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Chapter 327: Time Reversal
Michael pondered, then slowly began to understand.
“He’s so tall— even a Fire Dragon would find him impressive… But he can’t possibly think everyone else sees him that way, can he? Right? He couldn’t, could he?”
Wade considered for a moment, then said gently, “Why don’t you guess?”
Michael thought of the bite-sized Strange Beasts’ Strange Books in his backpack, and suddenly the pumpkin pie in his hand lost all its appeal.
Wade watched the eager, expectant students with quiet sympathy.
Almost every student who’d participated in the Maze Challenge had witnessed Hagrid’s legendary moment— one massive slap sending a giant insect flying, then plucking a trapped student from peril between two fingers by the collar.
To those who’d been rescued, that brutal scene had felt like a radiant hero descending from the heavens.
So now, many students genuinely looked forward to Hagrid’s class— never imagining that Hagrid wouldn’t just swat a spider aside, but might actually make them walk around all semester with exploding toadstools in their pockets.
Wade had already learned much about Magical Creatures from Steven Mor. If it weren’t for the Time-Turner, he wouldn’t have hesitated to enroll in Hagrid’s Care of Magical Creatures class.
Divination and Muggle Studies weren’t on Wade’s wish list either.
But now…
Wade thought, I’ll just have to see if I can get Hagrid to teach something actually useful… Or maybe skipping class is a better choice.
…
After dinner, the students— exhausted from a full day on the train— returned to the Common Room, too tired even for idle chatter. They said goodnight and headed straight to their dormitories.
The dorms had already been immaculately cleaned by the House-elves.
Even though Ravenclaw Tower stood high in the storm-lashed night, the rooms were warm and cozy.
Wade’s suitcase had arrived earlier, neatly unpacked and organized. His clothes lay folded on the bed, his backpack neatly placed on the desk. A pot of steaming hot water sat on the table, and slippers waited by the door, laid out on the carpet.
Wade suppressed his excitement, quickly washed up, then sat at the desk and pulled out the Time-Turner.
Golden magical runes unfurled across his vision, intricate and vast— smaller than a thumb, yet the hourglass at its center displayed a complexity far beyond a DNA helix. Every surface shimmered with faint golden light, interweaving with the other magical artifacts in the room like layered holographic projections.
Wade held his breath, awestruck by the spectacle.
This kind of magic— so grand, so profound— couldn’t possibly be contained within a single spell.
Staring at the mysterious hourglass at the center, Wade made up his mind. He slipped the golden chain around his neck, gripped the dial, and turned it once.
Instantly, a blur of colors and shapes swept past him— as if plunging into the legendary time tunnel. The ticking of a clock echoed in his ears, deafening, overwhelming.
Beyond that, nothing else could be heard.
But Wade didn’t care. He strained his eyes, desperately scanning the shifting lights and shadows— and in the chaos, he thought he glimpsed something… different.
A moment later, his body swayed. The world shifted.
Zoe, the House-elf, was in the middle of hanging clothes. She spun around at the sound, her eyes wide with astonishment.
“Wade Gray just appeared! Why is he in the dormitory? He should be in the Great Hall, eating…”
Zoe’s murmured confusion died in her throat when she saw the Time-Turner in Wade’s hand.
“Oh! It’s Mr. Wade Gray from the future,” she said, bowing deeply. “Mr. Gray has chosen every course offered. Only the most outstanding student at Hogwarts would make such a decision… Few inside this castle devote so much effort to learning. Mr. Gray is truly remarkable.”
“Thank you, Zoe,” Wade said, then gripped the dial again— this time determined to catch that elusive difference.
When he steadied himself, the room was empty. The air was damp, cold.
Wade grunted, pressing his hands over his eyes. A searing pain flared— as if he’d rubbed them raw after slicing onions. Tears welled up uncontrollably.
“Quickly, restore… heal completely…”
He pointed his wand at his eyes, repeating the spell several times before the pain eased.
He stepped to the mirror. His eyes were red, swollen— like they’d been flooded with blood.
Clearly, he couldn’t keep investigating the magical residue of time reversal.
Still, Wade knew he had plenty of time ahead. But to avoid meeting his future self, he grabbed his essentials, cast a Disguise Charm, and left the dormitory for the Room of Requirement.
The Room held most of the testing equipment he needed— magical tools and Muggle instruments alike. The Muggle devices were purely mechanical: an optical microscope, for instance. No electronic microscopes or plasma mass spectrometers.
Wade tried several magical tests. The Time-Turner remained as silent and still as a chicken— no reaction at all.
It was shielded by a powerful anti-spell.
Then he tried a Muggle approach. First, he placed the Time-Turner under the microscope, used a Luminous Charm to provide even lighting, and slowly turned the focus knob, adjusting with care.
The image sharpened. Wade tapped the screen with his wand, projecting the tiny view onto the wall.
The golden chain. The circular metal frame. Nothing special— just ordinary materials, the runes simple and regular.
But the hourglass…
And the pale, granular sand inside— like finely crushed sugar.
Wade studied it closely. Then, suddenly, a thought struck him.
He pulled out a small vial of gold powder he’d collected recently from Professor Mor and the exhibition site. He placed it under the microscope too.
The gold powder contained tiny specks of white material— not quite the same shape or size as the sand in the hourglass. But Wade remembered: under another kind of vision, their magical patterns had looked remarkably similar.
A memory flashed— the moment he’d touched the gold powder. His blood had slowed. His mind had blurred.
Time had seemed to slow. Reactions grew sluggish. As if he’d slipped behind an invisible barrier between himself and reality.
He placed the gold powder and the hourglass side by side, then forced himself to open that alternate vision again— watching the two patterns, alike yet subtly different.
But… how could that be?
Those patterns… they were from a magic so rare, so forbidden, that even few wizards knew of it— the magic of the Werewolf.
Wade wrapped the golden chain around his wrist, staring at the delicate white sand inside the hourglass. His eyes darkened, deep in thought.
(End of Chapter)
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