The War Destined for the Future

After darting into the barrel in a blur, the rich aroma of the liquor made Minerva McGonagall feel slightly dizzy.

To make an inappropriate analogy, Professor McGonagall felt that she was like that poor ghost in the Second Floor bathroom of Hogwarts, hiding in the toilet when someone pressed the flush button on the tank, and she was swept into some kind of vortex, gurgling and flowing downstream.

After an unknown amount of time, the dizziness finally subsided, and Professor McGonagall felt herself lying on a soft bed. The thick cotton quilt had been aired out, and a comforting, sun-dried scent filled her nostrils.

After clearly understanding her situation, McGonagall got up from the soft bed in one go and became fully awake.

The room was decorated in Scotland style, with light green as the main color. The wooden furniture and accessories looked quite new, as if they had just been purchased. It was probably a house recently furnished by a newlywed couple.

"This is, this is..."

Looking at the familiar house, Professor McGonagall felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but walk quickly to the dressing table and examine her current appearance in the mirror.

Her pajamas were plaid, and the hairnet in her hair was still on. A white and green lace handkerchief was pinned to her chest.

Most importantly, although the woman in the mirror looked familiar, she didn't look that old, and the wrinkles around her eyes were much fewer...

Professor McGonagall stood there, speechless for a moment.

"Oh, Minerva, are you awake?" Elfstone Uquerte, her hair already turning gray, walked in from outside the bedroom, wearing an awkward apron and a happy smile on her face. "Come and try some, I made crème brûlée."

"El..." Professor McGonagall stared at him blankly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Elfstone looked at his new wife with a puzzled expression, wondering why she looked like this. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Is someone talking about you keeping the surname McGonagall?"

"Oh, never mind that. I don't think McGonagall is Muggle surname, or Uquitt is Pure-blood surname... all that nonsense, I—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a smile suddenly bloom on his wife's face, and he was momentarily stunned.

Professor McGonagall looked at the man before her. This was when they had just gotten married. She knew that her husband would die from an accident involving Venomous Tentacula three years later. As a mature professor, she was well aware that history could not be changed.

But she is still grateful that fate brought her back to this time, allowing her to relive the best three years of her life.

McGonagall said with a smile, "Right now, I just want to try your pudding."

"Of course, no problem... Oh, I mean, it might be a little burnt, but it still tastes pretty good..."

The cloudy Mead exudes a complex aroma, a blend of the alcoholic fragrance of fermented wheat, the sweetness of wild honey, and the aroma of fusel oils produced during fermentation.

Even after tasting this flavor countless times, Daisy still feels it's the best wine she's ever had:

"When the four founders arrived in the alternate dimension, they were all speechless with shock at what they saw... Over the course of hundreds of years, the magic of the Immortal had corrupted the alternate dimension into an unimaginably distorted state, where almost no living beings could survive..."

"A fog that shrouded the entire world, drifting acid rain clouds, monsters made of twisted flesh and blood... the entire space was filled with unsettling and bizarre phenomena. Just when the four were at their wits' end, Hufflepuff pierced through the illusion to see the reality and led the other three to find the clues left by Merlin and Morgan."

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Dursley ..." Loren frowned, interrupting Mrs. Dursley's story. "Why did Merlin only leave behind clues? Where is he? Did he die in another dimension?"

He couldn't believe that this Legendary Wizard who changed the world had simply vanished. Judging from Mrs. Dursley's earlier account, Merlin was able to serve three kings and continue to hold his own against others for decades after killing the Immortal. It seemed that Merlin had broken through the limitations of lifespan and achieved immortality like the Immortal.

Inside the alternate dimension prison, the Immortal certainly wouldn't have been able to kill Merlin, otherwise they would have broken out long ago.

Why didn't Merlin stop the Immortal ' unusual movements in time, but instead left clues and waited for the Big Four to discover them?

"No one knows where Merlin is..." Daisy stared at the murky Mead, and after a moment of silence, slowly shook her head. "Perhaps he was killed by Vivian, perhaps he was like the kind Immortal of the past, tired of his long life and chose to end it all, or perhaps, as you said, he and Vivian are living happily somewhere."

"All I know is that after the four Founders of Hogwarts arrived in the alternate dimension, they found Fairy Morgan's Wand under a fruitful oak tree. The moment Madam Hufflepuff touched the wand, the light and shadow and memories sealed in history surfaced before the four founders, and they understood the whole truth..."

Unlike Merlin, the four founders possessed more novel magic with greater potential... but they were too young at the time to contend with those Immortal over hundreds or thousands of years.

"It sounds like it was shortly after Hogwarts was founded, before Gryffindor and Slytherin fell out, so they hadn't fully matured yet..."

Loren nodded. "However, if the four of them coordinate perfectly, and with the Killing Curse that has already become known, it's not impossible for them to fight, right?"

Daisy glanced at Loren's expectant expression and shook her head. "The experience of the Immortal made them work together more closely. Moreover, the Killing Curse that has been passed down is somewhat different from the magic Merlin used to kill the Immortal. Furthermore, the magic was cast by the four founders, and their Magic Power is still some distance from Merlin's."

"The most troublesome thing is that the Immortal, who have been imprisoned for hundreds of years, have gradually gone mad. In order to break through Merlin's spacetime blockade, they tried all kinds of forbidden magic on themselves and others, making a mess of the entire alternate dimension... The four founders were in an unfamiliar environment, were no match for them and could only struggle to hold on, and eventually fled in defeat."

"Ah, they can't even beat them..." Loren muttered to himself. "I thought they could slowly wipe them out with their friendship and such, but they lost even in a combination attack..."

"Like I said before, even the greatest wizard is still human..." Daisy didn't seem worried much; she knew how things would unfold, and that justice would ultimately prevail over evil.

"Upon returning to the real world, the four founders realized they couldn't confront the Immortal head-on. They sought out King Ragnuk I the Goblin Kingdom once more, and with his help, constructed a spell using the Ravenclaw's Diadem and the Hufflepuff's Goblet— "

Using the Ravenclaw's Diadem to absorb the twisted and maddened consciousness of the Immortal, and then using the Hufflepuff's Goblet to obliterate them, this plan continued for many years, ultimately achieving complete victory. They never dreamed of any more absurd scenes, and the vessels used to explore dreams no longer connected to other dimensions.

Loren knew that things were not as simple as Mrs. Dursley had made them out to be. The four founders had completed the work that Merlin and Fairy Morgan had not finished. Judging from the path and methods they had chosen, the four of them had forged a new path in the Magic Power of the soul.

Ravenclaw's mastery of intellect, Hufflepuff's unique gentleness... it's just unclear what role Slytherin played in all of this.

As for Gryffindor?

It's probably because they invited King Ragnuk I the Fairies again.

"In other words, the four founders were unable to go to the other dimension to confirm the results of the battle..." Loren carefully sorted out what she said, "This way of handling things is very wise, and very Slytherin, but they cannot take the initiative to go deep into the other dimension, and no one knows the real situation... The Immortal are also a group of cunning people."

As Loren spoke, his tone unconsciously became somewhat serious, and a hint of worry appeared on his face.

The main problem is that there's a Dark Lord in the real world who could collude with the Immortal at any time and cause a huge mess for the world... If that happens, Loren is worried that Headmaster Dumbledore won't be able to handle it.

After all, even Merlin and the four founders couldn't completely deal with those guys...

Daisy shook her head and explained, "It's just that we couldn't confirm it at the time, Ravenclaw and Slytherin couldn't be completely at ease... Later, as they studied magic more diligently, in their later years, through the records of astrology left by the Fairy Morgan, they reopened the passage to another dimension."

"The minds of the Immortal have completely perished, but before they completely decayed, they left a curse on their remaining bodies, claiming that Muggle and wizards would suffer even greater calamities than the Immortal in the future."

"If they couldn't create such a disaster in their lifetime, then this curse sounds like a helpless roar before death..." Loren said in a relaxed tone, his heart sinking back into his stomach. "Besides, nearly a thousand years have passed since that era, and the world is still fine."

Somewhat strangely, Daisy did not agree with him, but quietly drank a glass of wine. "They did indeed set a curse, and they even managed to outmaneuver the four founders."

"Huh?" Loren looked at her in astonishment.

"The Immortal anticipated that the four founders would return to the alternate dimension, so they concealed their most malevolent magic, the magic that pursued immortality, in an imperceptible way, attaching it to the Ravenclaw's Diadem, and after returning to the real world, they quickly disappeared and went into hiding."

Daisy recalled her experience, "Centuries later, this magic came into the possession of an evil wizard who spread the Black Death in an attempt to discover the secret of immortality through endless death."

"The Black Death ..." Loren's eyes widened, then he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Daisy and tentatively said, "I remember, Nicolas Flamel seemed to have resolved this problem..."

Loren stopped speaking abruptly, looking somewhat stunned.

Daisy practically recounted the entire A History of Magic before him, answering all the questions that had arisen from his studies of A History of Magic. For example, why Ancient Magic was lost and dissipated, and the mystery of the fate of the Immortal ...

However, with Nicolas Flamel's appearance, even more doubts arose in his mind.

If the magic of immortality has been destroyed and banned, then where did the method of using the Sorcerer's Stone to concoct the Elixir of Life come from?

Who exactly was Abraham? Was he Immortal?

The choice is between a benevolent Immortal understands himself and an evil Immortal participates in ruling the world.

What role did Mr. Flamel. Nearly Headless Nick Lemaître play in this history?

Finally, there was one more thing. Loren looked up at the creator of the Leaky Cauldron, Daisy Mrs. Dursley. Why was this 16th-century woman here?

"Yes, the magic left behind by the Immortal caused a great deal of trouble for the world... But looking at the whole of history, the Black Death is just a minor page or two. Like Merlin and the four founders of Hogwarts, Mr. Nicolas Flamel eventually solved this great problem."

Daisy seemed oblivious to Loren's probing gaze, or perhaps she sensed it but didn't care. "But that doesn't mean we're safe... After the Black Death, Muggle seemed to break free of their shackles and developed at an unprecedented pace. By my time, they had become the masters of the world."

"It sounds like... the Black Death isn't a more serious disaster than the Immortal, is it?" Loren frowned slightly. "And did the four founders just let that curse go? Given Slytherin and Ravenclaw's personalities, even if they thought the curse was just impotent rage, wouldn't they have examined it carefully?"

"In fact, Slytherin did indeed glimpse the truth of the curse through Prophecy ..." Daisy's expression was slightly dazed, and it took her half a minute to slowly regain her composure before she spoke in a sharp, deep voice, her eyes sharp.

"That curse is a war that is destined to happen, a war in the distant future, a war between wizards and Muggle!"

"What's the meaning?"

Daisy said calmly, "Mr. Morgan, do you think Muggle and wizards can coexist peacefully?"

"Should..." Loren thought about it carefully, but couldn't come up with a definite answer.

Dumbledore had asked him a similar question, and at the time he believed that the Wizarding World was destined to be impacted by Muggle society, and wizards were destined to be ideologically transformed by Muggle...

Looking at this issue again now, I have new thoughts.

Any impactful transformation will generate conflict and resistance. If the wizards' resistance causes real harm to Muggle, if the conflict continues to escalate...

"In my youth, I witnessed many tragedies between wizards and Muggle, so when I built the Leaky Cauldron, I didn't have any unrealistic fantasies. I simply wanted to create a place where wizards and Muggle could coexist peacefully..."

Daisy glanced back at the brightly lit lobby of the bar, her voice tinged with melancholy. "But that's just wishful thinking. There can only be one victor in a war..."

If the wizards win, Muggle bloodlines will be imbued with magic, and the covenant will reduce them to slavery, as lowly as House-elf. If the Muggle win, the wizards' Magic Power will be considered original sin, and they will be subjected to various cruel punishments to atone for it.

"This is just the worst-case scenario..." Loren opened his mouth, but his words were not convincing at all.

Even in a world without magic, humanity is divided into different camps simply because of skin color, and violence and conflict have never ceased. Even in the 21st century, there are still those who wage war in the name of racial conflict, indiscriminately slaughtering women and children from the other side.

War is an eternal theme in human history.