tampered with the past

That reunion made the destruction that Harry's grandfather had always feared a reality.

Second Harry.

Blind, I didn't see the same emerald-green eyes under the same gray and white outlines, but everyone else at Hogwarts did.

At first, they were surprised.

Then, they are confused.

Finally, they fear.

The other Harry seems to have done something horrific.

I can't see it, but I hear people screaming.

"Fire!" someone yelled.

"Help me!" someone yelled.

In the chaos, a soft hand held me.

It's Elsa!

The dispute instantly became less scary.

Elsa led me through the ruins, over the ruins, and away from the battlefield.

"Don't worry," Elsa said to me. "They'll be all right. Harry Potter, your grandmother, and your grandfather, they're all protected by the Blessed Beast—Grandma told me."

The war broke out where I couldn't see it, and ended when I couldn't see it.

"Wait for me, Rose." I heard a man's anxious voice.

"Don't follow me, I hate you!"

The familiar voice made me look around.

is the mother.

is my mother.

It was my mother who was not close to me.

A very light gray outline emerged before my eyes.

"It's you." There was anger in my mother's voice that I had never heard before, "Hmph! A bunch of mediocre people! Tell them, it's three orange peels! Remember, it's three orange peels!"

The extremely light gray outline gradually dissipated.

"Rose...wait for me, I can explain."

"I don't want your explanations, you nasty Malfoy!"

The sound is getting farther and farther away, getting softer.

"Mother..." I whispered into the air, my heart was filled with a sudden sense of emptiness.

"I never told me that your parents are Yin Mei."

Elsa's words puzzled me.

"Sinister?" Uncle Weasley's diary mentioned it once, but he was apparently as ignorant of the term as I was.

"Phantoms with bodies—grandmother told me." Elsa's grandmother must have been a very knowledgeable woman. "Wizards always thought it was just a legend, but grandmother was right. Ghosts are real."

Elsa tilted her head and seemed to be thinking: "Today is the new moon, I think they must be rushing to the other end of the curtain - my grandmother told me that the new moon is a day full of aura, only on this day, Only wizards who have been turned into ghosts by resentment, sadness, and out-of-control spiritual power can find the way to rebirth under the moonlight."

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