Chapter 316: Go back to three years ago and fill a loophole
Dracula lazily stood up from the armchair, walked to the door of the office, and stretched.
Then, he opened the door and walked out.
I don't know when the door of the office became a bridge between the real world and the realm of death. When Dracula went out, he went directly to the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries, with the ancient stone arch behind it.
The dark gray curtain is still swinging gently, but to Dracula, the world behind it has lost its original mystery, and has become a power that he can control at will...
The previous God of Death was a dark creature born in the world of death. There was no essential difference from the skeletal creatures trapped in the Blood River and Bone Mountain. He could not directly enter the living world, so he could only make trouble in a roundabout way for a long time. .
The birth of magical creatures such as ghosts and dementors is related to this.
It is precisely because of this that the previous God of Death developed strong hostility to Dracula when he first met him... Why can a pure dark creature be born in this world and have the ability to move in two worlds at the same time?
Of course, now he will never have the chance to retaliate against such a thing.
Dracula is too lazy to think about such boring things. He now wants to fill in a small hole that has existed for several years in his future and past timelines...
The Death Hall is still the same as before.
It was dim and square, with a sunken center where the stone arch was, and looked like a huge pit, about twenty feet deep; stone steps circled the entire house, like stone benches, descending step by step. Every level is very steep.
There are several doors high up, leading to various other rooms in the Department of Mysteries.
Dracula took one step forward and appeared in front of one of the doors. He opened the door and walked into a long and narrow rectangular room.
It is filled with constantly dancing lights, and the whole room shines like a gem. Various time-related equipment completely fills the room. Various pendulum clocks, quartz clocks, pocket watches, wrist watches and other clocks are displayed in various places. Placed everywhere.
There were several silent people working indoors, but they didn't notice Dracula at all. They didn't even notice any abnormalities, and they were still immersed in the work of the Time Hall.
Dracula passed by one of the silent men and came to the center of the Time Hall.
There is a huge crystal jar shaped like a clock, and bright light comes from it from time to time.
The jar is shaped like a big bell, and its interior is constantly producing a dancing bright light - in the crystal water inside it floats a small, jewel-like bright egg.
And when the egg was held up by the bright water in the bell jar, it suddenly broke apart, and then a small hummingbird appeared from inside; as soon as the hummingbird appeared, it was carried by the water to the top of the jar so that it could reach the top of the jar. It spreads its wings and flies high above the liquid.
But whenever it wants to land on the water and drink water, its feathers are wetted by the water flow, and then are magically brought back to the bottom of the jar and sealed in its egg again...
This process is repeated over and over again.
The hummingbird in the jar keeps getting younger and younger, until it enters the state before birth, and then is born again from the egg and grows up again, and the cycle continues endlessly...
"So this is the container that holds the energy of time, right?"
Dracula looked at the bird trapped in the time loop inside the bell jar with interest while raising the time turner in his hand.
This time-turner was taken from the Time Hall in my third year as a professor at Hogwarts... After all, the time-turner that was always used by Hermione Granger at that time was not very authentic, and the time There is not enough energy either.
"Come on, borrow some time and energy." He casually hooked his fingers, and part of the liquid in the bell-shaped jar was poured into the hourglass of the time converter.
Once it enters the hourglass, the liquid condenses into gravel and gradually fills the entire hourglass.
Immediately, Dracula turned the hourglass and made it spin rapidly.
Each time turner has been cast an hour reversal spell by the Silent Man of the Time Hall. Every time the hourglass turns, time will go back one hour.
And with the help of Dracula's fluctuations and sufficient time energy, the hourglass rotated more than 20,000 times in the blink of an eye——
Dracula flew backwards rapidly in the reversal of time. Various clouds and strange shapes passed before his eyes, and something was tapping in his ears.
He was a little impatient with the long time travel process, so he took a step forward, directly breaking through the flow of time, and instantly arrived at the time he wanted to go.
It was a quiet morning in the summer of 1994.
Dracula's body was still in the shiny Time Hall of the Department of Mysteries, but the silent people around him had changed, and they all fainted on the ground.
Looking at the slightly messy environment around them, one could roughly tell that a battle had just occurred here, but the situation seemed to be one-sided, and the Silent Man had no power to fight back.
It can be seen that a door on the side of the Time Hall is still open.
Behind that door, compared to the radiant light of the Time Hall, it looked particularly dark, and bursts of death breath came from the cracks in the door.
This kind of death aura is very familiar to Dracula, but compared to the situation three years later, the current death energy is not completely under his control.
Dracula shrugged and was about to walk towards the side door leading to the Death Hall. However, just halfway through, he suddenly remembered something:
"Oh, I almost forgot, I need to hide my identity!"
He excitedly tapped his black and red robes with the Elder Wand, and the clothes turned into a gorgeous red cloak.
Dracula put the long hood on the back of his cloak on his head, and also put on a pair of gloves of the same color on his hands. No trace of skin was exposed, and then he walked into the door of the Death Hall with this outfit satisfied. Inside.
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The Hall of Death was not empty at this time.
There was an impossibly handsome vampire with flowing silver hair and a black and red robe standing in the sunken center of the Death Hall, about to step into the stone archway leading to the realm of death.
"You don't want to get in there at this time," Dracula said with interest.
Suddenly hearing Dracula's voice, Dracula from three years ago stopped and turned around in surprise.
His expression was surprised at first, then became speechless.
"It's hard for me to imagine that one day I will be so bored." Dracula said with a strange expression three years ago, "Do you need to dress like this? It's not like I don't know who you are anyway."
Dracula looked at him amusedly, finding this scene quite interesting.
He knew clearly that his past self knew who he was, but he still had to pretend to be unclear and play the identity-guessing game with him... Even Dracula knew exactly where things would go next, but he still had to go through it again.
It’s surprisingly interesting!
"The form has to go a bit." Dracula said happily.
"...As long as you are happy." Dracula crossed his arms and twitched the corners of his mouth three years ago, "Then tell me, why do you say I don't want to go there at this time? In fact, you You know I really want to go inside that arch."
"It's not yet time." Dracula said vaguely, imitating Dumbledore's Riddler-like way of speaking.
"But why can't you speak clearly?" Dracula's mouth twitched three years ago, "I can't imagine that one day I will become a Riddler like you."
"There are many things you can't think of!" Looking at the deflated appearance of his past self, Dracula laughed with interest.
What happened next was the same as three years ago, the two of them kept talking.
Dracula took advantage of the chat with his past self to quietly use a hint of Death's authority to leave a mark on the gloomy wooden wand.
This mark can not only help Dracula in the past slightly control the power of the previous God of Death, but also serve as a coordinate to help Dracula find his past location in the realm of death.
In fact, the latter function is the most important, because Dracula is fully aware that his past self would be unable to hold back his curiosity and suddenly step behind the curtain of the stone archway.
Therefore, he must pull his past self back from that side in time to prevent the previous God of Death from playing dirty tricks.
"So... what is inside here?" Dracula three years ago looked at the gently swinging curtains on the stone arch and asked softly.
"The curtains are constantly fluttering even if there is no wind. This is because life is dying in the world every moment." Dracula explained casually, but he knew in his heart that the critical moment was approaching.
"And in this space, the gradually descending stone steps around it mean the gradual aging of life...haven't you figured it out yet? What kind of place is the world behind the arch?"
The Dracula of three years ago looked back, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that this arch would be so important that it would be worth my while to think of a way to go back in time to prevent myself from entering." Dracula from the past laughed, "But have you ever thought about it, the more people try to dissuade me, the more I I even want to go in and take a look!”
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and stepped decisively into the dark gray curtain inside the arch.
Dracula looked at this scene with amusement and had no idea of stopping him.
It would be good to let my past self meet the God of Death. At least the next time I take over the position of the God of Death, I will have some understanding of another world and won't be blinded.
It's just that the Dracula from three years ago actually thought that the future Dracula didn't react, so he let him enter the door. This is quite interesting.
Dracula "tsk" and sat bored on a stone step, waiting for the moment when his past self tried to activate the teleportation magic to come back...
After a few minutes, Dracula snapped his fingers.
The authority of the God of Death from the future invaded the curtain on the stone arch, forcibly took away part of the power of the current God of Death, and connected the present world with the dark moon in the realm of death——
The next moment, a dark moon appeared in the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries.
Through the light and shadow of the dark moon, Dracula vaguely saw a tall skull face sitting majestically on a throne of bones, with an extremely shocked expression.
"Enjoy your time as the God of Death. In a few years, you will disappear from this position."
He chuckled and waved to the God of Death behind the Dark Moon, welcoming himself back from another world three years ago...
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After dealing with the minor timeline issues, Dracula returned to the fall of 1996.
Although he went back to the past and stayed for a while, not even a minute passed three years later. The battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald had just ended not long ago.
Dracula thought for a moment, then took one step forward and instantly appeared in the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus.
The black air here has disappeared, but many ancient Greek buildings are scorched black, and there are many dilapidated ruins. It seems that the fire just burned very violently.
"Andros, has Herbo been dealt with?" Dracula shouted to the silver giant.
"It's solved, hahaha... it's completely solved!" Andross, wearing a robe with half of his shoulders bare, walked out from the giant's chest and laughed, "The grudges that have lasted for thousands of years have finally been resolved. It’s over!”
Andros looked extremely happy. Although the legendary and invincible Andros had been happy since Dracula knew him, he had never been so happy as he was today.
The silver light of the giant's patron saint was brighter than ever before, as if it had infinite power.
However, Andros's soul has become extremely illusory, and it seems that he may disappear from this world at any time...
"I owe all the faith and magical potential to the Greek magic world, and I can finally return it to them." Andros smiled with satisfaction. "The future here will finally not be as depleted of talents as it is now."
The surrounding ancient buildings gradually turned into points of light, and the space in the secret realm gradually fluctuated, threatening to collapse at any time.
Andros smiled, his figure becoming more and more transparent.
"Andros, you have stayed in this world for too long." Dracula said softly, "If your power is dissipated like this, you will become a weak remnant soul, unable to transcend..."
"I can find two options for you - if you choose to stay, you will become a more stable soul than a ghost and can walk freely in the world."
"Sure enough, I saw you right. I knew you could succeed." Andros smiled and looked into Dracula's eyes. "So... what about the other option?"
"Another choice..." Dracula's eyes dimmed slightly and he said slowly, "If you choose to go on, I will send you through the Lost Realm and leave this world."
Andros's figure became more transparent, but his smile became more contented.
"Actually, you know what I will choose, don't you?" He said with a smile, "You should know best that death is just another brave journey... In fact, I have maintained a smile for thousands of years, and I am already very tired."
"It's time for me to take a rest."
"Yes, it's time for you to take a rest." Dracula sighed deeply.
He stared at Andros's face and lightly snapped his fingers.
"Then I respect your choice." Dracula said.
Andros's extremely transparent figure suddenly turned into a beam of light and slowly rose into the air.
As the secret space collapsed, the outside sky appeared in front of everyone present, a blue and exceptionally bright sky.
The light formed by Andros flew higher and higher, became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the distant sky, leaving only a whisper with a smile——
"Thank you, my old friend, Dracula."
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