Chapter 1553

The time converter is still that time converter. It has been hanging on Delphi's chest, and the golden thin chain is still shining with delicate luster.

If you look at the outer ring side of the fixed hourglass rotor, you can still see the words "Delphi McLean" engraved by Marca not long ago. After more than ten years of rubbing, the scratches on them have even lost their original edges and corners, and the letters have obviously become much softer.

It can be said that it is the proof that Maka challenges the rules of time in order to change her fate, and it is also her greatest interpretation of Maka's deep feelings for her "father".

Today, there are few time converters left in the world, and the one in Makato's palm is probably the most significant one.

At present, holding it in her hand, Maka only feels heavy, because it carries too many people's destiny and future after all.

"What should I do?"

Even though Maka has experienced many time and space trips, it is actually because of this that he understands the difficulties.

Not to mention the physical loss, it is extremely difficult to find a way out of thousands of possibilities.

And most importantly, this time, the difficulties he will face are really extraordinary.

Luna's death... Delphi's death... The plan for Haier bo... The attack of the army of corpses... Everything is closely intertwined. It's impossible to pick a thread from this mess.

What's more, even if he tried his best to get Luna and Delphi out of the dead, what's the next time? What about next time?

If we don't completely solve this nightmare cycle, repeated intervention will only make the future more unknown - if we just pull the entangled thread, it will only make it more and more tight.

Well, in fact, the mess is so tight now that it is doubtful whether it has been tied with a knot.

"What's the problem...?"

Maka didn't take the time converter off Delphi's neck. He just gently held each other's gradually cold body, tightly held the hourglass pendant and her hand, and silently looked for the answer.

Pictures from his memory kept flying in his mind, starting with Wu's plan to deal with halbo, the fierce battle with halbo at Hogwarts, and then to resist the march of the army of living corpses, the transfer of fog to Canterbury, halbo's loss and anger, Harry's serious injury, Luna and Delphi's death

The plan was obviously not complicated. Maka just took advantage of Haier Bo's arrogance after getting the devil's body and attracted him by the fact that he was defeated by the army of living corpses.

Perhaps the biggest problem in this plan is that with Maka's current strength and every effort, Haier Bo can only suffer a great loss, but it can't finish the battle.

However, according to Maka's original idea of making this plan, in fact, he never thought of eliminating Haier Bo through this plan.

What he wants is just to delay for one day, because there is another major event that now brooks no delay.

"Well, tomorrow night is the time for the meteorite to fall to Hogwarts."

Suddenly, Maka looked up at the sky, but immediately shook her head.

The plan to set aside this day for himself can be said to be on the verge of success, but the price Maka paid for it was too high for him to bear.

"It's not time to think about this. In short... We have to find out what's wrong with you first."

Not long after, Marka lowered her head again, looked at Delphi's face, who had already closed her eyes, and whispered.

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The breeze flows gently in the streets of spiral Town, stirring the green tree crowns along the road; The afternoon sun shines through the long and swinging branches and leaves, leaving a little shaking light spot on Maka who quietly appears here.

Obviously, the corpses outside are marching, and a large number of wizards are dying every minute in order to resist the enemy. But in this underground town that has not been attacked by the enemy, the beautiful environment still shows a sense of nature and leisure.

Perhaps this is the so-called "calm before the storm"!

"... April, I went to the hall of the new Ministry of magic just now. I overheard... The situation on the front line seems bad! The enemy is too strong, our team is insufficient, and the front line has collapsed several times!"

Just opposite the tree where Maka is located, some young wizards are gathering in another shade. Because Maka always remained invisible, even if the two sides were separated by only one roadway, they were not aware that there were others here to listen in silently.

"It's all right, it'll be all right! We also have Mr. McLean - what's more, it's said that there were many powerful wizards among Mr. McLean's classmates! For example... By the way, the 'immortal boy'! He has gone to the front with Gryffindor's sword!"

"Yes! And miss Hermione Granger, it is said that..."

The young wizards gathered together to discuss with each other the front-line war situation overheard from the hall of the Ministry of magic, and what combat forces we had worth mentioning. Maka just listened casually, because it helped him recheck the time point he traced back.

When Maka overheard that the other party began to discuss whether to call volunteers to help the defense front, he suddenly nodded.

"Oh, these should be the members who support Hermione's volunteer team?"

Before long, those young people probably had almost decided to try according to the contents of the discussion, so after assigning their respective tasks, they scattered in a crowd.

Instead of paying attention to their actions, Maka raised her head slightly, tilted her body and looked at the second floor window of the next house.

It can be seen that at this time, Delphi did not rush to help after learning of the collapse of the front line, but lay on the edge of the window and gradually showed a disappointed expression on his pretty face while watching the group of "aspiring youth" leave in a hurry.

Yes, in fact, when Maka first found Delphi, she had reconfirmed the fact that the magic wave in Delphi was as weak as a firefly at this time point and could be extinguished at any time.

"Sorry, Dad..."

Just as Marca looked at Delphi's bloodless face and observed carefully, he heard Delphi upstairs suddenly whisper:

"I may never help you again."