Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 675: Big Devil Sean Wallop

"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 irritatedly, next to Gryffindor who was doing nothing.

The latter waved his hand. 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 making paper.

Shawn now realizes that this guy is quite disdainful, even bullying his own Animagus...

Gryffindor waved his hand lazily, and said casually: "If you need, I can also notify your friends, or anyone you want to notify. Of course, the other party must be at Hogwarts-of course, I still don't recommend doing 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 Sean Wallop in this world is also yourself—" Gryffindor spread his hands.

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

This time Gryffindor did not understand, he wondered: "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, and this belief also applies to another you, but you are so anxious now-I have made it very clear that you have confidence in yourself, so 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 clicked his tongue in amazement: "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? You even want to do 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. 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.

For this reckless leader, Sean still has a certain degree of vigilance, 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 in a bad mood.

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 then resurrecting again, this is the experience that many adventurers dream of?"

"Now is not a good season for taking risks, if you know something about the calamity a thousand years ago..." Sean was quite helpless. This one of the founders of Hogwarts was extremely adventurous and overly 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 it makes the adventure more exciting and meaningful."

"So?"

"So, do you want to go on an adventure—an adventure in another world?"

Sean frowned. He glanced at the full-length mirror with the atmosphere of the underworld, wondering, "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, where 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 met countless wizards, and each wizard has something he longs for. Among them, many people are obsessed with the study of souls, and many are keen to play with time. However, when a person really dies, when his soul goes to the underworld, he will find out that the underworld is beyond this world. It is the terminal of the soul but also the birthplace of the soul, 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 disappeared."

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

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

"You are really smart enough——" Gryffindor smacked his lips, "No wonder you are Ravenclaw—so I prefer to talk to our little lions. They usually 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, many things will change accordingly."

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 time is very important, I personally think that now is a good time, because you will not come back until the end of time. 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 body is being occupied 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 this may be... an opportunity for two-line operation...

"Are you ready?" Gryffindor smiled.

"Come on." Sean nodded seriously.

He sank into the mirror.

Looking at the back of Sean leaving, Gryffindor shook 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 dark hut, with a half-small skylight in the top 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, Sean is almost no different from ordinary people now.

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

Yes, that's what Gryffindor proposed - to another world, another Shawn 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—the souls and memories of countless predecessors are deposited here, and another timeline that used to be 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 like a lantern.

Sean speculates that the self in another timeline should be older than himself at the end of that timeline, so he roughly chooses a time point where Sean in another timeline, who is the same age as him now, is experiencing everything.

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

Have you been imprisoned... Sean looked around.

It does look like a dungeon, but it looks 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 also found that he didn't even have the ability to speak.

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

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

My treatment... I'm in trouble... I won't 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 about it, there was a sudden creaking sound of the iron door being opened not far away.

The sound of dragging footsteps gradually approached.

"Dear lady, my suggestion is to hang him upside down all the time, you know, my shackles have been oiled——"

That was... Filch's voice.

Shawn narrowed his eyes.

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

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

Then he revealed Filch's 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."

Then, 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 Xiao En.

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.

He said to Stephanie, 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 Batty replied: "Thirty-two of our interrogators have been instigated by him—we sent a total of thirty-three interrogators, and the one who was not instigated... died on the spot. We also tried to guard him with magical animals before, but without exception, they all became his'cute'. Now, even those who patrol every day and deliver meals can only choose this kind of... Squibs."

Shawn heard Filch rub the soles of his feet uncomfortably.

"Hehe, after staying with him for a long time, the magic power of the wizard will pass away unconsciously. 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, after that, the International Federation of Wizards will treat him well."

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

"Very well, let's go with escort."

"Yes—"

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

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

The uniform... Sean thought of the people he had seen wearing these uniforms.

Wizard United Guard...

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

The beautiful witch wearing the captain's uniform 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 Xiao En casually, and then waved her hand, and dozens of members of the guard firmly controlled him.

He floated up, bound with countless iron chains ~IndoMTL.com~ The mouth that lost its tongue was also put on a huge iron mask.

At this moment, Sean also recognized where he was.

This is...the dungeon of Hogwarts...

It's just that this place seems to have been widened a lot.

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

"Wallop!"

"Wallop!"

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

It's 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 is someone from Hogwarts waiting there, and that person is 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, Imperius Curse check, compound decoction check."

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

(End of this chapter)