"Mabel——————"
A sharp and clear voice of a little girl pierced through the clouds, cutting through the darkness, and vibrating in everyone's eardrums.
The chaotic battlefield fell silent for a moment, and then the Obscurus vanished from its spot, a gale of black wind rushed towards them.
Vid quickly pulled Hayley down from the windowsill, dragging her to lean against the wall, waving his magic wand to cast several Iron Armor Spells.
The next second, a thick black mist seeped through the window, rapidly contracting and fading away, finally forming a thin silhouette.
Pale-faced Mabel looked at the girl, incredulously calling her name—
"Hai...Hayley?"
"Mabel!"
Hayley cheered and leapt into her arms.
The two of them hugged tightly, their faces wearing a dreamlike expression.
Hayley: "I was so scared you were hurt!"
Mabel: "I heard you were dead!"
Their voices overlapped, sounding as though spoken by one person.
Vid couldn't help but laugh.
Mabel glanced at him, gratefully saying, "It was you who saved her, wasn't it? Thank you."
Vid thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No... The one who truly saved Hayley was you... and secondly, Madam Pomfrey."
When he and Mabel arrived, it was actually too late to save anyone.
The reason Hayley could be saved was because Vid reversed his time; and the reason he did so was that Mabel had spawned an Obscurus.
Fundamentally, it was actually Mabel who used her own future in exchange for Hayley's survival.
Mabel didn't understand but didn't press on, only held the little girl closely, having regained her.
The Obscurus suddenly disappeared, and the wizards amidst the ruins fell into bewilderment and tension, still maintaining a defensive formation, afraid the Obscurus might suddenly launch an attack from the shadows.
Standing alone at a high point, Dumbledore looked into the distance and suddenly vanished from his spot.
Then, he appeared in the surgery room.
Seeing the two girls talking and embracing over there, Dumbledore also breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as he said, "Looks like your plan was a success."
"Thankfully, everything went smoothly," Vid said gratefully.
"Technically, as the person who resolved this matter, you should be downstairs now, receiving everyone's praise and cheers. Perhaps your photo might even be on the front page of the next issue of Prophet Daily..."
Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Vid urgently waved his hand, "No, please don't mention my name, just pretend I was never here."
Compared to empty praises and titles, Vid still felt that the Time Turner was his true love.
Just think, today on this island, how many of the Ministry of Magic's prohibitions did he violate... Any one of them could give the Ministry of Magic an excuse to reclaim the Time Turner.
Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh and said, "That's also my thought—at your age, too much attention is not a good thing for you. Today's honors might become tomorrow's reasons for others to criticize you."
"So, Professor Snape will escort you back to school, and I will cover the traces of the Time Turner's use. Do not tell anyone what you saw here today."
Vid's expression grew serious, nodding as he said, "I understand."
He knew the headmaster was not trying to hide or strip him of his credit but to protect him—the organization capable of such actions would surely retaliate and strike back fiercely.
He asked, "Then, Miss Skeeter and those children in the dungeon..."
"Don't worry, someone will handle it," Dumbledore said. "After this incident, Miss Skeeter's trouble can be thoroughly resolved."
With a flick of his magic wand, a silver Phoenix suddenly flew off.
Soon, Professor Snape, stumbling slightly, appeared at the door with a sullen face. He greeted the headmaster, grabbed Vid's shoulder, and Apparated, the two of them appearing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest in an instant.
"Wow——"
Nearby, a tremendous cheer erupted from the Quidditch Pitch.