Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation People like to say that some people are dead, but they are still alive, and some people are still alive, but they are already dead. Usually, the former in this sentence is noble and great, while the latter is despicable and shameless. Now that Merlin's magic potion and magic spell were in front of Harry, this sentence echoed in his mind, but he did not think in the direction of noble and despicable at all.
When a person loses all his memory and is not remembered by anyone, in other words, he cannot leave any trace in this world. Can he still be called an existence? Time has meaning because of death, and people have to create or destroy something in life to prove that they have lived, no matter how small the trace is, even if it is spitting on the ground. Marx said that the people are the creators of history.
When a person cannot leave a trace, Harry's fingernails dug into his palms, and he silently came to a conclusion in his heart: then he cannot prove that he has lived. He will be caught in the confusion of life and death. The second kind of death.
"I sincerely hope that this magic spell is not needed." Merlin, of course, discovered the cruelty of this spell earlier than Harry, so she deliberated and changed the topic. "Then I hope this magic potion can meet your confidentiality regulations."
"It is enough." Snape was very sure that this magic potion was stronger than any magic spell and magic potion he had ever seen, even for the greatest magician. So he quickly put down the formula, as if the spell written at the end of the formula had bitten his hand.
"Then... I'm all ears." Merlin smiled in relief. "Why did you travel through time and space?"
The magic potion formula used to clear Merlin's memory was placed on the tea table. Harry wanted to say something but stopped several times. In the end, he took a sip of tea and decided to start from the beginning. He talked about the lightning scar on his forehead and how he was abandoned on Privet Drive. He talked about the Hogwarts, about Ron and Hermione, about Voldemort who came looking for trouble every year, and about Professor Snape who came looking for trouble every day. He talked about how the war started and burned into the Hogwarts.
The story ended with his suicide, and then the plot became more complicated. He spent some time talking about the Babel Library and the Three Pillar Gods stationed there. He also talked about his more than 700 reincarnations. Then, the Tower of Babel collapsed, and many stories were scattered in this world. Kamei was reborn as Kamia, Oulopolos possessed Kronos, and Nihon … He created torrential rain and a time loop without magic.
Harry had never told anyone the complete story, so there were some confusing parts in his narration. Fortunately, Merlin was as considerate as ever. She did not interrupt Harry's narration. She only asked him some questions while he was drinking tea and asked him to fill in the neglected parts of the past. Even so, they talked from dusk until the moon was high in the sky. The Bifröst had disappeared, and from the window, they could see the lantern fruits and the St. Valentine's flowers at the bottom of the rift valley. As Ariel said, under the clear moonlight, the translucent Valentine's flowers were glazed and swayed like a strange river.
The formula for "the second kind of death" included St. Valentine's flowers.
"So …" Harry took another sip of tea, paused, and concluded, "So, we need to break the time loop, let time flow again, and let magic come back."
"This is what you need, the help of time and space magic." Merlin said slowly, as if she was still digesting Harry's long several lives. "As I observed, the inviolable will led us to meet on Avalon Island …"
"We need your help." After telling his story, Harry felt that he was like a first draft waiting to be reviewed. There was a mixture of awkwardness and anticipation. "As you know, there was no magic in 1993, so even if we could write a spell in an envelope and pass it down, my friends couldn't do anything about it."
Merlin was still in a trance. She only murmured, "No … This is not a problem of magic … This is also a problem of magic …"
"…?" Harry did not care about speculating whether Merlin was old or not, so he still listened respectfully.
Merlin pondered for a while, then looked up, picked up a pancake from the dessert plate on the coffee table, and broke it in half. At the same time, she said, "You have emphasized many times about the identity of the three pillar gods and their ability. If I remember correctly, Nihon — he can't directly interfere with reality."
Harry nodded, and then he saw Merlin put half of the pancake on the left. "So, the time loop problem belongs to time, and it belongs to the Oulopolos." He continued, "Since Nihon can't directly interfere with reality, then, the disappearance of magic is not something he can do by himself. As you said, he drew the blueprint, and you were the architect. So, the problem of magic belongs to existence … "He put the other half of the pancake on the right." It belongs to you. "He did not call Harry by his pseudonym again.
After finishing the statement, Merlin smiled kindly and motioned for the two to eat the biscuits. "After talking for so long, you must be hungry, right?"
However, at this moment, obviously, no one had the appetite.
Harry went over Merlin's words in his heart again, and said hesitantly, "So now we have two problems to solve. The first is to break the time loop, and the second is to recall magic? "
"There is a third problem." The greatest magician was still smiling, but his eyes were sharp. "Nihon."
Snape glanced at Harry secretly, which was noticed by Merlin, so she said to Harry, "Or do you already have a plan — about Nihon?"
We all know that Harry has a plan A that has been brewing for a long time.
"Well … I don't have a plan …" Harry scratched his messy hair. "I only have a guess." In the long narration to Merlin earlier, he had to reorganize his thoughts again before he felt that he could explain things clearly.
"In our story, there has always been a character who has been interfering with the plot, although it hasn't shown up — maybe it has, but in a way that we haven't noticed. This character, you call it the 'inviolable will,' or 'fate,' and I call it … the world. "
Snape turned sideways and stared straight at Harry. Merlin also stopped stroking her beard.
"Did I just mention how many circles I have taken on the identity of the Three Pillar Gods? In the story that Kamia told me, when the world was young, it was chaotic until it split into existence, nothingness, and time, and named them with these three words. Only then did it become stable. In order to maintain this stability, it gave these three words power, let them each take charge of a territory, and called them gods … "Harry counted with his fingers one by one." The Librarian, Nihon, and the Prisoner of Time. "
He chuckled. "They are not the real existence, nothingness, and time, they are just false gods carrying the meaning of words."
Merlin focused. "So, you think that the destruction of words is not the same as the destruction of the world? Then Nihon … "His obsession was just an illusion.
"No, it will be destroyed. You know, the role of the Three Pillar Gods is to stabilize the world we are operating in. The death of the Three Pillar Gods will naturally cause the collapse of the world, but … "Harry's eyes darkened." What does this collapse mean to the world? "
When this question was thrown out, the other two people in the room were stunned.
Harry almost laughed out loud. "It's just a reboot. It's just a shutdown and a reboot. At most, it will be a short black screen. What's more … I now suspect that the whole story is just a simulation. "
"Explain it." Merlin was still trying to figure out what Harry's new words meant, and Snape was already on the verge of anger.
"See!" Harry clenched his fist, crushed half of the biscuit in his hand, and then scattered it on the table. "A young world, from ignorance, gave birth to the consciousness of existence, nothingness, and time. The observation and study of these three consciousnesses confused it. It could neither be destroyed by time, nor persuaded by nothingness. It even scoffed at existence … The observation of the three consciousnesses troubled it, and perhaps it was in pain, but it could not get rid of them. Is it possible for people to get rid of themselves? So it was sick. It felt sick, and in order to cure itself, it decided … "
Harry stared at the pile of biscuit powder and really laughed. "Let them fight and see who can persuade who."
It was like a debate in the brain. A confrontation on paper. Harry Potter always knew that he was a character in a play, but he did not expect that he would play a false role in a story.
"This is … the so-called secret language of the world." Harry blew away the powder. "It is really sick, it is really asking for help, and it is really manipulating the whole show."
After a long silence, someone spoke again. This time, it was Harry's stomach. Since the simple lunch, they had only stuffed their stomachs with tea.
Merlin felt that she had not been a good host. She immediately suggested that they go to the square to eat something, and at the same time, take a break and turn the page. Harry and Snape both agreed rationally.
Thus, the three of them were silent from the moment they left the Merlin Family to the moment they arrived at the square.
At night, Avalon Island was covered with a layer of clear light, and it did not feel dark at all. Even Harry, who was highly myopic and somewhat night-blind, walked steadily on the path. He even saw fireflies shuttling back and forth between the dense leaves. But after a few more glances, he found that they were not "fireflies", but the common elves in fairy tales. Speaking of which, the residents of Avalon Island were not all pointy-eared. That made sense. Wouldn't that make them Vulcan?
When they arrived at the square, Harry found that this was the platform that Ariel had brought them to. At night, silver-white lights were hung along the rough tree walls. It was livelier than during the day, and there were more elves moving around. Harry glanced around. There were old men sitting together playing chess, old women standing in a circle talking nonsense, and old men and women holding hands and whispering to each other in the corner … In short, this was a center for the old cadres.
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