Chapter 630 Flying Through Time

"This is--"

A hangover-like dizziness flooded Tom's mind. He pressed his temples hard. The peeking from the shattered mirror made him have a splitting headache. The hand holding Nelson's shoulder convulsively twisted into a chicken paw. It wasn't until the scalding blood spread to his fingertips that he came back to his senses. Looking at Nelson, whose robes on his shoulders were wet with blood, he showed a guilty expression, "Sorry... I'm obviously here to help."

"It's all right," Nelson smiled, and tapped his shoulder with his wand. The broken bandages tied the wound by themselves. He twisted his shoulder and handed Tom a small crystal bottle. The green potion dazzled all around. Glittering in the refraction, "It will make you feel better, Tom, we are about to go, are you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous about? Aren't you familiar with the road?"

Tom took the bottle and drank it without even looking at it. The clear taste spread from his mouth to his limbs. He seemed to have swallowed a whole piece of ice in the dog days, and his whole body felt refreshed. , couldn't help picking up the empty bottle and sighing: "Professor Sykes is really a good man... By the way, let's go, hurry up."

"It doesn't matter, when we step into time, the time outside is meaningless to us."

Nelson shook his head, clasped Tom's wrist with his backhand and took a step forward. Tom felt as if he had penetrated an invisible membrane, and the squeezing sensation from all directions wrapped him up. This strange passage seemed to be Repelling him and wanting to squeeze him out, it was only for the first time that he carefully observed the environment he was in. Small mirrors that were extremely small were embedded on the inner wall of the passage, connected together, from different The angle reflected the two people in the passage. He tried to stare at one of them and waved his hand, but the "Tom" inside did not make the same movement as him. Instead, Nelson next to him raised his head and smiled through the mirror. He was surprised to find that each of these countless small mirrors showed a completely different state, and some of their own backgrounds were not even in this passage. They did not seem to reflect the light in the passage, but instead It is showing the appearance of the world on the other side of the mirror.

They correspond to every possible choice made at the moment the two are in.

The passage stretched straight ahead, but the reflection of the mirror made it look like it was inside a huge creature, with twists and turns. Tom turned his head and looked behind him. The passage behind him was also long and covered with countless The clear mirror is also dazzling.

Nelson called Tom, but he didn't respond, so he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Tom's eyes. The crisp sound without echo instantly brought Tom back to reality. He saw Nelson pointing to his neckline and said, "Tom, Your button is broken."

Tom lowered his head. There was only half of the button on the neckline left, and the broken section was still being eaten away by the magic power stuck to it. Maybe the body fluid from a struggling poisonous snake had been spilled on it not long ago. He shook his head and pulled off the button. , throwing it in a mirror somewhere in the corner.

"Are you nervous, Nel?" Tom noticed that Nelson was holding a pair of worn-out boots he picked up from nowhere in his hands, and he was standing by the side like a scavenger at a loss, turning slightly sideways, avoiding the scratches on the boots. mud.

"Did you see it?" Nelson smiled and took a deep breath, "It's like when I was learning to drive, although I practiced countless times on the training track and passed the test to prove my skills, But when I hit the road for the first time, the hands holding the steering wheel were still sweating."

He rubbed his outstretched hand on the pocket of his coat and wiped away the sweat that didn't exist. He looked like a simple and honest guy walking on the road of a blind date. Tom almost laughed when he saw his appearance, and said while holding his forehead: " You can actually drive, why didn’t I know? Speaking of which, didn’t you just go to experiment with time travel? Where did the nearly two thousand bookshelves come from?”

"Oh, that," Nelson came back to his senses and said with a wave of his hand, "I just tried to use the time converter to speed up my time. These are the history books I collected in those few days. Unfortunately, the history of BC We are filled with all kinds of ignorant myths and legends, which is why we have to set out ourselves to find the answer.”

"Hey——" Tom took a step back, "Then how do you know we can do it? I read a novel before, what if we kill my grandfather by mistake?"

"Aberforth has already told me the answer, and we will surely succeed. Of course, I have to verify it first... I will go back as soon as I go."

Nelson gripped Tom's arm tightly, as if he was afraid that he would die, and then pulled it forward. Tom experienced a similar but completely different experience to the portkey. He felt that he was being pulled by the hair. Dragging away, I was about to scold my mother, but saw Nelson next to me disappear, "By the way, you don't have to worry, your grandfather is already dead."

"Hello!"

Tom was a little flustered, but the next second, Nelson reappeared beside him, the boots in his hand had disappeared.

"You bastard—"

"Sorry, I forgot about this one," Nelson waved his wand, and mayflies came out of his pockets, forming a submersible cover, wrapping the two together. His face was full of excitement and anticipation, as if the one just now The nervous self was another person, the "submersible" accelerated under the control of the magic wand, making a booming sound, the outer layer of mayflies were quickly crushed into thin slices, and soon replaced by new mayflies, he held The non-existent steering wheel, raised the brim of his hat, and shouted, "Hogwarts will definitely have at least two class time to introduce me in the future!"

"You are crazy!"

Tom gritted his teeth and cursed. Immediately afterwards, the "submersible" rolled forward like a frenzied porcupine. The two people inside were thrown around by centrifugal force like hamsters in a hamster ball. Tom felt dizzy and dizzy. He didn't even have the energy to scold Nelson.

He could only see Nelson constantly taking out small silver balls from his pocket and crushing them. The pure magic power restored and transformed by Sykes was constantly replenishing the consumption caused by reversing time. He finally got used to the shaking of the hamster ball and was crushed by Nelson. Crouching on the inner wall, restraining the feeling of dizziness and nausea, his eyes widened, staring curiously at everything around him.

He saw the Hogwarts Express that had just been attacked not long ago, and in a trance he saw a person coming from behind them turn into the debris, and he saw a younger Nelson standing in the passage ahead, Before he could make a sound to remind him, he heard Nelson yelling "Get out!", knocked the statue next to Nelson aside, and then knocked the confused little Nelson out with a ball...

The past flashed through his eyes like a slideshow. Five years of campus life flashed by, and he also saw Nelson drifting in the world like a rootless duckweed. From time to time, he found that Nelson's yelling about getting a new toy stopped, the speed of the two slowed down, and the surrounding mayflies burst out sparks like fireworks under the weight.

He turned his head and looked at Nelson, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground inside the spherical container, with his head down, and kept stroking the ring of the Gaunt family that he had brought back before departure. Tom understood it, looked outside, and the solemn scene of the cemetery appeared In every mirror, every Nelson is doing the same thing—sitting by the tombstone, rubbing the ring with the resurrection stone.

Just as Tom was about to say something, he saw Nelson grab the ring and swipe his wand vigorously, the speed increased instantly. Tom was thrown against the inner wall again, cursing and seeing the surrounding scenery retreating rapidly. When Nelson flicked his wand, a shuttle-shaped mayfly shot out of his sleeve like a dart. It contained strong force, as if it wanted to smash the mirror, and flew towards the back of the Polish man. past.

"Gnar..."

"Helbo has proved with facts that Professor Dumbledore took his life with the death curse," Nelson said, speeding up lightly, without turning his head. "This has caused him a lot of trouble, don't worry. , fixing this small mistake is not enough to affect the course of time."

"You decide."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. The surrounding scene was like looking at flowers in a fog, and he could no longer see clearly. Nelson finally completed the deconstruction of this "time submersible", separated the inner liner from the outer shell, and they could finally sit in it smoothly. , no matter how much it rolls outside, there is no need to be thrown around like a violently packed package.

A few seconds later, Tom's childish voice reached his own ears:

"Hi, you're Nelson Williams?"

This was the first conversation between the two when they met. It was not friendly, and even a little tit-for-tat. The speed of the "submersible" slowed down significantly. Tom saw Nelson take a deep breath and push the non-existent car gear. From here, time does not belong to them.

"Let's go."

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, and Nelson's face suddenly turned pale. After crushing two small silver balls in a row, a trace of blood appeared. Shuttle in his own life, they still have realistic projections, but no one knows , Whether the bizarre journey ahead welcomes them.

Tom pursed his lips. He knew he couldn't help Nelson, so he could only encourage him as much as possible.

Time quickly reversed, and he saw the unrepaired dilapidated front of the Orphanage in Midwest City on a snowy night, and a frail woman placed the infant baby on the steps.

In the next second, they completely tore apart the film that surrounded them and hindered their progress. Amidst the roar of gears and steam, the silver paint on the mayflies' bodies fell off, exposing the brass parts at the joints, but machinery and magic Never cowering like a human, their deformed groans sounded more like an indomitable battle cry to the two of them. Nelson stood up suddenly from the ground, his windbreaker flapped wildly, and a green plant wrapped in a crystal ball fell down. Hugged by Tom, more and more small silver balls flew out of his pocket, like planets revolving around the sun, bursting out with bright light, pure magic poured into Nelson's right hand holding the staff, his arm was like oil It was as difficult as swimming, his arms were shaking, and he could barely hold his wand.

"Xi……"

Tom stood up, took his wand with his left hand, and pressed hard on Nelson's struggling arm.

He didn't know what kind of magic Nelson was going to use, but years of tacit understanding still allowed him to watch Nelson mouth-to-mouth and recite the spell step by step. The two overlapping magic wands were like two icebreakers rushing towards the iceberg in the frozen obstacles. The prow of the ship sacrificed itself and slammed into the glacier with only its sharp corners exposed!

The silver chain of the Time Converter hangs down from Nelson's sleeve, the almost stagnant pointer trembles crazily under the seesaw of magic power and time, and the solid metal makes a tearing noise.

Tom didn't feel the pressure. He could only see Nelson's clenched teeth and the flesh pressed against the bone. He could even see the faint golden light between Nelson's ribs. Miss Joy's playful golden ribs were at this moment Became Nelson's help in resisting the heavy pressure.

His teeth were almost crushed by himself, and he uttered the next incantation with difficulty:

"……day……"

Under the fateful joint efforts of the two, the tip of the stick opened the time that had been blocked since its birth, and the distant starlight in every piece of broken mirror gathered towards him. The lighthouse that rides the wind and waves guides it to the correct route to history.

"……Heavy……"

This is a spell that has never appeared in the world. It does not rely on charms, transfiguration, black magic or other known magic. It does not even have an exact date of birth, because it was born in the flow of time. In the middle, after uttering the almost complete syllable, Tom felt the magic power uncontrollably venting to the wand like a broken dam, far surpassing the spell that he needed to prepare for a long time, his eyes suddenly went dark, but he was caught Nelson's hand gripped firmly.

Tom opened his eyes, under the light of the stars, amidst the rapid beating of the hour hand, and surrounded by planets and star rings, the two young men pronounced the last syllable in time.

"……now!"

The wand swung down smoothly, and at the moment when the spell was completed, a sigh seemed to be heard in their ears, and those stagnant obstacles disappeared, and they fell powerlessly, and the suddenly accelerating "submersible" dragged their backs , allowing the two challengers to maintain a standing posture.

They looked at each other and smiled, the crystal ball filled with green plants fell from Tom's arms, hit the ground, and shattered, the flowers withered and bloomed again and again, contrasting with the long tunnel they were in, which looked like the body of ouroboros snake .

The strange scenes flashing past are so fast that it is impossible to see clearly, and even the time is difficult to distinguish. Buildings are retracted into the ground, soldiers' long guns are replaced with long spears, thick smoke from factories is pouring back into the chimney, and the prosperous fields are growing. Ragged, slash-and-burn barley and soybeans, medieval churches collapsed and replaced by temples supported by white pillars, and the occasional language became obscure...

Nelson stared intently ahead, pinned his watch to watch the time, and finally, at the moment when the magic power was about to run out, they squeezed into a huge mirror, the big silver ball pierced the sky, and ignited a raging fire in the friction with the atmosphere , they flitted past a grand amphitheater, drawing the attention of robed townspeople.

The flames swirled, like a vigorous steed, pulling the sun towards the Temple of Apollo on the top of the mountain in the distance.

The citizens bowed to the ground and chanted the name of the sun god. The loud sound reached the ears of the two. They struggled to get up, and Nelson's crazy idea became a reality. Thousands of years have broken into this distant, mysterious and ignorant era!