Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 585: Countercurrent Time

In the silent study, Ryan suddenly stood up and said, "Okay, it's time.

The noodles are coming soon."

A clock-like object drawn with black and green silk threads appeared in his hand.

After pressing the switch, a belt made of black iron and bronze appeared around his waist.
At the same time, a huge illusory clock appeared behind him.

[ GASHAT! Transformation! ]

[BUGGLE UP]

[Riding the sky, engraving the annals, this moment is the perfect time!]

[Masked Rider Chronos!]

From Ryan's perspective, the world was twisted 360 degrees as if it were turned upside down.

The ticking of the clock in his ears stopped abruptly.

The illusory clock also quietly disappeared.

The armor made of unknown metal that looks like black iron and bronze wrapped Ryan's body.

As Ryan's mind moved.

[ recall! ]
A solemn voice sounded from this room.

The lost time is recalled.

From Ryan's perspective, the study suddenly disappeared.

A feeling of lightness enveloped his whole body.

This made him feel like he was flying, flying very fast, and flying backwards.

Various vague clouds and shapes passed before his eyes.

It felt like something was knocking in my ears.

It was as if there was a great being warning against forbidden behavior.

Then, all the sounds around him seemed to disappear, and his superhuman senses could not detect them.

It seemed as if a century had passed, and when he felt the solid yet soft floor of the study again, everything came into focus again.
Ryan opened his eyes.

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, the will of death was about to disappear from the Elder Wand.

[Pause! !]

Time stopped moving.

[removal!]
Everything around me began to fly by.

It’s like being on a train and watching the scenery disappear outside the window.

Ryan stretched out his hand, and when his fingers bent to make a handshake gesture, the principal's office appeared in front of him, and a magic wand appeared in his hand.

It is the death stick, the staff of destiny, an immortal instrument that has been passed down through the history of killing.

At this moment, it was dodging the faint light that non-gods could not see.

The truth is so amazing that even stopping time cannot stop it from shining.

"Quiet.

do you know?

It is very difficult to control the strength to step on an ant without crushing it."

The faint light was pulled off the wand by Ryan as if it were a physical entity.

"Harry, lend me your ability." In the silent world, a silver rune representing a connection lit up between Harry's brows.

Under Ryan's control, the ability to lie was like a precise, deft scalpel, easily cutting into the seemingly eternal glimmer and transforming it.

The glimmer returned to the wand.

The wand sank back into Dumbledore's arms.

The rune on Harry's forehead also disappeared.

At the same time, Ryan's armor also disappeared.

It was as if Ryan was tied with an invisible rope.

His body flew backwards quickly.

Everything around me seemed like an illusion.

He passed through thick walls, towering towers, and planes flying in the dark sky.
Time began to flow again.

The two people in the principal's office started talking again.

The will of the god of death seemed to have returned to the country where only the dead could stay without realizing it.

Ryan also returned to the study, and time went back to the next second when Ryan summoned the armor and said "removal!"

There was even lingering sound in the room.

It was like he had never left.

At this time, the house-elf Jack appeared.

He was holding a tray with a bowl of authentic Chongqing noodles steaming.

“The core of Caradoc’s staff is also a phoenix feather, also from Fawkes.

Very much like him, Harry, you are.

Not on the outside, but on the inside.

The only difference is that he is a Gryffindor.

If he stayed in the lounge all day like you, he would be busy all the time.

He will go crazy.

His wand is made of sycamore wood.

Owners of this type of wand are often open to exploration and eager for new experiences.

If you keep doing ordinary things, they will lose their luster.

Perhaps this was the first time Dumbledore had confessed so much to Harry.

He began to talk about his lost friends in the Order of the Phoenix.

Especially Caradoc.

This descendant is like his nephew.

He is no longer like the greatest white wizard now.

More like an ordinary old man.

I do not know how long it has been.

It was not until the curfew bell rang in the distance that Dumbledore came back to his senses.

"Is it so late now?" Dumbledore stretched his neck.

He was very surprised by this.

Because in fact, he was going to show Harry some memories today - related to Horcruxes.

He had to let Harry know this before the final battle.

If he dies.

Harry can use these to find Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes.

Harry could then either destroy them or collect them for research.

If by any chance they really fail.

Harry can also defeat Voldemort by destroying the remaining Horcruxes, as well as committing suicide.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

He had thought many times about the possibility of their failure.

But he didn't notice any of it.

This is why he was not too nervous about the fact that his child's birth date almost overlapped with the time of Voldemort's resurrection.

You can even discuss with Harry the tedious matters of naming the child after he is born, godfathers, etc.

The only thing he fears now is sacrifice.

Victory is inevitable.

But what about everyone else?

The Death Eaters on the island were so destitute that they resorted to eating rats and using the bones of their dead companions as weapons.

There should be no wands left.

While Voldemort and the Death Eaters had no wands, he had the youthful and evolved version of Voldemort and Gettler. He also had the Elder Wand, one of the Three Deathly Hallows.

Maybe there won’t even be any sacrifice.

This competition is just a preview.

By then, the three of them will act as warriors.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters are the level.

The other students and professors only need to use war magic on them.

Dumbledore shook his head and returned to the real world.

In the headmaster's office, Harry was staring at him, eyes meeting his.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "Then let's end today's class.

Tomorrow is your first day in Hogsmeade.

This is a rare memory.

Although - you and your friends should have been to the Shrieking Shack."

"But isn't it only 10 o'clock now?