Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2663: Limbo

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"Grump-"

The stomach bag is twitching.

Stomach juice swelled up in the throat with an unspeakable sour smell, lingering in the mouth and nose. The filth splattered down, echoing loudly in this incomparably empty cave, and slowly spread out on the ground that had accumulated dust for thousands of years.

In fact, there is nothing to vomit at all, but I still feel sick, but I can't stop...

"Cough, cough, vomit—"

"Bah."

Forcibly pressed down the still throbbing throat, spit out the saliva and acid remaining in the mouth, Maca took two steps to the side, and then leaned back against a boulder and slowly slid her body to the ground.

He wiped his mouth vigorously, then turned his head and let out a "bah" before letting out a long breath.

"It turns out that when the pain reaches a certain level, it will really... cause physiological vomiting... It's really a lot of knowledge."

The severe pain didn't mean to go away, and the vomiting just aggravated the pain. This made Maca completely unable to speak to herself, so she could only simply think about it in her mind like this.

The surrounding environment is a little dark, so it's just a little better than the previous castle. The glass bottle containing the condensing sand was placed on a stone not far away by him, and the place where the light of Dandan reached was the range of vision at the moment.

Other than that, it's pitch black, and there's an indescribable sense of loneliness here.

Fortunately, Maca seems to be getting used to loneliness.

"No."

The moment of rest didn't make Maca feel any better. After a while, another strong sense of nausea suddenly emerged, with an irresistible momentum.

He hurriedly twisted to the ground, and then...

"Grump-"

Looks like there's nothing left to spit out, which is good.

"At least it's less dirty."

Thinking of this, a tremor in the depths of her soul suddenly shook, and Maca only felt the darkness in front of her eyes, and finally fainted like this.

……

Wake up.

Sleep, then wake up.

Wake up, go to sleep, and wake up again.

We seem to be repeating this process all the time, our entire lives. It will not discriminate and there will be no controversy, whether it is rich or poor, health or disease, it will not change much.

Until we fall asleep for the last time in our lives and then...

Between the slowly opened eyelids, it is gradually filled with misty white;

In the ear... no, maybe the same is true for external perception at the spiritual level. Maca felt that she seemed to "hear" something - it was some kind of noisy living corpse whimper, but it didn't seem to exist.

"Huh?"

He is lying face down, in a slightly awkward position. When I fainted in the cave before, if I just fell to the ground like that, it must have been like this... and it is still the same now.

He paused, then got up with his body supported on his hands.

The surroundings are still white, hazy white, as if a mist is surging softly and slowly, flowing randomly and spontaneously.

He knows he should know this place.

"It's much more comfortable here than it used to be."

Maka took a deep breath and squinted to feel his body and soul - obviously, he here has no body, but only soul.

Wouldn't it be much more comfortable without the physical pain and nausea? Even the pulling sensation and shock from the depths of his soul seemed to be "far away" from him.

The suffocation was light and relieved, and the faint voice in his ear occupied most of Maca's attention. He carefully "listened" and found that the sound did exist, and... it seemed to have a source.

"It seems to be behind..."

He murmured like this, then turned around and walked in a certain direction.

As Maca's pace continued, the surrounding white mist seemed to finally change. The tone of the fog turned slightly gray, still empty, but the atmosphere gradually became depressed, as if he had returned to the previous cave.

And if I want to say, the change of the invisible "ground" under my feet is actually the biggest. It became more and more specific with each step of Maca, it was a dry, hard, dusty flat floor, and large tiles were interlaced and stretched all the way.

In the end, when the fog in front of him also flowed and faded as he moved forward, a towering and huge black stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of Maca like a cloud and the sun.

A familiar monument! Couldn't be more familiar.

Isn't this the embodiment of that arrogant rule, the ancient stele called "Bewitching"?

Because of the sheer size of this stele, and the fact that it is usually placed either in this cave or in that cave, even Maca rarely has the opportunity to look at it with his own eyes like this without the slightest hindrance.

It looks so big now!

Maka raised her neck and sighed in her heart as she looked at the top of the stone tablet that seemed to be shaking.

"Is this the truth the 'alternatives' have to face?"

Suddenly ~IndoMTL.com~ a voice sounded from Maca's side without warning, and then echoed leisurely in the dark gray inlaid with a piece of black.

But Maca didn't seem surprised or surprised by the sound, and when he heard it, he nodded slightly.

"It's not quite, but... that's roughly what it is," he said, "Professor Dumbledore."

After saying this, Maca withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the old man who suddenly appeared beside her.

Long silver-white hair and beard, sharp blue eyes behind half-moon-shaped glasses, and a slightly long and slightly curved nose...

Nothing has changed, just the way he remembers it.

"It seems that if it wasn't me who carried out the so-called 'alternative' task, but the professor of the year, maybe things wouldn't be as messy as they are now, right?"

"No, it won't." Dumbledore shook his head, still looking at the stone tablet, "No one can replace you on this road—I can't, Rowena Ravenk Neither can Law. Because it didn't choose you, you chose it..."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Maca and smiled: "Just like me back then, even if I did it again, the result would be the same... Speaking of which, where is this place?"

"Here?"

Maka glanced at the black monument again.

"This stele should be in the cave where I was before, but... I don't think it's still that place." Near the base, "After all, I don't have this stuff there!"