The harsh afternoon sun shone on the steep rock face, and a long shadow was stretched out, just in time for the dialect's figures. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Coming out of the shadows, Fang Yan looked up at the sky, and after making sure that he had not misremembered the time, his face couldn't help but become very ugly.

"Time...... How has it changed!? ”

The location is still the same place, and the traces left by the battle with the golden beast are still clearly visible. But this time ...... It's a little wrong.

As far as Fang Yan can remember, when he left the world of Harry Potter, the time here was about 10 to 11 in the morning. And judging from his previous experience, the flow of time between different worlds should have been frozen after he left.

In other words, no matter when Fang Yan left this world, when he returned, the time in this world should still be at that point in time...... But at this moment, the sun still hanging in the sky was clearly already around two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

What's going on?

After a few deep breaths, Fang Yan suddenly stretched out his finger and tapped it in the void.

After a slight fluctuation of magic power, a dark green number appeared in the void in front of him:

14：48：19

The last two digits change rhythmically over time.

This is a kind of chronological magic in the magic system unique to the world of Harry Potter, which can accurately show the local time point according to the principle of the rotation of the planet and the rotation of the stars. It is a useful magic of life.

Seeing the number in front of him, Fang Yan's eyes darkened. The results of the apparent time magic were basically in line with his judgment, but the memory of the dialect clearly told him that the time when he left was not like this at all.

For a moment, Fang Yan's wide eyes couldn't help but be full of confusion, and there was a faint trace of worry.

The sudden occurrence of this kind of thing that was not under his control made him feel a long-lost but familiar sense of powerlessness.

Fortunately, after experiencing so many worlds, Fang Yan's mind has become very tenacious, and he quickly got rid of these negative emotions and began to think calmly.

"The most important thing now is to determine the current point in time."

Thoughts kept flashing in Fang Yan's mind, and one thought after another kept popping up, but in the end, he found that he still had to determine the current point in time before he could say anything else.

"If more than ten years have passed in this world, then the advantage of mastering the plot by yourself will be gone. What's more—"

There was a faint worry between Fang Yan's eyebrows.

The advantage of the plot is still a trivial matter, and with the current strength of the dialect, there is no need to take too much care of the characters in the plot. Whether it's Dumbledore or Voldemort, the dialect has the self-confidence to face them head-on and emerge victorious.

What he fears most is the safety of those close to him.

In the memory of the dialect, if you follow the plot of the original book, although the savior will eventually win, there are too many people who die in the process.

Fang Yan didn't want to just come back and receive the news that someone had died!

Despite the emotions in his heart, Fang Yan still calmly observed his surroundings. He knew that it was useless for him to be anxious at the moment, this was the depths of the forbidden area of the Magic Trial Forest, and if he wanted to get out, it would not be possible to do it in a while.

Scanning his eyes around carefully, Fang Yan found that the traces he had left behind when he fought here were still visible, as if they had happened only yesterday.

If it weren't for the change in the sun overhead, and the long-dried bloodstain next to the cliff, Fang Yan might have thought he had returned to the point in time when he had left.

Fang Yan knew in his heart that this was the depths of the forbidden area after all, and there were few living activities in normal times, so it was not surprising that the traces he left at the beginning could be preserved intact. But I can't judge the specific time point based on this.

Fang Yan stepped forward with some reluctance to examine the dried bloodstains.

Some of the blood in it is in tongues, and some is from the little beast...... Two distinct stains of blood, intermingling with each other, soaked a large area of the rock wall.

This shows the danger and fierceness of the battle between the two at the beginning.

Soon, the results of the examination came back.

The results of the examination made Fang Yan's heart sink involuntarily, and he could no longer find a trace of the magic factor in the dried bloodstains. In the surrounding environment where the magic factor is strong, this proves that the blood has been dry for at least half a year.

With a whoosh, Fang Yan suddenly stood up.

After carefully discerning the direction and revisiting his own memories, he hurried towards the exit of the forest.

Without knowing the other exits, the dialect can only walk back the way it came. Since that ancient temple can send dialects here, then there is a good chance that he will find an outlet there.

The dialect walked quickly through the dense forest.

Knowing that the forest was forbidden, the dialect did not try to use flying sorcery or Animagus forms to get there.

It's not that the strength of dialects can't resist the magic ban above the forest, it's just that it's not necessary. At the time when the magic ban was broken, he would probably be able to get out of the forest just by using his legs.

Along the way, Fang Yan also encountered all kinds of strange monsters. If it was the dialect he spoke when he first came in, it might have been a little difficult to deal with these monsters, but now he was no longer what he used to be.

It didn't take much effort for Fang Yan to clean up the various monsters and monsters he encountered along the way.

These demonic beasts who used to be kings and dominates in the forest are now unlucky when they encounter dialects, as long as they dare to attack him when dialects are in a hurry, they will all become collectibles in dust bags.

The change in strength is also clearly reflected in his speed at this moment. After Fang Yan walked out of the forest nearly ten times faster than when he first entered, his eyes were greeted by a familiar and unfamiliar desert.

Fang Yan's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he looked at the pale yellow in front of him with some emotion. The "gold-devouring flying ants" he encountered in the desert at the beginning left a big impression on his heart.

The overwhelming "golden wave" at the beginning, thinking about it at this time, if it weren't for the ability to fly, and the flight speed was not weak...... I'm afraid it has already become a pile of bones in the vast desert.

Maybe you might even be able to leave no bones under the sharp teeth of those gold-devouring flying ants.

"I don't know if I'll meet those little guys on the next journey......"

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