But does he still have a chance? Riddle had a little despair for no reason, and Dumbledore obviously destroyed all this knowledge. At this time, Harry and the other two had already surrounded Felix, "Professor, I'm angry." Hermione said with her mouth bulging.

Felix was stunned for no reason, then showed a polite smile, looking evil.

"Can you tell me about your origin? Depending on your age, you should be a student in the school? But I have never seen you..."

"What about you, what's your name?" Harry asked, feeling that he must have been a broken brain to ask such a stupid question.

"Albus Dumbledore," Felix said softly.

"Are you Dumbledore?" Ron shouted loudly. Fortunately, he turned his back to Riddle at the moment, otherwise Riddle might have seen the flaw in his expression, but if he only listened to the sound, it would be like questioning.

Harry was also stunned. Professor Happ, do you know that Principal Dumbledore is using someone else's name like this? Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "We are looking for you! Tom, run!" She stammered.

Riddle was completely confused. He had just experienced a major turning point in his life and was not as clear as usual. But he could see that these three people seemed to be coming for him, or for Dumbledore?

What the hell is going on?

No one answered his doubts. The battle began. Harry, Ron and Hermione cooperated tacitly and showed their strength and combat qualities far exceeding Voldemort, who was of the same age. After all, he was only in the fifth grade. Although he was excellent, he was within a reasonable range and had not been baptized by war.

During the battle, Felix's lips squirmed slightly, and Hermione looked at him, and he nodded slightly. Then Felix shouted as if he suddenly woke up, "Time converter! You have come from the future through the time converter!"

"That's right!" Hermione shouted righteously: "Your conspiracy cannot be successful, Dumbledore! You cannot kill Tom, and he will become our leader in the future to resist your evil rule."

Harry thought all this was ridiculous, even if it was a dream - no, he didn't have such an alternative imagination.

"Harry, use the patron saint Mr. Riddle taught you!" Hermione shouted again.

Ron almost fell down, he was completely numb, but he knew one thing: Hermione was the one who knew the situation the most. Harry knew nothing about it, and he... he should stop interrupting himself.

Harry had been brewing for a long time before he suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart and recited a mantra that was so familiar that he could not be more familiar to him.

"Huh—God—Guard—Guard—"

A real creature walked out of the tip of the staff, and a huge silver column of light rushed straight into the sky, brighter than the moon. Half of Hogwarts Castle was bathed in the silver-blue halo, like ripples in the sea spreading layer by layer. Everyone, including Tom Riddle, felt extremely excited and full of fighting spirit.

Harry's patron saint was too loud, and the lights in the rooms in the castle were on.

Riddle, sitting on the ground, looked incredible. Is this the patron saint? How could there be such a powerful patron saint? And - this is what his future self teaches others? For a moment, he suddenly developed a strong interest in this ancient magic.

"Who dares to hurt the students of Hogwarts?" A loud voice came from the principal's office like thunder.

"Principal Dippet!" Riddle shouted in surprise. He was really surprised.

An old white-bearded man flew out of the tower window. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then Felix was ashamed and angry, with a cold voice, "You have ruined my plan - Avada gnawed the big tile!"

The dazzling green light shone the faces of Harry, Ron and Hermione frozen.

In the next three days, major news continued -

Dumbledore, who was expected to inherit the position of principal, was proved to be a dark wizard and has now fled the school, but he then swaggered into the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic and snatched away all the time converters. It is reported that his behavior was related to his youth. He wanted to resurrect a man who had been dead for more than 40 years. This battle affected four students, and only one of them survived fortunately, but Principal Dippet refused to disclose more information to the outside world.

In someone's consciousness, the war begins.

...

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, panting. In his sight, Luna was happily holding up a creature about one foot tall - a pair of curved horns that occupied one third of the body on the head; a long nose - a bit like an elephant nose, but a lot shorter, as if half cut from it; a short, silver-brown fur covering his back like a thick fur; twisting around with a grumpy temper.

In classroom 7.

Felix opened his eyes and stood up slowly, "I almost forgot, I'm not a good person." He smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the experience. It took him a while to add some magical restrictions to Voldemort before he slowly returned to his office.

Just as I opened the bedroom door here, I heard a fierce knock outside the office.

"Professor-Professor-Open the door quickly-"

Felix suddenly felt a headache.
Chapter completed!