Hermione's magical magic book has been getting hot from time to time recently, and then a certain record will be erased and displayed as blank.

According to Hermione's observation, this blank record is covered from the current time point.

When the pages of the book that record the entire history of this world from ancient times to the present become blank, it means that the world has no history and no past.

"This must be a very powerful magic."

Hermione rolled comfortably on the bed, laying on her back and turning forward.

The pages of the songs of the years are endless and are changing every moment.

Every time you enter a different world, many new pages will gradually be generated and all major events will be recorded.

But now, Hermione has turned forward more than fifty pages in a row, all of which are blank pages.

"It's like this again, the handwriting is disappearing."

Right in front of her, on some page, the handwriting of major historical events faded and turned into blank.

Depressedly throwing the book aside, Hermione quietly opened her suitcase and took out a silver cloak that looked a bit old.

"The invisible cloak made of the invisible beast's fur lasts for a year and is worth three hundred and seventy golden gallons."

She plans to do a very interesting activity - a night tour of the campus.

As early as when she was a third-year Hogwarts student, she had participated in night tours many times.

"What a pity, I can only go on the road alone."

There is a Granger family in every world, but it does not belong to her.

In every world, she is lonely.

"Clock Tower, I don't know if there is anything interesting."

Put on the invisible cloak and disappeared in an instant.

"Silent, eliminate the smell."

Finally, I added an ignorance spell to myself, so that it would not be easily discovered.

Put your wand, quietly unscrew the door handle, and walk out slowly.

On the ceiling of the corridor, there are lights that make the corridor bright.

The girls' dormitory she is in is the first room by the stairs.

In a short while, new students will settle in these luxurious single apartments, but now she is the only one living here.

"Uh, I almost forgot that the school is empty now."

Hermione was a little timid. Most of the entire clock tower is now empty, and almost the entire campus is on it.

There are few people here except for some employees and principals.

Before the scheduled student was reported, she had not seen any professor who should have appeared.

I still feel a little psychological pressure when I think of wandering around an empty campus.

However, this is not difficult. She still wandered around the campus step by step with her invisible cloak.

Unlike Hogwarts's turbulent aisle, the ever-changing stairs, the clock tower is more similar to the modern university campus. Everything is normal and full of academic atmosphere.

Hermione soon learned to talk to portraits because she found that most of these portraits were portraits of scholars, philosophers, and ancient scholars such as Newton and Aristotle, which were not uncommon here.

They usually exchange some experiences and continue their thoughts and research that they had not finished before their lifetime.

But Hermione has never been able to ask how to do the experiment in the painting. Whenever she mentions this question, all the people in the painting will close their eyes and keep silent.

"It's amazing. They can actually do experiments like they did before their lifetime, observe the movement of the astral bodies, and even go out to shop!"

"This is definitely not something that can be done easily! The portrait of the clock tower is fundamentally different from those of Hogwarts!"

After one night, Hermione seemed to have discovered something. Her strong curiosity forced her to fly to the principal's dormitory and ask about this secret.

This mentality of longing to find out the truth reached its peak after she saw an apple on a portrait with her own eyes!

"The portrait must have hidden some profound secret, I want to figure it out!"

The excited Hermione returned to the dormitory, sat straight to the desk, pulled a quill, covered with ink, and wrote down her discovery on her personal diary (Shishen Song of Time).

"The portrait of the clock tower is suspected to connect to a world in a painting. They can travel freely, and there are even the universe and starry sky there, which is the same law of nature as here......"

There are just a lot of blank pages, so you can write more.

In fact, she could write it in other diarys, but that might reveal her secrets, and so far only she can open "The Song of Times".

Even Dumbledore, who was once a certain world, had no choice but to do anything about it.

After writing this, she put away her invisible clothes and seized the time to lie on the bed to rest.

Tomorrow, I agreed to learn swordsmanship with Teacher Lily.

In the quiet night, the magic book lay quietly there.

·········

Ministry of Magic.

"Based on the current chaotic world situation, the troublesome time regression, and that bad prophecy... I propose to implement a backup plan to prepare for the last hope that the Ministry of Magic left after a major blow. Someone must insist on completing this plan, survive the cold winter days, and rebuild the Ministry of Magic."

"Code: Winter Plan!"

In this secret conference room, four people pointed to the land of Britain as witnesses, with four hands lying together, with their wands pressing into it, and sparks of magic kept splashing.

Unlike the two people who made a contract, the ordinary version of the unbreakable contract witnessed by one person, they chose the older original version.

This is an oath that can be made with the earth as a witness and an oath that cannot be violated. The powerful magic can even extend to their descendants. This is a oath that can be passed on.

"I, Donald."

"Yakaterina."

"Letner."

"Ian."

Then, they read out the oath in unison.

This step requires each of them to make a vow sincerely and extremely firmly before it will take effect. Any coercion will only lead to failure.

"I will surely defend the glory of the Ministry of Magic to the death. After the Ministry of Magic was hit hard or even forced to disband, I will do my best to keep in mind the mission of rebuilding the Ministry of Magic, and pass on it from generation to generation until it is realized."

"During this process, I will strive to ensure that this secret is not discovered and that no details of the winter plan will be revealed."

Round after circle of flames, wrapped around the arms of the four of them, and the map of Britain loomed in it.

"We split into four, keep each other secret, reunite every ten years, strengthen the contract so that the effectiveness of the contract will not decline."

Minister Donald added this sentence.

Another circle of flames tangled up, which was a manifestation of the promise of the four people at the same time.

“Even in the event of a conflict of interest, we are willing to protect our secrets and never betray us.”

"In any case, we can do nothing to try to evade this responsibility."

“············"

As the oaths were spoken, the flames almost surrounded them.

Finally, the contract was finished and branded on their wrists, as if they were scalded by boiling water.

Then, the mark of magic flashed by.

"Okay, the pledge is established."

There was a rare smile on his face, and the minister said:

"I will put the Winter Plan on the Top Secret and do not keep the names of the four of us, and can only be watched when the next Minister of Magic succeeds."

The prophecy is still forty-eight years away, and the current minister is afraid that he will not be able to see it.

The Winter Plan itself is a backup plan that is supposed to suffer a sudden and unpredictable blow to the Ministry of Magic, collapse or even split, and is made in this unfavorable situation.

Imagine that the enemy controlled the magic world, and they had to take away some of the information and transfer it to the ground in order to make a comeback one day and build the Ministry of Magic again.

After writing the only plan on the spot, the minister sealed it with magic on the spot. A black hole appeared out of thin air inside the room, looking like a message tube.

"This is a confidential magic that only the real magic minister can find and see the top secret files inside."

“In fact, it’s always empty.”

“To hide something in, you have to pay a permanent price.”

“It’s like this—”

Bite a towel, the minister cut off his little finger with his left hand, and almost fainted from pain and sweated heavily.

"This is an unhealthy injury. Only in this way can the effect of this magic be strong enough to ensure that the secret will not be seen or lost by outsiders."

The people next to him stopped him from bleeding with magic. Seeing him putting his hands in the parchment paper, the dark hole turned into a smog of smoke and then dissipated.
Chapter completed!