Is it certain about the United Kingdom? At least the report in this newspaper is quite detailed and vivid.
Especially the photos on it, which further confirm that the report is not mere fiction.
Turning the page, there's another photo — the woman in it looks like a mature version of Vivi, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, exuding an aura that seems to break through the sky.
"Is this another me?" Vivi said with interest, taking the newspaper. "Hmm, she doesn't seem like a positive character, but speaking of which, why did things develop this way?"
Yeah, why is that?
"Perhaps it's because, in that timeline, the Potters were not killed by Voldemort." Mr. Leme said with arms crossed, "Thus, Harry didn't travel back a hundred years to become friends with Miss Grindelwald... and apparently the Miss Grindelwald in that timeline is much more dangerous than Gellert Grindelwald, so... it resulted in what we see in the newspaper."
"Then why do we still remember what happened before?" Pabi asked suspiciously, "Including knowing Harry, the days at Hogwarts..."
"That's because of the uniqueness of this Alchemy Room, Miss Swedding," Mr. Leme explained with a smile, "It has some mysterious little patterns that can temporarily shield the effects brought by timeline changes..."
"So that's how it is..." Pabi nodded knowingly, this time truly comprehending, rather than half-understanding.
"But..." Vivi's attention was clearly elsewhere: "You see, by logic, shouldn't the me in this timeline be over a hundred and ten years old by now? But why does she still look so young?"
This question was indeed a good one, and left everyone stumped.
"You really focus on strange things, Grindelwald." Cassandra curled her lip, but her eyes were fixed on that photo, seemingly interested in the question too.
"It seems like the Vivi in this timeline is really amazing," Pabi said with a face full of admiration. "Magic Empress, that title sounds so imposing... But why did you invade Europe in this timeline?"
"In fact, her ultimate goal is to unify the entire world," Lady Perenelle tilted her head to glance at Vivi. "It should be mentioned that this little house cannot hold out for long, if it ends up being merged with this timeline, then you all will disappear..."
Lady Perenelle's words erased the last trace of wishful thinking among those present.
"So," Pabi suddenly asked, "how should we correct this mismatched timeline? What should we do?"
Upon hearing Pabi's question, the entire room fell into silence.
How to correct the timeline?
It's simple, just send James and Lily back to their original timeline.
But...
"Looks like we have to go back," James said lightly, extending his arm and placing it around his wife's shoulder. "If I'm guessing correctly, we not only need to go back, but also die under Voldemort's magic spell as originally intended, ensuring that Harry can travel back a hundred years and become friends with Miss Grindelwald, bringing her back here too... forming a closed loop of the timeline, right?"
"No!" Little Sirius stood up abruptly, speaking vehemently, "I will never allow you to just go back like this—"
"Listen to me, Little Sirius," James said with a smile, "This is our fate, something we should do—though we still must meet death, it's already very satisfying compared to us in the original world... At least we know Voldemort will ultimately fail, and our son has also become a hero, even a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago..."
At this, James winked at Harry.
"Yes, my son is even greater than me, with three outstanding girls willing to give everything for him..."
Harry's eyes turned red.
He felt a lump in his throat, as if something was scratching inside, very painful.
But he couldn't find a good way to make his parents stay.
"But we can defeat that Grindelwald together..."
Little Sirius wanted to say more, but James's hand rested on his shoulder, his voice gentle yet firm and strong.
"We don't belong here, Little Sirius," he said. "Lily and I won't let the entire world bear such consequences just because we can live a few more days; that's not what we want..."
Little Sirius panted, painfully supporting his head with his hand.
"Banban," Lily said softly, "Thank you for everything you've done for us, for Harry, but this is something we must complete."
"At least have a meal before you leave." Lupin suggested from the back, "Mr. Leme also just said, this little house will last for a while, why not wait and leave after having a meal together."
Lupin's suggestion received unanimous approval from those present.
There's really no need to rush back so soon, at least have a meal first.
"I'll go prepare dinner," Lily said warmly, "Harry hasn't tasted my cooking yet..."
Harry sniffled, nodding vigorously.
Little Sirius volunteered to follow and help Lily out—something he often did before, though Lily preferred to call it making a mess rather than helping.
Before long, he was chased out of the kitchen by Lily.
"Haha..." Little Sirius, chased out of the kitchen, looked a bit embarrassed, still trying to save face: "Lily doesn't actually need my help..."