Chapter 488

Once upon a time, Maka was also a movie goer.

He especially likes epic blockbusters with large scenes and wonderful special effects, because in that case, even if the plot is not excellent, the audience can praise the visual feast.

But whether the plot is good or the scene is great, the audience is called the audience because they can only watch and can't really intervene to change everything on the screen.

At this moment, as a time traveler, Maka feels as if she is watching a big movie with a rotten plot. For nothing else, just because he already knew what was happening in front of him.

If someone asked him what was the worst, he would tell him that there was nothing worse than forcing himself to watch a movie he didn't want to see again.

Yes, he saw clearly the attack of Voldemort and the black death. But greenward never found out where he had entered Hogwarts.

No wonder he and Voldemort found him only when each other appeared.

However, there was a harvest, because he found that greenward should go in an invisible state, and he didn't show up until near the ice coffin. But as for which direction he went in, he couldn't find it.

The sense of magic fluctuation is also limited in scope. The periphery of Hogwarts is too large. If you want to find each other before they sneak into the school, in addition to luck, I'm afraid you need very sufficient preparation to do it.

Now it was time for greenward to have an inexplicable conversation with himself at that time, but he could only stop in the distance and stare at the two small black spots in the vestibule of the castle.

Even though he knew the coming doom, he still couldn't take even one step.

Snowflakes are still falling from the sky, and the wind is still blowing continuously. The cold air seems to freeze everything in this field of vision, but it is bitterly cold when sucked into the chest.

The white everywhere seems to mourn Dumbledore's passing, but it seems to pave the way for the disaster of the next moment.

Hogwarts in the snowstorm is magnificent, covered with frost and Daisu is like a mythical castle of ice. But who can imagine that it will soon become a soul forbidden area that few people can get close to?

The ticking sound of the time converter echoes in my ears for a moment, telling the passage of time mercilessly.

There are still opportunities, not to mention once or twice, that is, 10000 or 20000 times can continue to circulate. As long as he is careful not to exceed the maximum backtracking time, the number of times is not a problem.

But what should I do? How can we save Hogwarts's fate? In the past, there were always a lot of good ideas. This time, Maka held her breath and fell into a long silence.

The familiar plot is still going on, the strange landing round mirror has been taken out, and the event is moving towards the powerless ending again.

When the mysterious wave suddenly spread, Maka, standing in the distance, subconsciously touched the time converter in her chest pocket. At this moment, he didn't even understand what he was thinking.

All he knew was that this time he had undoubtedly failed.

Just then, Maka, who was about to turn around and leave here and take advantage of the rest of the time to think about it, suddenly stared and showed an expression of great amazement.

"What's going on?"

At the moment, he had no time to think about more things, because he saw that Voldemort, who should have struggled next to the ice coffin, could not hold up the first shock at all, and the fragments of his soul had been pulled out of his body.

On the other hand, at that time, he was still trying to fix his half pulled out soul, and completely failed to notice the situation on Voldemort's side.

As for greenward, without the slightest resistance, he was already languishing in the cold snow.

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

Voldemort's soul cannot be sucked away by the round mirror. No matter what happens, it must be ensured. Otherwise, this time will be more than Hogwarts' disaster?

The long-distance use of soul magic is an extremely thankless thing. But now Maka is bound to do so, even if the magic is consumed greatly.

Even if we can't save Hogwarts this time, it won't make things worse.

The speed of most soul magic is very fast, and at the moment, this extremely solid black skeleton has played its maximum speed, quickly crossed hundreds of feet, and quite rudely pushed Voldemort's soul fragments back into his body.

Maka, who succeeded in the attack, realized what he had just done. Without saying a word, he immediately turned around and quickly retreated back. While far away from the suction range of the mysterious round mirror, he also took the time to glance over there.

At that time, he who was focused on resisting suction and pulling back his soul did not seem to notice his behavior.

After retreating a long way, Maka leaned against an evergreen tree and breathed a long sigh of relief for her safety. What followed was the overwhelming fear and doubt.

Of course, there is a gorgeous ice blue light column in the distance, which flashes away in the air.

"What's the matter?" he repeated again as if he could only say this sentence.

The snow on the tree fell down and fell on him, but he had no mind to care about these little things.

After a burst of boredom and palpitations, Maka, who was full of confusion, stood up straight again. Although he hasn't recovered much thinking ability from the shock, he also knows that the most important thing now is to go back and have a look.

Maka, who hurried back, didn't even notice that her head and shoulders were covered with snowflakes.

When he saw the situation in Hogwarts' vestibule, he found that he had rushed towards the door with a small bottle containing Voldemort's soul fragments in his hand.

"... this..." Maka stood in the shadow of the snow forest on the hillside, and the daze on her face gradually turned into a touch of meditation, "really didn't find

Probably because the situation has changed so quickly that he has no room to think. Now he finally calmed down a little and had enough time to sort out his thoughts.

Suddenly, the sudden accident gave him a series of conjectures. And with the advent of conjecture, it is a good old memory.

"Has this changed, or has it not changed?"

For Maka now, that mutation is naturally an unexpected situation; But for the self at that time, it was no accident.

Because I was not aware of the lightning like fact at that time, where did the accident come from?

At present, the word "fact" has brought a shivering feeling to Maka. Because he suddenly realized that all the effects he had caused in time retrospect were probably an established fact.

Just like this time, when he went back to the past, he was stopped by his own speculation, which did not affect the development of the situation; Just like the scene just now, his behavior is only one part of the outcome.

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

So he recalled the distant memory again and tried to find some clues for reference from the story without Maka.

After a while, he shook his head with a dark face.

In that old story, Harry and Hermione also used time converters, but they didn't seem to change any facts. 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 may think they let buck bick go and changed the past, but they didn't see that the axe was only cutting at a big pumpkin in Hagrid field. What's more ironic is that the stag patron saint was released by Harry who went back to the past!

In the case of Buckbeak, where are the changes similar to Maka now?

"Hum... What is all this trying to prove?" Maka chuckled. "It proves that the fact has happened, and I just didn't see it?"

In a little while, his trip to time and space will be over. If Harry and Hermione could solve the problem without regret, would they do the same?

Maybe when he comes back, he'll find that everything's gone?

Maka glanced back in the direction of Hogwarts castle. The winding soul river was still shocking and mercilessly reminded him not to take any chances.

He is neither Harry nor Hermione. He is him, an incompetent named Marca McClane.

Maka leaned over and picked up a handful of snow. After rubbing it, she covered her face directly with her slightly red cold hands. A strong chill ran through his cheeks and straight into his brain, crushing the irritability in his heart.

Yes, facing the colder time rules than this ice and snow, although he felt powerless, he didn't mean to give up at all. Now that you have decided what to do, how can you give up halfway?

A little calm, the moment he put his hand down, the two figures in a corner of his field of vision stunned him.