Harry was not surprised that Charles came to inquire about Ginny.
In fact, it made him feel that "what should come has finally come." What surprised Harry was the necklace.
He kept playing with its broken chain.
He wondered, "Why is it still here?"
"My bag is still there, but there is no magic attached to it. Is there anything special about this necklace? "Hermione asked.
"It appeared, which is a very special thing in itself. Min, if we could keep an item from the original world and bring it into the inner world, what would you choose? "Harry asked.
Hermione was stunned, then she lowered her voice and said, "The magic wand."
Harry wrapped the thin chain around his hand and nodded, "That's right.
If we could choose, I'm afraid we would keep the most important item for ourselves.
But we didn't see the magic wand in this world. Of course, we didn't see any traces of magic either.
Because... "
"Because the magic disappeared!" Hermione answered first.
Harry raised his eyelids slightly.
There was no denial.
Instead, he said, "... because this world doesn't change because of our will." He looked up at Hermione. "Because the setting of this world doesn't change because of us. Its operating code says: No magic, no superpower."
Hermione frowned. "Then why do you care so much about this necklace? Because it looks like a golden burglar? "
"No..." Harry shook his head slowly. "Because it's not just a necklace." He raised the small golden burglar.
"It's also the symbol of the secret Phoenix Knights."
"Secret Phoenix Knights..." Hermione repeated the mysterious words softly and looked at Harry faintly.
"So...
Now...
Can you explain everything to me? "
"Well..." Harry turned his eyes. "Min, do you like to read novels?"
"It's okay." Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Then, you must listen to the story told by JK Rowling."
They had left Jeff Swain's orphanage and were now sitting next to a roadside hot dog stand. It was neither dinner time nor supper time, so the hot dog stand's business was not very good. In addition to the two of them, there was only a big yellow dog that seemed to be tired of eating hot dogs. The stall owner was not in the mood for business. He was sitting in front of a small TV and watching a football game. He did not pay attention to the two children sitting far away by the flower bed, talking about earth-shattering things.
Harry spoke quickly, but he did not hold back. He started from the first war, to the Library of Babel, to Kamia, to Nihon and the prisoner of time... until the upheaval of Gotham and the horror of Halloween.
The hot dog in Hermione's hand had already fallen to the ground and was taken away by the dog. Her expression continued to change between "What are you talking about?" and "What the f * ck are you talking about?" Until Harry finished talking about what happened on Halloween, he paused and said, "Next, it's about the Inner World." Then, she adjusted her expression and stared at Harry. "Are you saying that we are all people in fictional stories?"
"Uh, you can't say that..." Harry was afraid of facing this kind of questioning, so he said in a very gentle voice, "It should be said that, using the Library of Babel as a reference, everything that exists in the past or the future is a story."
"No!" Hermione screamed sluggishly. Her voice was shrill. "That's not — immoral!"
The little witch pulled her hair so hard that the strands that had surrendered to her started to revolt. After a moment of incoherence, she grabbed Harry and asked, "So, you have experienced hundreds of repetitive lives?"
"Er … yes." The hot dog in Harry's hand fell to the ground. He squeezed a smile and said, "Well, it's not exactly repetitive. There are always some differences. Jia Mei will change the setting, and I will also make use of my own subjective initiative … The only similarity is the ending."
Hermione loosened her grip because of Harry's smile. Then she heard her best friend say softly, "Harry Potter has never lived past the age of twenty-seven."
That was the age when he died for the first time, and it was also the mark of the end of the story.
"That's pretty good." Harry smiled and shrugged. "He died at the same age as Jim Morrison and Côte Cobain."
Hermione gritted her teeth and cursed, which did not fit her image as a know-it-all. Then she hugged Harry and punched him twice on the back. "You — Potter!"
"Hey, hey, don't talk like Snape!" Harry pretended to vomit blood and laughed. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. "By the way, Min, there is actually one thing that has been repeated more than seven hundred times and has never changed."
Hermione let go of Harry and blinked away the tears in her eyes. "The thing that you have a crush on Professor Snape?"
"… You, Ron, and me, we are always the Iron Triangle." Harry felt that the emotional power of this sentence had been greatly reduced.
However, Hermione still shed tears. Harry quickly handed her a tissue.
After calming down for a while, Hermione still looked a little emotional. However, her rationality had returned. She began to interrogate Harry again. "So, you just said that in other worlds, someone has arranged a movie about us?"
Harry felt that it was good to understand it in terms of parallel universes. "Yes, there are also Marvel, DC, and even Sin City. There are movies."
"In our movies, the actors … Do they look like us?"
Hermione finally asked this question.
Harry took a deep breath and answered cautiously, "Some of them are similar, some of them aren't. I think Daniel — the actor who plays Harry Potter — is rougher than me since the third grade. Ron is also taller and thinner than Rupert … Drac is a little similar to Tom, but prettier … "
Hermione could tell something from Harry's hesitant attitude. "So, the actress who plays me is much prettier than me, right? After all, even if there is no love line, people are still willing to see beautiful girls appear on the screen. "
Harry looked at his good friend, Castle, and said sincerely, "No, people like Hermione because she is smart, kind, and studious. She doesn't need to be very beautiful to be very outstanding."
Hermione smiled. "The original Harry would definitely not say such beautiful words."
"At that time, I was Gryffindor." Harry also smiled.
"Have you always been Gryffindor?"
"No, I have been in all four schools. There were a few times when I ran away before school started … "
The two of them sat side by side and talked about the "past." It was not until there were more people eating supper at the hot dog stall that Hermione stopped asking one question after another and got back to business. "Well, let's go back to the Golden Snitch. Why do you care so much about it?"
"Because it is very special, so special that it shouldn't appear here." Harry held up the pendant. "It comes from the magic world and is the symbol of the secret Phoenix Knights. In addition, if you haven't been confused by those stories, you should remember that in the original story, it is one of the relics that Dumbledore left for us. It is an important prop."
"He hid the Resurrection Stone in the Golden Snitch!" Hermione remembered it very clearly. Then, she looked at the Golden Snitch in surprise. "Do you think …"
"Impossible." Harry shook his head with certainty.
Just when Hermione thought that he was going to say something clever, Harry said firmly, "The Golden Snitch this time is too small. It is impossible for it to contain the Resurrection Stone."
The Golden Snitch used as a pendant was only about the size of Harry's thumb. The space inside was even smaller. It couldn't contain a gem at all.
Hermione wanted to smack him on the head. "Who said that it must be the Resurrection Stone? Moreover, even if it is the Sorcerer's Stone, the Crown, or the Gryffindor sword, it can still be contained with the Shrinking Spell. "
Harry still shook his head. "That is even worse. Hermione, remember the setting of this world — no.
Magic. If there is really a trace of magic, no matter what is inside, it is impossible for us to get it. Now that it has appeared here, I think that the things inside should be very complicated. "
Harry touched the thin lines and gently twisted open the shell of the Golden Snitch. Hermione stared at his hand nervously. Then, she saw a slender thing fall out.
"What is it?!" Hermione unconsciously raised her voice and even held her breath.
"This is …" Harry picked up the two-centimeter-long scroll of paper and carefully examined it. "A letter?"
The scroll of paper was heartbreaking. However, the letter was very thin, so it was quite long after it was unfolded. However, the handwriting was so small that it was difficult to read. The two squinted their eyes and looked at it for a while.
Harry rubbed his eyes with a bitter face. "Is this a letter to the Ant-Man?"
Hermione expressed her understanding. "Principal Dumbledore and Professor Kamia must have had a premonition, so before everything happened, they sent this letter into the Golden Snitch. But to ensure that nothing goes wrong, they can't tell you about it."
Harry first nodded in agreement. Then, he was stunned for a moment and looked up at Hermione. "What? What do you mean by to ensure that nothing goes wrong, they can't tell me about it? "
The little witch raised half of her eyebrows. "Don't you know?"
"… I don't know if what I know is what you want to say."
Hermione looked at Harry for a while and sighed. She shook her head and said, "Well, since we have been discussing the setting for the whole night, let's start with the setting." She first stretched out her left index finger. "You said Maya, which is Nihon. His ability is to create illusions."
Harry nodded.
Hermione continued to stretch out her right index finger. "And the librarian, which is Jia Mei, and you, who succeeded her, have the ability to create and distort reality."
She crossed her two index fingers. "So, what exactly is going on in the Inner World?"
Bullseye. Harry liked Hermione's setting that she never dropped the ball at critical moments.
"Well …" Harry pretended to touch his chin and smiled bitterly. "This is also a question that has always puzzled me. At first, I did think that this was the so-called 'Inner World,' which is an illusory world that doesn't exist, but … this world is too real. " He also began to count with his fingers. "Even Bullseye and Mafoo, who have never appeared before, are here. Can Nihon really make the Inner World so detailed? Except for mutant abilities and magic abilities, everyone's fighting skills are still retained. In theory, Nihon doesn't need to keep this setting for us. And … Ginny. "
"What happened to Ginny?" Harry didn't talk about what happened after the Inner World.
"Ginny is conscious." Harry told her what happened in the hospital. "She's not unconscious or asleep. On Halloween, Nihon and I fought on Ginny's subconscious. She was completely exposed to our energy, which stimulated the awakening of her consciousness as a reader. At the same time, in order to create the illusion of Halloween, Nihon seized a lot of Ginny's energy. So, after entering the Inner World, the reader went into hibernation to protect herself, but her consciousness was awake. She was self-healing in the Inner World. "
"And all these signs point to whether the Inner World is real or not," Hermione said.
"That's right. We can have three conjectures about the Inner World. First, this is a pure illusion, but the above three points are all questioning it. " Harry pulled back an extended finger. "Second, this is a real world that I created unconsciously. But first, it doesn't meet my needs. Second, it's not distorted by my will at all."
After a pause, Harry explained, "At first, I suspected this because of some things. When I didn't want to explain something, it seemed that everyone would accept my nonsense or talk about it. But now that I think about it, maybe it's because of your thoughtfulness …"
"And the self-protection of the Babel Myth," Hermione added.
“yep。” Harry bent a second finger. "Then, we are left with one possibility: this Inner World was created by Nihon and me. To be more precise, he drew the blueprint, and I became the unconscious architect. "
"I stand with this conjecture," Hermione said affirmatively, then frowned in confusion. "But there are still some things that don't make sense."
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