Chapter 487 Struggling Traveler

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! Long, long ago, Maca was also a person who liked watching movies.

He especially likes epic blockbusters with big scenes and wonderful special effects, because in that way, even if the plot is not good, the audience can applaud for the visual feast.

But no matter the plot is good or the scene is good, the reason why the audience is called the audience is because they can only watch and cannot really intervene to change everything on the screen.

At this moment, as a time traveler, Maca felt as if he was watching a big movie with a terrible plot. Not for anything else, just because he already knew everything that happened in front of him.

If someone asked him what was the worst thing, he would tell that person that there is nothing worse than forcing yourself to watch a movie that you don't even want to watch.

Yes, he saw clearly the attack of Voldemort and the Black Death Apostles. But where did Greenwald enter Hogwarts from, he didn't find out at all.

No wonder he and Voldemort only discovered him when the other showed up.

However, the harvest was barely there, because he found that Greenwald should have entered in a state of invisibility, and he didn't show up until he was near the ice coffin. But as for which direction he entered from, he couldn't find it.

There is also a limit to the range of induction of magic fluctuations, and the periphery of Hogwarts is too large. If you want to find the other party before the other party sneaks into the school, besides luck, I am afraid that you need extremely sufficient preparations to do it.

Now it's time for Greenwald to have an inexplicable conversation with himself at the time, but he can only stop in the distance, staring at the two small black spots in the castle vestibule in a daze.

Even knowing the impending doom, he still couldn't make himself take a single step.

Snowflakes are still falling from the sky, and the strong wind is still blowing non-stop. The icy air seems to freeze everything in this field of vision, but it is bitingly cold when it is sucked into the chest.

The white all over the mountains seems to be mourning for the passing of Dumbledore, but it seems to be paving the way for the next moment of disaster.

Hogwarts in the blizzard is majestic, and Daisu covered with frost is like a mythical castle of ice. But who would have imagined that it would not be long before this place would become a forbidden place for souls that few people could approach?

The ticking sound of the time-turner echoed non-stop in the ears, telling the passage of time relentlessly.

Opportunities naturally still exist, not to mention once or twice, even 10,000 or 20,000 times can continue the cycle. As long as he is careful and does not exceed the maximum backtracking time, the number of times is not a problem.

But what to do? How can Hogwarts be saved? Maca, who always had a lot of good ideas in the past, held his 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 incident has reached the powerless ending again.

When the mysterious wave suddenly spread, Maka, who was standing in the distance, subconsciously touched the Time Converter in his chest pocket. What was he thinking at this moment, even he himself didn't understand.

He only knew that this time it was undoubtedly a failure.

At this moment, Maka, who was about to turn around and leave here, took advantage of the remaining time to think about it, suddenly stared, showing an expression of incomparable astonishment.

what happened?

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, couldn't sustain the first shock at all, and the fragment of his soul had been crushed Pulled out of the body.

On the other side, the self at that time was still trying to fix his half-drawn soul,

Completely oblivious to what was happening on Voldemort's side.

As for Greenwald, he didn't have the slightest desire to resist, but he was already languishing in the icy snow.

This sudden and strange change did not give Maka a chance to think for a minute and a half. Without hesitation, he took a quick step forward almost like an instinctive reaction, and decisively swung the staff in his hand down.

Voldemort's soul cannot be sucked by the round mirror, no matter what happens, this must be ensured. Otherwise, this time would not only be a disaster for Hogwarts?

The long-distance use of soul magic is an extremely thankless task. But the current Maca must do this, even if the magic power is greatly consumed.

Even if it doesn't save Hogwarts this time, it at least can't make things worse.

The speed of most soul magic is very fast, but at this moment, this extremely solid black skull has exerted its maximum speed, quickly crossing a distance of several hundred feet, and quite roughly put Voldemort's The soul fragments were directly pushed back into his body.

Maca, who succeeded in one blow, realized what he had just done. Without saying a word, he immediately turned around and retreated quickly. 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 didn't seem to notice his behavior.

After withdrawing for a long distance, Maca leaned on an evergreen tree and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling lucky that he was safe and sound. And what followed was the overwhelming fear and doubt.

Of course, there was also that icy blue brilliant beam of light in the distance, which flashed in the air.

What's going on? He seemed to be the only one who could say this sentence, and repeated it again.

After he leaned on the tree like this, the snow on the tree rustled down and hit him head and face, but he didn't have the heart to care about these trivial matters at all.

Maca, who was full of confusion, stood up straight again after a burst of boredom and heart palpitations. Although he hasn't recovered much of his thinking ability from the shock, he also understands that the most important thing now is to go back and take another look.

Maca hurried back, not even noticing that the top of her head and shoulders were already covered with snowflakes.

When he saw the situation in the vestibule of Hogwarts clearly, he found that the self at that time had already rushed towards the gate holding the vial containing Voldemort's soul fragments.

...This... Maca stood in the shadow of the snowy forest on the hillside, the blankness on his face gradually turned into a touch of contemplation, Did you really not find...?

Probably because the situation changed so quickly that he had no room to think. Now that he finally calmed down a little bit, he finally had enough time to organize his thoughts.

Suddenly, that sudden accident caused him to have a series of conjectures. But what came with the conjectures was a lot of old memories.

Does this count as having changed, or has it not?

For Maca now, that mutation was naturally an unexpected situation; but for the self at that time, it was not a surprise.

Because at that time, I didn't realize this lightning fact at all, so where is the accident or not?

The word fact gave Maca a chilling feeling right now. Because he suddenly realized that all the influences he had caused during the time regression were probably an established fact.

Just like going back to the past this time, he was stopped by his own guessing, so he didn't affect the development of the situation; just like the scene just now, his behavior was only a part of the ending.

Perhaps no matter what he does, the invisible time rules will bind all his actions to the so-called facts, but nothing can be changed in the end.

So he recalled that distant memory again, trying to find some clues for reference from the story without Maca.

After a while, he shook his head with a gloomy expression.

In that old story, Harry and Hermione also used the Time-Turner, but that didn't seem to change anything either. The executioner's butcher's knife still fell, and Harry and Sirius, who were surrounded by dementors, were still saved by a stag patron saint.

They might have thought they had let Buckbeak go and changed the past, but they hadn't seen that the ax was hitting only a big pumpkin in Hagrid's field. What's even more ironic is that the stag Patronus was actually released by Harry himself who went back to the past!

As far as Buckbeak's incident is concerned, how similar are the changes to Maca's now?

Hmph... what do you want to prove? Maca said with a chuckle, This proves that the fact has already happened, but I just didn't see it?

After a while, his time travel should be over. Back then, Harry and Hermione were able to resolve it smoothly without leaving any regrets, so would I do the same?

Maybe when he comes back, he will find out that everything is gone?

Maca glanced back in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, the winding river of souls was still shocking, reminding him mercilessly not to take any chances.

He wasn't Harry, he wasn't Hermione, he was him, an incompetent man named Maca McKellen.

Maca leaned over and picked up a handful of snow, rubbed it casually, and then covered his face with his cold, slightly red hands. A strong chill passed through his cheeks and went straight to his brain, severely suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

Yes, even though he felt powerless in the face of the time rules that were more cruel than this ice and snow, he had no intention of giving up at all. Now that you have decided what to do, how can you give up halfway?

After calming down for a while, the moment he put his hand down, two figures appearing in the corner of his field of vision made him startled. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.