Snape had long felt that Harry had done something to him.
That was why he could sense Harry's whereabouts and track him down.
But Harry always pretended to be stupid and muddled through the matter. He yawned and fell asleep with tears in his eyes. Snape held his breath.
He stood by the bed and looked at the faint bruises under the boy's eyelids.
In the end, she let him fall asleep.
Although there was an undercurrent outside of people's sight, the festive atmosphere in town was not affected. The Christmas dance at Green High School was held as usual.
Probably because of Charles's intention.
The young students who came in and out of the manor (except for Jean and the others).
Although they vaguely knew what crisis was happening,
It didn't affect the tense atmosphere. They discussed the topic of dresses and mistletoe at the dinner party. Harry, who had woken up, listened.
He also chimed in a few words.
He seemed to be in a good mood, which made the few people who had been paying attention to him breathe a sigh of relief.
After the dinner party, Harry said to Charles in private, "I want to see Ginny."
Ginny didn't wake up.
She was still Sleeping Beauty in the hospital. Charles had planned to take her into the manor to take care of her, but the situation of the "Sleeping Beauty" was special.
It involved the attention of New York.
So there were still some procedures to go through, and the plan hadn't been carried out yet.
Harry came back.
Charles knew a little about Ginny's uniqueness.
Seeing that Harry's face was calm,
He still asked, "If there's a need, we can still bring Miss Weisles into the manor."
Harry shook his head. "There's no need to disturb her." He just needed to confirm something with Ginny.
So that night, when the night was a little dark and the snow was falling, Harry drove out of the manor accompanied by Mccoy, Hank, and Snape. Before arriving at the hospital, Mccoy first contacted Nurse Scali. Harry got out of the car while he was on the phone and took a newspaper from the container to read. On the front page was the article "The Legend of the Lost Heroes: Vampire Monster or Midnight Knight?". The accompanying picture was a blurry back. Harry carefully distinguished the figure. It shouldn't be Batman himself, but wearing the red hood of his uniform.
Nurse Scali must have done something before they arrived at the hospital, so Harry and the others entered the hospital smoothly and saw Ginny. Dr. Mccoy, who had been absent from work for many days, wasn't questioned by his acquaintances, but was stared at suspiciously by Scali for a long time.
Harry didn't care much about Mccoy's predicament. He walked straight to Ginny's bed and looked down at the sleeping girl. She looked the same as the last time they met. Perhaps her skin was whiter, or her hair was redder, but her expression was still calm and serene.
Where are you? Ginevra, where are you now?
Harry closed his eyes and held Ginny's hand in front of everyone's eyes. Then he fell into Ginny's world. First, he heard the sound of waves, and then a dry, cold wind blowing on his face. But when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the coastline or the wilderness, but a dense forest and fire. The flickering torches illuminated an extremely strange scene: hundreds of fit young men and women were dancing, singing, and shouting through the forest. They all wore ivy-woven flower crowns on their heads, some were draped in animal skins, some were naked, some were holding wooden sticks decorated with pine balls in their hands, and some were beating hand drums. Under the flickering light of the fire, their faces were wet with sweat, flushed, and … ecstasy.
Harry followed the parade for a while and finally recognized the ceremony: the Dionysian Rite. These young Greek men and women were all believers of Dionysus, and they were praying to the God of Life with a carnival parade. They did not need to offer too much; they just needed to show their primitive vitality.
Ginny was also in the parade. She was still wearing the strange rose-gray robe with a buckskin vest, so she was not particularly strange in the parade. The moment she turned around, laughing, she saw Harry, who was far behind the parade. The two looked at each other. Ginny smiled and stopped, waiting for Harry to come up to her. The ecstasy did not wait. They continued to sing hymns, like a wildfire rolling through the dense forest.
As if taking a stroll, Harry naturally followed Ginny's pace, and the two walked along the trail.
"Tragedy Contest?" Harry asked casually as he plucked a leaf from Ginny's long hair.
"Yes." There was no torch, but Ginny's eyes were bright, as if she was still immersed in the carnival atmosphere. Her tone was brisk. "Today."
"Huh?"
"Sophocles. He has brought Oedipus Rex."
Ginny said simply, but Harry immediately understood. It was in this carnival tragedy contest that Sophocles would defeat his predecessor, Aeschylus, and Oedipus would surpass Prometheus. They would begin to explore how individual strength could fight against fate.
After understanding, Harry began to sigh inwardly. He turned to look at Ginny's smiling face. She was still fair and young, but her eyes …
After walking in silence for a while, Harry asked again, "How many endings are there for Oedipus?"
As if she had heard the topic that interested her, Ginny laughed happily. Then she began to count with her fingers. "Quite a lot. Crucified (Bible), poisoned in a play within a play (Hamlet), dying of illness in La Mancha's old bed (Don Quixote), hanging upside down on a barricade with eight bullets (Les Miserables), trapped on the road to the castle (The Castle), waiting in the wilderness with only one dead tree (Waiting for Godot) …"
Harry smiled faintly. "So, there is only one ending."
"Two." Ginny also smiled. "Philosophical suicide. Or, all the nihilists who fail to commit suicide will become existentialists. "
Harry pondered for a while and then smiled bitterly. "It seems that there is still no way out."
Ginny looked at him seriously, her eyes shining. "But we still have to cross the river." But we still have to stab the thorns into our chests. "
Seeing that Harry was still depressed, Jenny simply waved her hand and pulled her friend to the highest stand on the periphery of the theater. The singing team was singing, and all the audience's eyes were wide open and their ears were strained.
"You know, our earliest stories are myths. Then, from religious rituals, namely the Dionysian Sacrifice, we gave birth to tragedies and comedies. After that, classicism, romanticism, realism, critical realism, naturalism, aestheticism, symbolism, expressionism, postmodernism, surrealism …" Ginny blushed, but her eyes were still smiling. "But they never solved a problem."
"The meaning of existence …" Harry whispered.
"Yes. As long as time still exists, we can dispel all the meanings. So from Sophocles' Oedipus, Kafka's K, and Basel's Snow White, our search for the meaning of life has come to an end, and we still hit a wall in front of time. So in the end, even the action of 'searching' was dismembered and lost its meaning. "Ginny curled the corner of her mouth." So the story has come to an end, and only text and symbols are left. "
Harry rubbed his face. "So we're definitely going to lose?"
Ginny did not answer the question. Instead, she asked, "What happened to Oulopolos?"
"He was seriously injured and imprisoned by Maya." After a brief explanation, Harry did not hide the suicidal tendencies of the prisoner of time. "… We don't have much time left." It was really a sad pun.
"Then why did you come to me?"
After a moment of silence, Harry said hesitantly, "Ginevra, you are the rose of time. You are the truth. You are … I guess, you are …"
Ginny was in a trance for a moment, and then she said frankly, "Maybe you can explain it more clearly."
Harry rubbed his face even more, then he scratched his hair and said, "I have always been curious. The Three Pillar Gods of Babel are existence, nothingness, and time. Then why can mere existence occupy the library's position? Is Jia Mei … really the Babel Library itself? Existence goes to nothingness in time … They coexist, no, symbiotic. "Harry's voice became lower and clearer as he spoke." Where does time come from? Because there is an end. If there is no end, we don't need the scale of time at all. Existence goes to nothingness in time, and time is born from the collision of existence and nothingness. They have never been separated … "
Ginny kindly reminded him, "So, if Nihon wants to commit suicide, he has to take the two of you with him."
"I mean … the Babel Library. Where is it?"
"Yes, where is it?" Ginny imitated Harry and cupped her face.
The two of them were in a daze until Oedipus blinded his eyes and someone in the theater cried. Then, they started talking again.
"Ginny …"
"I am not."
"Huh?"
"I am not the library." Ginny pulled at the loose thread on her robe. "I am just a reader, a river crossing. I can't be the river itself. You don't have to doubt this."
"But I …" Harry was indeed doubting this. Ginny's denial made him even more depressed. "But I will definitely lose." How could existence fight nothingness?
"Not necessarily." Ginny patted Harry's shoulder and picked up a small forget-me-nots from his collar. "You can try to win time."
Seeing the blue flower, Harry was stunned. In the blink of an eye, he was back in the white ward. Mccoy was still dealing with Miss Scali, Hank was still trying to pour a cup of hot tea, and Snape was standing behind him, looking at him with gloomy eyes. They couldn't see Ginny's world.
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