How Dare You Use My Magic Against Me, Potter?

Whether it's Britain or not is unknown, but at least the newspaper report is quite detailed and plausible.

The photos above, in particular, confirm that the report is not unfounded.

After turning the page, there was another photo—the woman in the photo looked like a mature version of Veratia, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and her overwhelming aura was simply too powerful to resist.

"Is this another version of me?" Veratia asked, taking the newspaper with interest. "Hmm, she certainly doesn't seem like a positive character, but then again, how did things turn out this way?"

Yes, why is that?

"Perhaps it's because in that timeline, the Potters weren't killed by Voldemort," Mr. LeMay said, crossing his arms. "That's why Harry didn't travel back a hundred years and become friends with Miss Grindelwald... and Miss Grindelwald, who remained in that timeline, was obviously much more dangerous than Gellert Grindelwald, so... she ended up looking like she did in the newspapers."

"Then why do we remember what happened before?" Pabbie asked suspiciously, "Including how we met Harry, and our time at Hogwarts..."

"That's because of the special nature of this Alchemy Room, Miss Sweeting," Mr. LeMay explained with a chuckle. "It has some peculiar little patterns that can temporarily shield against the effects of changes in the timeline..."

"I see..." Pabbie nodded in understanding. This time she really understood, instead of just half-understanding.

"But..." Veratia's attention was clearly on another matter. "Look, logically speaking, in this timeline I should be over 110 years old, right? But why do I still look so young?"

That's a really good question, and it stumped everyone.

"You're really focusing on something strange, Grindelwald," Cassandra said, pursing her lips, but her eyes remained fixed on the photograph, seemingly quite interested in the matter as well.

"It seems Veratia in this timeline is truly amazing," Pabbie said with a look of longing. "The Magic Queen, that title sounds incredibly prestigious... But why did you invade Europe in this timeline?"

"In fact, her ultimate goal is to unify the entire world." Lady. Perenelle tilted her head and glanced at Veratia. "It should be mentioned that this hut won't last long. If it is eventually merged into this timeline, then you will all disappear..."

Lady. Perenelle's words extinguished any last shred of hope among those present.

"So," Pabbie suddenly asked, "How should we correct this messed-up timeline? What should we do?"

Upon hearing Pabbie's question, the entire room fell silent.

How do I correct the timeline?

That's easy. Just send James and Lily back to their original timeline.

but...

"Looks like we'll have to go back," James said casually, putting his arm around his wife's shoulder. "If I'm not mistaken, we not only need to go back, but we also need to die under Voldemort's Charms along the original timeline, and make sure Harry can travel back a hundred years to become friends with Miss Grindelwald, so she can come back here with us... forming a closed loop in the timeline, right?"

"No!" Sirius jumped to his feet, his voice trembling with rage. "I will not allow you to go back like this—"

"Listen to me, Sirius," James said with a chuckle. "This is our destiny, what we are meant to do—though we still have to die, it's already much more satisfying than what we had in our original world... At least we know that Voldemort will ultimately fail, and our son has become a hero, even a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago..."

At this point, James winked at Harry.

"Yes, my son is even more amazing than me; three outstanding girls are willing to give everything for him..."

Harry's eyes reddened.

He felt a lump in his throat, as if something was cutting into it, and it hurt a lot.

But he couldn't think of a good way to get his parents to stay.

"But we can defeat that Grindelwald together..."

Sirius was about to say something when James placed his hand on his shoulder, his voice gentle yet steady and powerful.

"We don't belong here, Sirius," he said. "Lily and I won't let the whole world suffer the consequences just to survive a few more days. That's not what we want..."

Sirius was panting heavily, painfully supporting his head with his hand.

"Pads," Lily said softly, "Thank you for everything you've done for us and for Harry, but this is something we have to do."

"At least have a meal before you leave," Lupin said from behind, trying to persuade them to stay. "Mr. LeMay just said that this cottage will remain for a while, so why don't we have a meal together before you go?"

Lupin's statement was met with agreement from those present.

There's really no need to rush back; we should at least have a meal first.

"I'll go prepare dinner," Lily said gently. "Harry hasn't had any of my cooking yet..."

Harry sniffed and nodded emphatically.

Sirius volunteered to follow along, ready to help Lily —something he often did, though Lily preferred to call it "making trouble" rather than helping.

A short while later, Lily kicked him out of the Kitchen.

"Haha..." Sirius, a little embarrassed after being kicked out of the Kitchen, tried to salvage his image. "Lily doesn't actually need my help..."

"No, it's because I don't need you to make things worse." Lupin didn't care about ripping off his good friend. "In the first place, Lily wouldn't let you into the Kitchen because you always made things worse..."

Sirius's face turned red, and he kept explaining, saying things like "tipping over the pot doesn't count as making things worse" and "it's normal to mistake sugar for salt," and the air was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"It's obvious that the Godfather's nose isn't very good," Cassandra whispered in Pabbie's ear.

"So you admit he's the Godfather?" Pabbie asked in a similarly low voice.

Cassandra's face suddenly flushed red. She gave a heavy snort but didn't refute anything further.

Pabbie chuckled and stopped teasing her.

Harry laughed for a moment, then turned around and saw Veratia still deep in thought, so he asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"I have a feeling something's not right," Veratia said, frowning. "It's like we've left something behind... Wait, I'm almost there..."

Seeing Veratia say that, Harry was worried about disturbing her train of thought, so he didn't say anything more.

Pabbie suddenly jumped behind Harry and hugged him from behind.

"Hey, Harry!" she said. "Should we call Lady Death later? I mean... after all, she gave you this gem, otherwise you wouldn't have met your parents, would you?"

Upon hearing Pabbie's words, Veratia's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"You're right, Pabbie," Harry nodded. "We should definitely thank her. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten about it..."

"Then I'll go call her~" Pabbie happily, skipping and hopping towards the Alchemy Room.

The sudden jump caused a huge wave that made Harry feel dizzy.

What has blinded me?!

A moment later, Pabbie came out, followed by Lady Death.

However, to everyone's surprise, the moment god of death stepped out of the room, Veratia raised her hand and unleashed a dark green Charms.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light streaked past, striking the unsuspecting god of death.

What was unexpected was that god of death, who was under the Killing Curse, seemed completely unaffected, as if what she had just been cursed with was not Killing Curse, but some trivial little Charms.

"You're not god of death, who are you?" Veratia asked warily, pointing her wand at the "god of death" as if facing a formidable enemy.

Harry stood up and took out the wand from his pocket.

He instinctively chose to believe Veratia; since she had already cast the Killing Curse at the outset, it meant she had already made a preliminary judgment.

Upon hearing Veratia's words, god of death smiled brightly at her.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, a black vortex appeared centered on her.

Space distorted for a moment, accompanied by crackling sounds, and the white-haired god of death disappeared, replaced by a cold and beautiful young woman.

"Veratia!? No! You're the Magic Queen!"

Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

Yes, this woman is none other than the magical queen in the photo who is a bit older than the one in this timeline, Verathea Grindelwald.

Upon hearing Harry's words, the wizards in the room instantly stood up and drew their wands.

Nothing more than the description of this Ms. Grindelwald in the newspapers...

A little...

"You seem surprised, Potter." Ms. Grindelwald lowered her head slightly and smiled with narrowed eyes.

She looked up again and turned her gaze to Veratia.

"This is the boyfriend you've decided on? It really makes me sad, like the me from another timeline..."

Veratia didn't answer her question, but coldly asked, "What is your purpose in dressing up as god of death?"

"What's your purpose?" Ms. Grindelwald laughed. "You misunderstand me. It's another me, only the fruit I planted has ripened and it's time to harvest it..."

"Fruit?" Veratia glanced coldly at Ms. Grindelwald, already having a guess in her mind.

Speculation about the "fruit" that Ms. Grindelwald mentioned.

"Of course it's you, my dear." Ms. Grindelwald took out her wand from her robes. "However... there's still some time. My fruit is not yet fully ripe... You should know that in order to merge the two timelines, I have finally found the right opportunity—you should have heard the saying, 'Every gift of fate comes with a price,' and this is the price you pay for using this gem."

Her haughty gaze swept across the crowd, and she spotted Dumbledore among them.

"Albus," she said softly, "Oh—perhaps Albus from this timeline. I never imagined you would look like this in your old age."

"Did I upset you, Lady?" Dumbledore asked with a touch of humor and wit.

"Of course not." Ms. Grindelwald's eye twitched slightly. "Even if someone is sad, it should be Gale... However, in this timeline, I've heard a little about your story."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore smiled noncommittally. "But that's just an old man's idle gossip. I hope you can return to your world instead of choosing to stay here."

"Really? You really hope..." Ms. Grindelwald narrowed her eyes, "You really hope to return this world to its original timeline? Albus?"

"Yes, I ask for nothing more, Ms. Grindelwald." Dumbledore the Elder Wand tightly in his hand.

He was ready for battle.

Sixteen-year-old Veratia was already a challenge for him; he couldn't imagine how terrifyingly experienced the Ms. Grindelwald must be in duels.

"If I were you, I would Albus."

Ms. Grindelwald suddenly laughed, but although her laugh was so dignified and elegant, it sent chills down one's spine.

"Okay, maybe I should tell Anna that her brother doesn't want to see her."

"Anna?!" Dumbledore's expression changed. "You mean... Ariana?!"

Ms. Grindelwald smiled with satisfaction and said softly, "Yes, Albus —in my timeline, Ariana did not die, and I resolved her Obscurus problem. Now she is my capable assistant, and we prefer to call her... Raphael ..."

Before she could finish speaking, another beam of green light struck Ms. Grindelwald.

Immediately afterwards, she slightly flicked her finger, and an invisible beam of light, like a snake, coiled around Veratia, binding her up.

"You think... you can kill yourself?" She gave him a mocking look. "Or has love blinded you and made you weak?"

"I may be weak, Grindelwald," Veratia bit her lip, looking at her defiantly, "But I'm never alone..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a dark cloud rose above Ms. Grindelwald's head.

It's Harry's Ancient Charm.

However, Ms. Grindelwald remained calm and made no move; she simply raised her hand and waved it at the dark cloud, which then vanished without a trace.

Harry wanted to use Ancient Magic again, but he was shocked to find that he had lost control of Ancient Magic without even realizing it.

"You dare use my magic against me, Potter?"

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Ms. Grindelwald's lips.

Then, amidst the shock of everyone in the room, she slowly said:

"Yes, I am the Merlin you speak of..."

"However, I prefer the other name that people use to call me."

"God!"

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