Historical Figures Reappear

"What? You've already graduated?"

At 7:30 in the morning, Harry, who came to find Basil to go to school together, was dumbfounded.

Then, with a disgruntled look on his face, Basil threw him directly into the fireplace where blue flames were burning.

"A—2".

This time, Harry directly shouted out the coordinates of the destination.

However, the Earth did not suddenly grow larger and crash into him.

Instead, a gentle female voice rang out first.

"Identity verification approved."

("They need to check my identity to go to Earth?" Ron sat up instantly on the four-poster bed.)

(Dean, from the next bed, buried his head in his pillow and mumbled, "It could also be that they need to check identities to go to Hogwarts Magic University.")

(Neville yawned, "Perhaps locations with earlier Earth numbers require identity checks; Cedric encountered the same situation.")

("However, Castelobruxo is truly magnificent. It's like a temple. The stones it's made of are all golden. No wonder its address number is so early, A-3.")

(Cedric was the first to get up; out of curiosity about Castelobruxo, he headed there early via the Floo Network.)

(Because he got up so early, Ron and the others, who were still asleep, didn't see him.)

The identity verification was quick, and before Harry could even process what was happening, he saw the Earth hurtling towards him, followed by the European continent and the British Isles.

"Is Hogwarts still in the Scottish Highlands?"

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he appeared on the Hogsmeade Station.

The platform was already filled with scattered students.

Harry discovered that a large portion of the students seemed to have Accio from nearby, with only a few using the Floo Network like he did.

(Ron had already arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, wondered, "Isn't this Magic University? It looks almost unchanged, and there are so few people. It seems like everyone lives on Earth, and there are very few from outer space.")

(Hermione King, who gets up early every day, takes a sip of milk. "Didn't we say before that elementary, middle, and high school have already filtered out a large number of students? Only a tiny fraction can go to university.")

("As for why everyone seems to live on Earth, it's because higher education is an expensive investment.")

("Naturally, the majority of college graduates come from families who are wealthy enough to live on Earth.")

These students Accio in various ways.

Some Accio, their bodies glowing.

Someone wearing light armor created a wake in the air.

Some arrive in flying machines or as Fantastic Beasts, and it's really hard to tell the difference between them because many flying machines have adopted biomimetic designs.

Some were riding on outdated Flying Broomstick.

("Nimbus 1000?" Ron laughed. "Hermione, you're wrong. This guy is obviously poor; he's still using the first-edition Nimbus broom.")

(Hermione was a little speechless, but considering that Ron had never been rich, it was normal for him not to know, so she patiently explained, "You need to be careful, this Flying Broomstick is outdated, it's a thing of the past. So Flying Broomstick, especially the older models, are antiques, collectibles.")

("And the first competition broomstick, the Nimbus 1000, is undoubtedly a collector's item among collectors.")

("Maybe this Nimbus 1000 is even more expensive than that Winky silver mech that just flew by.")

What surprised Harry the most was that someone actually walked over from the neighboring Hogsmeade Village, which still seemed to exist.

(Ron managed to stammer out, "What about those on foot?")

(Hermione said, "That's a symbol of status. It shows he lives nearby.")

("Hogwarts Magic University's address is A-2, so the surrounding residential area must be incredibly expensive!")

"What are you looking at, freshman?" a slightly flippant voice rang out.

"Hengist!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

("Hengist!" Ron screamed. "It's definitely him. I've seen him on Chocolate Frog Card a hundred times— Hengist of Wood, the founder of Hogsmeade Village.")

("I absolutely did not mistake him for someone else. At most, this guy is a bit thinner and doesn't have a big beard.")

"What did I tell you? This freshman will definitely recognize my face," the man who looked like Hengist joked with his friend beside him.

("I knew it," Hermione said, not at all surprised. "After I learned that there was magic in this world that passed down power through names, I knew I would definitely encounter many historical figures.")

("Ron, you might even see Gryffindor later!")

"Then look at me," the girl next to Hengist said with a smile.

"Albert Tusell!" Harry replied instantly.

("Albert Tusell!" Ron answered almost simultaneously with Harry, reciting the entire contents of the Chocolate Frog: "Champion of the All England Wizarding Tournament in 1430. Famous for defeating the expected Champion, Samson Weblin, with the Explosion Charm.")

(Hermione glanced at Ron helplessly, "If only your knowledge of A History of Magic were as extensive as your knowledge of Chocolate Frog.")

"Harry Potter!" Alberta Tusell's smile froze; she recognized the face too.

'Hengist' rubbed his eyes. 'It really is Harry Potter!'

Harry suddenly found himself shaking hands with everyone on the platform.

"I am Dion Hengist, originally named Wink Rosmerta. The Three Broomsticks of Hogsmeade belong to my family. There's always been a rumor that the Three Broomsticks were Dion Hengist's house. Well, look what? I'm actually a descendant of Dion Hengist!"

"What an honor, a descendant of Harry Potter! I am Alberta Tusell, originally named Erin Tusell. Did you know that I am related to the first knight Seamus Finnigan? I am the granddaughter of his mother's brother!"

(Seamus looked bewildered. "My mother's Tusell was actually Alberta Tusell's Tusell? No wonder I'm so good at making explosions.")

"Harry Potter's descendant is back at Hogwarts! You must be Knight Major! A Gryffindor!"

"I'm so happy, Mr. Potter, I can't even express how I feel. My name is Colin Creevey, and my original name is..."

"I know you," Harry shouted as "Creevey" was too excited to speak. "Colin Creevey, a friend of my ancestor Harry Potter, who also had a brother named Dennis Creevey."

"He actually remembers!" 'Creevey' shouted, looking at everyone present. "Did you hear that? Colin Creevey is Harry Potter's friend! He remembers his brother's name!"

"I am Kyle Creevey, a descendant of Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey, both of whom perished in the Battle of Hogwarts!"

"My grandfather always taught me to be a hero like Harry Potter!"

Harry was shocked. Had the little boy who idolized him and his brother also become heroes, and even sacrificed themselves?

So, in the ensuing handshakes, Harry patiently agreed to Colin Creevey's repeated requests to shake his hand one more time.

A person wearing green armor covered with ornate snake patterns approached.

"He is a descendant of Isolt Thayer," Creevey said with displeasure, "A notorious Dark Knight."

("Who is Isolt Thayer?" Ron frowned. "A villain?")

(Hermione sighed, "Founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you'd better not say that in front of wizards in America.")

("A descendant of Slytherin!" Ron exclaimed in realization. "No wonder 'Colin' was so hostile to him. But aren't the Slytherin descendants over there surnamed Stuart?")

(Hermione sighs, "Isolt Thayer's mother, Leona Thayer, was surnamed Gaunt before marriage. In honor of her father and mother, Isolt Thayer and her husband, James Stewart, did not take their husband's surname, but their descendants do take the Stewart surname.")

"Creevey," the visor retracted, revealing a face familiar to Harry, "If I were truly the Dark Knight, I would be in jail by now."

"I just went a little overboard in the Virtual Universe, plus I inherited an ominous but powerful name— Voldemort."

("Why isn't his name Tom Riddle?" Neville asked, puzzled.)

("Perhaps it's because Voldemort simply doesn't recognize the name Tom Riddle," Ron said.)

"Why aren't you snake-faced?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Whether on Quirrell's head or in the newspaper, Voldemort's face looked like the face of a flattened snake.

But the 'Voldemort' before us has inherited the handsome face from when he was still Tom Riddle.

"I didn't create Horcrux, nor did I use those dangerous magical techniques passed down through Human Transfiguration," Voldemort shrugged. "And unlike Voldemort, I'm not ashamed to look like my Muggle father!"

("Damn brat!" Voldemort, now with his Muggle father's face restored, was furious. He had barely managed to overcome his disgust for the face thanks to his current love of science and Muggle society.)

(But now, this has reminded him again.)

(I can only barely muster the strength to cheer myself up with my own eyes, which are still snake-like.)

"Too much?" Creevey became furious as he watched his idol's descendant converse with the scoundrel in his eyes. "Your Death's Light is no lie. Magic cannot lie. Your mastery of darkness and the Force of death is so profound that you dare to shamelessly call yourself a good person."

"Of course I'm a good person." Voldemort shrugged. "In old-fashioned terms, it's just that I'm good at Dark Magic. But not everyone who's good at Dark Magic is a dark wizard. The greatest White Wizard Albus Dumbledore, also had advanced Dark Magic, but he never used it."

("Dumbledore's reputation isn't ruined yet?" Ron asked in surprise.)

(Hermione raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Because he died a long time ago. Basil wouldn't hold a grudge against him. Besides, this world's Dumbledore sacrificed himself, with his own life.")

"Just good at Dark Magic?" Creevey said, enunciating each word clearly. "But the precursor to the Death's Light is the Killing Curse, Unforgivable Curses that will send you to Azkaban if you use it."

"This needs to be viewed dialectically," Voldemort said with a gentle smile. "Because of the existence of the Virtual Universe, students who use it for training or combat inevitably kill people. You certainly have too. In this case, killing someone with the Killing Curse is no different from killing someone with your fists."

"If they wanted to, most of the students in this school could probably use the Killing Curse with consummate skill."

("What did he say?" Neville stammered, "Murder?")

(Ron was speechless. He finally understood how Hermione felt about him. "The Virtual Universe is all virtual. You can do whatever you want in there, let alone kill someone. And nobody will actually die.")

(Hermione thought even further, "If that's the case, then some Dark Magic that involves sacrificing one's body in a duel should... no, it should be prohibited. After all, that way, you can't really compare the students' abilities; you can only compare their ruthlessness towards themselves.")

("After all, this kind of magic is generally known for being easy to learn and extremely powerful.")

"But the Death's Light is an advanced version of the Killing Curse, your own creation." Creevey sneered. "Only a true dark wizard who revels in killing could create such evil Dark Magic."

"Is there any possibility?" Voldemort said calmly, "That I am too good. And after all, I inherited the name Voldemort, the name of the most powerful dark wizard. And yes, you are just an ordinary person after all."

"Colin Creevey was brave, but he died too young, sacrificing himself heroically at the age of sixteen. The power you inherited is naturally shallower, and you can't see the view from where I am. But I think you'll understand, Harry."

"I'm sorry," Harry shook his head, "I don't know you yet. I need to really examine you with my own eyes before I can draw the right conclusions."

Creevey remained silent, sulking.

Harry really wanted to nod. The face of 'Voldemort' reminded him of Voldemort from the Rune Card World. They were both good people who had taught him a lot.

And because of Voldemort's appearance, all those who had been pestering him to shake hands and greet him disappeared.

"That's wonderful." Voldemort smiled slightly. "You are indeed a descendant of Harry Potter, unlike others who are always full of prejudice and look at people with colored eyes."

"To be honest, when I greeted you just now, I was hesitant and worried that you might be like your father, James Sirius Potter, but it is clear that you are more like Albus Severus Potter."

"The real Potter treated everyone equally and walked alongside Scorpius Malfoy."

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Harry exclaimed, marveling that his own descendants had been captivated by the Malfoy family girls, just like him.

But the next second...

"Scorpius, it's her, not him, isn't it?"

"It's a shame," Voldemort shrugged. "You can only blame your grandfather Harry Potter for naming him after Albus Dumbledore. Now it's discovered that names have magic, and they also reflect the personality of their owners."

"Perhaps it was because of 'Albus' that he fell in love with men."