## Chapter 392: Reversing Time
"You protect her this time. I need to leave for a bit."
"Okay."
The Magic Golem's voice was incredibly childlike, like two young kids, devoid of worry or anger. Its calm, docile tone made Wade feel a little more at ease.
The place was too dark, too oppressive. Even though it had been cleaned, the smell of blood seemed to be everywhere, involuntarily reminding him of the tragic fates of those children.
After leaving the ward, Wade hadn't run far when he saw a large hole in the floor ahead.
*BOOM—*
Outside the window, a building collapsed. The ghostly Obscurus floated and swayed in the air for a moment before suddenly vanishing.
Wade grit his teeth, pulled out his Flying Broomstick again, mounted it, pushed off the ground, and soared into the air, then swiftly flew through the window.
He needed to find Dumbledore as soon as possible.
Collapsed cars… fallen buildings… and soldiers screaming as they were engulfed by the Obscurus…
"Help me—!"
A soldier, who had been hiding somewhere, suddenly jumped out, desperately fleeing and reaching out to Wade flying overhead.
Wade ignored him, flying directly over his head.
Dark mist immediately swallowed the soldier.
Moments later, a boot flew out and smashed onto the marble floor nearby.
The mass of dark mist, originally the size of a calf, had expanded dozens of times, with rolling black smoke sweeping through the base, interspersed with fleeting flashes of red light.
Buildings were constantly being destroyed, and rubble became part of the mist, striking the screaming, fleeing people like bullets.
Suddenly, a mass of black mist was violently dispersed, creating a vacuum-like space in the center. Wade's eyes lit up.
He finally saw Dumbledore.
The old man had stopped fighting the island's guards—the soldiers were fending for themselves, some yelling and firing their guns at the black mist, others had already dropped their weapons and turned to run.
Dumbledore held his Wand, his brows furrowed as he watched the destructive Obscurus.
He was likely the Wizard who understood the Obscurus best and had the most experience fighting it in the world. Even he found this dark creature troublesome at the moment.
The Obscurus was a very special creature; even if the mist was shattered, as long as a tiny piece remained, the Obscurus could revive.
Only when its host, the Obscurial, died would the Obscurus completely perish with it.
There was another way to separate the Obscurus from its host and preserve it in a magical energy field.
But that was too difficult… only Scamander had ever succeeded, and that was under extremely rare circumstances.
Dumbledore was observing and deliberating when he suddenly heard a whoosh—Wade, riding his broom, descended from the sky and landed beside him.
"Professor!"
"Wade, are you hurt?" Dumbledore asked, looking at him with concern.
"Huh?"
Wade paused, then wiped his hand across himself, only to realize he was splattered with a lot of blood.
It was from earlier, when Mabel tore that man apart; the spattered blood had gotten on him.
"This isn't my blood, it's Mabel's… oh, Mabel is a girl I met in the dungeon, she's the Obscurus's host…"
Wade quickly explained what had happened earlier.
Rescuing someone from the dungeon, rushing to the laboratory, the dark dealings on the island, Mabel's abnormal state, and the little girl he saw after they separated…
He spent two minutes quickly recounting his previous experiences, then said:
"The one who saved that girl must have been me—I can feel Magic from her. But to save her, I think I might need your help…"
A Time-Turner could turn back time, but even after turning back, Wade wouldn't instantly apparate to where he was before; he would still be on the island.
At that time, he and Dumbledore hadn't yet landed on the island, and the island not only had a large number of soldiers but also a strong magnetic field against Wizards.
If Wade were alone, dealing with these would be very difficult. But if Dumbledore was with him, it wouldn't be a problem.
However, after hearing Wade's idea, Dumbledore shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Wade, I cannot use the Time-Turner with you."
Dumbledore said gently, "To prevent misuse, the Time-Turners the Ministry of Magic lends to you all have many restrictive Spells on them, including a restriction on age."
"Adults cannot use the Time-Turner you hold—including me."
Wade was a little disappointed, but not too surprised. He just clutched the Time-Turner and asked, "What should I do, sir?"
"You need to return to Hogwarts, obtain the Potions sufficient to save that girl, and then come back to this place—so you will also need a Portkey."
Dumbledore pulled a golden key from his pocket and whispered, "Portus!"
The golden key vibrated, as if trying to break free from the Headmaster's hand and fly off, emitting a strange blue light, then gradually stilled, returning to its original appearance.
He handed the key to Wade, saying, "The Portkey will activate in ten minutes. After returning to Hogwarts, you will have twenty minutes to prepare what you need, and then it will take you back to this island."
"Saving that girl and using the bond between them to bring the Obscurus back into its host is a good idea. Once the Obscurial calms down, the Obscurus will also quiet."
"But if you can't save her, don't be disheartened—there are always things we can't do."
"One more thing you must remember—after time reversal, you cannot change anything that has already happened. Anything you do can only bring about the reality you observed before reversing time."
Wade clutched the key and nodded forcefully.
Dumbledore waved his Wand, clearing the unseen blood and dust from Wade's clothes, then smiled and said, "Good luck, Wade."
"I'll be back soon, sir."
Wade mounted his Flying Broomstick again and soared into the sky.
The island's entire defense system had completely collapsed after being doubly destroyed by Dumbledore and the Obscurus. Because of this, Wade could now fly wherever he pleased.
Flying high, Wade saw that the beautiful white building had been reduced to ruins. A helicopter lay on the ground, broken in two, its fuselage engulfed in roaring flames.
The island's already fragile ecosystem must have suffered a severe blow, and it was uncertain if it could recover.
The dungeon's location was relatively remote, so it likely hadn't been affected yet…
As Wade thought this, he noticed a cliff slanting out along the coast, with a stretch of reefs below it. It was both hidden and quiet, and there were no cameras or anything similar installed nearby.
He lowered his Flying Broomstick and flew straight down, landing on a relatively flat reef.
The grayish-black rock was washed by the sea, damp and slick, covered with slippery moss, and the air was filled with a fishy smell.
Wade carefully steadied himself, checked the time, then put away his broom, took out his Time-Turner, and turned it back one full rotation.
He didn't need to reverse time too far, because earlier, he and Dumbledore were still en route to the island. At that time, the island's defenses were at their strongest, with intermittent magnetic fields that were very unfriendly to Wizards like him.
The familiar kaleidoscope scene quickly passed. Wade's vision blurred—the cliff was still the same cliff, the rock still as slick, but the surrounding light had changed slightly.
Most importantly, there was suddenly another person in front of Wade!
It was a soldier, hiding in this dangerous spot, secretly smoking.
Under the influence of some white substance, he was in a light, airy state, lying on the rock, staring at the sky with a dazed, silly grin.
Even in this state, he could still notice someone suddenly appearing beside him.
The soldier stared at Wade in astonishment, then seemed to think Wade was a hallucination and grinned foolishly again:
"Hahaha… why didn't you turn into a pretty girl? Oh well, this works too…"
The soldier swayed as he stood up, took two steps, then suddenly slipped and fell off the rock.
The dark, deep sea swallowed him with a gulp.
Wade glanced down, gripping the key.
Suddenly, it felt as if a hook yanked sharply behind his navel, pulling him into the air. He couldn't tell up from down, left from right, only that he was constantly flying forward—
With a "thud," Wade landed on the ground. He braced himself with his hand on the ground, then quickly stood up.
"Whoosh—"
The rain poured down, soaking him completely.
A few Bowtruckles, sheltering under leaves from the rain, were startled by Wade's sudden appearance. They quickly scurried to higher positions in the trees, then cautiously poked their heads out, observing him.
Thunder rumbled across the sky, lightning briefly illuminated the surroundings, then quickly faded into darkness.
Wade wiped the water from his face, cast a Spell to block the rain, and stood up. He found himself near the maze, where Dumbledore had sent him.
This place was now like a magical amusement park. Sometimes, through the hedgerows, he could still hear the screams and laughter of the students inside.
Wade suddenly realized that because the gap between his Magic level and that of regular students was now so vast, he hadn't entered the maze in a long time.
However, the maze was very quiet today, while the Quidditch Pitch was incredibly noisy.
Wade suddenly realized that the Gryffindor and Slytherin match hadn't ended yet—probably because of the weather, it was difficult for both Seekers to spot the Golden Snitch, which was why they had been playing since morning.
He only had twenty minutes.
Wade didn't waste any time. He rode his broom straight through a window into the Hospital Wing, startling Madam Pomfrey, who was treating a student for a cold.
"Wade Gray? You should come in through the door…"
Madam Pomfrey nearly dropped the Potions bottle on the student's head. She angrily scolded him, but when she saw Wade's expression, her voice trailed off.
Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtain around the hospital bed, quickly walked over to Wade, and then asked in a low voice, "What happened, child?"
"Madam Pomfrey, if someone's heart and kidneys were removed, and they also lost a lot of blood, and then the organs were returned in a very short time—how can that person be saved?"
Wade said, "I need Potions that can treat such injuries."
Hearing such an odd question, Madam Pomfrey didn't get angry. Instead, she looked closely at Wade's eyes again, then asked, "Where is the patient?"
"In the future." Wade said, "The situation I'm describing hasn't happened yet."
"You're not joking with me, are you, child?" Madam Pomfrey frowned and asked, "Are you serious?"
"I am very serious." Wade took out the golden key Dumbledore had given him and said, "I am here on Dumbledore's behalf."
Seeing the key, Madam Pomfrey's expression changed again.
"Such terrible injuries cannot be solved with a few bottles of Potions. What you need is me!"
She decisively untied her apron and tossed it aside. With a flick of her Wand, the shelves of Potions, various gleaming instruments, and all the bottles and jars in the corner flew up, clattering onto a stand, finally transforming into a small, portable case.
The student in the hospital bed had just drunk a Potion, and smoke was rising from their head.
Curiously, she pulled back a corner of the bed curtain to peek at the two people talking outside.
"Oh, and Severus has a few bottles of treasured Blood-Replenishing Potion, Potions brewed from Basilisk blood. He's always been reluctant to use them, but now's the time."
Madam Pomfrey said, flicking her Wand again. A shimmering object flew out through the window.
"Alright, I've sent him a message. Once Severus brings the Potions, we'll leave."
Madam Pomfrey said briskly.
Wade was so stunned by her swiftness that he could barely speak.
"Did Dumbledore have any other instructions?" Madam Pomfrey asked again.
Wade shook his head and said, "No."
"When are we leaving?"
"About thirteen minutes."
"What kind of situation did you encounter?"
Wade hesitated, then remembered that Dumbledore hadn't said this needed to be kept secret. Most importantly, with so many children killed, it would likely be impossible to hide anyway.
So he quickly and concisely recounted his earlier discoveries.
Although Wade didn't describe all the gruesome details he had witnessed, just the words "organ trafficking" were enough for Madam Pomfrey to make sufficiently vivid connections.
"Evil, despicable scum! How dare they… how dare they treat children like this…"
Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale with rage, her nostrils flaring, and her eyes seemed to spit fire, startling Snape, who had arrived in the rain.
He was about to refuse, but now he was a bit afraid to speak. After a moment of deliberation, he tentatively said,
"Poppy, I don't have many bottles of the Potion you want myself. I can give you one… how about two? Honestly, using such precious Potions on these troublesome brats is really unnecessary… such a waste…"
Professor Snape's voice grew softer and softer, then he noticed Wade standing nearby and was startled again.
"What happened?" he asked.
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