At Hogwarts, Starting Out Blocked by a Werewolf

The Granger family has now moved to Diagon Alley, the original site of Diagon Alley London.

This area is still [not plottable].

[Unplottable] is a method used to hide a certain area of the world.

Unmarkable locations are either not directly visible to people, or simply cannot be marked on a map.

The one in Diagon Alley, London, is naturally the former, but it's limited to Muggle.

Having witnessed the Magical Kingdom and encountered countless people from other worlds, Mr. Granger had always harbored a vague sense of superiority over the Wizarding World and was proud of his identity as a dentist, immediately abandoned his reserve. "I've long been a member of the magical world!"

However, out of pride as a father and secretly not wanting to rely on his son-in-law Basil, he still chose to enter the lottery and settle down in Diagon Alley, London.

They didn't move directly into the [Magical Kingdom].

Even so, the Ministry of Magic officials still dared not take it lightly and carefully selected a location in Diagon Alley.

"I'm still not used to it. Going home feels like going to Gringotts." Hermione frowned.

Before her stood a snow-white building, with two Goblin dressed in scarlet and gold uniforms standing guard at the Winky bronze gate.

This is Granger House today.

"Dad, really, you should at least change the decor."

The Goblin named Griphook quickly appeared in front of the two and bowed, "Welcome home, Master Granger Miss Granger."

The door opened with a click.

Then came two crisp crackling sounds.

They are the Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione's parents.

As Basil's parents-in-law, they naturally possessed [Magic Fiber], specifically the ultimate version with an extra massive amount of magic power and a built-in basic spell library.

Now, the two have mastered the [Apparition] technique to perfection, and can use it with ease even in Granger's mansion, which is filled with [Anti-Apparition Array].

"My darlings, you're back!"

Mrs. Granger was incredibly welcoming and immediately gave me a hug.

"You've arrived."

Mr. Granger forced a smile as he looked at Basil, whose eyes were neither eyes nor nose.

"Dad!" Hermione gave him a disapproving look.

"How long are you planning to stay this time?" Mrs. Granger asked warmly, taking the luggage that didn't actually need to be prepared for her (carry-on space is standard nowadays).

What the elderly need most is this feeling of being needed.

Although Mrs. Granger looks like a young woman in her late twenties and shows no signs of aging.

"Three days," Basil said.

In fact, Basil could stay there forever; his residence at Granger House did not prevent him from going to other places at the same time.

His journey with Hermione, which he thought had ended, was not actually over.

He continues to wander through various parallel universes.

"Merlin's Beard! What the hell are you doing here, the Simpsons?"

Basil was stunned when he suddenly appeared on the bustling street.

The yellow skin of people who are like little yellow men everywhere cannot be achieved even if they eat ten pounds of tangerines.

But he was only stunned for a moment.

The next moment, the expression on his face turned playful.

"Wizarding World with only Dark Magic, White Magic, and techniques primarily focused on controlling spirits? Black Snape, black Grindelwald?"

"Is the current time 1995?"

"Interesting."

Basil looked in the direction of Little Hangleton.

The most powerful dark wizard has been resurrected, just one minute ago.

Harry stubbornly refused to show weakness; even in death, he wanted to be a fighter, not a cowardly waddling lap.

If he weren't unable to speak, he would have used the most vile language to curse the demonic figure before him— Voldemort.

The skin was so dark and matte that it was a sign that one had reached a transcendent level in the practice of Dark Magic.

If it weren't for its crimson snake eyes and white teeth, the tall, black-robed figure in front of it would be impossible to spot in the darkness.

"Lion's Eye, Star of Salvation, the Boy Who Lived?"

"Dumbledore has given you too much false glory."

"You and I both know that you are just a lucky one, surviving only because of the sacrifice of your white mother."

"He was lucky enough to be chosen by the Golden Lion of Gryffindor."

"Hmph~, not white enough and not black enough."

"Your yellow skin and the undeniable bestial features are proof of your mediocrity."

Voldemort swept his contemptuous hand over Harry's lion ears and tail.

Harry disagreed. He was indeed not as good as Hermione in magic, which was outwardly manifested in his skin not being as fair as hers. However, he had an O in his Spirit Arts Class and had even accomplished the "Supernatural Body" that many adult wizards had not!

Spiritual power is the decisive factor in determining a wizard's strength; magic is merely an auxiliary tool.

The reason he still retains his beast-like features is because his guardian spirit is too powerful.

Over the past three years, it has enabled him to defeat one seemingly impossible opponent after another, and Voldemort, whom he faces now, is one of his two defeated adversaries.

If it weren't for the Third Task and the Goblet of Fire draining his spirituality, he would definitely have been able to turn the tide with his guardian spirit protecting him.

"You're not convinced?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "You and I are both without Guardian Spirits and cannot manifest [Supernatural Body]. We can have a fair duel using only magic, in front of my family."

The moment the words fell, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling sound of Cloak.

Among the graves, behind the fir trees, in every dark corner, the sorcerer's Apparition.

They were all wearing hoods, walking very slowly, and being very careful.

The leader of the wizards revealed his true identity: Lucius Malfoy.

It was an incredibly pale face. His hand pulled towards the jawline, as if trying to peel off an invisible mask.

His hands turned black first, then his entire face; a black man named Malfoy Human World, and he immediately bowed.

"Master! You have finally been resurrected! We can finally unveil ourselves, finally appear in our noble black attire!"

"Pah! You really are a dark wizard! You really are the Apostle of Black!" Harry was so enraged that he broke free from his restraints and regained his ability to speak.

Neither Lucius Malfoy nor Voldemort paid any attention to Harry.

"You're absolutely right, Lucius. Only the [Black] can unearth the true nature of the Beast, the true essence of our guardian spirits. The [White] that makes lions eat grass and wolves eat mud is merely a shackle imposed upon us!"

The Apostle of Black echoed this sentiment.

"This world should be black, and everyone should be black!"

"Black leads the world!"

"Black people are the future!"

"Sorry, I don't want to be a black guy."

A sound made the entire cemetery fall silent instantly.

He was a blond boy with eyes as vast as the azure sea.

But what is most striking is the complete absence of any animalistic features on his body; he is so white that he glows, a skin color that even the greatest White Wizard Albus Dumbledore, did not possess!

"The White Wizard! A true White Wizard! Dumbledore went to great lengths to subdue me. You are the true the Chosen One of Prophecy!"

Voldemort advanced instead of retreating.

"Interesting, not only are you not afraid, but you're even moving closer to me?" Basil said with a laugh. "But there's one thing I need to correct. Strictly speaking, I should be..."

The slender fingers flashed with green light, directly providing the answer.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Death takes the form of lightning. Even though several wizards, including Voldemort, banished their physical bodies to the Spirit World immediately, and the others avoided it by growing wings, bending their legs, and other spiritual entities to inhabit their bodies and regain life by becoming "Supernatural Body," it still descended upon their bodies before they even saw it.

With several heavy thuds as objects hit the ground, the Apostle of Black and their leader were all wiped out!

Even in death, they could hardly believe that mere Dark Magic could penetrate the [Supernatural Body] and reach the [Spirit World].

"They're all dead?" Harry, who wasn't exactly a poor student and whose grades were actually quite good, was equally incredulous.

He thought he was going to die, but found that his body had broken free of its restraints.

However, he wasn't worried, because the moment he broke free, he had already obtained the Goblet of Fire, which had been transformed into a Door Key.

If anything goes wrong, he activates the [Door Key] to escape.

"Right."

Harry froze as the voice came from beside his ear, and a hand was also on the Goblet of Fire.

"I won't kill you." Basil looked at the [Goblet of Fire] in his hand with interest. "Interesting. The [Door Key] of this world is transmitted through the so-called [Spirit World]. These coordinates are interesting."

The next moment, the bizarre and fantastical [Spirit World] unfolded before their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the air, carrying the earthy smell, rushed into my nasal cavity.

Then came a fierce wolf howl.

Bang--!

"No! That's Professor Moody!" Harry cried out in despair.

He couldn't stop it in time. The mysterious man's fist had already struck, and Professor Moody's head exploded like fireworks. There was no brain matter or blood, only dazzling fireworks. It was hard to believe that a fist could do this. It wasn't even magic!

Professor Moody had clearly completed his [Supernatural Body], his body radiating a dazzling spiritual light, unlike the ordinary humanoid form with bestial features.

"No, he's not Moody. He's just Barty Crouch Jr. is also favored by the Wolf Spirits."

Basil gave a symbolic thump of his fist and looked toward the castle not far away.

What's this called?

"I'm at Hogwarts, and at the start of the game, I'm blocked at the door by Werewolf?"

He left Harry behind and headed towards the castle; his journey was not yet over.