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"Nico?"
"Ah, I knew you would find a way to come back by yourself." Nico said with a smile.
Speaking of this, Kyle couldn't help but twitch his lips.
If he hadn't come up with the idea of the owl, it might have taken more than ten hours to fly. How could he have the nerve to bring it up?
But now is not the time to talk about this. Kyle walked quickly to the table, opened the drawer, and looked for the Polyjuice Potion inside. He said, "Nico, why are you here? But I may not have time now. Can we talk about it later?"
"It's okay, I just came to give you something."
Nico smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out an exquisite golden pocket watch and placing it on the table, "I told you that the Time Converter would be repaired after you return from Nurmengard. Look, it's just in time now."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 832 Hogwarts Years Ago
The golden pocket watch gleamed on the table, and through the pointer and gaps one could vaguely see the even brighter red magic stone inside.
Kyle looked at Nico, "Is it fixed now?"
"The process went smoothly." Nico said with a smile, "It went smoother than I expected. There was not a single mistake."
This time, not only Kyle, but all the principals around couldn't help it. They all came over and stretched their necks to look at the table.
"Is this the time-turner?" Phineas smacked his lips.
"Nonsense." Armando Dippet beside him glanced at him, "What else is it, a fork?"
"What I mean is, can such a small thing really take people back a hundred years?" Phineas rarely opposed Armando, and his eyes were always fixed on the golden pocket watch.
"Why, you want to use it." Armando laughed, "Unfortunately, the portrait cannot use the time converter."
"Whoever wants to use it, I'll just ask...is that not okay?" Phineas jumped up and down.
"Indeed, it is possible." At this time, a witch's voice came from behind the two of them, "It's okay even longer."
"Amazing, worthy of the work of Salazar Slytherin."
“No, only the framework remains, but most of it has been modified, so strictly speaking, it is now a different work.
"And using the Philosopher's Stone as the core... although it's a bit extravagant, it's a very good idea. It can minimize the risk, which is really good."
"It's a great pleasure to receive your compliment." Nico smiled, "But I must admit that without this crucial framework, I would not be able to replicate this time converter."
"That is quite fair to say," said Phineas. "Salazar Slytherin's wisdom is unrivaled."
He held his head high, looking proud.
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.
"It's just a little too extravagant." The voice continued, "It's just a core that provides magic power. There are many ways to replace it."
"But for now, finding the substitute you mentioned is more troublesome than making a Philosopher's Stone." Nico shook his head and said, "At least we can find all the materials needed for the Philosopher's Stone."
"You're right... Salazar also thought of using the Philosopher's Stone as a source of magic power, but the magic world couldn't find any trace of the phoenix at the time, so he had to use another method."
"Ha, you sound like you're there." Phineas couldn't help but look back, "Can you please stop bragging..."
Phineas' words stopped abruptly, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked like a rooster with its neck strangled, with his mouth open but no sound coming out.
After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out some movement from his throat.
"Raven...Ravenclaw?"
"It's me." Rowena Ravenclaw nodded calmly.
She moved her gaze from the Time Turner to Phineas, "Are you the Headmaster of Hogwarts as well?"
"Yes, yes, about a hundred years ago," said Phineas nervously.
"Oh." Rowena Ravenclaw nodded and said nothing.
Armando dragged him behind with disgust, "Ms. Ravenclaw, I didn't expect you to be in school..."
"You can also pretend that I'm not here." Rowena Ravenclaw said without any expression on her face, "And I won't be involved in any decisions made in the school."
"You're joking." Another headmistress said excitedly, "We are all very willing to receive your guidance, and I believe the current headmistress is the same."
"No, I won't do that." Rowena Ravenclaw shook her head and said, "I am just a memory that shouldn't be here. I don't want to, and I can't, interfere with any decision made during this time."
"Then why did you show up this time?"
"In order to solve the problem left over from before." Ravenclaw did not explain, but just looked at the time turner again.
The others were confused, but Kyle could probably understand a little.
This time-turner was left behind by Salazar Slytherin, and strictly speaking it is also something that "should not exist".
This is probably the reason why Ravenclaw showed up... If Kyle's guess is correct, this thing will never appear again after he brings it back to Dumbledore this time.
"Do you still have any questions?"
Kyle noticed the Ravenclaw suddenly looking at him.
"Do I need to do any preparation?" he asked quickly. "I remember you told me to stay away from the time turner as much as possible."
"I still give this advice now," Ravenclaw said, "but... if you insist on going, remember to keep a clear head. But you seem to have prepared for this. Is it the Reset Potion... or some other name?"
Kyle looked at Nico.
"Yes." Nico nodded and explained, "It's the potion you drank earlier. It can make your mind unaffected by time. Even if there are two 'selves', you can keep your mind independent."
"That's no problem."
"Wait a minute." Kyle whispered, "If it was a hundred years ago, it seems that there was no second me...even my father was not born at that time."
"This effect is more than just adding an extra 'self'." Ravenclaw explained patiently: "In a sense, returning to the past that you have not experienced is more dangerous than normal time travel. Without the protection of the potion, you will gradually forget everything and get lost in the past."
"But now it seems that someone has taken all of this into consideration." Ravenclaw glanced at Nico again and disappeared from the frame.
No one saw how she left, just as no one saw how she came.
The sound of Professor McGonagall and Minister Bones arguing could be heard outside the door again.
Kyle looked up.
"Don't worry about them, it's okay." Nico said, he picked up the time turner and pressed it gently, "You have more important things to do now."
As he moved, a ray of red light spread out from the magic stone inside the time converter, extending along the lines on the surface until it evenly covered the five pointers.
"Okay." Kyle took the pocket watch nervously. "What time do I need to go to find Professor Dumbledore?"
"Go to where it all began," Nico whispered. "If Albus is repelled by time, you'll find him there."
"what should I do?"
"Just move the longest pointer one circle. I made a mark on it." Nico pointed to the time converter, which had a newly drawn scale on it, which was very obvious.
"This is the time I calculated. It may not be so accurate when you adjust it, but as long as it's not too off, it's fine. It's nothing more than waiting a few more days."
"it is good."
Kyle took a deep breath and placed his finger on the longest pointer, applying gentle pressure.
The pointer then started to move, easily at first, but then resistance began to appear when it was halfway around, and the closer it got to the mark, the greater the resistance.
"Don't stop..." Nico reminded beside him: "You can take your time, but you must not stop."
Kyle pushed the pointer to the mark in one breath... Not bad, at least it looked like it was facing the mark.
When he loosened his fingers, the red light on the pointer seemed to have found an outlet and immediately poured into the corresponding scale. The time converter began to vibrate violently, broke free from Kyle's hand, and floated in the air.
But Kyle was not surprised. After all, he had seen this kind of scene once before... It was the same when Dumbledore used the time-turner.
Nico took a small step back and suddenly slapped his forehead as he looked at Kyle.
"Oh, I forgot. We shouldn't let him go back here."
"What's wrong?" Armando asked.
"Because he would probably appear in the headmaster's office in 1899, the year Albus graduated." Nico frowned and asked, "Who was the headmaster at that time?"
Everyone looked at Phineas Black.
"Why are you looking at me?" Phineas subconsciously took two steps back.
"If I remember correctly." Armando narrowed his eyes, "You were the principal at that time, right? After all, I took office in 1927."
"I'm right," said Phineas, "but even so, I can't go back..."
"Oh!" he suddenly said, "I think I've seen him before, that Kyle... No wonder I always felt that guy looked familiar."
"You didn't make it difficult for him."
"How would I know? That was a hundred years ago. I see so many people every day. How can I still remember who they are? Wait, what do you want to do?"
Armando immediately took out his weapon, "Kyle is going to save Albus. If you dare to do anything unnecessary, we will not let you go."
……
But by this time Kyle could no longer hear them.
He found that everything around him began to blur rapidly, and countless images flashed rapidly, as if he was watching a movie that was being rewound a thousand times... He could not see anything clearly, only countless lines of different colors passing quickly before his eyes.
This was a very long process and not a very pleasant one. Kyle felt his eardrums swelling and he couldn't help wanting to shout out loud. Perhaps he had already shouted out, but he couldn't hear his own voice.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he felt his feet touch solid ground, and everything became clear again...
He saw the principal's office that was familiar yet unfamiliar.
The layout was much the same as he remembered it, but the conspicuous silverware and the huge photo behind the table were gone, replaced by a few ugly statues and a terrible color scheme.
"Who are you!" a loud shout came from behind.
"You are a seventh-grade student, right? It's exam time now. Why are you in the principal's office instead of going to the exam room? Do you want to steal something?"
Kyle turned his head subconsciously and saw a face that was equally strange and familiar.
Phineas Black…was much younger than he looked in the photo, with black hair and a subtle mustache.
But this attitude is just as annoying.
My first reaction when I saw a student appear in my office was that he wanted to steal things. This is such an unfounded and vicious accusation.
Kyle curled his lips and gave a standard smile, "Dear Principal Black, do you think I am a seventh-grade student?"