The Changes Anton Brought to This World

Just how powerful was the "Traces of Time" spell? Even Anton wasn't sure. He had only just figured it out.

Perhaps Voldemort knew more about it than he did.

Old Voldy gazed at the bathtub Sirius had destroyed with a Blasting Curse and the potion inside it, his expression complicated. It was as if someone had cast a Restoration Charm on them, returning them to their original state by turning back time.

A Restoration Charm wasn't万能.

The bathtub and the potion inside it could be restored, but the magic of the Resurrection Ritual that had been destroyed couldn't be brought back with a Restoration Charm.

Yet in Anton's time loop, it had somehow mysteriously reappeared before Voldemort.

"It involves Time Magic!"

Voldemort murmured, sighing as he walked over to the tub. He pulled off his Wizarding Robes and climbed in.

He didn't want to be affected by the magic later, dragged backward and hauled back into the tub by some invisible force. That would be utterly undignified.

I'm still not strong enough!

Old Voldy folded his hands over his stomach and lay quietly in the potion, the thought echoing in his mind for a long time.

The part of him that had grown complacent about making no further progress because he was strong enough to stand against his beloved professor, Dumbledore, had stirred to life once more.

It seemed...

Ever since his student days, when he invented the Flight Charm and learned the Horcrux magic created by the ancient Dark Wizard "Herpo the Foul," his path in magic had stalled for a very long time.

For decades, hadn't it?

After graduation, he had gone to great lengths to find the most famous treasures and turn them into Horcruxes for the sake of appearances. But there had been no need for