[Also known as: After the game was adapted from the original work, everyone thought I was a widower]
[The main body of the text is in third person persona and is adapted from the original novel. If you haven't played it, it probably won't affect your reading.]
I just accidentally traveled across time with my relatives and friends. Is this a distortion of human nature or...
Ahem, stop talking, hello everyone, my name is Roy, and just now I was in the duel field, and my stupid friend Blair was using an Obscurus to immediately harvest the remaining blood of the enemy——
Beautiful! Empty.
I blinked trying to make sure I saw it right.
When I opened my eyes again, I was refreshed in a mini wizard space that was as crude as a screaming shack.
Turning his head, the relative and friend who was still in the form of Obscurus waved his little black-red mist hand: "Hey, buddy? If I guessed correctly, we should have traveled through time! Cool! What year is it now?"
I flipped through the Daily Prophet in my hand: "Good news or bad news, which one should I listen to first?"
"Good news!"
"The good news is that it will be about ten years before your uncle Voldemort is resurrected."
"Yeah! What about the bad news?"
"I just received the memory, and the plot of our game came true."
"What do you mean, wait? You're not kidding me. I'll just press all the buttons to skip..."
"In other words, I am now an evil dark wizard who killed several Ministry of Magic officials for his best friends, a former Auror and a current wanted fugitive."
"What about me QAQ"
"Of course it's my best friend who died young."
Intention: Having you by my side is my greatest luck