novel-bin Chapter 144 Tracing Time to Explore the Shack
Chapter 144 Tracing Time to Explore the Shack
Chapter 145 Traveling Back in Time to Explore the Shack
Picking up where we left off, Salazar claimed that he could teach the Death Diary to devour other magical mixtures. How could Harry not be tempted after hearing this?
He immediately spread his fingers, grabbed Ron and Hermione by the collar, pulled them back, and got off the train. No matter how much the ticket checker shouted, they remained unmoved.
Ron, unsure of Harry's meaning, quickly said, "Harry, we really need to get back quickly. If we miss this train, we won't be able to get back to the dormitory before curfew."
Harry snapped his fingers and instantly summoned a house-elf.
"Dear Mr. Harry Potter, what can I do for you?"
"Go and explain this to Professor Dumbledore; I must return home late tonight."
"Yes, sir!"
After saying that, he disappeared with a "bang".
Harry turned to Ron and laughed, "That will spare us the punishment of not returning home before curfew."
Ron stared in disbelief. Did this elf-keeping house belong to the school or to Harry's private property?
Hermione knew that Harry's unusual behavior must have a reason, and immediately asked with certainty, "Are we about to do something big?"
Harry clapped his hands and nodded, laughing, "You truly understand me, Big Sister! You've hit the nail on the head!"
Then he recounted Salazar's words in detail.
Upon hearing this, Ron was immediately filled with longing and decided to go into the screaming shed.
He took two more bottles of energy-boosting potions from his robe, swallowed them, wiped his mouth, and said, "I'm ready."
"Oh, you two wait for me."
Hermione called out, took the hourglass-shaped time-tamper from her neck, and solemnly said, "No matter what happens later, neither of you are allowed to turn around or look around, otherwise we might get trapped in a time paradox."
Hearing the seriousness in her voice, Harry immediately cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said solemnly, "Sister, rest assured, even if you stab me with a knife or chop me with an axe, I will not turn my head away even a fraction!"
Hermione's expression froze for a moment. "Uh... it's not that serious. I don't think anyone would attack us from behind at this time."
"Of course, if someone really attacks us, our priority should still be survival..."
She gave a few words of advice, then took the death diary, spread it in her palm, and began to write.
Harry had barely written a few lines in tiny characters when he saw Hermione's face turn deathly pale, as if all her magic had been drained. Before he could say anything, she suddenly gripped the hourglass tightly, turned it back two full times, and vanished in an instant.
Immediately afterward, a gentle breeze swept by from behind Harry and Ron, revealing Hermione holding the Death Diary.
She closed her diary and smiled, "Alright, now I'm ready too."
"You...you just went back in time?" Ron's eyes widened. "But what were you doing back in time?"
"To replenish my magic power."
Listen, dear reader: Hermione's plan to write this was no small matter. Even after exhausting all her magical power, she still feared it wouldn't be enough, so she devised a cunning scheme.
When the magic power is exhausted, the time converter will be used to travel back to the past to recuperate.
When the magic power was about to overflow, and it was the time for retrospection, he used his wand to transfer all the magic power in his body to his past self, thus giving him twice the magic power out of thin air.
After speaking, Ron looked bewildered. He pondered for a long time before hesitatingly asking, "But when you went back in time, wasn't your magic already exhausted?"
"Oh, I've returned to ten hours ago. Ten hours is enough time for me to replenish my magic."
Harry couldn't stop clapping and exclaiming, "Brilliant! Brilliant! Big Sister is truly a female Zhuge Liang! Even a withered branch in Big Sister's hands will be transformed into a blade that can cut through iron like mud!"
"But I never knew that the profound texts my elder sister wrote required so much magic to sustain them?"
Hermione laughed, "I've increased our chances of luck in the Screaming Shack tonight, since nobody knows what's in there."
"Hmm... but I'm not sure which is more effective, this or Felix Felicis, since this is my first time using it..."
Ron clicked his tongue in amazement upon hearing this.
It seems this notebook is indeed very suitable for Hermione. If it were for myself, I would never think of using it for another fifty years.
He took a breath, gripped his wand tightly, and strode toward the screaming shack.
"Let's hurry up and go, I feel a strange sensation all over my body!"
The three heroes walked side by side, and when they reached the door of the Screaming Shack, Harry drew his knife and slashed, breaking the lock with a snap.
Harry peeked through a crack in the door, took two tinderboxes from his pocket, handed them to Ron and Hermione, and whispered in their ears:
"There's not a ray of light in this room, and all the windows are sealed shut. It's really strange. Sister and brother, please keep this safe. If you want it to see light, just blow on it."
Having said their piece, the three of them crept inside.
Ron knew Hermione had used the Death Diary, and he was told several times that he would be blessed with good fortune and walk with great strides.
They thoroughly explored all the inner rooms and outer halls of the screaming shack, but found nothing strange.
Ron felt a sense of relief and raised his voice a bit. "Looks like there's no ghost here, it's just a rumor."
Although he had already investigated, Hermione was still worried and made another round of inspections before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're right, there really is nothing here. No monsters have appeared, and nothing strange has happened."
Ron looked around, his heart itching with curiosity, and couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, haunted houses are much cheaper. How many gallons do you think this house could sell for?"
"I advise you to give up on this idea." Hermione found an old sofa, cast a cleaning charm, and sat down. "People in the community will just think you're crazy, a freak, like Professor Celticburn."
"Why care about what other people think? Look at the size of this house, the wooden floors, and that chandelier overhead—wait, what's that?"
Ron squinted, took a tinderbox, blew on it, and tossed it into the flame. In the bright light, a black-haired werewolf was seen clinging to a chandelier, hanging upside down from the sky.
When Ron met those two tiny, fluorescent green eyes, he was so shocked that his scalp tingled!
"Werewolf! There's a werewolf here!"
"Harry! Hermione! Watch out!"
Ron's shouts shook the rooftops and echoed far and wide. Seeing that he had been exposed, the werewolf let out a single howl and lunged downwards.
Before they even landed, Harry had already summoned a dragon shield below, enveloping them inside. Hermione also flicked her wand in all directions, sending out glowing lights to restore brightness.
Although it was furry and weak against fire, this werewolf was clever. It spread its five fingers and chopped hard, breaking the floor and burrowing down into it.
The story goes: A screaming shed with stakes planted, three heroes shoulder to shoulder. Don't worry about the wind, they'll find a way to stick things in. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.
(End of this chapter)