Chapter 487: Struggling traveler

Genius remember the address of this site in one second: (Acupoint Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! A long time ago, Maca was also a person who likes to watch movies.
He especially likes epic movies with big scenes, special effects and wonderful effects, because then, even if the plot is not outstanding, the audience can applaud the visual feast.
But whether the story is good or the scene is great, the reason why the audience is called the audience is because they can only watch, and they ca n’t 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 that sucks. Nothing else, just because of what happened before him, he already knew.
If someone asks him what's the worst thing now, he will tell that person that there is nothing worse than forcing himself to watch a movie that he doesn't want to watch at all.
Yes, when Voldemort and the Black Dead struck, he looked at it clearly without any doubt. But where exactly Greenward entered Hogwarts, he didn't find out at all.
No wonder he and Voldemort both discovered him only when the other showed up.
However, the harvest was barely possible, because he found that Greenward should have entered in a stealth state, and it was only near the ice coffin that he was worthy of appearance. But as to where he came from, he couldn't find it.
There is also a limit to the scope of the magic wave. Hogwarts's periphery is too big. In order to discover the other party before they dive into the school, in addition to luck, I am afraid that they need to be very well prepared.
It was now time for Greenward to have an inexplicable conversation with himself at the time, but he could only stop in the distance and stare at the two small black spots in the forecourt of the castle.
Even if he knew what the next doom was to come, he still couldn't take himself one step further.
The snowflakes were still falling from high altitude, and the wind was still blowing unstoppably. The cold air seemed to freeze everything in this field of vision, but it was bitterly cold when sucked into the chest.
The whiteness of the mountains and mountains seems to be mourning the passing of Dumbledore, but it is like laying the due sadness for the disaster of the next moment.
Hogwarts in the blizzard is majestic, frost-covered Daisu is like a mythical ice castle. But who can imagine that it won't be long before this place becomes a soul forbidden place where few people can approach?
The ticking of the time converter echoed in the ear, telling the passing of time relentlessly.
Opportunities naturally exist, not to mention once or twice, that is, 10,000 times and 20,000 times can continue to cycle. As long as he is careful and does not exceed the maximum backtracking time, the frequency is not a problem.
But what should I do? How can we save Hogwarts' fate? There were always a lot of good ideas for Maca in the past, but this time she took a breath and fell into a long silence.
The familiar plot is still going on, the weird floor mirror has been taken out, and the incident has once again moved 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, he wasn't even sure what he was thinking.
He only knew that this time there was no doubt that he had failed.
At this moment, I was planning to turn around and leave here, taking advantage of the rest of the time to think about Maca, and suddenly my eyes glared, showing a very stunned expression.
"what happened?"
At this moment, he has no time to think about more things, because he actually saw that Voldemort, who should have been struggling beside the ice coffin, actually couldn't support the first shock, and the fragments of the soul had been taken away. Tear it out of the body.
On the other side, the one at that time was still trying to fix the soul that was pulled out half, and he couldn't notice the situation on Voldemort's side.
As for Greenward, he didn't have the slightest resistance, but he had withered in the cold snow.
This sudden and strange change did not give Maca a minute and a half to think. He didn't hesitate, almost taking a step forward almost as instinctively, and the staff in his hand waved decisively.
Voldemort's soul could not be sucked away by the round mirror, no matter what happened, this must be ensured. Otherwise, this time will be more than a disaster at Hogwarts?
The long-range use of soul magic is a very difficult task. However, the current Maca must do so, even if the magic power is greatly consumed.
Even if Hogwarts could not be saved this time, that would not at least make things worse.
The speed of most soul magic is very fast, and at this moment, this extremely solid black skull is exerting its maximum speed, quickly crossing the distance of hundreds of feet, and quite Voldemort's The soul fragment was directly pushed back into his body.
Maca, who was able to hit it, realized what he had just done. He said nothing and immediately turned around and quickly retreated. While away from the suction range of the mysterious round mirror, he also grasped the time and glanced over there.
The self who was focusing on resisting suction and pulling back the soul did not seem to notice his behavior.
After evacuating a long distance, Maca sighed a long breath against an evergreen tree, rejoicing that she was safe and sound. Then came the overwhelming fear and doubt.
Of course, there is a fabulous beam of ice-blue in the distance that flickers in the air.
"What's going on?" He seemed to only say this, and repeated it again.
The snow on the tree passed by him so much, and fell down, smashing his head and covering his face, but he had no intention to care about these little things.
Maca, puzzled, was upright again after a while of boredom 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 hurried back, not even noticed that the top of her head and shoulders were covered with snowflakes.
When he looked at the situation in Hogwarts' vestibule, he found that he had flew towards the door with a vial containing Voldemort's soul fragments in his hand.
"... This ..." Maca stood in the shadow of the hillside snow forest, and the blankness on her face gradually turned into a touch of contemplation. "Is it really not found ...?"
Probably because the situation turned too fast, leaving him no room for thinking at all. Now he finally calmed down a bit and finally had enough time to sort out his thoughts.
Suddenly, the unexpected accident caused him to make a series of conjectures. And with the conjecture came, it was a stale memory.
"Whether this has changed or hasn't it changed?"
For Maca now, the sudden change was an unexpected situation; but for the self at the time, this was not a surprise.
Because at that time, he didn't notice this lightning-like fact at all, so where did the accident come from?
The word "facts" now gave Maca a chilling feeling. Because he suddenly realized that all the effects he had caused in the retrospect of time were probably an established fact.
Just as he returned to the past this time, he was halted by his own speculation, and did not affect the development of the situation; just like the scene just now, his behavior was only one part of the ending.
Perhaps no matter what he does, the invisible rules of time will put all his actions into the so-called "facts", but ultimately nothing can be changed.
So he recalled that distant memory again, trying to find some clues for reference from the story of the person without Maca.
For a long while, he shook his head dumbly.
In that old story, Harry and Hermione also used the time converter, but it seems that they have not changed any facts too ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The prisoner's butcher knife has still fallen, and he is trapped in the dementors Harry and Sirius were still saved by a stag patron saint.
They may think that they let Buckbeak go and changed the past, but they didn't actually see that the giant axe was only cutting a big pumpkin in Hagrid Field. What's even more ironic is that the guardian deer of that stag was released by Harry himself who had gone back to the past!
Judging from the Buckbeak incident, how are the changes similar to Maca's now?
"Hmm ... what the is all this trying to prove?" Maca chuckled, "This proves that the facts have happened, and I just haven't seen them?"
After a while, his time and space journey should be over. Harry and Hermione were able to solve the problem smoothly without any regrets, would they do the same?
Maybe when he comes back, he finds that everything is gone?
Maca glanced back in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, and the winding river of souls was still shocking, reminding him mercilessly, don't have any luck.
He was not Harry or Hermione, he was him, an incompetent named Maka McLean.
Maca leaned down and picked up a handful of snow. After rubbing it, she covered her slightly reddish cold hands directly on her face. A strong chill passed through his cheeks, straight into his brain, crushing the irritability in his heart.
Yes, in the face of the colder rules of time than this ice and snow, although he feels powerless, he has no intention of giving up at all. Now that you have decided what to do, how can it be abandoned halfway?
Calm down for a moment, the moment he put his hand down, the two figures appearing in the corner of the field of vision suddenly made him stunned. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.