"So, what happened?"
When Harry woke up again, he was already in Mr. Mccoy's infirmary.
There was a pile of gifts beside the bedside table.
The scene was somewhat familiar.
It seemed to have happened more than once or twice.
Scali and Mulde, who came to visit Harry, were also in the infirmary.
They described what happened next to Harry.
However, to be honest, they could not quite understand what happened. "... Martha Rose was screaming, and you were holding her down.
We only saw a lot of strange black monsters, probably what you call Dementors, pouring out of her mouth.
Then they got into your scar.
But there were too many of them.
We all thought that you couldn't withstand such a terrible attack, and then Snape broke the barrier you set up with a spell, and used magic to disperse the Dementors... "
Harry's eyes lit up, and he sat up and asked, "Was it the Divine Protector? It must be the Divine Protector! "
Mulder hesitated for a moment before replying, "Perhaps. We only saw a silver, very beautiful deer …"
"Male or female?" Harry asked.
Seeing Mulde's blank face, he asked again.
"Is that deer a male or a female? Did it have horns on its head? "
This made things difficult for him.
Mulde looked at Scali for help. "I don't remember."
Scali also shook her head. The scene at that time was too horrible.
They wished they could forget all these things.
They would not remember these details.
Harry could only listen to Mulde slowly talk about how Snape used the Forgetting Spell to deal with the aftermath.
After the two agents left, Mccoy, who seemed to have been sitting next door drinking, came out. He held Harry down and drew a tube of blood from him. Harry was scared and cried out in pain. "What are you doing?!"
Mccoy shrugged and laughed casually. "The reason you took up my bed is anemia. We have to do the whole thing, right?"
The reason for anemia was publicized by Professor X. Anyway, almost everyone knew the truth. Those who did not know, such as Hermione, could roughly guess. However, Harry still left the impression of being weak and sickly in the minds of most people. This made the fighting kids in the academy a lot more cautious. Even Pietro paid attention to whether there was a Harry walking on the side of the road when he ran.
Harry did not realize this. He took advantage of this "anemia" to apply for a two-day holiday from Professor X. He laid in bed and slept for a day and a half before the unbearable headache subsided. Brain Blockade seemed to be useless against this kind of pain, but Harry had found a way to deal with it. First, he imagined the scar as a small box, then he put all the negative emotions in it, locked it tightly, and threw it into the sea of memory, never to let it float again.
So when he woke up in the afternoon, Harry felt much better. He turned around and saw that Neville was not in the dormitory. He should have gone to class. Harry got up and planned to take a bath. Before entering the bathroom, he touched the double-sided mirror under his pillow and tapped it three times. The mirror lit up, and in the mirror was... a reckless fish swimming past.
Harry was a little confused. He turned on the water and asked, "Is this your new Animagus?"
After a few swings, Kamia's face appeared in the mirror. Harry saw that she had used the Head Immersion Spell, and there were water plants floating in the background. "You are..."
Kamia answered directly, "This is the Black Lake." Her voice was a little muffled, but her expression was a little serious. The female professor seemed to be talking to Harry while diving. "If you are here to tell me about the Dementors, I already know. You are too reckless, former Gryffindor. "
Harry knew that she was talking about him taking the initiative to devour the Dementors, but he still defended himself. "I can't watch Masaros get killed."
Kamia did not comment. She just pointed out, "If you can't resist this wave, Masaros won't be the only one who will die."
"... I hate tram problems." Harry sat in the bathtub and watched Kamia use her magic wand to push aside a clump of water plants. He asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Kamia attached the double-sided mirror to her backpack. Harry could only look at the water and listen to her slowly explain. "Do you still remember, a long time ago, you mentioned something to me? About the disappearance of the mermaid... "
Ah, Harry remembered. About the mystery of the mermaid's disappearance, and...
"And the phone that can be connected in Hogwarts, and the radio that can be listened to." Kamia directly said what Harry was thinking. "I thought about it, and I still feel that these strange things are some kind of omen. To be more precise, they are bad omens. I asked Dumbledore about this, but he didn't give me a definite answer. He just suggested that I go to Godric Valley to find someone... "
"Who?" Harry was a little sensitive about Godric Valley.
The water on the other side paused for a moment, and then Kamia's calm voice was heard. "You know him, the author of the History of Magic, Bashida." The water continued to move steadily. "To be honest, the old lady's temper is not good. She made me suffer a lot. It took me three days to get her to listen to my intentions, and she pestered me for seven days before she gave me the information I wanted to know..."
Hearing Kamia's tendency to keep him in suspense, Harry hurriedly said, "I don't have that much time to waste with you!"
Kamia's tone seemed to be indignant, but she continued, "Bashida actually just threw me a copy of The History of Magic. After I squatted at her door and read it, she asked me if I understood it. I said I understood it. She said, then get out of here. I said, what? She said, then read it again... "
Harry was almost confused by this string of "I said" and "she said." On the other side, Kamia read The History of Magic again. "Bashida asked me if I understood it. I said, I didn't understand it. She said again, then read it again... In the end, I read that lousy book ten times, and Bashida still asked me if I understood it. I was so angry, so angry that I tore up The History of Magic and threw it down the chimney of her house. The old woman stood in the yard and looked at me with a sneer. She was still talking slowly, but the idiot couldn't understand it... "
"What does she mean?" Harry was intrigued to read The History of Magic again.
"It means..." Kamia seemed to smile bitterly. "I was riding on the roof of Bashida's house when I suddenly understood what she meant. Harry, you should be quite familiar with the History of Magic. Now, quickly recall it. Do you have any special feelings? "
Recalling the History of Magic... It was not difficult for Harry, but he did not understand what Kamia meant.
Kamia was still somewhat emotional. "From the beginning of Merlin's era, to the establishment of the Hogwarts by the four giants, to the confrontation between Dumbledore and Gryffindor, to the rise of Voldemort... Harry, recall the powerful artifacts and magic you know. Which era did they come from?"
Harry was tongue-tied for a moment. He roughly understood what Kamia meant. "You mean, magic is declining?"
Kamia said concisely, "I mean, it's getting worse with each generation."
"... It means the same thing." Harry pondered for a moment. "I've never lived past 1997, so I can't compare my generation to Dumbledore's. But as far as we know, I'm afraid that even my generation's heyday can't compare to Dumbledore's heyday." Perhaps the wizards of Harry's generation, the most outstanding Hermione and Drac, could only reach the level of Snape. And Snape had invented the extremely lethal Shadowless Divine Blade when he was in school.
"Magic is declining..." Kamia confirmed Harry's judgment and continued in a steady voice. "This is the truth that Bashida wanted to tell me. After I thought it through, I understood why the mermaids disappeared. This group of sensitive and cunning people had a premonition of the impending crisis... and the migration of centaurs, the chaotic star map, and... "
Kamia arrived at the underwater destination. The empty cave was within her expectations. "The missing octopus."
"Then, what about the phone and radio?" Harry felt that he had guessed the reason, but he still needed Kamia's confirmation.
After strengthening the Bubble Head Spell for herself, Kamia swam upstream. Harry saw a series of bubbles. "If I were to explain, I would say that this is a sign of the destruction of magic. The mythical era of Merlin and King Arthur has passed, and the legendary era of the Four Great Masters is far away. Now, even the legendary era of the light wizards and the Black Devil is fading away. In the current magic world, there are not many exciting stories. There is no greatness, no nobility, not even classic evil. How can magic not decline? It originally came from an insatiable imagination and an eternally burning soul. It was the wizards who first became mediocre, and then magic gradually weakened. The natural barrier of the magic world against the outside world gradually disappeared. "
When Harry first saw Kronos crawling by the window to look for a signal, he definitely did not think so much.
"Maybe... it's a good thing to open a channel between the wizards and the Muggles?" Harry hesitated.
"Not now." Kamia finally swam to the shore. Xenophilius was waiting on the shore and immediately handed her a towel. Kameya wiped her dripping hair with one hand and held a double-sided mirror with the other. "In almost all fantasy adventure stories, it is the outlanders who break into the Wonderland and the Kingdom of Oz. Have you ever thought about why? The magic world is naturally opposed to the real world. Magic power is the root of fantasy. It can only grow on the soil of the surreal world. The invasion of reality will only lead it to extinction. Maybe it's feasible for wizards to travel between the two places, but it's definitely not time for the magic world to be open to the outside world. "
"But, the barrier is gradually disappearing..." Harry found that the water in the bathtub had become cold.
"Dumbledore's knights and I are trying to figure out a way to deal with this." Kamia said. "And you, your current priority is to make sure that you don't die. After all, 1994 is not far away."
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