"Who... who exactly are you people?" Harry stared, dumbfounded and suspicious, at the girl undoing the binding spell on him. She looked seventy or eighty percent like him.
"Cousin, are these the ones you told us about? Potter and the others from another parallel universe?" The girl who looked very much like Pansy Parkinson sidled up to the dark-haired girl, studying Harry and the others with fascination.
"Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom all look fine. But what on earth is this?"
The girl pointed at Harry. "That can't possibly be Potter, can it?"
"Well, not necessarily. Didn't the old man explain parallel universe theory to you too? Maybe it's just a similar one..." the dark-haired girl said with a grin.
"Hey, why isn't there a me?" asked the boy who looked very much like Draco Malfoy, only darker and more muscular, in bewilderment. "And there isn't a you either, Cousin?"
"I don't exist in their world." The dark-haired girl spread her hands. "In their universe, my parents probably got me killed?"
"Hahaha, that actually happened?" The boy who looked like Draco doubled over with laughter, as though he had heard something particularly delightful.
But the dark-haired girl gave him a cold look without making any visible move. The next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes rapidly reddened.
"Cousin, you can't do that! Why did you suddenly hit me with a Sorrow Charm?" the boy complained pitifully, while even louder, utterly undisguised laughter rang out beside him.
"You... how could you..." Hermione had regained her ability to move and speak, but the first thing she did was look a little farther away. Over a dozen Australian wizards lay sprawled there in every direction. Most of the eleven dark wizards had already lost their lives.
Although almost all these dead Australian