Then I can understand that, you think it is not safe enough to let another Sean Wallop act in this world, even if it is yourself? Do you even want to do it?" get more."

Sean nodded calmly: "Yes."

"At this time, your self-confidence is gone..."

"Confidence is never the same as conceit."

After listening to Sean's words, Gryffindor touched his chin in amazement, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Then I do have a way—information can play a huge role sometimes, right? "

"Of course." Sean replied.

"Why don't you find it yourself?" Gryffindor's eyes suddenly became excited and dangerous.

Sean was still wary of this reckless leader, he asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Gryffindor smiled: "Would you like to play something exciting?"

"Please be serious, Sir Knight, this is not the time for children to play house, I am now a ghost - just because of your broken trial." Sean said angrily.

Gryffindor stood up, with a confident smile on his face, his hands on his hips, majestic: "Young man, life is spent in adventure after adventure, so that it can be called wonderful!"

"This is why you pulled my soul in without understanding the situation, and then turned me into a ghost now?" Sean's mouth twitched.

"This is another novel journey, isn't it?" Gryffindor laughed heartily. "Becoming a ghost and being resurrected again, is this the dream experience of many adventurers?"

"Now is not a good season for adventure. If you know something about the disaster a thousand years ago..." Sean was quite helpless. One of the founders of Hogwarts had a very adventurous spirit and was too optimistic.

Gryffindor said with a smile: "So, this is what adventurers dream of - solving a crisis and taking an adventure never conflict. From another perspective, it is precisely because of the crisis that is chasing behind that the adventure becomes More exciting and meaningful."

"so?"

"So, are you going to go on an adventure—an adventure in another world?"

Sean frowned. He glanced at the full-length mirror that smelled of the underworld, and wondered, "The underworld? You want me to go to the underworld?"

"No, to be precise, I want you to experience the wonders of the underworld."

"It doesn't sound good—speaking of it, what exactly is the underworld?" Sean asked doubtfully.

He still has an idea of ​​the Misty Illusion, except for the underworld, except that the **** of death used to be the master there, and the underworld is the end of the whole world, he doesn't know anything else.

Gryffindor showed a mysterious expression, and he lowered his voice: "From before to now, I have seen countless wizards, and each wizard has something he desires. Among them, many people are obsessed with the soul. There are also many people who are keen to play with time—only when a person really dies, when his soul goes to the underworld, he will find that the underworld is beyond this world, it is the terminal of the soul but also the end of the soul. The birthplace, and time, is just a concept there.”

"What do you mean?" Sean didn't understand.

Gryffindor smiled mysteriously: "Time has never set foot in the realm of the underworld. And the underworld contains all the memories of the vanished."

Sean froze for a moment, he seemed to understand a little bit what the other party meant.

"The other world you're talking about...?" Sean asked in disbelief.

"You're really smart—" Gryffindor smacked his lips, "No wonder you're Ravenclaw—so I prefer to talk to our little lions, they often don't have so many questions and just follow their own inner actions .”

High EQ: Only follow your own inner actions; Low EQ: Reckless.

Gryffindor pulled the mirror over, and he said with a smile: "The decision is up to you, the only thing I want to remind you is that although it is no longer the real world, if you make too much noise, A lot of things will change with it.”

Sean pondered for a moment, then he walked slowly to the mirror and asked, "I'm not going to just stay there, am I?"

"Of course not—" Gryffindor smiled, "I am standing in front of you, this is the best answer—remember, the choice of timing is very important, I personally think that now is a good time. Because you have to stay until Time will come back after the end. Although time has never set foot in the realm of the underworld, staying there for too long may make the underworld familiar with the breath of your soul, which may cause your body in this world to gradually forget you. After all, your The body is being taken over by another Sean Wallop's soul."

Sean hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firm.

He doesn't like to wait passively, and besides, this may be an opportunity for... a two-way operation...

"Are you ready?" Gryffindor smiled.

"Come on." Sean nodded seriously.

He sank into the mirror.

Looking at the back of Sean leaving, Gryffindor swung his wand and said with emotion: "Why isn't this guy from Gryffindor? What a pity..."

—

The pain was not severe, but it came from every part of the bones, as if an ant was biting slowly in every joint.

Sean slowly opened his eyes, and the strong discomfort made him frowned.

Turning his head slightly, he saw the surrounding scene.

This is a gloomy hut, with half a small skylight in the uppermost corner, providing a dim light for the place.

where is this...

When Sean tried to stand up, he realized that his feet and hands were firmly bound by iron chains from deep underground.

This kind of iron chain seems to have the effect of restricting magic power, and now Sean is almost no different from ordinary people.

Is this another dilemma I'm facing... Sean thought silently.

Yep, that's what Gryffindor was proposing—to another world, another Shaun Wallup timeline.

This timeline has disappeared into the long river of time, but the underworld is not touched by time. Using Gryffindor's special method, Sean can enter the underworld—where the souls and memories of countless predecessors are deposited, Another timeline that was once a branch of the long river of time is also deposited in it.

Sean only has a soul now, so he can naturally find that timeline, and then he can carry out the reminiscence process that Gryffindor said, the dead will go through.

Sean speculated that the self in another timeline should be older than himself at the end of that timeline, so he roughly chose a time point, the same age as him now, and Sean in another timeline, all that is going through.

However, what he didn't expect was that this was the scene when he came.

Are you imprisoned... Sean looked around.

This place is indeed in the shape of a dungeon, but it always feels a little familiar...

The magic power could not be used, Xiao En fumbled for a while, except for a tattered robe, he had nothing on him.

In addition, not only his hands and feet were bound, but he found that he didn't even have the ability to speak.

He tried to feel it, and there was something missing in his mouth—the tongue.

Moreover, his mental state and physical state were very poor. Just the strength he used to move his body just now made Sean feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, and dizziness.

My treatment... trouble... I'm not going to stay here until I die... No, there will be a big event that will cause this timeline to be reversed... But, I'm not sure if the person who reversed the timeline is myself...

While thinking, there was a sudden creaking sound of the iron door being opened not far away.

The sound of footsteps dragging the ground gradually approached.

"My dear lady, my suggestion is to hang him upside down all the time, you know, my shackles are always oiled—"

It was... Filch's voice.

Sean narrowed his eyes.

After him, there were other footsteps, one of which was the sound of high-heeled shoes, which should be the lady Filch was talking about.

"Thrilling—" The inspection window on the iron door was pulled open.

Then Filch revealed his malicious eyes. He first glanced around the situation in the prison, then turned around and said, "He's here—ha, of course he is. I check more than twelve times a day."

Immediately afterwards, another pair of eyes approached.

Those eyes were dark and deep, and there never seemed to be any movement in the eyes, but they were dotted with the familiar starlight of Sean.

It's... Stephanie.

"Mr. Wallop—sometimes, holding on is not the right choice." A cold voice sounded.

Sean didn't show any expression, just glanced at the other party casually.

Another male voice sounded, equally familiar—it was... Barty Crouch Jr.

To Stephanie, he was a little flattering: "Wallop won't answer you, we pulled out his tongue..."

Stephanie frowned: "Then how can we find out what we need?"

Little Barty replied: "Thirty-two of our interrogators have been instigated by him-we have sent a total of thirty-three interrogators, and the one who was not instigated... died on the spot. We also tried to use Fantastic Beasts guarded him, but without exception, they all became his 'little cuties'. Now, even those who patrol every day and deliver meals can only choose this kind of... Squib."

Sean heard Filch rub the soles of his feet uncomfortably.

"Hehe, after staying with him for a long time, the wizard's magic power will pass unknowingly, no one knows why, so I can only use the squib - but this is the person around Mr. Dumbledore, so even if it is a squib, you can still trust it .”

Filch laughed a few times to please him.

Stephanie came over to take a look again, and then ordered: "I see, the International Federation of Wizards will treat him 'well' in the future."

"Of course, ma'am," said Barty Jr., "it's time for him to pay for the crimes he committed."

"Very well, **** and go."

"yes-"

After a while, the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open. Sean narrowed his eyes subconsciously because he hadn't seen the sunlight for a long time.

After the vision was clear, dozens of magic wands were aimed at him.

The uniforms... Sean thought of the people he'd seen in those uniforms.

Wizards United Guardians…

In this world, Sean almost forgot the existence of this organization.

And the beautiful witch wearing the uniform of the captain of the guard is Stephanie.

Behind her stood Barty Jr. The other party was wearing a suit. It seemed that the style came from the out-of-the-ordinary tailoring shop in Diagon Alley. The suits there were only supplied to officials of the British Ministry of Magic.

Stephanie glanced at Sean casually, and then waved her hand, and dozens of members of the guard firmly controlled him.

He floated up, with countless iron chains tied to his body~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The mouth that lost its tongue was also put on a huge iron mask.

At this time, Sean also recognized where he was.

This is... the Hogwarts dungeon...

It's just that it seems to have been broadened a lot here.

Dozens of wizards took him outside with extreme vigilance, and when Xiao En passed by other prisons, there were constant enthusiastic and crazy voices.

"Wallup!"

"Wallup!"

They sounded so fanatical, Xiao En glanced casually, and accidentally found a familiar figure, the other person was small, but his eyes were full of determination and fanaticism.

It was Capone.

He found more familiar people, all of them were still young, and they were all his students in this world.

Sean was escorted out of the dungeon. The passage seemed to have been repaired, leading directly to the spiral staircase ahead.

Finally, the guard escorted the 'big devil' to the top of the tower, where a huge carriage had already been prepared.

There was someone from Hogwarts waiting there, and that person was very familiar to Sean.

Professor McGonagall.

She didn't look at Sean, but handed a suitcase to Stephanie.

She seemed to be deliberately avoiding Sean's sight, and her voice was exhausted: "This is his wand, keep it safe."

Stephanie took the box and nodded.

"And this..." Professor McGonagall also handed over a pendant.

Stephanie's eyes didn't change, she just accepted the things.

She looked back at Sean, and suddenly sneered: "Back then, his teacher seemed to have had such an experience, and that time... Heh, everyone stood still, the Imperius Curse check, and the compound decoction check."

It's the end of the month, ask for a ticket, or it will be broken—ah—

(end of this chapter)