The train was heading towards Hogwarts, it was a happy day.
On the train, people from the past left.
New people follow the train to the magic school.
Luna sat in the car, and the compartment was occupied by a curved-horned Snorlax that had grown to the size of a bull.
She was lying on the Bent-Horned Snorlax, and the brown hair wrapped around her body was so fluffy and comfortable.
The Bent-Horned Snorlax breathed and mooed, and Luna stuffed a skinned dragon fruit into its mouth.
He turned around and looked through the carriage glass at the two people who were at war with each other outside.
"You were really lucky last time."
"Really? I don't think it's just you who are lucky."
The girl with the red hair and the girl with the blonde hair met each other in the aisle and refused to let the other go.
Ginny crossed her arms across her chest, raised her eyebrows, and said with a fighting spirit: "This year I will end Slytherin's victory."
Astoria was noncommittal.
The two people passed each other.
Luna flipped through "The Quibbler."
Suddenly, Luna looked out the window with feeling.
The large disc shell she wore swayed.
An owl appeared outside, followed by a second and a third.
More and more owls appear, flying past the Hogwarts Express and towards Hogsmeade.
Urgent newspapers fell from the sky one after another.
The beautiful proprietress of the Three Broomsticks walked out of the door. She picked up a newspaper, and the indifferent expression on her face turned to horror.
"Merlin-" She covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
Her eyes were red, and tears streaked down the side of her face that fascinated the wizard.
The teardrops broke free from her skin, fell from the air, and shattered on the newspaper.
The broken teardrops were printed on the newspaper about the city covered by fire.
More and more people read the newspaper, and their reaction was disbelief.
Everyone looked at the newspaper.
The wind blew up the newspapers that fell all over the sky, flying towards Hogwarts.
Slughorn was looking at the instructions, holding a red can and thinking about it.
"Pull the tab and you're done, magical Muggle."
He opened it curiously, and the gas turned into white and floated out.
"Oh, crap." Slughorn glanced out the window, where the owl tapped against the glass.
When he put down the soda, he accidentally touched it, and the soda spilled on the desk with white steam.
Slughorn quickly held up the jar and heard the owl's urging knocking sound again.
"Okay, okay, I'm here." He had no choice but to put down the things he had scribbled away, walked over to open the window and took the newspaper, waving his palms angrily and saying, "You are such a annoying owl, leave now!"
The owl pecked the back of his hand dissatisfiedly and flew away.
Slughorn yelped.
The damp air hit his face. Slughorn looked at the sky and said, "It looks like it's going to rain."
The gloomy clouds murmured, and Slughorn walked into the house and put down the newspaper, intending to clean the table first.
He accidentally glanced at the newspaper and froze in place.
"The Kingdom of Bhutan exploded, many Ministry of Magic personnel died, including Barty Crouch"
He stared at the newspaper.
The unclosed window was blown open by the wind, and the parchment he was working on yesterday was blown up.
Slughorn waved his hand wildly, sending a piece of parchment flying away.
The parchment followed his force and flew out of the balcony, swinging on the top floor and flying down.
Passing by the Transfiguration Office on the second floor, I was hit by a falling drop of water.
Then came the heavy rain that made it wet and fall.
Professor McGonagall's office faced the Quidditch training ground. She sat there with her hair in a bun.
"No, it shouldn't be like this."
She looked at the newspaper delivered by the owl with tears in her eyes.
Muttering to himself, "This is so cruel."
Thousands of wizards died under gunfire. This was the biggest disaster in the wizarding world in 500 years.
She saw the list of dead people and looked at the young or not young faces on it.
Some are former students of Professor McGonagall.
The witch, who had been at Hogwarts for decades, found it difficult to accept this disaster.
She turned the next page and saw the person on it.
That child, he was like the son of a god.
In the newspaper, the surviving wizards looked up at the person who scattered the light in the sky.
"The Second King Appears to Save the Surviving Wizard"
Any title would seem powerless in front of this picture.
...
Hogsmeade Station.
The students walked off the train happily.
"Hagrid."
Ginny greeted Hagrid, but the rain came untimely, leaving Hagrid drenched in rain.
Hagrid looked preoccupied and seemed not to hear.
What's strange is that Hagrid is wearing that armor.
Ginny was confused.
Luna stepped off the train, and Snorlax squeezed through the train door before coming out.
"He seemed sad."
An ethereal voice sounded, and Luna lowered her eyes, "It feels very bad."
"Luna?" Ginny was also confused when she saw Luna like this for the first time.
The horned snorkel mooed, and Luna walked forward in the rain.
"Wait, Luna!" Ginny used her wand and umbrella to follow.
"Come on, little guys, come on."
Hagrid nervously asked the new student to follow him.
The Thestral was pulling the carriage, and Luna was soaked, her hair stuck to her face, and her whole body was leaning against the body of the Snorlax.
The Bent-Horned Snorlax pressed his body against Luna, letting her feel the warmth.
Ginny sat across from her and looked at her worriedly.
The carriage stopped and the two walked towards the oak door.
The rain shows no sign of stopping.
The atmosphere at Hogwarts was even stranger.
Peeves didn't show up to greet the new students in the way he was good at.
In the auditorium, students were seen waiting for professors.
Slughorn was whispering to Snape, and even Snape had a solemn look on his face.
Astoria became the new backbone of Slytherin. She sat in her seat and watched.
Professor McGonagall said to Slughorn, who was still whispering, "We cannot let these emotions affect the start of school."
Things outside should not enter this ivory tower.
Despite their efforts to make the start of the school year a success, the newspaper was still seen by the students the next day.
...
"how's it going?"
John calmly asked the Ministry of Magic personnel present.
The employee shook his head. "Other than that, there's no chance of survival."
"I know." John waved his hand.
He looked at the ruins obscured by thick smoke and closed his eyes.
The magic of the mind spreads.
Every time he passed a place, John would sweep over.
Unfortunately, there was no response anywhere.
Theodore was beside his king, his body covered with scars.
He didn't know where to start, so he just stood there quietly.
Until John moved and he looked up hurriedly.
"Is something wrong?" John was as calm as a machine without emotions.
Theodore moistened his dry throat with saliva and said in a hoarse voice: "They are all dead."
This they refer to the star disciples.
Oxer, the Twin Stars, the Execution Platform...
This trip to Bhutan caused them all to die.
Obviously Oxer is still with me today
He spoke, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse that could not be put together.
Gemini's bodies were found, and they were not separated until their death.
"I see."
What responded to Theodore was John's still calm voice.
John was unfazed and said calmly: "You did a good job, Theodore."
Theodore was silent for a moment and then asked, "What should we do?"
"Take them back," John said after a moment of silence. "Is there any trace of little Barty?"
"His body was not found."
"This is good news."
There was a trace of tiredness in John's eyes, he waved his hand and said, "Go back."
"king."
"This is an order," John said.
Theodore had no choice but to leave.
John was left alone in the ruins. The divine guards lifted up the pieces of rubble, looked at the dead people inside, took them out and put them aside.
He walked to a collapsed wall and sat down, looking at everything with complex eyes.
Rita Skeeter stopped when she heard the news. She raised her hand to stop the reporter who was about to pass.
"This is big news," the reporter said excitedly, "We interviewed the second king."
Rita looked at the lonely king, turned around and said to the reporter: "You are fired, collect his things and throw them into the snowy mountains."
"Huh?" The reporter was dumbfounded. Before he could speak, he was taken away by other colleagues.
Reporters from other newspapers came over, and Rita just said, "Everyone, please leave him alone."
When the reporters heard the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet speaking, none of them dared to go there.
Rita was guarding not far away. This woman who loved to fabricate gossip to slander others was not interested in gossip at all at the moment.
She is like a guard, protecting her king.
What happened here was being widely reported, and an earthquake was felt throughout the magical society.
What's more, those who saw the image felt as if they were seeing the end of the world coming.
The deaths of many Ministers of Magic caused the chaos to spiral out of control.
Some say revenge.
But revenge on whom?
Inge was the first to die in the flames.
Who else?
Grindelwald?
still……
Muggle?
...
