Black cloaks moved through the dense forest, rustling softly.
The clattering of bones rose and fell, and from afar, it strangely sounded like surging tides.
The Reincarnators of the Oceania Team advanced at an unhurried pace in a somewhat loose formation.
"Are we just leaving like this?"
The red-haired man with a pirate skull tattoo on his left arm walked at the rear of the group, looking somewhat listless. "Harry Potter was less than ten meters away from me just now. I was pretty confident I could've chopped him into pieces. Just think about it—the chance to directly change the entire history of magic was right in front of us."
"Kill Potter?"
The female warrior carrying a greatsword shot the red-haired man a look as if he were an idiot. "I'm afraid we'd suffer the backlash of this world's 'greater trend' before we ever saw the history of magic change..."
"Besides, Potter's life or death has nothing to do with us."
The young man in tactical glasses lowered his head and added rapidly, "Just as the captain said before, although we need to help Voldemort, that doesn't mean we're tied to his camp... We have an old saying in the East: a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. In Christian doctrine, 'repentance' is also one of the underlying principles rooted in all such literary works. In other words, the rewards we gain may be greater if we go from helping Voldemort to suddenly waking up and returning to the side of justice."
"If you really could kill Potter, what would you do afterward?"
The last member of the group, a girl with short brown hair, looked at the red-haired man with a cheerful smile.
The red-haired man spread his hands. "Then... then we pretend it was an