Snape saw from the back window that Harry and the others had moved the stairs out again,
So he sent Lupin out to see what was going on. Hermione saw the big wolfdog running over,
She shouted happily, "Professor Lupin!"
Peter, who was holding the ladder: "..."
Harry had prepared a lot of tools in his pocket this time, but whether it was a wire or a credit card,
He couldn't pry open that ordinary-looking window,
Then there was only one last trick left. He put away his weapon and lowered his head to shout at Hermione and the others, "All of you, step back a little."
After the few of them had taken a few steps back, Harry brewed for a while, raised his shoulders, closed his eyes, and directly crashed into the glass window. He was very lucky,
This time, Harry heard the sound of glass breaking. Unfortunately, he didn't land as handsomely as in the agent movies he had seen before,
Instead, he fell on a pile of glass fragments, and his exposed hands and face were scratched with many bleeding wounds.
When Harry got up with a gasp and looked back,
The glass window that he had broken had disappeared without a trace, and this place, which was supposed to be a utility room, was empty except for a huge clock hanging on the wall.
The copper clock's shell was engraved with strange patterns, and what was even stranger was its hands. The minute and hour hands both pointed to twelve o'clock exactly,
But the second hand was jumping from one bar to the other,
As if it was joking.
Harry stared at the funny second hand for a while,
It wasn't until his eyelids felt sore that he walked forward and reached out to touch the wonderful patterns on the clock. They weren't patterns, they were words, and only the language of Babel could read them. At the end of a series of meaningless characters, there was a question.
— — Who are you?
The second hand, minute hand, and hour hand overlapped. The huge clock shook like a sigh, and then answered with a heavy voice.
— — Inhuman, prisoner of time.
The smooth clock face shattered, and the silvery white light flowed out from the twelve Roman numerals. The light split into finer and finer rays, but in the end, they all converged into a complete time line and fell on Harry's outstretched palm, still emitting a faint light.
Harry held the timeline tightly, turned around, and pushed open the only door in the room. He bumped into Hermione and Peter, who were rushing upstairs. He waved his hand to signal them not to ask questions. Instead, he picked up Kronos, who was riding on Lupin's back, and put the timeline to his mouth. "Swallow it."
"Koro —" Peter quickly reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist.
However, the Kronos cat had already swallowed the timeline. Then, under everyone's gaze, it hiccuped and rolled its eyes. It wobbled and fell off Lupin's back. Peter immediately reached out and picked it up. Seeing that the kitten had fainted, he looked at Harry and the others in shock and suspicion.
Harry looked at the room he had just walked out of — the messy cardboard boxes were piled up on the floor. It was Parker's storeroom.
Hermione looked at Harry's expression and explained, "After you crashed into it, the window disappeared." She then asked, "What did you see?"
Harry touched the wound on the back of his hand and looked at Peter. "Let's go to your room and talk."
"I'm starting to suspect that you deliberately set up a trap to poison my cat … But, come over." After all, they had seen the window disappear with their own eyes, and the wounds on Harry's body were not fake. Most importantly, what did Kronos swallow?
Harry sat down and answered the question first. "It's a message. If I'm not mistaken, we'll know what it is when it wakes up. "
Peter turned the Kronos cat over and over again. Other than the kitten sleeping soundly, he didn't find anything unusual. Then, he spoke to Harry again. "I want to say that I understand what you're talking about, but … DAMN!
IT！ I don't know what you're talking about, what you're doing, and — who are you? Who is Kronos? Why did Granger call this dog 'Professor'?! "
The dog growled in dissatisfaction, then sat down next to Harry. It looked at Peter with a gentle but stern gaze, just like a respectable professor.
"We should be able to answer all these questions." Harry looked at the frantic Peter and felt that he should be calmer to control the situation. "But first, Peter, can you answer a few of our questions?"
"Go ahead." Peter scratched all his brown hair into natural curls.
"Other than the few of us that make you feel strange, is there anything else that you can't understand?" Harry intended to guide him patiently.
Peter froze for a moment and blurted out the answer. "A lot, the collapse of the wave function, Fermat's principle, and ball lightning …"
"Stop! I can't understand these either! " Harry added, wiping his sweat. "I mean, in daily life — like the extra window?"
"Peter and Wade Wilson are dating …" the innocent young American said, gritting his teeth.
"That doesn't count … Wait, okay, that counts too." Harry didn't keep them in suspense. He stood up and said, "Other than Peter and Wade, you're also familiar with Scott, right? Do you know about him and Logan? There's also Pietro and Jeremy Lebow, Walter and Vincent (Vision) Stark, Sean Cadiz and Alex Summers, James Baines and Steve Rogers … "
Harry turned around and asked seriously, "Don't you think that any decent school would not allow such a common teacher-student relationship?"
Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. After a long time, his face turned red before he spoke again. "To be honest, I thought you would be from the FBI, CIA … or even Uncle's people. I didn't expect you to be from the PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) …"
"We're not …" Hermione interrupted weakly. "And, in fact, Peter, you're the one from the mysterious organization."
Harry looked at Peter and said, "You're from the Avengers."
Then, under Peter's confused gaze, Harry began to list the dishes again. "The Avengers, the X-Men, the Justice League, the Young Avengers, the Young Justice League … until the Great Lake Avengers. Peter, you may not remember these organizations. Captain America, Iron Man, Thor … Maybe you don't remember? But Spiderman? Peter, do you still remember Spiderman? "
Peter's eyes gradually turned from blank to confused. Harry sat down and said calmly, "You asked me to help you find the missing parts. They're all here, but you can only put them back together yourself."
Hermione glanced at Harry vaguely, but Harry shook his head slightly.
When he heard the word "Spiderman", Peter felt that a colorful shadow suddenly flashed in his mind, but then it disappeared without a trace. He couldn't see its appearance clearly, and whenever he tried to recall, the needle-like pain attacked him, making him unable to think.
Peter felt lost and depressed. "What you said sounds like the content of a chuunibyou manga. I should think it's ridiculous … But damn it, I find that I really believe you. "
"You should believe him, Peter."
"I believe …" Peter stared at Kronos who woke up on the bedside table and was tongue-tied for a moment.
Kronos wiped his face with his paws and sat upright to receive everyone's attention.
Harry noticed that the color of Kronos's eyes turned from ice blue to a lighter grayish blue. He knew that it was Oulopolos who was talking now, so he asked directly, "What's your situation now?" What he found from the giant clock was not the complete timeline of Oulopolos, and splitting timelines was not a rash thing for a Chaos Border Lord.
Oulopolos also knew that he didn't have much time, so he replied, "It's a very bad situation. You don't think that your confrontation with Maya has no effect on me, do you? I'm injured, very seriously. Maya kidnapped my timeline, and I only had time to split this one and hide it on Kronos. "
"Maya kidnapped you?!" Harry felt that this sounded a bit ridiculous.
Oulopolos corrected him. "He kidnapped my timeline. Let's put it this way, where do you think Maya is now? "
Harry came back to his senses and lowered his head to think about what Hermione had mentioned about Maya's motive. As far as he was concerned, trapping Harry and his team in this world without magic seemed to have nothing to do with Maya's ultimate goal of "killing the librarian and committing suicide."
"He's not here …" Harry hesitated. "If he's not here, and he kidnapped your timeline …"
Oulopolos stared at Harry calmly.
"For a time prisoner, time is not a straight line …" Harry felt that he was gradually getting closer to the truth. "He's not here, right?"
Hermione heard something frightening in Harry's voice. "What do you mean Nihon is not here? Didn't you say that this is the only world left? Is he … "Over at the Hogwarts?
"He's not 'here' …" Harry looked at Oulopolos' expression and explained. "He's not here and now, not at this point in time. But he kidnapped Oulopolos' timeline. He can use this guy's timeline to go to any point in time, such as … 1994 and later. "Harry gasped as he remembered the future described by Bart.
"So, he's now in the future," Harry concluded.
Oulopolos added, "And you're trapped in this timeline, from Halloween to Christmas, without magic or superpowers." A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on the cat's face. "However, you seem to be quite experienced in this situation."
Hermione was still a little puzzled, but Harry understood. "A closed loop, from November 1 to December 25, 1993."
"So, we'll spend a month infinitely repeatedly?" Hermione also understood. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Then how do we break this cycle?"
"Well … I don't have any concept of time and cycles." Ouroboros stretched lazily. "In short, I'll leave this period of time to you. What to do next will depend on the most experienced person in this room."
After saying this, the white cat burped and spat out a ball of white thread. Then, it wobbled and returned to its icy blue eyes.
Harry picked up the timeline in disdain and looked up to ask Peter, "Do you have an alarm clock, a pocket watch, or something like that?"
Peter shook his head. In fact, he was completely confused. If Harry asked him if he had a brain, he would probably shake his head.
"There's one that's broken." Kronos kicked its legs and opened Peter's cabinet with its paw. It took out a pocket watch. "There's no watch chain. You can make one yourself."
Harry nodded and took it. He opened the pocket watch and stuffed the timeline in.
Peter finally couldn't help but pick up Kronos and ask, "You can talk? No wonder I always felt that your voice was weird. "
Chronos kicked him while blowing his beard. "You idiot! You forgot about me again! "
"Hey, I'm your brother! Also, where did this again come from … "
Hermione turned around and didn't want to see the man and cat flirt. She said to Harry, "So, do you have any plans?"
Harry looked at the pocket watch in his hand. He really didn't have a clue. He could only smile bitterly. "Generally speaking, in this situation, we can only ask someone for help."
"Who?" Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Doctor Who.
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