Harry laces his fingers together and taps his knuckles against his chin. Whatever it is he's trying to tell Perry, it's apparently one hell of a bombshell.
"I sorta met, well... myself. Only like, from the future? But he's not, because he didn't remember ever meeting him...self, so like, a future me from another universe."
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"I sorta met, well... myself. Only like, from the future? But he's not, because he didn't remember ever meeting him...self, so like, a future me from another universe."
OK, even he's confused now.