Once upon a time, Maca was also a movie-goer.

He especially likes the kind of epic blockbusters with big scenes and wonderful special effects, because then the audience can be amazed by the visual feast even if the plot is not excellent.

But whether the plot is good or the scene is good, the reason why the audience is called an audience is because they can only watch from the sidelines, and they can't really intervene to change everything on the screen.

At this moment, Maca, as a time traveler, felt as if she was watching a big movie with a terrible plot. If nothing else, just because he already knew everything that was happening in front of him.

If someone were to ask him what was the worst thing about it now, he would tell that there was nothing worse than forcing himself to rewatch a movie he didn't want to see.

Yes, Voldemort and the Black Death attacked, he didn't see it in the slightest. But where Greenwald entered Hogwarts was completely undiscovered.

It's no wonder that both him and Voldemort only discovered him when the other party appeared.

However, the harvest was barely there, because he found that Greenwald should have entered in a state of stealth, and he could not appear until near the ice coffin. But as for where he got in, he couldn't find out.

There is also a limit to the range of sensing magic fluctuations, and the periphery of Hogwarts is too large. If you want to find the other party before they infiltrate the school, in addition to luck, I am afraid that you need to be extremely prepared.

Now it was time for Greenwald to have an inexplicable conversation with his then-self, but he could only stop in the distance, staring at the two small black dots in the castle vestibule.

Even though he knew about the impending fate, he still couldn't make himself take a single step.

The snowflakes were still falling from the sky, the wind was still blowing, and the cold air seemed to freeze everything in view, but it was bitterly cold in the chest.

The white of the mountains seems to be mourning the death of Dumbledore, but it is also like paving the way for the next moment of disaster.

Hogwarts in a blizzard is majestic, and Frost Dassell resembles a mythical castle of ice. But who would have thought that it wouldn't be long before this place would become a forbidden place for souls that few people could come close to?

The ticking of the time-turner reverberates in my ears all the time, relentlessly telling the passage of time.

Naturally, there are still opportunities, not to mention once or twice, even if it is 10,000 or 20,000 times, it can continue the cycle. As long as he is careful not to exceed the maximum amount of backtracking time, the number of times is not a problem.

But how? What exactly can be done to save Hogwarts? In the past, Maca, who always had a lot of good ideas, held her breath this time and fell into a long silence.

The familiar plot continues, the strange floor-to-ceiling round mirror has been taken out, and the incident has once again moved towards that powerless ending.

When the mysterious fluctuation suddenly spread, Maca, who was standing in the distance, subconsciously touched the time turner in her breast pocket. At this moment, what he was thinking, even he didn't understand.

All he knew was that this time it was a failure without a doubt.

At this moment, Maca, who was about to turn around and leave here and take advantage of the rest of the time to think about it, suddenly widened her eyes and showed an extremely stunned expression.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about more things, because he actually saw that Voldemort, who was supposed to be struggling next to the ice coffin, couldn't withstand the first shock at all, and the soul fragment had been pulled out of his body at once.

On the other hand, the self at that time was still struggling to fix his half-pulled soul, and he didn't notice the situation on Voldemort's side at all.

As for Greenwald, he didn't have the slightest sense of resistance, but he was already wilting in the cold snow.

This sudden and strange change did not give Maca a minute and a half a chance to think. He didn't hesitate, and almost as if he instinctively reacted, he took a swift step forward, and the staff in his hand swung down decisively.

Voldemort's soul cannot be sucked away by the round mirror, and no matter what happens, it must be ensured. Otherwise, this time will not only be a disaster for Hogwarts?

The long-distance use of soul magic is an extremely thankless task. But the current Maca is bound to do this, even if the magic power is greatly consumed.

Even if it doesn't save Hogwarts this time, it won't make it any worse.

The speed of most soul magic is very fast, and at this moment, this extremely condensed black skull exerted its maximum speed, quickly crossing a distance of hundreds of feet, and quite brutally pushed Voldemort's soul fragment directly back into his body.

Maca, who had won the blow, realized what he had just done, and without saying a word, he immediately turned around and quickly retreated. As he moved away from the suctioning range of the mysterious round mirror, he also took the time to glance over there.

The self who was focusing on resisting the suction and pulling his soul back didn't seem to notice his actions.

After a long retreat, Maca leaned against an evergreen tree and breathed a long sigh of relief, glad that she was safe. And what followed was an overwhelming panic and doubt.

And, of course, there was the brilliant pillar of ice-blue light in the distance, which flickered in the air.

"What's going on?" As if he could only say that, he repeated it again.

The snow on the tree fell down on him like this, and smashed it on his head and face, but he didn't care about these little things.

Maka, who was full of confusion, straightened up again after a period of boredom and palpitations. Although he hadn't regained much of his ability to think in shock, he knew that the most important thing now was to go back and take a look.

Maca, who hurried back, didn't even notice that the top of her head and shoulders were covered in snowflakes.

When he saw the situation in the front court of Hogwarts, he found that he had already rushed towards the door with a vial containing Voldemort's soul fragments.

“…… This ......" Maca stood in the shadow of the snowy forest on the hillside, the blankness on her face gradually turning into a touch of contemplation, "I really didn't notice it...... Is it? ”

Probably because the situation had changed so quickly that he had no room to think. Now that he had finally calmed down a bit, he finally had enough time to gather his thoughts.

Suddenly, that sudden accident caused him to have a series of conjectures. And with the conjecture comes a lot of old memories.

"Has this changed, or has it not changed?"

For Maca now, the mutation was naturally an unexpected situation; But for the self at the time, this was not an accident.

Because I didn't notice this lightning-fast fact at that time, where did the accident not come from?

The word "facts" gave Maca a shudder at the moment. Because he suddenly realized that all the effects he had caused in the time rewind were probably an established fact.

Just like this time when he went back in time, he was stopped by his own speculation, and he did not affect the course of events; Just like the scene just now, his behavior is only one part of the way to the ending.

Perhaps, no matter what he does, the invisible rules of time will bind all his actions into the so-called "facts", and in the end nothing can be changed.

So he recalled the distant memory again, trying to find some clues from the story of the non-Maca person.

After a while, he shook his head with a gloomy face.

In that old story, Harry and Hermione also used a time turner, but it didn't seem to change anything. The executioner's butcher's knife still fell, and Harry and Sirius, surrounded by Dementors, were still saved by a stag Patronus.

They may have thought they had changed the past by letting Buckbeak go, but they didn't even see that the axe was slashing at a large pumpkin in Hagrid's field. What's even more ironic is that the stag Patronus was simply released by Harry himself, who had gone back in time!

In the case of Buckbeak, how similar are the changes to what Maca is now?

"Hmph...... What is all this trying to prove? Maca chuckled and said, "That proves that it's happened, and I just didn't see it?" ”

In a few moments, his journey through time and space would be over. Harry and Hermione were able to solve it without regrets, so would they be like that?

Maybe when he comes back, he'll find that nothing is wrong?

Maca glanced back in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, the meandering river of souls still shocking, mercilessly reminding him not to leave anything to chance.

He wasn't Harry, he wasn't Hermione, he was him, an incompetent man named Marca McKellen.

Maca leaned over and picked up a handful of snow, rubbed it casually, and put her cold, slightly reddened hands directly over her face. A strong chill passed through his cheeks and rushed straight to his brain, suppressing the irritability in his heart fiercely.

Yes, in the face of the rules of time, which are colder than this ice and snow, although he feels powerless, he has no intention of giving up at all. If you've decided what you're going to do, how can you give up halfway?

After a little calm, the moment he put his hand down, the two figures that appeared in the corner of the field of vision made him stunned for a moment.