It had only been ten days since the frightening battle at Quidditch, and Snape's potion was not done yet.
Lovegood and her husband had already woken up? Seeing that Snape had followed Dumbledore to the castle without saying a word,
Harry simply tore off his invisibility cloak and trotted after them.
In the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey, who was dutifully performing her duties, was examining Kamia's body without even changing out of her pajamas.
The latter's face was still a little pale, but her expression was calm, and the spells cast on her body were all a healthy white.
Madam Pomfrey was happy, but also surprised. "She's fine … I mean, she suddenly fell ill, and then she suddenly recovered."
This was a challenge to the female doctor's logically-oriented Ravenclaw brain.
But Xenophilius was only happy, and he carefully wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her.
However, Kamia frowned and then pushed him away. "You don't shave!"
"My lady, Xenophilius has been sleeping with you for more than ten days.
Where did he get the time to shave! "Doesn't your conscience hurt?! Madam Pomfrey shook her head with her hands on her hips. Seeing that Kamia was stunned for a moment, she turned around to prepare the nutrient potion for the couple.
Although their health was not bad, they had not eaten or drunk for more than ten days.
A silly smile on his face,
A furry beard on his face,
And deep dark circles under his eyes.
Looking at Xenophilius who had accompanied her through her illness, Kamia's conscience was a little ashamed, and then she took the initiative to take her husband's hand. Xenophilius smiled and used his other hand to tidy his wife's hair.
When Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore entered the door, they saw such a seemingly heartwarming scene.
Harry felt that his eyes were stinging, Snape was indifferent, and Dumbledore sighed. "Ah, it seems that Jiamei's blessing has taken effect …"
The word seemed to have stung Kamia. The female professor's hand trembled. She turned around and looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly. "What is' Jiamei's Blessing '?"
Without waiting for Dumbledore to explain, Luna appeared at the entrance of the Medical Wing with little Tommy in her arms. When she saw Xenophilius and Kamia awake, she immediately rushed over and leaned on them without saying a word. Madam Pomfrey, who was carrying a tray full of potions, quickly said, "Don't press on the patient!"
Well, Harry suspected that Madam Pomfrey had given Kamia and her husband a portion of all the nourishing potions.
Kamia stroked Luna's head while giving Xenophilius a look. However, the male wizard saw the tray of potions in front of him in the blink of an eye and could only express his helplessness.
Dumbledore asked Madam Pomfrey about Lovegood's condition, and she said, "They are all fine now, but … Abusi, this whole thing, and the 'blessing', shouldn't you be clearer?"
Dumbledore only shook his head, and then looked at the obviously dissatisfied Madam Pomfrey. "Let them rest first."
Snape, who was listening by the side, glanced at Dumbledore a few times, and seeing that he had nothing to do, he interjected. "Since it's over, I'll go back and dump that pot of potions." Harry quickly hugged Snape's thigh and stared at him with a fiery gaze. Don't, Professor. There are sorcerer's stones and a lot of messy nights in there!
Although Dumbledore did not know what a 'chaotic night' was, he quickly advised, "Severus, young man, don't be so wasteful … You'd better finish the potion. After all, it might be useful in the future."
"Hmph!" Snape shook his leg impatiently to shake Harry off, and then turned to leave. "What are you waiting for, Potter!"
Harry hesitantly glanced at Lovegood's family, then looked at Dumbledore who was deep in thought, and finally looked at Snape who was staring at him coldly, and followed Snape.
That night, Harry was enslaved by Snape to grind the venomous lizard's bones for two hours before he was released. It was almost one o 'clock when he returned to the union building, exhausted. It was two o' clock when he took a shower, and three o 'clock when he lay in bed. He pulled the blanket over himself and flipped through the class schedule. The first class tomorrow was Potions. Harry rolled his eyes and decided to sleep through the classes.
This time, it was already ten o 'clock in the morning when he closed his eyes. Harry slept comfortably and stretched … Uh, he seemed to have kicked something?
Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Harry found that there was someone sitting at the end of his bed! A woman!
"Yamate?!" Hugging the blanket and shrinking back, Harry stared at Kamia who was sitting at the end of the bed biting on her pipe. "What do you want?"
Kamia pretended to blow out a smoke ring (although there was no tobacco in her pipe) and whispered, "What can I do to you?" She glanced at Harry. "You haven't started to bleed yet, have you?"
Harry didn't want to wake up early in the morning to discuss his development with this woman, so he rubbed his temples and asked again, "So why are you looking for me?"
Kamia twirled the pipe in her hand, expressionless, and said in a cold voice, "Jiamei's Blessing. What is that?"
Sure enough, it was because of that. Harry felt his head hurt even more. "Dumbledore didn't say?"
"He only said that it was an ancient legendary spell. I don't believe him, so I want to hear your version."
"That's right. You trust me." Harry sighed and told Kamia about Arianna's past. When she heard the part about "treasure," Kamia blinked unnaturally.
"You said … Xie Nuo took the initiative to mention this' blessing '?" Kamia frowned and scratched Harry's bed sheet. "Then how did he know about this spell?"
Harry looked at Kamia's expression and finally let go of the blanket. He got up and took out a stack of things from the drawer and placed it in front of Kamia. "Let's talk about another question first. It's about 'Jiamei.'"
The first piece of paper was handed to Kamia. On it was a list of names with similar pronunciation but different pronunciation: Kamia, Kemal, Gamela, Kamia, Jiamei … Each name was followed by a series of book titles.
Harry paused and said, "This is the information about 'Jiamei' that we, Hermione and Jean, found. She exists in all kinds of stories, ignoring the difference of time and space. Of course, she should be like this. She comes from the collection of all space and time, a god from the Library of Babel. But … "Harry pointed at one of the lines." But 'Jiamei's Blessing' does exist. "
Looking up at Kamia who was still expressionless, Harry continued, "This bird named Jiamei, she is not Arianna's fantasy. She really appeared and left a story, and … left evidence of her existence."
Harry took out the second thing: an emerald blue tail feather. Then he whispered, "I walked into Arianna's portrait. The inside of the painting was bigger than the outside. It was a real memory. I met the green bird Jiamei there. She … she knew me and gave me this tail feather."
"Did she say anything?" Kamia asked.
"No." Harry shook his head. "She was very cold, and after I entered the portrait, the memory quickly began to be damaged. Arianna pushed me out, and I didn't even have time to ask a question …" Looking at Kamia, Harry asked slowly, "What happened in the Library of Babel?"
Kamia didn't speak, and she didn't even lift her eyelids. Harry had to sigh, and then he took out the third thing: a copy of the August 1980 issue of "Singing Different Tune."
"Kamia, if Jiamei appears in every corner of the world as a god, but Maya doesn't exist at all, isn't it weird? This setting is very strange. I wouldn't have imagined such a world. I mean, the previous 731 worlds were all based on my ideas, right? "Harry smiled." So something must have happened in the Library of Babel, such as … "
Opening the magazine and slowly turning to one of the articles, Harry whispered, "For example, 'Collapse!'"
Kamia's pupils shrank, which proved Harry's words. So, he continued, "Just before this world was rebooted, before you entered this world, and for reasons unknown to me, the Library of Babel collapsed, right?"
After a long silence, Kamia nodded with difficulty. Then, she raised her emotionless face and spat out ruthless words, "Yes."
Harry closed his eyes and sighed, "It has something to do with Maya, right?"
"… Yes."
Harry took a deep breath and looked up at Kamia again, "Kamia, Kamia, one more question, the last question …"
"… You don't have to ask." While the boy hesitated, Kamia twitched the corner of her mouth and interrupted him. Then, she picked up the magazine and read with a chuckle, "The bird that lost its voice is falling from the sky … Yes, your idea is right …"
"Kamia …" Harry wanted to stop Kamia.
"… I'm already dead." But he failed to stop her. Kamia threw down the magazine and looked at Harry with a chuckle, "The librarian you know is dead. She died on the night of the collapse of the Library of Babel."
Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. So, Kamia continued for him, "The moment she died, she was torn into countless pieces and thrown into this world. So, behind those similar names, there is a 'her' at the same time. She lives and dies in the entire space and time, just like … an echo." She smiled and picked up the beautiful feather, "So you see, Jia Mei the Bluebird is real, and so is the literature professor, but …"
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