"From this future?"
Sensing My Lord's thoughts, Herpo's eyes widened as he asked in a trembling voice, "My Lord... you mean that Guardian... he..."
He swallowed hard and struggled to calm himself before finally voicing the doubt in his heart. "He reached that era?"
"I truly hate this. Having all my thoughts exposed is utterly foolish!"
Herpo sensed clear displeasure in My Lord's thoughts.
"My body..." My Lord raised his head and looked at the moon hanging high in the night sky. "It will probably take some time to return. Since that is the case, I need a substitute."
Sensing My Lord's thoughts, Herpo immediately promised, "My Lord, please allow the Shepherd to serve as your substitute!"
The next moment, he once again felt My Lord's unmasked scrutiny. "That is indeed a good choice."
"I once guided you... and made you promises... What is it that you wish to accomplish?"
Herpo shuddered all over and abruptly lifted his head.
His lips trembled, his eyes burned, and his voice overflowed with hatred. "Kill Voldemort! My Lord, kill him! Make him pay the price!"
"Voldemort? And that place..." My Lord seemed to be examining somewhere. "He is there..."
"The place that Wizet Lovegood calls 'Hogwarts.' Let us begin there!"
His gaze fell back on Herpo. "I will use your body to accomplish this."
"You prom—" Herpo's pupils suddenly contracted. Before he could say another word, he felt that figure take a step forward, while his own soul took a step back and was forced out of his body!
An overwhelmingly powerful force of attraction appeared. Before he could react, it dragged him away, spun him around, and robbed him of consciousness...
This was an outcome he had never anticipated. He had thought it was the beginning of a new world, only to