Time Magic Reversed (5): Hiding Until Becoming a Potions Master

"The Dark Lord has been defeated!"

Someone shouted, raising both hands high as he fell to his knees like a madman and gazed up at the sky, tears filling his eyes.

No one knew whether he was happy or sad.

But no one cared.

Because the streets were full of people just like him!

Love and hatred aside, the Dark Lord's reign of terror, which had lasted more than twenty years, had finally vanished like smoke.

At that moment, the Death Eaters were standing trial at the Ministry of Magic.

Never again would someone shout "Dark Lord," only for a Death Eater to Apparate beside them and hit them with a Killing Curse, or viciously torment anyone who dared use the Dark Lord's title—let alone say the name Voldemort.

Of course, compared with other places, Knockturn Alley, crawling with Dark Wizards, was far more complicated. Sometimes, it was genuinely hard to tell whether these weeping people were mourning the suffering they had endured over the past decades, or despairing over the destruction of their hopes brought by the Dark Lord's defeat.

"Hey, Alex!" He nodded and smiled.

"Hey, Mr. Fiennes!" He nodded and smiled.

"Good morning, sir!" Fiennes cast a sharp look over the Potion Ingredients in his student Anthony Weasley's basket, then nodded. Good. No mistakes this time.

But he wouldn't praise the boy.

There was no point. It would only make these foolish students complacent. He had seen it happen far too many times.

Magic was, after all, extremely dangerous. A moment's carelessness could even get you killed. He'd had more than enough of being dragged down by these idiots.

He continued toward Knockturn Alley, until a brightly lit alley entrance came into view.

Beyond that entrance lay Diagon Alley.

Fiennes stood at the mouth of the alley,