great-warnovel Chapter 518 The Snake That Flew Through Time
Chapter 518 The Snake That Flew Through Time
Chapter 518 The Snake That Flew Through Time
The next moment, a new change occurred.
The sphere, with colors indescribable to humans, rushed towards Hermione at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, seemingly at the "call" of the little black snake!
"What are you doing!" The witch was furious with the little thing.
Following the white light of his hindsight, he quickly flew upwards.
But the sphere was moving too fast; in just a moment, it caught up with Hermione.
Before she could even react, a brilliant glow enveloped her.
"Was I swallowed by that sphere?"
Surrounded by the ever-changing light, she was momentarily stunned.
This is not a black hole, at least not a black hole in the physical sense, otherwise not only would she die, but the Earth would be doomed.
Shaped by the magic of two worlds, this strange sphere of time is in a bizarrely stable state, so that she not only suffers no harm inside, but is even somewhat comfortable.
Here, she doesn't need to breathe, yet she doesn't feel suffocated; she doesn't need a heartbeat, yet life continues.
You don't need any sense of touch to see a dazzling array of colors and hear a roar more magnificent than a landslide.
The tiny, strange black snake was now swimming inside the sphere as if it were swimming.
Its eyes were jet black and shiny, but they lacked any sense of intelligence or life, as if they were merely strange constructs that reacted to instinct.
"But it was clearly running away just like me, how come suddenly—"
The witch was puzzled, and she reached out to touch the little snake.
But before she could even touch him, he sped up and darted out of her grasp.
Along with the change, the surrounding scenery also changed.
Somehow, in a flash of light, she found herself back in the Gryffindor common room at Hogwarts!
Hermione was somewhat incredulous. She stood up and touched the soft sofa. The bouncy feel told her that it was all real.
She quickly went to the window and looked out.
"No! This isn't my timeline!"
She stared in shock at the endless, gloomy Forbidden Forest outside, the bright moon shining in the night sky, below which lay the pristine Black Lake, and in the distance, the dilapidated and narrow, but peaceful, Hogsmeade and the train station.
"This is the timeline before the war! The timeline where Hogwarts has always been here!"
She couldn't be sure what era it was, but the peaceful scene before her made her gaze at it greedily.
For some reason, there was no one else in the lounge. Perhaps it was because it was late at night, or perhaps her arrival was not meant to coincide with the lives of people at this time.
Just as I was lost in thought, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open.
"Hermione! I know! I know how to open the golden egg, and I know what the second trial is!"
A familiar voice. The witch turned around and saw a Harry who looked the same yet was not quite the same.
He looked thinner and shorter than the one in his own timeline, as if he had been malnourished and hungry since childhood, and he also had a striking lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
What hasn't changed is that it's still frizzy, just like his hair, sticking up even though it looks like he's just taken a bath.
Hermione didn't respond. She didn't know what timeline they were in, nor what the golden egg and the second challenge meant.
However, the fool Potter, of course, did not notice these subtle differences. He did not even notice that Hermione was still wearing her thick, neat school uniform robe in the middle of the night.
The boy's hair was still damp with moisture: "Is this cloak new to you? It looks very warm!" He casually commented on Dumbledore's recollection, but only for a second before changing the subject.
"Underwater! I'm going underwater to chase the mermaids!"
"This is truly a test befitting a warrior of the Goblet of Fire! But what is my most precious possession?" He scratched his head, pacing back and forth in the lounge, oblivious to the unusual quietness of the school, as if no one was there.
"Besides, I can't swim! How am I supposed to get in the water?"
He immediately turned his pleading gaze to the witch, a gesture so skillful it was almost heartbreaking.
"Don't you know the Bubble Head Charm?" Hermione asked for the first time.
In her own timeline, Harry at this age would have already learned the spell, and the boys would often go to the merman city in the Black Lake together.
"It seems like Harry is even dumber in this timeline—how can he become a champion like this?" These thoughts swirled in my mind.
"Oh, give me a quick way, I don't have much time to learn a spell from scratch." He scratched his head in distress.
"Is it because it's a time of peace?" she wondered.
Hermione's face darkened: "Limited Transfiguration, you can conjure up gills and fins for yourself."
This is a family trait inherited from the Potters; Harry should at least have some decent Transfiguration skills.
Unexpectedly, this guy sank into the sofa and said, "Spare me! I think Professor McGonagall is already eager to kick me out of the Transfiguration classroom!"
The witch shook her head helplessly, beginning to wonder if she had stumbled into a timeline where "the level of magic worldwide had decreased by a hundredfold."
"Gill-gill grass, this magical plant can make you grow gills and move freely underwater. It's the last way I know, if you can find it—"
Before she could finish speaking, the boy rushed over and gave her a big hug: "Thank you so much, Hermione! You're my savior!"
"I need to write to Sirius right away and see if I can find him in Diagon Alley—"
As he spoke, he rushed back to the boys' dormitory.
Hermione stood frozen in place, the boy's warmth still lingering on her body.
"Harry in my world wouldn't dare do that—unless he wanted to eat Comet Yazler—"
Just as I was thinking this, the little black snake suddenly reappeared. It seemed to have no physical form, wandering among the walls and furniture, causing the timeline to shift once again.
The gray fog swirled, and the radiance was blinding. This time, it was a cold but not lonely winter night.
When Hermione could see where she was again, she almost cried out.
This filthy bar, and that familiar old man Aberforth—this is Pighead Bar!
Although the layout was different from the one in New Hogsmeade, she recognized it at a glance.
Then came people who surprised her even more—Dumbledore, Trelawney, and the furtive Snape!
At this moment, she was at the corner of the stairs on the second floor of the bar, where she could see the two people talking upstairs, as well as the greasy-haired bat hiding in the corner.
"This seems to be an earlier timeline!" She noticed that her divination professor looked very young and wasn't blind, with a kind of crazy stubbornness and arrogance.
The White Wizard seemed unaware of Hermione's presence. She quickly cast a spell to make herself invisible, as being discovered by the Great Wizard in an abnormal spacetime might trigger something bad.
Given her current level of skill, Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to detect it without prior warning.
Of course, the old headmaster was no longer thinking about anything else, because Trelawney had inexplicably entered a state of divine inspiration, and an astonishing prophecy was being uttered from his mouth.