Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation What he thought would be a restless sleep was sweet in the pitter-patter of the rain,
And he slept from evening until almost noon the next day.
Before he opened his eyes, he heard someone walking outside.
Harry had just raised his eyelids when he heard Snape whisper behind him, "Don't worry." He felt the warmth and solidity of his back and closed his eyes again.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep again. When she opened her eyes again, Snape was gone and the curtains were closed.
But judging from the voices outside, it was getting late. Harry lay in bed for a while with his eyes open.
Someone knocked on the door and quickly called for him to come in.
Hermione came in with a tray of food.
Seeing that he was in good spirits,
She heaved a sigh of relief. "Hungry?"
Her only response was Harry's stomach.
Harry got out of bed and moved his arms and legs.
Finding that they could still be used, he got up and sat at the table.
He sat across from Hermione and ate … looking at the clock,
It should be lunch.
Hermione pushed the pumpkin porridge in front of Harry. "Dr. Mccoy said you'll have to eat porridge for two more days."
Harry followed her advice, and the two of them chatted casually about the changes in town as they ate.
It was mostly Harry asking questions and Hermione explaining.
"… Because Batman and the principal don't plan to rashly look for a stronghold,
So Nightwing and Drac are busy running around town to gather information.
The Red Hood and Ron are busy training the inexperienced students.
Logan, as the mayor, was also under a lot of pressure.
Scott and Jean are helping him deal with the pile of paperwork every day.
Percy is helping him deal with a bunch of ministers and directors … "
As Harry listened, he raised his head and wondered, "Training students?"
Hermione nodded. "Do you remember our combat class in Hogwarts? Principal Xavier felt that the training model and intensity were suitable for students who didn't have superpowers.
So, after some adjustments, a new combat class was opened at Greene Middle School. The teachers were Robin, Drac, and Ron. "
Harry frowned. "Is it an elective or …?"
She shook her head. "It's a compulsory class that all the students have to take. We didn't separate the students, and Principal Xavier said it was unnecessary."
Harry thought for a moment and felt that it wasn't necessary. Now, the people who should know the truth, and the people who shouldn't know a lot. Thanks to the operations of Translation by the principal and the mayor, as well as some wealthy businessmen, Greene town was now like an independent country. the guard, Batman's guards, defended Greene town was like an iron bucket. in this atmosphere, as everyone expected, the evacuation rate, and the "ordinary" people "who stayed, as the" ordinary "," as the "ordinary" Translation,, Greene, Greene,, "Was,,,,,, Greene, Green was that of the Green Greene were Translation Translation Translation Translation was,, Translation Translation translation Translation be '' Be Translation. Naturally, the mayor had to put in a lot of effort to appease the people.
After lunch, Harry went out for a walk and bumped into Hank, who had come to report to Charles. He took Hank's car to the school, and found that the town was actually in good order. Although there weren't many people on the streets because of the heavy rain, the bars and cinemas were still open — if they were in the mood for entertainment, the townspeople wouldn't be in a bad state. The students were also in good spirits. Because of the heavy rain, many classrooms on the first floor were flooded, so the whole classroom was moved up one floor. The outdoor physical education class was naturally canceled, but it wasn't changed to a math class. Instead, half of the laboratory space was used for combat training. This didn't affect the work in the laboratory. After all, most of the researchers had moved to Château Xavier's office.
Harry happened to watch a combat class, and here he saw Snape, who had disappeared after waking up.
He was here as a former combat teacher to guide the work. After observing the Red Hood's class for a while, he felt that there were no problems. He suggested that Jason fight one-on-one with the students, and then gave suggestions from the side. His style of language was mainly sharp and harsh. Not all the students knew Snape. Some of them only knew that he was a new teacher, and they whispered behind him, as if they were unhappy that he had stolen Todd's limelight.
Harry looked at them and smiled. He remembered the scene of his own class, but at that time, Snape would personally "guide" the students.
As soon as he smiled, Snape heard the noise and glanced over lightly, indicating that he should behave. Harry moved a small stool over and sat by the door obediently until Snape finished the class and came to take him away.
Harry obediently allowed himself to be dragged away. After the two of them walked out of the school block, he took the initiative to roll up Snape's sleeves to check on his injuries. There was still some blood on the bandage, but the amount of blood was as little as if he had killed a few mosquitoes. It should not be a big problem.
Snape rolled down his sleeves, shook open the black umbrella, and covered the two of them as they walked out of the school building.
Almost at the same time that Harry felt the rain, Snape asked, "Have you thought it through?"
Thought about what? Harry only felt that the tip of his nose was a little cold, so he wiped it with his sleeve. Snape couldn't stand it and took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to cover his face. Harry pressed the soft square handkerchief to his face, and then sneezed loudly.
It was December, and it had been rainy for months. No matter how warm they were, they would still feel cold and wet.
Harry wiped his nose and mumbled, "Isn't this about the same as England …"
Snape looked down at him and saw that the child's face was cold and white. He didn't know if it was because of the blood loss or the cold, but he didn't care about the previous question and changed the topic. "I heard that the school's staff cafeteria is good."
It was indeed good, but it wasn't meal time yet, so the two of them stood awkwardly in the cafeteria for a while. Then, a kind staff member came over and asked if they wanted to drink soup because the soup in the kitchen was always warm. Harry remembered the doctor's advice that he could only drink watery soup, so he nodded in agreement.
The staff member who served them the soup was very warm and considerate. He pointed out a place for the two of them. "Over there, the wind won't reach. It's warmer." He then ran to close the window to prevent the wind from blowing in.
Harry held the bowl of gumbo to warm his hands and felt a little better.
Snape sat across from him and drank the soup indifferently. He glanced at the door from time to time, as if he wanted to close the door too.
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Professor, I'm guessing that the principal must have given the staff a very high salary." Otherwise, it would be difficult to maintain such a high level of enthusiasm.
Snape's mouth seemed to twitch, but he didn't respond. He only turned his head and looked in another direction.
Harry saw this and lowered his head to smile. He drank the soup silently until his stomach was warm. He raised his head again and said softly, "I haven't thought about it yet."
This was an answer to the question from twenty minutes ago.
"They said that a good story is to put the characters in a dilemma, but they can't choose between good and bad options. They can only choose between positive and negative desires of equal value." Harry put his cold hands on the back of the bowl and said with a smile, "So there is no choice here, professor."
One side of the scale was Harry Potter's selfishness, and the other side was the safety of the world. There was no choice here.
Snape looked back at him and said calmly, "Say it again."
Generally speaking, this sentence should be written on paper or spoken with anger. However, Snape was so calm that Harry almost thought that he didn't hear him clearly. He repeated the sentence blankly, "… So, there is no choice here … professor?"
Snape really laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that was full of mockery. "I'm really shocked! (I'm
agog! I’m
Aghast!) Since when did the savior Potter stand on the opposite side of the world? "
Harry furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. "I mean, that's my selfishness …"
"I don't think that wanting to live is a selfish thing, even for a Potter." Snape neatly interrupted Harry's words.
This inexplicably reminded Harry of the scene when he was in the first and second grade, when he was repeatedly embarrassed by this person in the potions class.
"I won't die …" And Harry was not that afraid of death.
"That's just an assumption."
"I might live forever …" That was what Harry was afraid of.
"The second assumption." Snape curled his lips harshly. "And, do I need to remind you that there's not much difference between the two?"
Harry raised his hands in surrender, indicating that he had been defeated by the Potions Professor.
"So, what can I do? Professor, as Principal Xavier said, we have to do something … "Harry's eyebrows were heavy with depression." The rain will keep falling until the world drowns. This is not something that a bowl of gumbo can solve. "
"Saving the world is not something I'm good at." Snape pushed the gumbo away — he did not like the taste. "But since you're the protagonist, there must be a way. Shake your head and don't let it get wet. Just like in the TV series you like to watch, the protagonist can't come up with the best plan until the last moment … but he can always turn the tables."
Harry thought for a moment and realized that Snape was talking about Doctor Who.
"But I'm not a swordsman …" Harry shook his head.
"But you have Tadis." Snape suddenly reached out and pressed Harry's head, staring into his eyes. "So, we can get some motivation first … How many people are in the restaurant now?"
Harry was stunned by the sudden question, but Snape obviously did not care about his mathematics level. Harry looked around the restaurant and replied, "Seventeen people."
After he answered, he felt a chill. On the one hand, it was because of the cold wind blowing in from the door. On the other hand, it was because he suddenly remembered that there were not so many people in the restaurant when they first sat down …
It was not time for dinner yet.
"Professor … How many people do you see?"
Snape had already counted, "Apart from us and the staff, there are only two people in the eleven o 'clock direction."
So there were twelve more people.
Harry suddenly felt his temples throbbing. Snape's hands were still on both sides of his head, which ensured that he was calm. But when their conversation stopped, the other twelve guests in front of them suddenly seemed to have noticed something. They stopped what they were doing and raised their heads in unison.
Although these "people" were distributed in different corners, the sense of synchronization was still terrifying. And with just this one movement, Harry could already see that they were mechanical. He could even vaguely hear the sound of metal rubbing against each other.
Snape saw this scene from Harry's eyes and immediately asked, "What are they?"
Harry did not answer. He saw that the twelve "guests" had their backs to him. They stood in a row silently and orderly. Then, they turned their heads in unison. It was twelve expressionless faces.
Maya!
Before Harry could take a breath, the twelve faces of Maya split open. At the same time, their metal-colored heads poked out. Their torsos swayed towards them and at the same time, they made a hoarse, inhuman voice, "Exterminate — Exterminate —"
"Potter! What is that?! " Snape pulled up Harry, who was frozen in shock, and led him to the kitchen. He had just observed that there was a back door there.
Harry came back to his senses and replied loudly, "Derick! They are Derick! But — "But how could there be Derick here? Harry thought about the problem and was stunned again.
Snape had to urge the staff to leave quickly while pulling Harry behind him. He looked down and saw the boy standing there in a daze. He pulled his sleeve with one hand and touched the scar on his forehead with the other.
"Potter?" Snape raised his voice.
"Professor …" Harry pulled Snape's hand harder, "Quick … Knock me out!"
"What?"
"Knock me out!"
In Harry's eyes, the row of Derick was about to reach them.
Snape understood something. Without saying anything, he chopped the back of Harry's neck with his hand.
Harry went out vertically but came back horizontally. This made Hank feel a little guilty — although it had nothing to do with him. Snape did not explain anything to them. He only asked Hermione to prepare suitable food for Harry to eat when he woke up.
Hermione responded and then asked, "Did you knock Harry out?" Then she realized that her tone was a little strange. She whispered, "What happened?"
Snape reached out to her, "Where is the ball?" Harry did not bring it with him, nor did he leave it in the room. Naturally, he asked a (reliable) friend to take care of it.
Hermione saw that Snape's expression was unusual and serious. She quickly took out the crystal ball from her carry-on bag, "It's here."
Snape took it and put it in his pocket, "Keep it for me." He turned and was about to leave.
Hermione saw that something was wrong and quickly pulled him back — our Min was already an adult woman — and asked, "Professor Snape, I need to know about Harry's situation!"
"Miss Granger, there is only one thing you need to know." Snape pulled the female student's hand, "Let your friend live — this is the most important thing."
Hermione took a step back from Snape's glare. The terrifying memories of her school days made her shudder, but then she remembered that she was basically no longer his student. However, the man had already walked into the room and closed the door. Also … Hermione pondered over what he had just said, and felt that it was a bit ominous.
Harry was lying on the bed with his back facing Snape. It seemed that he was still in a coma, but as soon as the latter sat down on the bed, the boy turned over and pounced on him, "Touching all over …"
Snape calmly leaned back on the chair, "Search him." If you find out, I'll make you the dean of Slytherin.
Harry was not interested in being the dean — he had been the dean a few times — so he was not sad that he did not find out. He just felt a little sad. "Why didn't Hermione protect him?"
Snape pushed him back on the bed, patted his sleeves and sat up again, "Tell me, what happened? Why did Dalek show up here? " After all, he had accompanied Harry to watch TV shows for a period of time, so Snape recalled where the pepper cans came from.
Harry also straightened his face, sat up, and pointed to his forehead. "Because of me."
Snape folded his arms, "You can tell me more about it."
"Professor, you know, this scar of mine used to hide one of Voldemort's soul fragments, so I can know his thoughts, and he can know mine." Harry paused for a moment and looked at Snape's expression. Seeing that Snape's expression was normal and only nodded slightly, he continued, "But it's different this time. The situation is more complicated this time. It was caused by Kameya. The Soul Fragment inside has been removed, but perhaps it's a remnant trace, or perhaps it was affected by Kameya's power, but it can still connect to Liddell's main soul …"
Snape's expression changed slightly, "The main soul has been possessed by Nihon."
"Yes, so in fact, this scar can now connect to Maya." Harry reached out and touched the lightning, "Fortunately, I learned the Brain Seal Spell well."
Snape thought for a while and shook his head, "But you opened your brain before, in the City of Sin."
Yes, in the City of Sin, Harry took the initiative to devour a wave of Dementors. He did not realize it at the time, but after that, the Brain Seal Spell could not stop the pain of the scar.
"It's my fault. I let Nihon invade." Harry could now accept this fact, "In order to relieve the pain, I deliberately sealed all the negative emotions in the scar. I did not think, did not see, and did not listen. On one hand, this weakened the ability of the Babel Library, and on the other hand … it nourished Nihon."
Snape frowned, but did not show any emotion. He just analyzed the situation, "So, the connection still exists. Even if the year 93 has become a shield, as long as the connection is still there, Nihon can still invade the Time Ring through you?"
"Yes." Harry rubbed his eyebrows, "As Percy wrote in the report, I am a reality anchor. If I am not careful, I am afraid that Nihon can affect reality through me."
"Let me think about it …" Snape quickly calculated, "First of all, because of the Time Ring, the timeline around the year 93 has been staggered. The past and the present are no longer connected."
"That's right. But now the Oulopolos has been torn apart. In theory, if this Time Ring continues to exist, the entire timeline will collapse sooner or later … "
"The collapse of the world?"
"No, the collapse of time." Harry gestured with his hands, "The past, present, and future will all collapse to one point. The dinosaurs of the Jurassic era walked in the Victorian era, and the spaceship of the 51st century docked in the airport of the 21st century. These are all possible, and this dislocation will lead to chaos. The most likely possibility is that history will be reduced to nothingness, and the future will fight with the past."
Moreover, the most likely possibility is that it will collapse to this Time Ring.
"The entire timeline … collapses to one point …" Snape continued to study, "Because of the broken chain around the year 93, Nihon can invade the Time Ring through Potter without fear because it will not affect his past."
Harry thought of Hermione's divine analogy again, "It's like we were two gangs in the same community. We didn't dare to mess around because of the local police, but now he has torn the patrol officer apart …"
Snape glared at the one who made the analogy and said, "Since the patrol officer has been torn apart, allowing the other party to mess around …" He then glared at the one who covered his mouth to stifle his laughter, "Does that mean we can also not abide by the rules?"
Harry was stunned, "You mean …"
Snape picked up a pen that someone had left on the bedside table, grabbed Harry's arm, and drew a long straight line. Then, he cut it with two vertical lines to represent the period between Halloween and Christmas in the year 93. He then drew a bracket on the vertical line that represented Christmas. "Since he can invade until now, does that mean we can run forward and go to the past?"
"No … No …" Harry immediately retorted, "Two Harry Potter can't appear at the same time."
"Two Snape can't either." The Potions Professor looked up at him, "So we have to go further, to 50 years ago, 100 years ago …"
Harry was almost defeated by Snape's gaze.
"Well … It seems that the Savior has indeed considered this plan." Snape put away the pen and asked Harry to put down his sleeve. He didn't look at him anymore, waiting for the boy to explain himself.
How to explain? There was nothing to explain.
Harry covered his face, his eardrums hurting —
The library said, "You are the trusted keeper chosen by the world."
Kamia said, "You have the ability to create."
And Maya said, "Why not resurrect Jaime and Lily?"
Why not resurrect Jaime and Lily?
Resurrect Jaime and Lily …
Jaime and Lily …
Snape reached out and clamped Harry's hand to stop him from causing more damage to the scar, "Potter, calm down!"
Potter couldn't calm down. He held Snape's hand and asked, "Where is the Oulopolos?"
Snape raised his eyebrows, turned and walked to the door. He took out a crystal ball from the pocket of a jacket hanging on a hanger and placed it in front of Harry.
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