Chapter 248

Harry's heart was in a mess. In this white, silent space-time, unspeakable loneliness surrounded him. Those so-called big pictures shouldn't have been for a fourteen-year-old child like him to think about, but what could he do? The headmaster who could shelter him from the wind and rain had already been frozen there.

There is a self-evident fact that even if Harry timidly chooses to hide behind everyone, someone will always stand up and lead the righteous forces to fight the Death Eaters; but another obvious situation is that Harry is now the person who understands all conspiracies most deeply, and after the hype of the Triwizard Tournament, he is also the most popular person among wizards.

"I'm still too young, there's no need to consider these things." Harry paced restlessly, and suddenly he turned around and walked back. "But who can lead everyone fairly while believing in me?"

"But after all, I am a student. I can't really lead everyone organizationally. I can only be a flag." Harry sat down and sighed. "Who can I count on? Count on someone who can be absolutely trusted, who won't have reservations when dealing with Death Eaters or the Soviet Union, and can accurately understand the contradictions between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, understand the game between Britain and the Soviet Union, and set up plans on this basis."

"That's not all. He must also have enough ability to rely on his own wisdom to both wipe out the Death Eaters and withstand the Soviet Union's layout, maintaining Britain's deterrent power."

This is impossible. Countless names flashed through Harry's mind. He didn't think anyone could do this. Even if Deng Buliduo hadn't been frozen, he was deterring the Soviet Union by his own power rather than wisdom.

Harry decided to do something, but he didn't know how to do it. Just as he was racking his brains and thinking hard, he suddenly had an idea. Harry took out the Elder Wand, held it against his forehead, and whispered, "Superior wisdom is man's greatest treasure."

Then, some words became exceptionally clear in his mind: Barty Jr. said that Yanayev doesn't care who is black or white. In the eyes of foreigners, Deng Buliduo and Voldemort are both powerful wizards and can both become Britain's deterrent power; Voldemort made several Horcruxes, he is immortal, many people know this; but if Voldemort is definitively dead, his empire will immediately fall apart, and Lucius and Regulus will both be strong competitors for the next Dark Lord; Regulus doesn't exist, he is Sirius in disguise, he is one of our own.

Voldemort is now sealed in this space-time, but his Horcruxes are still outside, not destroyed... Just when Harry felt he had a clue, an ethereal female voice sounded, suddenly interrupting his thoughts.

"Nothing is not Heaven, nothing is not Fate, nothing is not God, nothing is not Origin. Since things are like this, how can people be otherwise? People can all be called Heaven, people can all be called God, people can all be fatally connected to the Origin..."

This was a spell Harry had never heard before, and, compared to other secret spells, this spell was not long, and it was finished very quickly.

Then, the originally dead silent mist began to surge. Almost in the blink of an eye, Harry saw Zhang Qiu's figure. She was floating in the air, wearing a goose-yellow qipao with black patterns, covering half her face with a fan, but Harry could recognize that this was her, not anyone or anything else.

Zhang Qiu's whole body was emitting golden light ribbons like silk, very similar to Barty Jr.'s response to the ritual, but those light ribbons were much more and much brighter than his. A hint of a smile appeared on the half of her face that was exposed, and then she stretched out her empty right hand toward Harry. That hand was as white as jade, soft and smooth, and felt warm in his palm.

Harry grasped her hand. He suddenly realized that these golden streamers were actually time energy so rich that it was visible. At this moment, he saw many illusions flashing by...

He saw Voldemort's face growing on the back of Quirrell's head, hissing at him; he saw himself holding the Sword of Gryffindor facing the Basilisk alone; he saw Sirius riding Buckbeak flying through the air; he saw himself and Voldemort shooting spells at each other; the next second, Voldemort fled in front of Deng Buliduo.

But at the same time, he also saw Deng Buliduo hit by the Killing Curse, falling from the tower of Hogwarts; saw Sirius falling into the Veil in the Department of Mysteries; saw Lupin falling among the ruins; saw Snape clutching his bleeding throat; saw George sobbing and choking while holding Fred's body.

"Hoo, ha." Harry gasped loudly. When he came back to his senses from the illusions, it seemed as if he was still in the tower, but those frozen figures were all gone, and only a corpse lay quietly on the ground. Harry looked over, and his heart almost stopped instantly. It was Zhang Qiu wearing the Ravenclaw school uniform.

"Don't be afraid, Harry," said Zhang Qiu, who was half-covering her face with a fan while wearing a qipao. "This is my Yang Spirit."

"What?" Harry's heart seemed to return to his stomach.

"The Orthodox Descent of the Divine Alliance Talisman, it summoned a massive amount of time energy. My physical body cannot bear it, so I can only guide them by way of out-of-body soul." Her tone was exceptionally flat, even ethereal. Harry suddenly remembered that this was the tone of ghosts. "The will of time is fate. It constructed this image for me, making my soul almost solidify. Just now I pulled you back, but there is too much energy, far from being used up, and it has been dissipating..."

"Can't Deng Buliduo also be pulled back?" Harry couldn't help but say.

"He has already been frozen. If pulled back, he will die," Zhang Qiu said without sorrow or joy. "Fate will not let him die at this point in time."

"What were the illusions I just saw? Is it the original trajectory of fate?" Harry guessed the answer himself. "Are you okay? Do you want to go back into your body?"

"Time has been frozen, fate does not exist. I have seen countless futures. You can save everyone, Harry," she said. "But if you are not careful, you will also kill everyone. You can ask Him for help, you are the Child of Fate."

Harry blinked. He couldn't understand this kind of riddle at all and could only not take it to heart.

"I gave you hints through the time rift, helping my past self hide in the painting in advance, repairing the tower destroyed by the TARDIS, all were very laborious, but still just a drop in the bucket. The rushing river suddenly froze, and all the kinetic energy was pulled into my body by the Orthodox Descent of the Divine Alliance Talisman, inexhaustible and unfailing." Harry heard anxiety in her tone. "Out-of-body soul cannot last too long, and I am already a bit tired. I may be in a coma for one to two months after I go back. You need to protect my body well. Yes, dragging your companion's corpse back to school, this is also part of fate."

"I must seal this energy. I need a container, whether it's our bodies or that painting, these are all too small. I can only guide the energy into that frozen space-time, and the only entrance and exit is the Chronos Moment. Only it still maintains a connection with there." She pointed into the void, and Harry's wand suddenly flew out of his hand. Then, Zhang Qiu moved the fan covering her face.

From her collar and cuffs, three golden torrents appeared, converging toward the Chronos Moment. At the same time, countless identical golden torrents appeared out of thin air and merged into her body.

Harry stood so close to the place where time energy was exchanged and gathered, looking directly at Zhang Qiu's Yang Spirit. He began to see illusions again. Those scenes made him overwhelmed. Some had happened, some had not, and some were simply impossible.

I don't know how long it had been, or perhaps it hadn't been long at all, the golden torrent disappeared. For a moment, Zhang Qiu's soul became naked, but before Harry could see clearly, she had already swooshed back into her body.

Harry leaned over and checked Zhang Qiu's body. Her breathing was even, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were naturally closed. There shouldn't be any major problems.

"Who is that? What happened here?" a voice questioned sternly. "How many more tricks are you going to play?"

Harry looked in the direction of the sound. Renata was gripping her wand tightly, standing at the entrance of the collapsed corridor.

Her clothes were tattered, and there were many wounds on her body. Her posture was still overbearing, but it could be seen that she was a bit weak, just holding on.

"First it was the mysterious voice tricking me out, then it was the big explosion," she said angrily. "What's even more hateful is that you actually sent an old man to attack me personally."

"But I won't admit defeat easily. You certainly solved the last level with some evil means," Renata said proudly. "But I also knocked down that old thing and appeared on the top of the tower in time."

"Come on, I guessed long ago that there would be a battle between us," Renata drew her wand and pointed directly at the Triwizard Tournament trophy.

Harry took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. Just right, he was a bit angry at this moment. Renata knew nothing about Yanayev's careful layout. She was just a self-righteous middle school student, adding chaos everywhere.

At this moment, he touched two wands. He hesitated for a moment, but still pulled out his own holly wand. But this wand seemed to have become different. The Chronos Moment had completely become a part of its tail, and there was no longer white fine sand flowing inside, but always a wisp of golden time energy, emitting a trace of warmth.

"You got one thing wrong," just as the two were confronting each other, an old voice suddenly sounded. "That old thing wasn't knocked down by you, but he let you win on purpose because he was afraid you would get hurt."

"Because, if I hurt anyone else, I really wouldn't have the face to see him for this last time." At the corner, an old man Harry didn't know walked out slowly.