Chapter 1375: Perfect Time Logic

In what must have been only the blink of an eye, Harry's feet were once again on the solid floor of the Room of Requirement.

His face was covered in blood, his expression was still confused, and his body was already tied tightly.

Ron and Hermione were lying on the ground, with frightened tears still on their faces and their open mouths unclosed.

A few steps away, the young Professor Blaine also looked at him in surprise.

Amosta saw Harry's face covered in blood, and saw the time-turner hanging around Harry's neck that just now belonged to Delphi.

"What's going on?"

Amosta frowned, looked at Harry who was still bleeding from the wound, and asked suspiciously,

"You defeated Delphi and stole her time turner. How did you do all this while you were tied up and didn't have a wand?"

At this moment, Harry's eyes looking at Professor Blaine lost the anger just now, and reverence welled up from his green eyes again.

Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to express what he had just witnessed.

"Has anyone helped you?"

Amosta raised his eyebrows.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry nodded.

"Who is it?"

Amosta continued to ask.

But Harry still didn't speak. He just looked at Hermione a little uncertainly, and then turned his attention to the young Professor Blaine.

Amosta suddenly sneered, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, he knew better.

That's easy to guess, isn't it?

There are two things that can be determined.

First, just as I guessed.

He didn't die in the so-called 'Hogwarts Holy War' at all. Delphi was just playing a game of information gap to bully these three Gryffindor House students who didn't know as much about the future as she did.

Secondly, the reason why Delphi can travel through time repeatedly is probably with the tacit approval of her future self.

Otherwise, Amosta couldn't figure it out. His future self knew clearly that Voldemort's daughter was planning to go back in time to kill him, but he didn't take any precautions.

With a wave of his wand, Amosta released the ropes binding the three Harrys.

Ron and Hermione immediately jumped up and came to Harry's side to support him.

"Your face!"

Hermione quickly wiped Harry's blood stains with her sleeve.

"What's going on, brother, how did you deal with that nasty witch."

"Here, use this—"

Amosta took out a bottle of fresh food from his pocket and threw it away.

"oh!"

Hermione hurriedly took it, opened the plug and smelled it before she could tell what it was. She said cautiously,

"Thank you, Professor——"

"Don't call me professor, I'm a student like you, and-"

Amosta turned around and walked back to the chest of drawers, dropped his butt, and said expressionlessly,

"I don't want to admit that you are like this either. Forget it."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other, and when they came back to their senses, they all kept their heads down and said nothing.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Feeling the slightest itch coming from the wound, Harry stretched out his hand to scratch it and gave Hermione a grateful smile.

"Brain teaches... uh, Amosta?"

Harry hesitated.

"Um?"

"Why is Delphi obsessed with killing me? I mean, she could leave immediately after stealing my time turner, right?"

Harry whispered, with a look of embarrassment on his face, as if he still had not shaken off the guilt of having just regarded Professor Blaine as a villain who was greedy for life and fear of death.

Amosta snorted coldly,

"What would you do if she got your time turner and left immediately?"

"Maybe--"

The three of them looked at each other, and the girl with shaggy brown hair said cautiously,

"In that case, if you don't want to help us, I think. I think we will go to Professor Dumbledore--"

"Then it's over -"

Amosta said in a matter-of-fact tone,

"Dumbledore. Hum, he will definitely come up with a perfect solution for you. For example, he will get you a time turner so that you can go back to the future. I think this is not necessary for the greatest wizard of our time. What’s the fuss—”

Looking at the three people whose eyes flashed with realization, Amosta adjusted his thoughts and stared at Hermione.

"You just said .zhounan, Miss Granger, where did you hear this word?"

After a moment of silence, Hermione remained cautious, although she was sure that Professor Blaine in front of her was no longer dangerous.

"It was you who told us in the future."

"Oh, really?"

Amosta wasn't surprised at all. His sharp eyes were still locked on her.

"Presumably, it shouldn't have been mentioned as a topic of small talk during a pleasant afternoon tea party?"

"I can't say, teach Amosta—"

After another brief silence, Hermione said apologetically,

"Professor Dumbledore has warned that time is the most wonderful and dangerous force. When we fool it, it is best to maintain the greatest degree of caution. He believes that we do not need to reveal too much about the irrelevant future to you."

Amosta rolled his eyes, his tone showing displeasure.

"It's like what Dumbledore would say. But in the situation just now, since you mentioned 'zhounan', I must have told you something about this word. In the future?"

Ron stared at Professor Blaine in awe. Even Professor Blaine was about the same age as them!

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This keenness shows his wisdom!

"You did say—"

Hermione also looked at Amosta with admiration,

"You said at that time that if one day we encounter a time when we need to prove our identity to you, we will tell you this name. You also told us not to reveal anything else except this."

"Really?"

Amosta frowned, lost in thought.

Zhou Nan!

The name and experience of his previous life are his biggest secrets. He cannot simply use this name as a password to recognize each other.

Under what circumstances would he tell the three of them this name?

Damn it!

Amosta stared at Harry and the three of them, his gloomy gaze making them shudder.

I’m really curious about the future!

However, curiosity is one thing, and Amosta also knows that these three people cannot say too much to him.

Unless, he subdues them and examines their heads himself.

But if he really does this, no matter what the original future looks like, he will probably make a mess!

"Say it--"

Trying his best to suppress his thirst for knowledge, Amosta breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dumbledore. Or, future me, I will tell you what to do with me in the future. I can't think of anything I can do to help you."

After going round and round, things are finally back on track.

After experiencing Delphi's fright just now, Harry had the urge to cry.

"Let's take the uh, blood, Delphi's blood from your hand -"

After exchanging glances, Harry and Ron stepped back behind Hermione, allowing her to communicate with the young Professor Blaine.

Amosta raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is it me who told you that I have this in my hand?"

"It was Professor Dumbledore, who surmised-"

Hermione cherishes words like gold,

"Oh, of course, it should also be under your arrangement--"

Hermione glanced at the coins and books next to Professor Blaine.

"Twenty days ago, I did collect some Delphi blood in the Forbidden Forest--"

Amosta narrowed his eyes and looked a little solemn.

"But I've already used it?"

"What!"

Harry screamed.

"I did it to find out who was trying to kill me in the Forbidden Forest--"

Amosta said,

"I think you should know that some magic can be traced backwards. I cast a spell on the blood sample a week later.

It failed. I still don't understand why. Now, I know the reason clearly. Because Delphi does not belong to my time and space at all. "

"Then what should we do? That blood is crucial!"

Hermione also screamed in despair, even more desperate than she had just mistakenly thought that Professor Blaine had 'surrendered to the enemy'.

Amosta bit his lip and pointed at the time turner on the scarred boy's chest. Suddenly, he was stunned and his eyes turned to the ground.

Looking at the pool of blood that had just exploded on Delphi's chest and spilled onto the ground, Amosta smiled.

"Isn't there just something fresh here?"