Chapter 1300 The Delicate Time in the Women's Bathroom

To be honest, as long as I gradually get used to the dizziness, it's really amazing to watch time go backward like this with cold eyes.

In this hazy field of vision that is not filled with fog, watching the things that happened in the past and the people who passed by in the past meandering to and fro like flowing clouds, there is really an illusion of detachment from everything.

I remember that the "future self" once mentioned that under some "thinking horizon", everyone wriggled like an ugly long worm. I am afraid that this kind of feeling can only be roughly experienced when using the Time Converter.

Of course, if possible, Maca would never want to experience this feeling even once.

But there was no way, in order to restore the fact that the determination could not be compromised, he still moved the small hourglass again, even going back a bit more than the last time.

And if one had to name a specific time, it would naturally be the night before the tragedy.

"call……"

When the sense of chaos that went back in time suddenly stopped, Maca only felt that his eyes were clear, and even the ubiquitous gray fog seemed to have suddenly become insignificant.

After calming down for a while, he turned his head and glanced at the window behind him.

This time, the location he chose to look back was inside the St. Mungo's Building—you can see that even though the city outside is already covered in fog, the stars are still twinkling when looking out from this window.

There is no doubt that the seemingly brilliant starry sky is naturally fake, it is just a scene created by magic spells. But because of this, the false night sky outside the window is easier to judge the time than the real starry sky.

At this moment, you don’t need any astronomical knowledge, let alone any complicated calculations. You can tell what time it is at night just by looking at the position of the moon—it doesn’t move every day like a real moon. There will be slight deviations throughout the day and night.

"Time... Well, there should be no mistake."

After a little confirmation, Maca looked around the "room". The lights here are relatively dim, and the humid air is a little bit cold, obviously not for people to live in.

In fact, it was a bathroom at all... and a women's bathroom at that!

"..."

Looking at this place that I would never come to under normal circumstances,

Maca's expression was somewhat awkward.

But there was no way, because he knew clearly that he would never come in here if he was fine, so he chose such a place to use the time-turner on purpose.

After all, at this point in time, the old self is also on St. Mungo's side, so he should be silently patrolling the night outside for Luna, Hermione and other friends!

After looking left and right delicately, Maca quickly managed his eyeballs, then stretched out his hand and pulled open the compartment door closest to the window.

Then, he decisively hid in and locked the door firmly.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be any different?"

Maca muttered inwardly in order to eliminate the embarrassment, while flipping the toilet lid down and covering it casually, then turned around and sat down.

So, after only a few movements that didn't make much noise, the bathroom returned to silence again. There was no other movement except for a drop of clean water dripping from a faucet over the sink from time to time.

And Maca just sat on the toilet seat in this cubicle without saying a word for three hours. During this period, he didn't go anywhere, and he hardly even moved.

"It's a bit cold..."

Since there is another self not far outside, although he is sure that he cannot enter the women's bathroom at this time, he still has to keep his magic power fluctuations and perception ability at all times.

Therefore, Maca at this time is no different from an ordinary person, and cannot use any magic. These more than three hours of "bathroom time" really made him feel the long-lost discomfort.

"Well, apart from being cold, my feet are still a little numb."

Just when Maca was about to stand up and relax, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, from far to near, as if they were walking towards the bathroom.

Immediately, he was only halfway up and sat back down again, but with his left hand he took out a dark medicine bottle that he had already prepared from his waist.

Needless to say, the reason why he was in a daze here was of course to wait for someone.

"Ah! No!"

Suddenly, Maca's complexion changed slightly, and he put the potion bottle in his hand back into his waist pocket.

Immediately afterwards, his expression became more subtle.

The next moment, only a faint conversation sounded in the corridor outside the door:

"Hermione?"

"Oh... Maca? It's so late, you... why haven't you slept yet?"

"Me? Well, I'll be asleep in a while."

"Uh, oh..."

Before the words finished, footsteps sounded again. Judging from those light steps, it should still be Hermione's fault. But before she could take a few more steps, Maca who was in the corridor outside spoke again.

"Hermione, you... well, I don't have to ask where you're going. However, if you want to go downstairs, I don't really recommend it."

"Ah, no... no, I'm not going downstairs." Hearing Hermione's voice, it seemed a little less straightforward, "I just... um..."

"Oh, I said, I didn't have to ask where you were going."

"……Ok."

At this point, this short conversation is over. However, it could be heard that Maca still guessed what Hermione was going to do when she got up at night, so although she was still a little worried, she still didn't embarrass Hermione too much.

Following the sound of Hermione's footsteps again, Maca, who was sitting on the toilet seat, finally shook her head silently—how could she have forgotten that there was this one before?

Just as he was thinking, Hermione in the corridor outside also gradually walked to the door of the bathroom. After a "squeak" the door opened, Hermione... came in.

In the compartment, Maca pursed her lips, then consciously stretched out her fingers to block her ears.

He couldn't help but feel a little lucky now, fortunately, he had thought enough about it and chose this compartment located in the deepest part of the bathroom. In case you choose the front one, although Hermione probably won't ask more questions even if she can't open it, but who knows if she might have a whim?

However, he didn't know if he was afraid of something, and Maka suddenly heard that the footsteps didn't stop in the outer compartment, but were getting closer to him...

what happened? Did Hermione have the habit of picking the innermost compartment to use?

"It seems that plugging your ears is useless? What you should listen to will still be heard—"

Thinking of this, Maca put down his hands helplessly, then stared at the close at hand compartment door and continued to be dazed.

At the same time, another potion was already in his hand.

As long as Hermione didn't speak, he didn't have to; and if Hermione did, it seemed that he could only take a small sip of the voice-changing potion that he planned to use later to adapt to the situation.

Fortunately, for some reason, Hermione's footsteps suddenly stopped outside the door of this cubicle... She neither stretched out her hand to pull the door, nor moved again, and the bathroom fell silent again for a while.

"Could it be watching the moon from the window?"

Although the scene outside the window is fake, it is also a product of magic, and the effect is even much better than the Muggle display. It's perfectly fine if you just look at the moon and look at the night London without the fog to relieve your mood.

After a while, footsteps sounded again for unknown times. Maca thought she was going to go back, but she naturally chose the compartment closest to the window.

"Click."

"Oh, sorry - I didn't know anyone was in there."

With just such a sentence, Hermione outside hurriedly walked away. Upon hearing this, Maca knew that there was no need to take the potion, so he squeezed his throat and let out an "hmm".

Hermione obviously didn't suspect him, she chose the middle position across a compartment to use it, washed her hands quickly, and left from the door.

And at this moment, Maca, who was in the deepest compartment, couldn't help but secretly apologized for hearing something she shouldn't have heard.

"Well, this shitty thing, you must not let it slip in the future... Just to be on the safe side, delete this memory when you have time later..."

I don't know if Dumbledore's habit of extracting memories and storing them is because he listened too much when he was young, or simply watched too many eye-catching things, and finally developed it slowly.

Thinking about it, Maca pouted suddenly, and put this messy thought aside.

After Hermione left, about two hours passed, and Maca, who had already begun to ponder some magical principles, finally heard light footsteps coming from outside the door.

This immediately shook him up, brought back the thoughts that had been scattered, and quickly repeated the action plan that he had thought up in advance in his mind.

At the same time, after hearing clearly that the steps outside were obviously messy and irregular, Maca was even more sure that this time it was right.

As for Luna's unsteady way of walking, not to mention the sleepy night, even the daytime is like sleepwalking. Anyone who is familiar with her can usually hear her right.

In addition, Maca still remembered that Luna ate an apple and a cup of tea after dinner today, so the possibility of coming to the bathroom at night is naturally very high.

"Uh……"

But while concentrating, Hermione who came here just now reminded him of something.

"By the way, um... let's wait until she finishes solving it! Or... it doesn't seem very good?"