bookbashuk Chapter 245 Savior? I don't do it
Chapter 245 Savior? I don't do it
Amber didn't answer, went straight to the seat, poured himself a cup of strong black tea, held it in the palm of his hand, and thought carefully.
When he saw that the present Voldemort had also returned to the past, he knew this was a big deal.
As the Dark Lord, Voldemort's strength and power are beyond doubt.
The reason why the entire magical world can present the surface of happiness and happiness is because Voldemort has not completely died, but he has lost his physical body.
In this way, he, who was unable to cast magic, was greatly reduced in danger, which gave Dumbledore and others time to make arrangements calmly.
But right now, Voldemort didn't know how to return to the past.
He took over a body that he was most familiar with, a body that had just graduated, was full of vigor, and was full of infinite possibilities.
In this way, no one knows how strong a young Tom Riddle, with the knowledge and wisdom of Voldemort, will make waves?
Thinking of this, Amber couldn't help but look up and look at everyone present.
Everyone was staring at Amber closely, and there was a look of anticipation in their eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, everyone, I believe you have all seen the memory, and if you have anything to say, you can say it directly. 35
Being stared at by everyone like this made Amber feel uncomfortable all of a sudden.
None of these guys are good people.
Obviously everyone has read it in their memory, and now they have to pretend to be ignorant, waiting for Amber to speak.
Amber doesn't fall for this, whoever likes to say, a young and strong Voldemort he doesn't want to touch at all.
Seeing that Amber was also silent, Dumbledore and Nicola May looked at each other, coughed and said:
"In fact Amber, each of us only sees the village. 35
Amber raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore's words.
He didn't believe what the old bee said at all, that Dumbledore couldn't do anything in order to deceive himself to help him.
"It's true, Amber, all we can see is the figure at the door of the village."
Feeling Dumbledore's questioning emotions, Nick Lemay next to him also opened his mouth to testify.
"After seeing that figure, all we see is a vast expanse of white. 99
"Time is a very wonderful thing. Even the rolling torrent of time in memory is enough to affect the perception of each of us."
This is the concept of alchemy, and when it comes to his profession, Nick Lemay gushed.
"We don't know what happened after that. From the figure in the white mist, we can judge that it should be Tom Riddle when he was young. 99
"But what happened after that, what inhuman torture did that Auror endure? We don't know.
Nick Lemay's words made Amber ponder.
Although he didn't know if it was a group of old guys who were cheating on himself, Amber didn't dare to gamble.
Voldemort's return to the past is a major event that is enough to cause the entire magical world to shake.
So he opened his mouth immediately, and introduced the scenes that happened after that to everyone in detail.
"Perhaps, you look at my memory?"
Seeing the contemplative expressions on everyone's faces, Amber tentatively proposed.
"No need Amber, if I guess right, we can't see your memory either.
Seeing that Amber had pulled out the memory and put it into the Pensieve, Snape, who was beside him, volunteered to put his head into the memory.
After a while, he pulled out his head and shook his head to the crowd, then turned around and leaned against the wall to regain his footing.
"How is this going?'
Watching Snape's actions, Amber frowned.
Snape was clearly not the type to actively cooperate with Dumbledore.
There is a high probability that this memory is indeed a boundless white fog in their eyes.
"We have a little guess, just a little guess, Amber.
It was Nick Lemay who spoke first.
It is no exaggeration to say that in this office. Just a few Nick Lemay is well-informed and knowledgeable.
"I've got two guesses, first, maybe because of some special bond between you and Voldemort during that battle late last year. 35
As he spoke, Nick Lemay stretched out his hand and used magic power to roughly outline Voldemort's immortal magic circle in mid-air.
"Such a magic circle points directly to the soul. You destroyed this magic circle with your own hands. At the level of magic literature and alchemy, you have already been inextricably linked with Voldemort."
Speaking of this, Nick Lemay looked at Amber, at this time he no longer had the cynicism before, but completely showed the face of a wise elder who had lived more than 600 years.
"You are also accomplished in alchemy, and you should understand what I mean. 99
Amber nodded and said nothing.
"Perhaps because of the connection, so, Voldemort, which we can't see, you can see.
Nick Lemay stretched out his hand, erased the magic rune in the air, and made a firm conclusion.
"This is the first possibility.
Amber sighed deeply.
"The second possibility, is it time?
"you know?"
Everyone hummed and looked at Amber in unison.
Amber nodded and took out Slytherin's pocket watch from the dragon skin pocket at his waist.
On the pocket watch, the little silver snake was still spitting out letters in a bored manner, loyal and dedicated, fulfilling its obligation to indicate the time.
"As early as when I got this pocket watch, I had some doubts that that person would not give me an ordinary pocket watch for no reason."
"Then, Professor Nicole's words clarified my conjecture.
This pocket watch does involve time, and as the owner of this pocket watch, I naturally have a relationship with the most mysterious realm of time.
Closing his pocket watch, Amber looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.
He didn't care about Voldemort.
Horizontal and vertical 2.0 Voldemort has nothing to do with himself now, which is something Dumbledore should worry about.
He wondered if Slytherin had left this pocket watch for himself in advance, if he had already thought of this scene today.
In other words, it simply came from the inspiration of the self who went back to the past.
Amber hated the feeling that everything was being controlled by an invisible hand.
Forced to hold oneself, galloped away towards the established direction.
Looking at Amber in a daze, Dumbledore took off his glasses and spoke slowly.
"Amber, if you don't mind..."
"I really mind, Professor.
Amber stood up and glanced at everyone present.
"Voldemort is not my job, whoever likes to do it, farewell.