In what seemed like no more than the blink of an eye, Harry's feet were back on the solid floor of the Room of Requirement.
His face was covered in blood, his expression still dazed, and his body had been bound tightly.
Ron and Hermione lay on the ground, tears of lingering fright still on their faces, their mouths hanging open.
A few steps away, the young Professor Breen was also looking at him with a bewildered expression.
Amosta saw the blood on Harry's face and the Time-Turner hanging around his neck, which had belonged to Delphi only moments ago.
"What happened?"
Frowning, Amosta looked at Harry, whose wounds were still steadily bleeding, and asked suspiciously, "You defeated Delphi and took her Time-Turner. How did you manage all that? You were tied up, and you didn't even have a wand."
At this moment, the anger in Harry's gaze toward Professor Breen had vanished. Reverence once more surged up from his green eyes.
Harry opened his mouth, yet had no idea how to describe everything he had just witnessed.
"Someone helped you?"
Amosta raised his brows.
After hesitating, Harry nodded.
"Who?"
Amosta pressed.
But Harry still did not speak. He merely glanced uncertainly at Hermione before shifting his gaze back to the young Professor Breen.
Amosta suddenly gave a derisive laugh. As relief washed over him, he understood.
Wasn't it easy to guess?
There were two things that could be certain about the timeline.
First, just as he had suspected.
He had not died in the so-called Battle of Hogwarts at all. Delphi had merely been exploiting the information gap, bullying these three Gryffindor House students because she knew more about the future than they did.
Second, the reason Delphi had been able to travel through time again and again was