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Chapter 1146: Falling from the sky
🕑 Added 2024-06-20 16:47:32 +0000 UTCImagine this scene, tens of thousands of books whizzing and circling above your head, like a tornado made up of countless books.
Faced with this terrible scene, Delphi had no idea what to do and curled up under the desk.
She watched Evan jump and dodge flexibly from book to book, stagnating and being smashed out and sent flying by a book.
She quickly waved her wand to help Evan fend off the books.
Evan struggled to climb out of the pile of books, which had hit him and hurt him.
In front of him, Professor Trelawney's ghostly figure appeared in mid-air.
Her hoarse voice emerged amidst the sound of countless books whizzing and colliding. This was a new instruction:
I am the creature you have not seen.
I am you. I am me. The echo unforeseen.
Sometimes in front, sometimes behind,
A constant companion, for we are entwined.
The answer to this riddle was shadow. Evan saw a book titled Shadows and Spirits, but he didn't think it was the right book.
From the beginning, all the hints given by Trelawney were wrong.
"Fake, maybe that's Hermione's plan!" Evan suddenly had such an idea.
Yes, he should have thought of it earlier. In Hermione's eyes, Professor Trelawney was a complete fraud.
Everything she said and all her predictions were unreliable, and the same was true here.
She deliberately lured Evan or other intruders to flip through the book My Eyes and How to See Past Them, which provided all wrong information.
Following the book's instructions would only lead them step by step into the traps Hermione had set.
The magic book they were truly seeking wasn't among them; it might even be something contrary to Divination, to convey Hermione's thoughts.
"It's Arithmancy. What we need to find is a book on Arithmancy."
Following this line of thought, the more Evan thought about it, the more it made sense. This was what Hermione wanted to express.
"Divination is absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class.” He remembered Hermione saying this the year Sirius escaped.
Besides, Hermione had told Evan more than once that Arithmancy was her favorite subject.
Therefore, the book he needed to find was related to Arithmancy, not the misleading book on Divination.
Only someone who truly understood Hermione could find the correct magic book, which was a magic designed specifically for him.
Evan looked up, looking for Numerology and Grammatica, and he found it at the highest point.
Whether Hermione did it intentionally or not, that book had been floating at the highest point, close to the ceiling.
If he used magic, Evan could get the book in a second, but right now he was a cat...
A cat could do many things, as Evan's past experiences had proven multiple times. It could act cute, hide its tracks, and even lure girls to bed, reaching unexpected places. If the other party was also a cat, then there could be a wonderful experience...
But Evan now faced the difficulty of jumping twenty feet high to get a magic book, while also carefully dodging other flying magic books that were attacking him. Could a cat manage this?
He turned and waved at Delphi, who looked utterly bewildered, having no idea what Evan was planning.
If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, she might have thought Evan was simply being cute, and he was indeed quite adorable...
"Totally unreliable," Evan took a deep breath and jumped onto the bookshelf next to him.
A book came whizzing towards him, and Evan leapt onto it.
Using too much force, he landed heavily, and a pile of books came crashing down on him.
"Come again!"
Whether it was due to Evan’s natural talent for jumping, athletics, and climbing, or because cats were inherently good at these things, after three more attempts, Evan, under Delphi's wide-eyed gaze, stepped on books and bookshelves to jump up near the ceiling.
He pounced on the book Numerology and Grammatica, and the chaos and noise stopped immediately.
It was this book. Hermione's spell was broken, and Evan returned to his original form.
The pages of the book opened automatically, revealing a Time-Turner in the middle that was glowing with a faint light.
"I can't believe you found it, Evan!" Delphi crawled out from under the desk and asked happily, "How did you do it? We..."
Before she could finish her words, she was astonished to see Evan enveloped in a pale blue glow.
Something that looked like a pocket watch floated out of his pocket and merged with the Time-Turner in front of him.
The two emitted a soft blue glow, and the surrounding scenery became blurred.
Evan seemed to see the door of the office open from the outside, and his future self walked in with Hermione, both laughing.
The next second, he disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a damaged magic book and a mess...
Just like when he had arrived, Evan found himself back in the thick clouds.
His body was flying quickly, very fast, but this time he was flying backwards.
Time seemed to pass in a second, yet it also felt like a turn of time. Just when Evan was reaching his limit, everything began to refocus, and he realized he was indeed flying—no, he was falling from the sky.
This was the normal timeline. At this moment, the spot in the Ministry of Magic was empty, with nothing there.
Below, Dumbledore and Voldemort were fighting, and Sirius, Harry and Bellatrix were also fighting.
The five were locked in a fierce battle, at a critical moment.
Evan had no idea how they ended up in the hall, but Bellatrix was clearly no match for Sirius and Harry. Her defeat was only a matter of time, but the crucial battle was between Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Evan saw Dumbledore controlling golden flames, which spun and shot towards Voldemort, trying to devour him.
Voldemort waved his wand, and the flames jumped violently and became more vigorous.
He walked into the flames head-on without dodging or evading, which did not cause him any harm. Voldemort showed a cold smile on his face.
The next second, a terrible venomous snake flew out of the flames and pounced on Dumbledore.
At the same time, a green light shot out from Voldemort's wand towards Dumbledore.
Fawkes the Phoenix swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless.
Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement — the snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air, but it was not over. Voldemort obviously learned from the experience of the last battle in Norway and deliberately used the same move.
He seemed to guess that Dumbledore would use the same counter, and the smile on his face became more obvious.
The venomous snake that should have disappeared began to split in the air, turning into countless venomous snakes, and they pounced on Dumbledore at the same time.
Voldemort also pointed his wand at Dumbledore. This time there was no phoenix to save him!
Seeing this, Evan had no time to think. He waved his wand, and the dissipating golden flames reformed in front of him, growing larger and hotter. Using the momentum from his fall, Evan hurled the flames, along with himself, towards Voldemort.
Voldemort was taken aback by this unexpected attack.
He did not continue to attack Dumbledore, but raised his head to look at the suddenly appearing Evan. His crimson eyes, narrowed to slits, widened in surprise as he focused on Evan and the bright flames. He swiftly adjusted his wand's direction, preparing to defend against the magic that fell from the sky...
