"That guy is still too worthless, he only delayed you for such a short ti." Malfoy was standing in front of an ancient and complex machine.
It was indeed the Big Ben that Ian brought to this world.
A divine artifact that could reverse ti.
At this mont.
The machine had already been activated.
Shining with the light that can cross ti, "Malfoy" had half a foot already stepped into it. He could go in at any ti, which might be why he was still calm and unhurried.
"So, you are here, fooling everyone... from the start, you never intended to plot so resurrection, right?" Ian gazed at the boy before him, looking sowhat unpleasant.
Yes.
He had already seen through the plan of the diary soul, but obviously, he had seen through it too late — the thing this guy had been plotting from the very beginning was different from the remnant soul within Harry’s body.
What failed sneak attack.
What sudden betrayal.
These were all re illusions.
Who else knows themselves better than oneself?
The remnant soul of the diary knew very well that the other remnant soul, acting alone, would definitely plot revival.
Therefore.
It propelled all of this.
One thing that the diary soul did not lie about was that he indeed did not want to provoke the three most powerful wizards in the school, so when the other two weren’t in the school, he used "himself" to attract Ian’s attention.
And the thought of the diary soul had always been for this very mont, to allow the other remnant soul to attract attention, thereby luring away Ian, who now was the only threat to his plan.
This was Ian’s deduction.
And now Malfoy’s response also confird this point.
"Very smart, extrely smart, this is the reason I don’t want to be your enemy, you’re too strong, without any weaknesses, I must ensure you cannot interfere with my actions." This "Malfoy" didn’t deny Ian’s words but rather sighed with admiration, candidly admitting his plan.
The remnant soul Voldemort created late in his life, probably wasn’t aware of it until his death. The young Riddle, through his actions, proved that Voldemort indeed possessed extraordinary wisdom and plotting during his early years.
"You want to travel through ti, go back to the past?" Ian looked at the settings on the Big Ben and couldn’t quite understand why the diary soul made such a big effort to carry out this operation.
And "Malfoy" seed to have seen through Ian’s doubts.
"Another , the one born right before Voldemort was about to die, he’s too foolish to think that reviving here would let him escape the grip of the God of Death."
"I really can’t imagine this would be the thought the future would have... The God of Death is everywhere, one might escape it once, but the God of Death can descend more than once."
"We carry Voldemort’s note on us, and no matter how, it is impossible to escape the ending of that contract. Reviving as an independent entity? That’s just self-deception." Standing in front of Big Ben, "Malfoy" chuckled softly, very disdainfully talking about his other self.
"What contract? What exactly happened to all of you?"
At this ti, Ian was really trying to stall, baffled by what kind of deal Voldemort had made causing each soul artifact to betray its original self.
And facing the little wizard’s asking.
"That doesn’t matter anymore."
With a smiling face, "Malfoy" shrugged.
"Going back to before everything began, I will change all of this from the source, it won’t happen, and I... heh, I will prove I will live a clearer life than Voldemort."
After saying this.
With an evil smile on his lips, "Malfoy" waved to Ian.
"Kid, goodbye... no, perhaps there won’t be a goodbye." Having said that, "Malfoy" without hesitation stepped into the light of the ti machine as Ian raised his magic wand. His body was gradually enveloped by the dim blue light, seemingly about to be sucked into another ti space and completely disappear.
In the next mont.
The gears of Big Ben suddenly accelerated their rotation.
The clock face rippled with a halo-like light. Ian felt the ground beneath him slightly trembling, a strange force pervading the air causing small goosebumps across his skin.
"Ka-cha, ka-cha, ka-cha~"
The gears of Big Ben let out a piercing sound, as if mocking Ian’s helplessness. Watching the light of the ti passage fade away, Ian’s eyes flickered as he decisively made a decision.
"This is my machine! Freeloader? You’re looking for death!" Not being the first ti to travel through ti, Ian also plunged into the gradually disappearing light.
Instantly, everything around seed to be caught in an invisible vortex, light weaving like nimble threads, colors continuously changing, intertwining, as if telling stories from different ages.
The wind roared in his ears, the sound of the flood of ti rushing by, Ian felt his body becoming incredibly light, as if freeing from worldly restraints, swiftly traversing the endless river of ti. Ancient carriages and modern cars crossed paths, people dressed in attire from different eras overlapped in the void.
"Still such an uncomfortable experience." Various mixed sounds echoed in Ian’s ears, there were the roars of steam engines, the bells of carriages, and unknown electronic sounds.
"How many years have crossed?"
Ian was sowhat confused.
He previously went to the ti when Dumbledore was a young principal, it seed he didn’t spend so long within this mysterious passage, but now he seed trapped in this passage sohow.
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