The library of Babel, with its infinite collection of books, was always silent.
Apart from the occasional rustling of the pages and the echoing footsteps, there was no sound at all. Other than that,
There was only silence spreading from one hexagonal reading room to another.
Jia Mei, who was bored to death, lay on the long table in the middle of the hall and stared blankly at the ceiling of the library.
A book was open beside her hand.
From time to time, she would flip a page, but Jia Mei's mind was not on this book.
She wondered where Maya had run off to.
Why was he nowhere to be seen recently?
Countless floating bookshelves changed formations in Jia Mei's line of sight, making it impossible for the girl's thoughts to be fixed. She could only make wild guesses.
She guessed that Maya must be hiding in one of the hexagon reading rooms.
Perhaps she was thinking about something that Jia Mei had never thought about or was unwilling to think about.
This conjecture worsened the girl's mood. Jia Mei changed her train of thought. Maya was walking up the stairs of the library.
She knew that Maya had tried to do this more than once — to go up and up and up the endless stairs of the Library of Babel.
Going to another world …
Jia Mei suddenly sat up.
It was as if he had woken up from a dream.
If Maya really wanted to reach the end of the Babel Library,
Then what should she do?
"He won't leave me alone." Jia Mei muttered to herself.
Jia Mei and Maya had been together for as long as the Library of Babel existed. She believed that there wouldn't be only one of them left.
This belief had nothing to do with loneliness.
However, she still frowned and picked up the book beside her. She knocked on the spine of the book, and not long after, a person fell out of the pages.
A young man wearing a strange robe fell to the ground. After he got up with a sigh, one could see his empty eye sockets, messy black hair, and the strange scar on his forehead.
Jia Mei sat at the long table and looked at Harry with disdain. "I don't like your style."
Harry sighed again. When he raised his head again, it was a pair of bright green eyes. He helplessly asked, "Then, respected administrator Miss Jia Mei, what orders do you have?"
"Don't talk to me like that." Jia Mei said discontentedly. She took out the book again.
Harry sighed again and sat on the ground. He looked up at the caretaker and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?" He had just returned from the battlefield and was very tired.
'I don't like this tone either,' Jia Mei thought.
This person, Harry Potter, was a "playmate" that Maya gave her after a dispute. He was supposed to be sent into the story like everyone else who came to the Babel Library and become a symbol. However, Maya wanted to compensate Jia Mei and let him stay to entertain her.
Of course, Jia Mei had a lot of "fun" with him.
"Maya disappeared again." Jia Mei explained her situation with a single sentence.
"Fighting again?" Harry didn't want to get involved with the siblings, but since Jia Mei needed someone to talk to her, he didn't have the right to refuse.
"We didn't fight." Jia Mei shook her head dejectedly. "He just went into hiding."
Harry scratched his head and asked, "What were you arguing about last time?"
Jia Mei didn't seem to want to talk about it. However, she had no one else to talk to except the person in front of her. So, she said, "Maya and I don't quarrel. We just … have a little disagreement."
"Okay … Okay … What's the disagreement?" Harry followed Jia Mei's words.
Jia Mei was silent for a moment before she slowly opened her mouth. She looked at Harry and said, "Do you think we are in the Babel Library or outside?"
Jia Mei's unusually serious eyes frightened Harry. He was speechless for a moment.
The girl refused to let go of Harry. She even jumped off the table and approached Harry. She asked, "If the Babel Library is the sum of thousands of stories, then Maya and I — are we people in the story or outside the story? Where are our stories? "
Harry kept stepping back until he couldn't.
Jia Mei looked at him for a while. She didn't intend to ask him for an answer. She turned around and picked up the "Harry Potter" book on the table. She whispered, "Let's go in."
…
"Where's Maya?" Harry looked at the ceiling for a while and asked.
Kamia was reading a novel on the bed with a blanket on her waist. Thanks to Harry, she could go home today to take care of the baby.
That day, when Mr. Lovegood walked into the Medical Wing, he saw the savior boy fighting with his wife. He was scared out of his wits and quickly asked Madam Pomfrey to go home. Although Kamia claimed that she was just playing with Harry, this time, Mr. Lovegood was very stubborn. Kamia went with the flow. She didn't want to be watched by Madam Pomfrey as a prisoner every day in the Medical Wing.
Hearing Harry's sudden question, Kamia replied lazily, "I don't know."
Harry didn't believe a word of this. However, he also knew that he couldn't get much information from Kamia, even though he had a lot of questions.
Why did this world open again?
Why did other stories come to this world?
What happened in the Babel Library?
What did Jia Mei want to do by entering the story?
Harry didn't even bother to ask these questions. Based on his experience with Jia Mei, Kamia wouldn't answer at all. Even if she did answer, she wouldn't tell the truth. He didn't dare to offend that woman for the time being.
Therefore, Harry could only complain for the time being. "I don't know what sin did Old Luo's family commit to marry you."
Thinking of Xenophilius' nervous look yesterday, Harry felt uncomfortable. This woman was Voldemort's sister on the surface, but secretly, she was also a master with a dangerous identity. Mr. Lovegood didn't commit any sin except for being a little muddle-headed, right? Luna was Harry's friend!
What made Harry feel even more uncomfortable was that based on his understanding of Kamia, or Jia Mei, this person was a real "heartless" person. Therefore, she didn't hesitate to kill Jerry and give birth to Voldemort without any guilt. Did Mr. Lovegood know that he was going to be the Dark Lord's father?
No matter how conflicted Harry was, Kamia followed Lovegood home with her hands on her waist with a rosy complexion. Before she left, she asked Dumbledore to teach her for two months. Dumbledore agreed happily. Then, he went back to his office and flipped through his collection of books. He decided to teach the "Tales of Beedle the Poet" for two months.
Harry didn't stay in the medical wing for long before he was discharged. In fact, he didn't mind resting for a few more days, but Hermione was anxious! How many classes and homework did Harry owe?! So, Miss Know-It-All came to the medical wing every day. Every time, she would bring along her notes from today's class and personally tutor Harry. After a few times, Harry couldn't sit still anymore. Hermione's tutoring included a test!
On the day of his discharge, Principal Dumbledore specially came to visit Harry. Firstly, he wanted to comfort this student who had been through a lot since he entered the school. Secondly, he wanted to bring something to Harry.
"Look … Harry, is this yours?" Dumbledore kindly handed the thing in his hand to Harry.
Harry didn't take it. Instead, he looked at the wand in front of him with a complicated expression. It was thirteen and a half inches long, made of holly wood, and had the inner core of a fox's tail feather. He was very familiar with it. This wand, like his lightning scar and green eyes, was once a symbol of Harry Potter. Now, it was back.
"Ah, this, I picked it up in the Room of All Requests." Harry looked up at the old headmaster innocently. "Is there anything wrong with this wand?" Damned Kamehameha, she didn't even mention the wand to him, and she didn't even know to give him a statement first.
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Haha, Kamia has already told me about it."
Harry: o (????) o
Dumbledore continued, "… I asked Mr. Ollivander to examine this wand and found that it is made of holly wood. It is the same as your father's wand. What's more special is its inner core. Its inner core is the tail feather of a phoenix, and that phoenix just so happens to be my fox."
Harry looked at Dumbledore, but found that he had no intention of talking about the two phoenix tail feathers. He only handed the wand to Harry and smiled. "I think this wand is fated to be with you. What do you think? Do you want to try it? "
Alright. Harry nodded and picked up the wand. He skillfully waved it from top to bottom. As he expected, there was a red light. Many bright fireworks shot out from the tip of the wand, casting hundreds of dancing spots of light onto the wall.
Dumbledore had a strange expression on his face. It was as if he was sighing in amazement.
Harry shook his wrist and said softly, "Hagardium Leviosa." A pillow on the opposite bed suddenly floated up.
Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, Harry grasped the wand and said to him, "Principal Dumbledore, I think this is my wand."
"Oh? Oh, yes. "Dumbledore stroked his beard." I originally wanted to give it to you. "
Harry cheered and thanked him, but he saw a mischievous expression on Dumbledore's face. "Then … since Harry already has a suitable wand, I have no choice but to withdraw your application."
Harry's happy expression quickly collapsed. "Principal …"
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