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Chapter 368 Time Shards
"This is of great significance to the study of the entire Hall of Time, Mr. Forrest."

Bloom said seriously.

"It is because of the failure of countless experiments like William's in history that we now have research on time magic."

"Like before the Time Converter was made, no wizard ever thought that future magic would be able to hold things like time in our own hands, even if it has huge risks."

"Although [William's time form] itself has not successfully realized the mimicry of time, it also has its unique function."

"If the gold part representing the past is facing up and the silver part representing the future is facing down, then the person using the hourglass will see what happened before where he is now."

Sherlock was taken by Bloom's words.

"So nothing will happen to the silver part on it?"

"No, it will also allow users to see the future." The fat man smiled mysteriously.

This is actually a concept of looking at time from another perspective. Sherlock has seen the [William's Time Form] with his own eyes, and he can figure out what the so-called seeing the future means by simply thinking about it.

After all, time is a perception of human beings, and for a living person, every second he is experiencing is equivalent to the future of the previous second to the previous second.

The falling silver "sand" means that people's future is being consumed.

Regarding this, Sherlock couldn't help but have another question.

"If you can see the past by turning the hourglass upside down, isn't it of great help to the work of the Auror Command? Why didn't the Ministry of Magic give it to the Aurors for use? Instead, it was placed in the Hall of Time like this?"

His question made Kingsley look a little embarrassed, but Bloom still answered seriously.

"Because even if it is a failure, it is still a masterpiece worthy of every silent person in the Hall of Time for the research of the Hall of Time. It will definitely play a greater role in our research than in the hands of the Aurors. .”

"And the most critical point is that when the hourglass is inverted, the past of the scene is uncertain, it may be a few minutes ago, or it may be hundreds of years ago."

Just listening to this thing, Sherlock felt that it was very unreliable.

After fully understanding [William's time form], he asked the core question with a solemn face.

"You just said that the golden "sand" in the hourglass was actually an important material for making time converters?"

"That's right, it's just that the production process of the Time Converter has been lost. The main reason is that no one knows how this golden thing called [Time Shards] is collected."

Of course Sherlock didn't want to know how this thing was obtained, he asked seriously.

"What I want to know is, if the [time debris] you mentioned is inhaled into the human body, is it still possible to be taken out?"

This question made the expression on Bloom's face a little stunned.

He blinked his small eyes, as if he had been sure of Sherlock's words for a long time before speaking.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Forrest, I don't know about this either. Because in the records of the Hall of Time, there has never been a precedent for this kind of thing to happen, not once. [Time crumbs] itself repels the human body of."

Sherlock fell silent.

The situation was urgent in the time hall, and neither he nor Eddie noticed the state of the little girl named Amy at that time.

Up to now, no one can figure out why, [Time Shards], which has never been a problem in [William's Time Form], will fly into Amy's eyes inexplicably.

At this moment, the scene in the tea bureau became a little cold.

Sherlock sighed in his heart, just when he was about to thank Bloom and was about to find a way through other channels.

The chubby wizard suddenly continued.

"Uh, although I don't quite know why you ask this question, Mr. Forrest, but even if I don't know the reason, others may know some."

"When I entered the Hall of Time and started working, the mentor who led my research was a descendant of William Matthew. If it was her, she might know something about what you want to know."

Sherlock was instantly refreshed.

Even if Bloom couldn't answer the reason, he still provided Sherlock with a new channel.

What directly caused Silk's eye problems was the hourglass made by the wizard named William Matthew.

The wizard who lived in the seventeenth century is definitely gone now, but seeing his descendants might be of some help.

Sherlock said immediately.

"If you have nothing else to do today, then we can go to your mentor now. I wonder if it's convenient for her to go there?"

Bloom, who hadn't expected Sherlock to be so eager, nodded.

"I have no problem. My tutor is now retired at home. Apart from drinking tea and planting flowers, she basically spends her free time every day. If you want to visit her today, I can write her a letter in advance. Say."

"Thank you so much, Mel."

"It's just a matter of raising your hand, as long as you can help Mr. Forrest."

Having said that, this tea party is over.

Naturally, Kingsley didn't need to do anything later, he went straight back to the Ministry of Magic, and there were still things waiting for him to deal with in the Auror Command.

And after Bloom rented an owl from Diagon Alley and wrote a letter to his mentor, explaining the time of visit, he took Sherlock to use apparition together and came to an old town in the suburbs of London. house.

"My mentor, because he is relatively old, and usually stays at home to study time magic, so his temper is a bit weird."

Before the official visit, Bloom gave Sherlock an early warning.

Sherlock nodded.

"I came to ask for help, I will lower my profile."

With that said, the two had already walked to the door.

Bloom knocked lightly on the old wooden door, and then a strange eye appeared on the door.

After a blink of an eye, a glance at Bloom and then at Sherlock, the wooden door opened by itself.

The yard behind the door is not big, but it is full of flowers and plants, and there is a terrace in the middle of the garden.

A very old witch in a violet robe without a wizard hat was sitting on a recliner, holding a cup of tea in her hand and looking at Sherlock and the others who came in.

"It's a rare day when little Mel will take the initiative to come to see me. But this trip must not be a simple visit, right?"

(End of this chapter)