The Wizard had many wards in place to guard his tower.
So when the figure appeared in his bedroom, either his wards were imperfect, which obviously was impossible, or this being was extremely powerful.
The figure looked around until the saw The Wizard, and extended a hand out.
"Me! I mean, You! But you're Me! From the past! What's the date?"
The Wizard raised an eyebrow.
"7th of Winterfall, 1422."
The figure froze.
"1422? Did you misspeak?"
"No. It's 1422."
"But... I went forward? How? And why don't you remember this?"
"Oh I do." The Wizard said, casting Localised Firebolt.
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