Batman's Owl Godfather

Cedric smiled.

"You're right!"

He fully agreed with Bruce's point of view, "This is indeed a point worth thinking about. Bad people will also fight among themselves."

In other words, even in a small team of three people, there should be an opinion leader.

Able to dominate the overall situation and determine the target of killing.

Judging from the method of attacking Harry to make Sirius and Snape completely lose their sense of proportion, this person's idea was clear from the beginning.

Who could it be?

It's almost written on the surface.

Hermione, Malfoy, and Neville can't do it, but Sirius and Snape can be excluded based on their behavior.

Peter Pettigrew even lacks the courage to lead.

Then it would just be Fred or Cedric.

"I suspect it's Fred."

Bruce said to Cedric, "What do you think?"

"I don't think so."

Cedric looked into Bruce's eyes, "Fred saved Snape and disrupted the bad guy's original plan. From this point of view, he is already an absolute good guy.

"Bruce, you couldn't have imagined this.

"You're not doubting Fred, you're trying to see what my answer will be.

“I’m afraid you’ve already decided that I’m the bad guy.

"Now that we've reached this point, it's useless for me to explain myself. I know you better than anyone else, Bruce. When you decide on something, you will never look back."

I know you better than anyone else...

Bruce knew the weight of that statement.

But Cedric has the memory of Batman in the original world, so he naturally has the confidence to say so.

"But I can still assure you that I'm not a bad person."

Cedric said, "In your words, we exchange sincerity for sincerity."

At this moment, all Bruce's doubts were dispelled. Cedric was the one who killed Harry.

Not only did he understand himself, he also carefully observed himself.

Bruce just said this casually to Neville, but now Cedric knows about it.

How much research had he done on himself?

"That's perfect," Bruce said emotionlessly.

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind.

If he attacked Cedric now, not to mention killing him, he would at least completely incapacitate him.

Will the party end here?

Experiment with it.

Bruce turned his wrist in his robe and held the Supreme Wand tightly in his hand.

Then, something unexpected happened.

In the next second, the Supreme Wand disappeared and then reached Cedric's hand.

"Is this your thing?"

Cedric smiled and handed the Supreme Wand back to Bruce, "The wand is a very important thing for wizards. Don't lose it."

"Thanks."

Bruce calmly took the wand.

Although he can cast spells without a wand, the results of doing so now are already obvious.

"Since you are a good person, I'm relieved."

Bruce said, "It seems that this banquet can have a satisfying ending."

He turned to leave, this time the purpose of the conversation had been achieved.

"Bruce."

Suddenly, Cedric stopped him. Bruce turned around and saw that Cedric's expression was more serious than ever.

It's like treating an opponent who deserves respect.

"Is it because you care so much about this banquet because there is someone at the banquet that you care about very much?"

Cedric asked, "Like the kind of person who would never allow others to hurt you until you fall?"

"It's very important family."

Bruce replied.

"family……"

Cedric's eyes were in a trance for a moment. The loneliness in him at this moment was not something a teenage student could feel.

"That's it, I understand."

Cedric came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Although we are all willing to risk our lives to protect our families, reality often does not give us such a chance.

"Bruce, you are lucky this time because you can protect the things you cherish with your life."

Bruce understood this confusing conversation.

The loneliness in Cedric's eyes had also appeared in him before.

At this moment, maybe Cedric, maybe Batman, made a promise to Bruce——

"I can avoid hurting Hermione before I kill you."

…

The panic at Hogwarts didn't last long, because just that afternoon, something even more shocking happened.

A corpse appeared in a secluded corner and was discovered by a house elf.

Professor McGonagall came first, and now she needs to do everything in the school herself.

The corpse had been damaged beyond human appearance, especially the face, which had been beaten with stones until it was bloody and bloody.

Professor McGonagall held back her nausea for a long time to identify him, and finally used magic to restore his appearance.

"It's Sirius."

Professor McGonagall was a little lucky that she was not a student or faculty member, but just a fugitive from Azkaban.

She didn't know Sirius was innocent and thought he was still Voldemort's most loyal servant.

"That's fine."

Professor McGonagall said, "At least there is one less hidden danger in the school."

Soon, the news of Sirius's suicide spread throughout Hogwarts.

The owl brings news to Bruce about the scene.

"Sirius's method of death this time is stoning."

Katum said, "I didn't tell you the details of Harry's death last time. In fact, Harry's death was very painful. The way he died was an ancient Viking punishment.

"It was very bloody and painful. I won't tell you the details."

Bruce's face was as dark as water. He knew why Cedric insisted on using this method.

Using the method of execution allowed Cedric to comfort himself in his heart that he was not a murderer, but an executioner.

Bruce wanted to use an adjective to describe Cedric's current state of mind.

But after thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of a suitable word.

"I guess you want to say screw it?" Katum asked, "You want to kill someone, but you don't want to admit it, and you're both responsible and independent at the same time?"

"No."

Bruce shook his head and said, "I think pervert is more appropriate."

…

As expected, the gong sounded in the castle, and the third banquet was about to begin.

In fact, Bruce had observed the reactions of those around him.

It seemed that after the first gong, the next two were inaudible to all but the members of the party.

"Is it because of the brand?"

Bruce realized this, but how did he hear it?

"You haven't explained to me clearly what this symbol is."

Bruce mentioned the mark again to Katum, with an owl on it.

Katum always said that this owl had nothing to do with him, but Katum didn't say what the reason was.

But this time, Katum answered the question head-on——

"Minerva's Owl takes flight at dusk."

"This symbolizes the reflection at the end. The original city of Athens made this kind of coin to pay tribute to their goddess Athena."

“But in fact, the style of this coin comes from an even more ancient past.

“This is the soul coin for crossing the River Styx, the fare given to the ferryman Charon.

“One life for another life, that’s what it means.

"Killing a person will take away his soul coin and give him a new life."

After that, Katum explained a few more words.

"I just found out about this. I didn't know about it before."

Soul coins?

Bruce asked: "Then what does this have to do with the sound of gongs?"

Katum explained: "Because there is no gong at all. The sound you hear is the sound of the soul coin being struck, but the sound of the struck coin is ridiculously loud."

Ridiculously large soul coins.

"Whose soul?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know either."

The owl thought for a while and finally expressed a concern in his heart.

“In fact, the owl coin is not the earliest style of soul coin, because it is a silver coin.

“The truly higher-level soul gold coins come from an earlier source.

"That kind of coin is called——

"Amber gold coin!"

Amber gold coin…Amber gold…

Bruce suddenly realized at this moment that the soul gold coin was the fifth metal!

"Okay, let's wait until the third Ares Banquet. I have a hunch that this is the last banquet."

"I have a hunch too."

Bruce said, "Looking at Cedric's performance before, he is already guaranteed to win."

The good guys have already lost.

Bruce now wants to see what irreversible things will happen when the spokesperson of the God of War wins this banquet.

…

Seeing Hermione again, her state was suddenly completely different from before.

"I heard Sirius died."

Hermione stood by the window, looking straight at the sky outside.

"At the banquet, everyone didn't vote, and I thought for a moment that no one wanted to hurt anyone.

“But after the banquet, deaths appeared one after another.

"Even if I don't want to admit it, I have to face this fact.

“Among the people who joined me in not voting were Harry’s murderers!

"Some of us have gone crazy!"

Hermione looked now, although she was still scared, but no longer as confused as before.

She has realized that she must face all this bravely as a Gryffindor.

Even if she has to doubt her classmates and friends!

“We were wrong not to vote before!”

Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "I understand, voting is the only way for good people to win!

"This time, no matter how tough the accusation, I will cast my vote!"

Bruce stood aside and said nothing.

Only then did he finally feel a sense of relief.

"Although it's late, it's better than never." Bruce thought to himself, "Hermione, you have grown up."

This is how Hermione should have been.

She is not a delicate little girl, she has a lot of strength and means.

She can keep the beetle transformed by female reporter Rita Skeeter in a bottle during her fourth year until the end of the school year.

You can also carve words on the faces of girls who betrayed Dumbledore's Army in the fifth year, and they will never disappear.

Hermione was never merciful.

Before, she was still a little weak and didn't dare to avenge Harry.

Because that requires doubting your other friends.

But now, everything is different.

"Let's go, Bruce."

Hermione clenched her fists, raised her chin, and became the know-it-all girl again.

As long as she accepts her own weakness, she is invincible.

…

Near midnight, Hermione arrived at the Great Hall.

Everyone has arrived.

Hermione sat down with the owl in her arms, just like Fred before, her eyes lingering on everyone.

Guessing who the murderer is.

"It must be impossible for Professor Snape. He attacked Ares and almost couldn't come back."

Hermione analyzed, "So it's impossible for Fred, he was the one who rescued Professor Snape."

Unless this is two bad guys singing a double act, but this obviously exceeds the rules of the banquet.

"Then further excluding the two dead people, Harry and Sirius, and me, there are only four people left."

Hermione looked up at the other people at the party.

Cedric, Neville, Malfoy, and the dead Peter Pettigrew.

Three of these four people participated in the murder of Harry and Sirius!

"Neville...there won't be you..."

Hermione looked at the shivering boy next to Malfoy.

She really didn't want to doubt Neville!

"No matter what, I have to cast a vote today, and I have to convince others to vote too!"

Hermione thought in her mind, "Fred and I have two votes. In the worst case scenario, the bad guy has three votes, so the leader's half vote is crucial!"

She glanced at Professor Snape.

One day passed, and the other party still had not come out of the previous state.

He was still in a daze for a long time, but occasionally he regained consciousness and was able to say a few words to the person next to him.

Then continue to be in a daze.

Although I don’t know what he went through, he is obviously unable to vote.

"So I have to find the last good person and get half of the leader's votes in order to have a chance of victory!"

The situation is now critical.

Hermione was prepared to listen carefully to everyone's speeches.

Her speech must also be able to impress people!

However, just when Hermione was complacent, Katum sighed in his heart.

It's too late, the good guys will lose.

"Hello everyone."

Ares appeared at the guest of honor and greeted everyone on the long table.

"After the last party, we lost another member, Sirius. He left us peacefully."

Ares said, "The banquet has been advanced again. Now, everyone can start discussing."

Hermione immediately sat upright, ready to listen to what everyone had to say.

Just then, Fred sighed and was the first to speak.

"I have something to tell you."

He looked at the remaining people on the field, and there was no joy in their expressions.

There is only despair and exhaustion.

"I am the protector of the eagle."

The first sentence he spoke directly conveyed information that was enough to attract everyone's attention.

But Fred didn't care about this, he just said what needed to be said almost numbly.

"The first time I used the power of the Patronus, I looked up Peter Pettigrew's identity. He was the bad guy, no doubt about it.

"But after the second banquet started, I couldn't be happy anymore. Everyone knew the reason. Peter Pettigrew died and I wasted an opportunity.

“Then the second time I used my ability, I looked up Cedric.

"He's a bad guy."

"So, it was Cedric who killed Harry, and he was the one who killed Sirius."

After saying this, Fred turned his head and looked at Cedric sitting next to him.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Fred's eyes were full of sadness, "I've known you for almost five years, you shouldn't be like this!

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

Faced with Fred's questioning, Cedric didn't show any panic, he just shook his head.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

He said, "I am the protector of the eagle, and for the first time I also checked the identity of Peter Pettigrew.

"He is a bad guy. The second time I checked Hermione's identity, she is a good guy.

"As for you, Fred, you finally can't act anymore?"

Two protectors, an expected situation.

Hermione didn't hesitate at all. Even if Cedric said she was a good person, she was 100% sure at this moment that it was Cedric who killed Harry!

"It turns out to be you!"

Hermione gritted her teeth and stared at Cedric with a dark look.

Harry's revenge must be avenged!

But on the other side, Fred, who had become the center of attention, looked calm.

Deadly calm.

He looked at Cedric and said softly: "Is it interesting?"

Hearing this, Cedric's face suddenly showed a bright smile.

"It's really not interesting."

He smiled and said, "Look, Hermione, who I thought was a good person, is now looking at me with hatred. There is no point in me continuing to play the role.

"Well, Fred, I have to admit, you got me!"

He admitted it!

Hermione could hardly suppress the excitement in her heart, and the pleasure of being about to avenge her friend welled up in her heart.

"Fred..."

"Hermione!"

Before she could speak, Fred interrupted her.

He looked at Hermione with a wry smile on his lips, a feeling of despair, as if he was saying goodbye before his death.

"We've already lost."

Fred said, "I always wanted to protect you younger brothers and sisters, but I'm sorry, I couldn't do it."

Lost?

Hermione stammered: "Fred, what are you talking about?

"We still have a chance. This time we vote Cedric out, and there will only be one bad guy left. We can win!"

Fred retorted loudly: "We can't win!"

He said: "Hermione, I don't know if you believe it or not, but my intuition has always been very strong. I think Peter Pettigrew is a bad person, and he is indeed a bad person. I think Cedric is a bad person, and he is indeed a bad person.

"Now, Hermione, I'm going to tell you something desperate."

Suddenly, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Neville and Malfoy, who were hugging each other next to Hermione.

"I now feel that both of them are bad people."

Hermione didn't understand what Fred was saying for a moment.

Did he realize that he was talking about four bad guys in total?

"This is not a game, Hermione."

Fred said to Hermione, "I felt some strange changes in the familiar people around me when school started.

"Cedric, for example, is sometimes very familiar to me and sometimes very strange to me.

"And Neville, from the beginning of the banquet, although he has been acting scared, I feel that his fear does not come from his heart.

"Neville's acting skills are not bad at all."

Hermione suddenly turned her head to look at Neville and found that Neville was also looking at her.

Only then did Hermione realize that what Fred said did make sense.

Hermione was already very familiar with Neville, and she knew exactly what he looked like when he was truly scared.

That would cause him to faint directly.

But now, although Neville looked a little scared, his body was just trembling, a bit like a poor acting performance that used too much force.

"Neville..."

Hermione stammered, "Were you among the people who killed Harry?"

"I, I, I..."

Neville seemed to want to explain something, but when the words came to his lips, no words came out.

Hermione's heart had sunk to the bottom.

Impossible...impossible...

She thought of her first meeting with Neville, the boy who almost cried because he couldn't find the toad.

Can actually kill people?

Those who were killed were his classmates and friends!

"I don't believe it..."

Hermione murmured, as if to comfort herself who was completely desperate.

"Malfoy, yes, Malfoy!"

She suddenly woke up and turned to look at Fred, "Can't it be Malfoy? He... is usually very bad!"

"And Malfoy, of course."

Fred sighed and said, "But Malfoy's problem is not the same as Neville's, but the same as Cedric's.

"Sometimes I feel like he's Malfoy, sometimes I feel like he's not, it's hard to tell.

"At least now, he's not!"

Hermione was completely confused.

What is and is not Malfoy? Don't you think Fred said this in a convoluted way?

At this moment, when Hermione was completely in confusion, Katum completely understood.

He began to feel annoyed.

Yes, how could you ignore such an important person?

Lupine, Sirius, and Cedric, since they have all awakened the memories of DC peers.

There is no way that the other person has not awakened!

There is clearly a DC peer in Hogwarts Castle!

That's Malfoy!

Owl looked at Brother Drag, probably because this guy was too annoying, and Katum didn't pay attention to him at all.

Malfoy's counterpart from the "Flash" universe.

He is the roommate of Barry Allen in The Flash, Julian Abbott, a British aristocrat and forensic scientist by profession.

But beyond that, he has another layer of identity.

That’s the villain who calls himself the ‘Alchemist’!

"Sure enough..." the owl murmured.

At this moment, Fred had made it very clear.

The original bad guys were Cedric and Neville, but there is something wrong with Malfoy and he may not vote with the good guys.

There were only three good people left, Fred, Hermione and Snape.

But Snape no longer had the ability to vote.

No matter how you count the votes, there are not enough votes.

They did lose.

"No, no..."

Hermione kept shaking her head, trying to deny it all.

She was obviously prepared for the realization, but the reality did not give her any chance to perform.

Ares looked at everything happening on the long table with a smile on his face.

"Hermione, run."

A smile appeared on Fred's face. It was a comforting smile, telling Hermione not to be nervous.

Then, a bloody hand came out of his chest.

The worst ending has begun.