Chapter 794 Unsolved Mysteries of Science

Perhaps in the Muggle scientific community in the future, such an unsolved scientific mystery will be circulated, and together with the legend of the Bermuda Triangle, it will become everyone's gossip.

But in the end, under the cover-up of people in the know, it turned into a rumor that sounds particularly outrageous.

——In the summer of 1994, a terrible event happened in New York. Everyone in this city experienced a terrible nightmare, feeling that they had withstood countless terrible nuclear bomb attacks.

Then someone will come out to refute the rumors - idiot! Believe it! I read the reports of the year, and it was a group of terrorists who attacked New York with explosives and blew up a chemical factory with a strong hallucinogenic agent!

But there is another group of people who will pretend to be gods and ghosts in the forum with certainty, leaving one or two ambiguous words-the secret of 1994, I am afraid I can't hide it!

So, what happened to this mysterious event in New York in 1994 that was destined to become popular in street stall literature?

Perhaps our client, Anton, knows the ins and outs of this strange event best.

At that time, his thinking reaction was so fast, and the surging thoughts on the "lake of mind" were running so smoothly, as if he had lost the definition of time. In just a moment, he thought about the countless consequences after the nuclear explosion and countermeasures.

Then at the same instant, he chose the most ingenious of them all.

Using the latest advances in his research, it represents the most cutting-edge research on his magic path - the trace of time.

Based on the operating principle of developing potions, relying on ritual magic, taking the changes in the fate of hundreds of millions of living beings affected by the explosion as the source of collective consciousness, and using its own understanding of the characteristics of "traces of time" and "faint but long and profound" The understanding between magic, and...

His, Anton, his will to not want so many people to die drives all this.

He didn't want to see so many people he cared about die, and he didn't want those people who could have survived to die because of his arrival.

He also didn't like that New York was destroyed by a nuclear bomb.

New York was destroyed, which is of course a joy to hear, but if under my nose, more people who died were those civilians who were struggling to live at the bottom of society, how could I not feel a little pity.

He's just a little crazy, not dehumanized.

As the gray-black mist of his avatar exploded with the explosion of the nuclear bomb, he felt himself being stretched to the extreme.

Along the wave of the explosion, it spread forward all the way.

He can see the tired father excitedly teasing the baby's little hand, he can see a young guy kneeling on the ground holding a ring and looking at the shy girl with burning eyes, and he can see two old people loving each other Sitting under the dim light and eating dim sum...

boom!

Everything turned into terrible smoke and dust, and continued to sweep away further away.

Destroyed the Statue of Liberty, swept a huge wave on the river, and continued to spread towards the city on the opposite bank.

Then there was a vacuum after the air was emptied, and after a suffocating reverberation, everything that had spread was destroyed again. Some houses collapsed and flattened instantly like soda cans under the tires of a car.

Then, black lines suddenly floated across the entire area.

These black lines seem to be stretched to a huge thread, covering the entire city.

These black threads surged with weak but huge magic power.

In just an instant, the explosion began to flow backwards!

The smoke and dust from the explosion began to retract. During the retraction process, the bombed houses returned from being broken to their original shape as if time had flown back. Human form, eventually reverting to the appearance of walking freely.

The speed of this backflow is extremely fast!

In just an instant, it collapsed back to its original point.

Shh~

Anton seemed to have heard such a strange sound. He shook his head and found that the Death Eater on a broomstick in the corner of his vision wobbled, hit the building next to him, and fell from the sky.

Everything went back to half a minute ago!

No, not simply going back in time!

Everyone's thoughts are normal!

"Gellert!" Dumbledore screamed, and flew towards Grindelwald, but stopped abruptly, and looked back in amazement, "Huh, what about the explosion?"

Grindelwald turned his head and looked at Anton, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He knew that after going through this incident, Dumbledore finally had the opportunity to stand in the same camp as him.

Simply not too wonderful!

But Voldemort didn't think so, he didn't think it was wonderful at all!

He is obviously resurrected!

He had clearly detonated that Muggle's most brutal invention, the nuclear bomb. He obviously killed them all!

"Back in time? Time-turner? I was brought back to the past?" Voldemort felt the nuclear bomb in the traceless stretching spell cast in the sleeve pocket of the wizard robe, and looked around again.

But he was shocked to find that everyone's performance was not like the state in the past time.

There were countless muggles screaming in terror under the ground, and the siren resounded throughout the city. Muggles swarmed out and ran towards the place to avoid the nuclear attack.

Those members of the Order of the Phoenix flew up from all corners of the city on broomsticks, looking around vigilantly.

Even on the nearby building, there were Muggles pointing at him floating in mid-air.

These people all have memories of being bombed just now!

"No, my dear professor, it's not going back in time." Anton raised his eyebrows at Voldemort, "I call this magic 'Traces of Time', it goes back not in time, but in events. How about it? It's fun Bar?"

What a dick!

Voldemort almost froze!

His eyes narrowed, and he waved his wizard robe again in disbelief. A huge 8-meter-long bomb appeared behind him, and he tapped lightly with the wand in his hand.

when~

"!!!" Voldemort blinked, and knocked again.

when~

"impossible!"

Anton shrugged, "It will explode in a few minutes, don't worry!"

"!!!" Voldemort stared at Anton with wide eyes, "What do you mean?"

Anton followed him very seriously and sincerely, "The explosion is inevitable. We are just repeating the explosion and the incident a few minutes before the explosion. It will keep repeating itself..."

He gestured to Voldemort very seriously, "It is a cycle, and only by constantly reversing and following the inertia of the development of human events can it maintain this interesting phenomenon."

"Interesting?" Lao Fu screamed, "Anton, you crazy!"

How smart is he to understand the effect of Anton's magic in an instant, that is to say, he will be trapped in this explosion, and it will go on and on forever?

Then……

He looked far away, looked at the huge clock tower in the center of the city, and suddenly found that the current time was already the time just after he detonated himself.

In other words, time is passing, but the nuclear explosion that appeared in New York will repeat itself endlessly!

And he will face death again and again?

There is great fear between life and death! Did he really think he could face death without fear? No, he, Voldemort, is the one who is most afraid of death, so he will study that extremely dangerous black magic Horcrux!

He didn't know why, but he felt his whole body start to shudder, a strange and heartfelt touch was hitting his soul, making him start to examine his greatest fear.

And after Anton finished speaking, he also looked surprised, "Hey, I want to answer your question for Mao?"