Chapter 1258 The Order Reversed

Why not do it? What is he waiting for?

Seeing that Maca had quietly appeared behind the other party, but just stood there without any further action for a long time, Old Werther was very puzzled.

But he didn't know that Maca was still troubled by that inexplicable strange feeling. Although his eyes were fixed on Haierbo's subordinate in front of him, his mind was elsewhere.

"Yes, there must be something wrong... What did I overlook?"

Maca stood behind the sofa, and just stood there silently meditating for a moment. It wasn't until the old Patriarch sitting behind the desk was anxiously waiting, that he seemed to come back to his senses a little bit, and stretched out his hand to pat the back of the head in front of him lightly.

Immediately, Old Werther saw that nasty black wizard trembling all over his body, and then he collapsed on the sofa as if he lost his strength.

Maca didn't care much about it.

Under the slightly astonished gaze of the old Patriarch, he walked around to the sofa and pulled the black wizard to the floor, and then sat down by himself.

"he--"

"Oh, Mr. Werther, please don't talk."

Just as Old Werther was about to speak, Maca interrupted him.

"I have something to think about, so please be quiet for a while... Well, by the way, if your Werthers have a time switch, please help me find it."

Having said that, Maca sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and folded his arms, and fell into thinking again.

"Time...translator?"

Perhaps the vast majority of modern wizards are not very clear about the principle of that thing, but Old Werther knows about the substance that naturally adheres to the rules of time—the sand of time.

But because of this, he understands better than most other wizards that it is terrible to touch the rules of time.

"No, our Werther family doesn't have that kind of thing!"

"Really?" Maca said somewhat absent-mindedly, "That's really bad news..."

Seeing that Maca had no intention of speaking again after casually responding,

Old Werther could only calm down and continue to wait.

But who would have thought that just ten seconds later, the black wizard who was pushed onto the floor by Maca suddenly moved slightly. Immediately, the old Patriarch saw that there was an extra magic wand in the other party's hand, and it vaguely pointed to Maca on the sofa.

When he saw it, he was about to say something to remind him, but he didn't expect that Maka, who was still immersed in thinking, would easily discover the small movements of the person on the floor.

"Well?"

While slightly astonished, both Old Werther and the black wizard lying on the ground felt a blur before their eyes, and then the magic wand was in Maca's hand.

"Has the soul been transformed by Hai Erbo? Well, it's no wonder... If there is no way to defend against the attack of soul magic, then it will not be sent here."

While muttering softly, Maca swung the stolen wand backhand, and a biting cold instantly enveloped the person on the floor.

Accompanied by a "cracking" freezing sound, this time, the other party obviously couldn't move at all.

And at this moment, Old Werther seemed unwilling to wait any longer, and suddenly said:

"McLean, are you planning to use the time-turner to stop Hai Erbo in advance? No, it's impossible for you to do it - the rules of time have never been something that humans can touch!"

"According to some ancient documents in my Werther family, the order of time cannot be reversed, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing what has happened. Those wizards who try to disrupt the rules of time often end up missing, and no one knows where they are. What happened in the long river of history..."

"Well, I know...huh?"

Maka, who was responding casually, suddenly seemed to notice something, and gave a light snort.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, those wizards who disturbed the time, the end-"

"No, not this one," Maca interrupted immediately, "one more sentence."

Old Werther didn't know what Maca was thinking, but since the other party asked, he could only recall:

"Are you asking... the sentence 'The order of time cannot be reversed, and what has already happened cannot be changed'?"

But Maca just nodded and said to himself suddenly:

"The order of time cannot be reversed... That's right, it turns out that I misremembered the order!"

Just as he was speaking, Maca stood up abruptly from the sofa, waved at Old Werther, and walked towards the door. While walking, he also thanked:

"Thanks for the old gentleman's reminder... Well, I have to go first. The guy on the ground is not dead yet, so you don't have to worry about being noticed by Haierbo—if you don't want to cause trouble, just keep it as it is. "

"Wait for me!" Old Werther hurriedly called out to him, "There's also the matter of the demon summoning technique! If this guy completes this ceremony, the entire wizarding world will—"

Maca heard the words, but just stamped her feet at the door, without looking back, said:

"Needless to say, I have already learned about those things."

Before the words were finished, the door of the study closed silently, completely covering Maka's back. Old Werther looked in the direction of the door, and moved his half-open mouth again, but finally closed it helplessly.

He already knew the horror of the devil summoning technique?

Really?

...

Leaving aside the devil summoning technique, at least Maca now finally understands what the lingering strange feeling in his heart is.

That's right, he realized that he seemed to have misremembered the order of two things, so that he ignored an inconspicuous possibility.

I remember that at Nott's house earlier, Maca found out that the time converter that the other party took out was a fake, and it was a product of transfiguration that he used to exchange for real things in the past.

However, the time when Nott and McNeill were taken by Voldemort to the Department of Mysteries to ambush him was long before he returned to the Hall of Time to get the Time Converter.

At that time, there was no fake time-turner he made in the cabinet in the Hall of Time!

Thinking about it this way, the problem clearly became clear—maybe just like Nott’s first reaction at the time, Walton McNeill had indeed lied to him.

But maybe, McNeill didn't know that the Time Converter was a fake.

But no matter what the possibility is, Walton McNeil, who is a staff member of the Ministry of Magic and a former Death Eater, has stolen two time converters successively, which is probably not lost.

Not long after, Maca left in a hurry from Werther's mansion, and soon returned to the alley in front of Nott's house.

"Tut Tuk."

After reaching out and knocking on the door, he waited in front of the door for a while, and then heard familiar footsteps coming from the door in front of him.

It was Nott's daughter Joy who came to open the door for him.

When the little girl saw Maca appearing outside her house again, she was somewhat puzzled and froze for a moment.

"First, sir?"

"Is your father still at home? I have something to do. I have to find him again."

"Ah...um."

Probably because of seeing his father's respectful attitude towards Maca, Joey didn't dare to shut Maca out this time. Hearing what he said, he immediately opened the door and stepped aside.

Seeing Joey's head bowed in silence, Maca patted her on the head, and then went straight into the house.

"Mr. Nott, come down for a while! I still have something to ask for your help—"

Mrs. Parkinson had already gone back, and there was no one in the living room right now. Maca stood still in the middle, raised her head and shouted upstairs.

But before he could finish speaking, he heard a "thud-thump-thump" trot upstairs, and Nott ran down the stairs from the upper bedroom in a hurry.

"Mr. McLean? Why are you..."

He just said the beginning, and felt that it was a bit inappropriate to say so, for fear that a careless wording would annoy Maca. So although he complained in his heart, a little smile soon appeared on his face, and he turned around with a little embarrassment:

"Well, I mean—is there anything else I can do, Mr. McLean?"

"Of course it's about the Time Converter," Maca said immediately, "I remember Miss Parkinson told me earlier that when Voldemort led people to ambush me in the Ministry of Magic, you and McNeil were among them..."

"No, no, there's no such thing!" Nott quickly denied, "I don't know if McNeill is, but I'm sure not...really!"

Seeing that he strongly denied it, Maca just waved his hand and said calmly:

"Don't worry, I don't mean to pursue it—I just want to confirm that McNeill's time-turner was indeed stolen at that time?"

"Oh, this..." Nott nodded hesitantly, "Yes, it was indeed that time."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Maca repeated again.

This time, Nott obviously hesitated for a longer time, but nodded again under Maca's gaze.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

After hearing this, Maca nodded slightly and said:

"That's good... In that case, take me to McNeil's house! If you can gain something this time, you won't have to enter Azkaban again."

Maca's promise is of great significance to Knott. Thinking that he might not have to stay at home like this in the future, he couldn't help but get excited.

However, Maca only promised not to enter Azkaban again, right?

Seeing the smile on Nott's face, Maca immediately pointed to the direction of the door and urged:

"Let's go now! Lead the way... I'm in a hurry."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Nott ran forward in a hurry, and said eagerly while running, "Don't worry! Mr. McLean, we will be there soon..."

Maca shook his head, then even followed.