After listening to Percy's rather socialistic report on the conference, he
Harry rubbed his stomach,
He felt that the porridge he had just eaten was a little bloated.
"So... you guys have been quite, uh, full of life these days."
He seemed to be more positive than when he was there.
Hermione took advantage of the height difference and snored on Harry's head. She didn't let go of him until she vented all the depression that had accumulated over the past few days. Then she asked, "What about you? How are you doing in 2043? "
Harry had just smiled,
When he realized that the atmosphere in the room had changed,
It seemed to have quietly become serious. When he looked at Hermione again,
He saw her frown slightly.
Everyone really wanted to know what happened during this trip,
They had already asked Snape, who woke up earlier than Harry, but Snape's attitude was no comment,
So everyone turned their attention to Wade Wilson. As a result, Wade, who had never been a tight-lipped person, also put on a tight-lipped posture,
Which made people even more curious. So the group of people discussed in private,
Almost everyone felt that Hermione was the most suitable person to ask this question, both emotionally and logically.
Harry had also guessed something, but Snape's silence was obviously also for a reason,
He really didn't know how to explain to the teachers and relatives in front of him what he had done in the future. For example, creating a massacre? Sacrificing the leader of the Rebellion Army?
In the end, Harry just said, "I saw Nihon..."
Many people present gasped,
Charles was the most stable of them all.
He blinked,
He asked, "What's the situation?"
Harry felt that the mutant leader might not have adapted to this old man's appearance,
But he still answered honestly, "In theory, it's a tie,
But he tore apart the Oulopolos timeline. "
"Ah,
Is it the crystal ball you brought back? "
Harry nodded, then suddenly realized, "Where's the ball?"
Snape on the next bed reached out and pulled the drawer of the bedside table, took out the crystal ball from the second layer, and handed it over. Harry took it, wiped the surface of the ball with his sleeve, and carefully observed the remains of his colleague.
The other children couldn't help but gather around to pay their respects to the body of the time prisoner.
Ron was using his height advantage to squeeze forward when he suddenly felt someone pulling him hard, "Let me in!"
Little Weisles was just about to turn around and shout "first come first serve", but when he saw the man's face, he stopped and obediently turned sideways to let him in.
Kronos didn't change in age... Using his size advantage, he successfully squeezed to the front of the bed.. He picked up the crystal ball and held it in front of his face to carefully observe the floating and tangled timeline.... with a look of doubt and relief.
.. "............................".......................
. ".. What?" The others immediately asked. They were too afraid that they would say the wrong thing.
Fortunately, Kronos was a straightforward person. He said directly, "Oulopolos isn't dead yet." Then he shook the ball to make the mess more chaotic. He touched his chin and said, "Or, he's not completely dead yet?"
Harry hurriedly rescued the crystal ball. He thought to himself that even if he wasn't completely dead, he was still shaking his last breath. He handed the ball to Snape for safekeeping. Then he turned around and explained, "Nihon only cut Oulopolos into pieces. This degree of damage … Although it's irreversible, it doesn't mean that he's dead …"
With the recipe of the soufflé cake, making a thousand or ten thousand soufflé cakes would still be the same taste, but …
Ron squeezed in from the other side and just happened to hear Harry's last sentence, so he interrupted, "Can you only say that he's in a vegetative state?"
Harry paused for a moment and reluctantly corrected him, "You can't say that he's in a vegetative state. I'm not sure if he still has self-awareness now …" He definitely didn't have any self-awareness.
"Isn't that worse than being in a vegetative state?" Ron slapped his forehead.
.. "..".. ". Harry was silent. He turned his face and scratched his cheek. He thought of Ginny, Ginny, and then Kamia. He thought to himself that the experienced one wasn't here. How was he going to explain this situation to everyone?
Hermione never let him down. She reached out and picked up an orange from the fruit basket at the side, peeled it, and then put it on the table in pieces. Harry's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. He heard Hermione say slowly, "The situation of the prisoner of time is like this orange. It's broken into pieces, but it still tastes like an orange, but it can no longer be called a whole orange. Of course, it can't be restored to a whole orange, and …"
The little witch took a piece and stuffed it into Harry's mouth. At the same time, she said, "It's much more convenient to eat an orange after it's broken into pieces."
"In other words …" Charles obviously followed Hermione's train of thought. "Oulopolos, the damage he suffered is irreparable, and each piece is weaker than the original prisoner of time, but he's still the original god who controls time and retains his original ability?"
Harry glanced at the crystal ball in Snape's hand and pondered for a moment.
At the same time, Ron, who had been listening to the whole conversation, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed all the remaining orange pieces in his hand, and then swallowed them in one bite.
Harry was dumbfounded. Then he heard Drac, who was standing aside with her arms crossed, say, "But after eating all the orange pieces, it's still equivalent to eating the whole orange, right?"
Hermione suddenly laughed. "That's right, but the problem is that this orange can't be eaten, and it won't rot. It can only be squeezed into juice or canned."
Others might still be confused about what Hermione was talking about, but Harry was suddenly enlightened. "That's right … That's right! Genius Oulopolos! Kronos, you're really a great canned fruit! "
The canned one was still dumbfounded, but Harry had already climbed up from the bed. He grabbed Kronos and his eyes lit up. "He won't die, he definitely won't die — as long as you're alive!"
Kronos barely managed to stand up. He first agreed to Harry's request, then reminded him, "But, brother, I'm just a mortal body. I still have a shelf life." He was only categorized as a mutant, not a god.
Harry said reasonably, "But aren't you the only one with experience here?" As he said that, he reached his right hand behind him and waved at Snape, asking him to pass the crystal ball over.
Kronos stepped back in horror. "I don't want to — brother, save me!"
The two of them, one advancing and one retreating, and the other watching the show, became a mess. In the end, the dispute ended with Peter rushing over and pulling Kronos behind him, and Snape getting up to pick up Harry, who was about to fall off the bed.
Hermione pinched Harry's face and scolded, "Do you really think it's as simple as canning? Is it useful to grab Ke and shove the time line down his throat? "
Harry rubbed his face. He also knew that this was a fantasy, but at least this matter was over. Everyone sat down again and let Harry continue.
"Although we are theoretically tied, since he has suffered a loss in the future, he will not quietly wait for me to surrender." What Harry didn't say was that Maya had left behind the apocalypse, and could rely on the despair of the refugees to recuperate and heal. "Our advantage is that the Oulopolos is here, so he can't come over. This time loop is now equivalent to a barrier. Maya can't come in, and we can't get out."
Harry was suddenly stunned. Buying time? The current situation was really the result of the Oulopolos on their side.
Everyone looked at each other. After digesting these words, they only understood the result of two time travel. They were still trapped in this time loop and couldn't move.
Charles frowned. "Since the Oulopolos is here, we still can't break this time loop?"
Harry smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid not. Now the time before 1993 and the time after 1993 are separated. With these two months as the boundary, this dead knot is still there and can still be maintained. If we rashly untie it, the time line won't be able to continue, and I'm afraid it will cause a collapse. "
"Then what can we do?" The old Charles was gentler and more cautious. "To be honest, these days, we don't seem to have done anything other than trying to maintain the state of the original world."
Harry's eyes widened. He didn't expect Charles to say this at this time. He wanted to say that their efforts to maintain the state of life were actually repairing the time line, but he couldn't say it because the old man's blue eyes were shining with wisdom and fighting spirit.
"Harry, we don't intend to sit still and wait for death." Charles insisted on looking into Harry's eyes. "Even if we can be safely trapped in 1993 and only worry about the humidity and mildew, the world outside 1993 is still doomsday. Moreover, if we continue to confront each other, we're not sure if the other party will take the initiative to attack. "
He said, "We need to take action."
Harry lowered his eyelids, but the crystal ball on the bedside table was always in his peripheral vision.
Charles didn't say anything more. He just looked at Harry gently but firmly. "Old Bones will come to check your body later. You should rest for a while. As for other things... there's no hurry to discuss them tomorrow."
Harry nodded.
Hermione heard something strange in Charles's voice. She knew that the two were talking in riddles again, and it was something that put Harry in a difficult position. When she left the room, she hesitated for a moment. When she turned back, she saw Harry staring at the orange peel in the trash can. Before she could connect the dots, Ron pulled her out of the room.
Snape naturally did not follow the others out. He waited for the footsteps outside the door to disappear before lying back down on his bed. He said leisurely, "Even if you keep staring at it, it won't turn back into a tangerine."
Harry turned his head and was a little angry. "Then I don't want to be a can!"
When Hermione proposed the "can theory", she probably didn't expect that there was a more suitable container than Kronos. Harry Potter, with his special physique, was far more suitable than Kronos to contain the fragments of Oulopolos.
But Harry Potter didn't want to. He wrinkled his nose and tried to find a better solution. "Why don't we give it to Deadpool? Take it as a thank you for dying for John... or Kamia? It's a pity that she's not here. Otherwise, she can catch up with Ulo... "
"How are you going to give it to them?" Snape's voice sounded calm and patient. "Feed them or inject them?"
Harry looked at Snape's face angrily, then turned his back to him. "Anyway, I don't want to be a can!"
The moment he turned his head, a wry smile appeared on his face — he was still not used to being a savior.
Charles might not know more than Hermione, but he came up with the best solution. Existence plus time was an eternal existence, an eternally glorious existence, and an existence close to the essence of the world. They might really be able to break the time loop, face Nihon, and win. At the same time, Harry would also get the identity he had always resisted: a savior.
Not only a savior, but he would also become a god.
As far as the gods that Harry had seen so far were concerned, none of them seemed to suit him. Oulopolos was a suicidal maniac, Maya wanted to commit suicide and destroy the world at the same time, Jia Mei was too cold, and as for Kamia... Kamia should not be a god anymore, but she was also a strange person...
Anyway, Harry did not want to be a can. He did not want the power to create or destroy the world, nor did he want eternity. He just wanted to sleep, and when he woke up, he would be in the Hogwarts. Then, he could run to Kamia and return the key to her.
"Potter, show your head." Snape saw the child bury his whole head in the quilt.
As a result, Harry covered it even tighter.
The Potions Professor sighed again for losing his magic. He got up and pulled Harry's head out of the quilt, then lay down beside him and fixed the boy's head with his unbandaged arm.
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