Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2689: The spliced memories
() "Hermione... and Luna, you are here too... no, it should be said, you are here too." Harry said, looking around again, "here ...is that the world behind that mirror?"
Like a change in vision, when Harry turned his head, he found that Luna and Hermione were actually still by his side, which didn't seem sudden at all.
Even at this moment, the hazy white surroundings are gradually changing, which only gives people a feeling that this place should be like this. Even if the underlying rationality in the heart may not approve, it is surprisingly easy to accept.
Look! There should be a huge vaulted glass roof above the head, and the sun seems to be shining through from outside; the originally empty white under the feet has gradually turned gray and black, and the texture is getting closer to the concrete floor.
Also ahead, on the concave straight road, there seems to be a railway slowly extending to both sides... Or, it is there, but I just noticed its existence?
"The platform at King's Cross?"
Harry stomped his feet on the ground with some uncertainty, but the force returned was real.
"No!"
Suddenly, Hermione, who was looking down at something behind her, said:
"This ground is not the ground of the platform! If I remember correctly... no, how could I? This is Heathgart Road, Heathgart Road, Hampstead Gardens suburb, my home The road at the door... Look, there is a slightly arched crack on the side here, I can see it every time I go out and walk a few steps!"
As she was speaking, she turned her head suddenly, and found that behind her had turned into a row of familiar houses with red bricks, brown tiles and white lattice windows—she could even recognize which neighbor's house they belonged to .
"That means..." Harry was startled, and then looked at Luna not far away together with Hermione.
"Well," Luna nodded slightly, and then stretched out her hand to point to the opposite side of the railway, "That's a Muggle street in London. I've been there and eaten delicious food. Cream dessert."
Sure enough, following Luna's finger to look over there, there are already densely packed Muggle shops. It's just that they are all closed, which makes the bustling feeling of the Muggle world fade a lot, and it seems a little deserted.
"That seems to be around Covent Garden, right? I've been there a few times too...but why Christmas?" Hermione subconsciously asked.
She saw holly wreaths and mistletoe more or less decorated on the windows and doors of those shops at a glance. But of course, the most eye-catching are those large and small, colorful Christmas trees.
After a slight pause, Hermione put aside this little question for the time being, and immediately turned to say:
"In short, this should all be based on the scenes that are more impressive in our memory, right? The three of us, each of us has a part of our memory...Although it seems to be forced to piece together, it is incredible that , even if I'm aware of it, I don't seem to find them obtrusive at all!"
Hermione is wondering! However, Harry suddenly let out a light surprise, and then hurriedly said:
"Wait! Where's Miss Grofeyn? Isn't she supposed to 'come over' with us? And... Maca? Where did Maca go?"
Before the words fell, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded beside the three of them, and at the same time, a familiar voice came.
"I'm right here."
As their sights turned in a hurry, Maca's figure immediately appeared in the field of vision of each of them.
It's just that it is no longer the figure of the demon with mutilated limbs who can only walk with a cane, but a real Maca. Just like his voice when he just spoke, calm but no longer dull, it is the unpretentious voice that everyone is most familiar with in memory.
It is the clothes he is wearing now, which is more or less inexplicable-it is something that neither Hermione nor Harry has ever seen, an old set with washed edges Discolored Muggle clothes.
"Oh, do you care about my clothes?" Maca said, and lowered his head to look at himself, and tugged at the corner of his slightly wrinkled clothes, "This is my dress before I went to Hogwarts. A set of clothes that I often wear, I always thought it was a bit small at that time! Now that I have arrived here, it has become just right to wear again..."
They listened, and looked Maca up and down again, and then Hermione asked again:
"Maka, Safina—"
"It's okay, I'll see her in a while!" Before Hermione finished asking, Maca replied, "She's different from you."
"Then what should we do now?" Seeing that Maca didn't continue to explain, Hermione thought about it and asked again.
When Maca heard the words, he shrugged immediately, and gestured towards the still white direction at the other end of the railway:
"Just wait for the train to come in!"
I don't know whether Maca knew that there would be a train coming, or the train was actually caused by Maca's words. In short, just as he said these words, a rumbling sound came from that direction from far to near.
The train is coming!
The red and black front of the car and the neat and uniform carriages caught the eyes of several people one after another. The gushing out neatly lingers around the car body, making the whole train seem to come from a dream, with reality in the blur.
Not long ago, everyone just rode it again, so it is obviously hard not to be familiar with it.
"Is this... our common memory?" Hermione couldn't help muttering as she watched the train slowly stop in front of her.
Maka nodded with a smile.
"That's right, that's it... let's go! Get in the car!"
After finishing speaking, he took the lead towards the Hogwarts Express that had just stabilized ~IndoMTL.com~ and boarded one of the nearest carriages.
When Hermione and the others saw this, they immediately followed.
After the four of them got into a box and sat down, the train started to move again, slowly moving forward...
The scenery outside the car window began to turn white again, and became a bit foggy, as if it was about to return to the hazy white state at the beginning. However, after the previous platforms, residences and shops completely receded, they did not completely return to pure white, but remained in a flowing gray-white state in the end.
It's as if the steam from the front of the car is gradually enveloping the whole train, making all the scenery outside the window blurred.
Then, even the scene inside the carriage gradually faded away...
I don't know how long it has passed, but at least, it doesn't seem to be too long, and the surrounding scenery has become clear again.
Soon, everyone saw an extremely huge black stone tablet appearing in front of them, standing not far away.