Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 585: Time of Countercurrent

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

The noodles are coming."

A clock-like thing made of black and green silk 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 ]

[The Rider of the Sky, the Chronicle, this moment is the ultimate moment! ]

[ Masked Rider Chronos! ]

From Ryan's perspective, the world was twisted 360 degrees as if it was reversed.

The ticking sound of the clock in his ears stopped abruptly.

The illusory clock also disappeared quietly.

An armor made of unknown metals similar to black iron and bronze wrapped Ryan's body.

As Ryan's mind moved.

[ recall! ]

A solemn voice sounded from this room.

The lost time was recalled.

In Ryan's perspective, the study suddenly disappeared.

A sense of lightness enveloped his body.

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

Various blurred clouds and shapes passed by his eyes.

Something seemed to be knocking in his ears.

It was as if a great existence was warning against taboo behavior.

Then, the sounds around him seemed to disappear, and he could not perceive them with his superhuman senses.

It seemed like a century had passed, and when he felt that he touched the solid and soft ground of the study again, everything was focused again.

Ryan opened his eyes.

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, the will of the god of death was about to disappear from the old wand.

[Pause! ! ]

Time stopped turning.

[removal! ]

Everything around him began to fly away.

It was like watching the disappearing scenery outside the window on a train.

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

It was the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny, an immortal instrument that was passed down with the history of killing.

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

It was so real that even the stop of time could not stop it from shining.

"Be quiet.

You know?

It's hard to control the strength to step over an ant without crushing it."

The glimmer was pulled off the wand by Ryan like a solid entity.

"Harry, borrow your power." In the world of silence, a silver rune representing connection lit up from Harry's forehead.

Under Ryan's control, the power of lies was like a precise and dexterous scalpel, easily cutting into the glimmer that seemed eternal and immortal, and transforming it.

The glimmer returned to the wand.

The wand sank into Dumbledore's arms again.

The magic rune on Harry's forehead also disappeared.

At the same time, the armor on Ryan also disappeared.

Ryan's body seemed to be tied with an invisible rope.

His body flew backwards quickly.

Everything around him was like a phantom.

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 began to talk again.

The will of the god of death seemed to have returned to the country where only the dead could stay.

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 a lingering sound in the room.

It was as if he had never left.

At this time, the house elf Jack appeared.

He held a tray with a bowl of authentic Chongqing fried noodles steaming inside.

"The core of Caradoc's wand is also a phoenix feather, also from Fawkes.

Very similar, Harry, you are very similar to him.

Not in appearance, but in heart.

But the only difference is that he is a Gryffindor.

Always busy.

If he stayed in the common room all day like you.

He would go crazy.

His wand is made of sycamore.

The owner of this kind of wand is often willing to explore and eager to gain new experiences.

If you keep doing ordinary things, it will lose its luster.

"

Perhaps it was the first time that Dumbledore confessed so much to Harry.

He began to talk about the friends who had passed away in the Order of the Phoenix.

Especially Caradoc.

This junior who was like his nephew.

Now he was not like the greatest white wizard.

More like an ordinary old man.

I don't know how long it took.

When the curfew bell rang from a distance, Dumbledore came back to his senses.

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

He was very surprised.

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

Before the final battle, he had to let Harry know these.

If he died.

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

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

If by any chance they really failed.

Harry can also defeat Voldemort by destroying the remaining Horcruxes and committing suicide.

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

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

But he didn't find it.

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

He can even discuss with Harry the tedious things such as naming the child after birth and godfather.

The only thing he is afraid of now is sacrifice.

Victory is inevitable.

But what about others?

The Death Eaters on the island are so embarrassed that they eat rats and use the bones of their dead companions as weapons.

There should be no remaining wands.

When Voldemort and the Death Eaters have no wands, he has the youthful evolution version of Voldemort and Gettler. He even has the Elder Wand, one of the three Deathly Hallows.

Maybe there will be no sacrifice.

This competition is a preview.

At that time, the three of them will be warriors.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters are the barriers.

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

Dumbledore shook his head and returned to the real world.

In the principal's office, Harry was staring at him, eyes wide and small.

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

Tomorrow is your first day in Hogsmeade.

This is a rare memory.

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

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

Although it's curfew time.

But we usually go to bed in the common room close to 12 o'clock.

Or even later." Harry was a little disappointed.

He just saw Dumbledore stunned for a few seconds.

I thought it would enter the real teaching.

But it turned out to be an order to expel.

So, this class is just a heart-to-heart talk?

He thought Dumbledore would teach some more complicated magic.

What Ryan taught him was just to improve his basic knowledge and the opportunity to strengthen himself.

These are closer to the essential improvement.

In other aspects, Ryan has always let him develop on his own.

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