Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 487: Struggling travelers
The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Long, long ago, Maca was also a person who liked to watch movies.
He especially likes epic blockbusters with big scenes, special effects and wonderful, because in that case, even if the plot is not outstanding, the audience can still admire the visual feast.
But whether it is a good plot or a great scene, the audience is called an audience because they can only watch, and cannot really intervene to change everything on the screen.
At this moment, as a time traveler, Maca feels as if she is watching a big movie with a terrible plot. Nothing else, just because he already knew everything that happened before him.
If someone now asks him what is the worst, he will tell that person that there is nothing worse than forcing himself to watch a movie he doesn't want to watch at all.
Yes, when Voldemort and the Dark Death were coming, he saw it clearly without any ambiguity. But where did Greenward enter Hogwarts, he didn't find out at all.
No wonder he and Voldemort both discovered him only when the other side showed up.
However, the harvest was barely possible, because he found that Greenward should have entered in a state of invisibility, and he could not show up until near the ice coffin. But as for where he entered from, he couldn't find out.
The sensitivity to magical fluctuations is also limited, and the periphery of Hogwarts is too large. If you want to find the other party before sneaking into the school, in addition to luck, I am afraid that you need to be extremely prepared to do it.
Now it’s time for Greenward to have some inexplicable conversation with himself at the time, but he can only stop in the distance, staring at the two small black spots in the forecourt of the castle. God.
Even if he knew the next doom, he still couldn't make himself take even one step.
Snowflakes are still falling from the sky, and the wind is still blowing uncontrollably. The cold air seems to freeze everything in the field of vision, but it is bitingly cold when sucked into the chest.
The whiteness of the mountains and plains seems to mourn the passing of Dumbledore, but it also seems to pave the way for the next moment's disaster.
The Hogwarts in the blizzard is majestic, covered with frost like a castle of ice in myth. But who can imagine that this place will become a forbidden place for souls that few people can approach in a short time?
The ticking sound of the time converter echoed in my ears non-stop, telling the passage of time ruthlessly.
Of course, there are still opportunities, let alone once or twice, that is, 10,000 or 20,000 times can continue to cycle. As long as he is cautious and does not exceed the maximum amount of backtracking time, the number of times is not a problem.
But what should I do? How can we save the fate of Hogwarts? Maca, who had always had a lot of good ideas in the past, took a breath this time and fell into a long silence.
The familiar plot is still going on, the weird floor-to-ceiling round mirror has been taken out, and the event once again leads to the powerless ending.
When the mysterious wave suddenly spread, Maca standing in the distance subconsciously touched the time converter in his chest pocket. At this moment, what he was thinking, even he himself didn't understand.
He only knows that this time he has failed without a doubt.
At this moment, Maca who was about to turn around and leave here, taking advantage of the remaining time to think about it, suddenly stared, revealing an expression of incomparable astonishment.
"What's the matter?"
At this moment, he has no time to think about more things, because he actually saw that Voldemort, who was supposed to be struggling next to the ice coffin, could not withstand this first shock, the fragment of soul. Has been pulled out of the body at once.
On the other side, the one at the time was still trying to fix his half-drawn soul, and he didn't notice the situation on Voldemort's side at all.
As for Greenward, he, who doesn't have the slightest heart to resist, has already withered in the cold snow.
This sudden and strange change did not give Maca a minute and a half to think about it. He didn't hesitate, almost like an instinctive reaction, he leaped forward quickly, and the staff in his hand swept down decisively.
Voldemort's soul cannot be sucked away by the round mirror. No matter what happens, this must be ensured. Otherwise, this time will not only be a disaster for Hogwarts?
The long-distance use of soul magic is an extremely thankless thing. But the current Maca must do this, even if the magic power is consumed greatly.
Even if Hogwarts cannot be saved this time, at least it will not make things worse.
The speed of most soul magic is very fast, and at this moment, this extremely solid black skull has exerted its maximum speed, quickly crossing hundreds of feet of distance, quite rudely Pushing Voldemort's soul fragment directly back into his body.
Only then did Maca realize what he had just done. Without saying anything, he immediately turned around and quickly retreated back. While staying away from the suction range of the mysterious round mirror, he took the time to glance over there.
The self who was focusing on resisting the suction and pulling back the soul did not seem to notice his behavior.
After evacuating far, Maca leaned on an evergreen tree and let out a long sigh of relief, thanking him for his safety. And what followed was that overwhelming fear and doubt.
Of course, there is also the glorious icy blue beam of light in the distance, which is fleeting in the air.
"What's the matter?" He seemed to only say this sentence, and repeated it again.
The snow on the tree leaned against him so, it fell rustlingly and smashed on him, but he had no intention of caring about these little things.
Maca, who was puzzled, stood up straight again after a period of depression and palpitations. Although he hasn't recovered much thinking ability in shock, he also understands that the most important thing now is to go back and take a look.
Maca, who hurried back, didn't even notice that the top of her head and shoulders were covered with snowflakes.
When he saw the situation in the Hogwarts vestibule clearly, he found that he was already holding a vial containing Voldemort's soul fragments and flew towards the gate.
"...This..." Standing in the shadow of the snow forest on the hillside, Maca's blankness gradually transformed into a touch of contemplation, "Isn't it true that I didn't find...?"
Probably because the situation has changed so quickly that he has no room to think. Now he finally calmed down a bit, and finally had enough time to organize his thoughts.
Suddenly, that sudden accident gave him a series of conjectures. But what came with conjecture was another good old memory.
"Is this changed or not?"
For the current Maca, the sudden change was naturally an unexpected situation; but for the self at the time, it was not a surprise.
Because I didn't notice this lightning-like fact at all at the time, so where did the accident come from?
The word "facts" gave Maca a shuddering feeling right now. Because he suddenly realized that all the influence he had caused during the retrospect of time was probably an established fact.
Just like going back to the past this time, he was affected by his own speculation and stopped moving, and it did not affect the development of the situation; just like the scene just now, his behavior is only one of the links that contributed to the ending.
Perhaps no matter what he does, the invisible rules of time will condense all his actions into the so-called "facts", but in the end nothing can be changed.
So he recalled the distant memory again, trying to find some clues for reference from the story of the person without Maca.
For a while, he shook his head dullly.
In that old story, Harry and Hermione also used the time converter, but it didn’t seem to change any facts~ IndoMTL.com~ The executioner’s butcher’s knife still fell, and he was caught in a dementor. Harry and Sirius, who had been surrounded by them, were still saved by the patron saint of stags.
They may think that they have let go of Buckbeak and changed the past, but they didn't actually see that the giant axe was only slashing at a big pumpkin in Hagrid. What's even more ironic is that the patron saint of stag was released by Harry himself who had returned to the past!
As far as the Barkerbek incident is concerned, how similar are the changes to Maca now?
"Huh...what do you want to prove?" Maca chuckled, "This proves that the fact has happened, and I just didn't see it?"
In a while, his time and space journey should be over. The original Harry and Hermione were able to settle without regrets, so would they do the same?
Maybe he will find out when he comes back, everything is gone?
Maca glanced back in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, the winding soul river is still shocking, and he mercilessly reminded him not to have any luck.
He is neither Harry nor Hermione, he is him, an incompetent man named Maca McLean.
Maca leaned over and held up a handful of snow, and after rubbing it with her hands, she directly covered her face with her slightly reddish cold hands. A strong chill passed through his cheeks and rushed straight into his brain, pressing down the irritability in his heart fiercely.
Yes, in the face of the rules of time that were colder than this ice and snow, although he felt weak, but he didn't mean to give up at all. Now that you have decided what to do, how can you give it up halfway?
Calm down for a while, at the moment when he put his hand down, the two figures that appeared in the corner of the field of vision made him stunned. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.