Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2663: Re-entering Limbo

() "vomit——"

The stomach pouch is twitching.

The gastric juice welling up in the throat has an unspeakable sour smell, lingering in the mouth and nose. The filth fell down in a patter, splashing and echoing in this extremely empty cave, and slowly spread 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, so I just can't stop...

"Cough, cough, vomit—"

"Bah."

Forcibly suppressing the throat that was still about to move, and casually spit out the remaining saliva and acid in his mouth, Maca took two steps to the side, and then slowly slid his body to the ground with his back leaning against a boulder.

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

"It turns out that when the pain reaches a certain level, it will really... cause physiological vomiting... I really learned a lot."

The severe pain didn't seem to subside in the slightest, but the vomiting just now intensified the pain. This made Maca completely unable to speak to himself, so he could only simply think about it in his mind like this.

The surrounding environment is a bit dark, but it is slightly better than the previous castle. He placed the glass bottle containing the condensed sand on a stone not far away, where the faint light reaches, that is the range of vision at this moment.

Other than that, it was pitch black, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness in this place.

Fortunately, Maca seems to have gradually gotten used to loneliness.

"Hmm."

A short rest didn't make Maca feel any better. Not long after, another strong feeling of nausea suddenly emerged, with an irresistible momentum.

He hastily turned around and stood on the ground, and then...

"Ouch—"

It seems that there is absolutely nothing to spit out, which is good.

"At least you can get less dirty clothes."

Thinking of this, suddenly there was a tremor in the depths of his soul, Maca only felt his eyes go dark, and finally passed out like this.

…

Wake up.

Sleep and wake up.

Wake up, sleep, and wake up again.

We seem to be repeating this process all the time, throughout our lives. It will not discriminate, nor will it be controversial. Whether it is rich or poor, healthy or sick, it will not change much.

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

The slowly opened eyelids are gradually filled with misty white;

In the ear... No, maybe the external perception including the spiritual level is the same. Maca felt that he seemed to "hear" something-it was some kind of noisy living corpse whimpering, but it didn't seem to exist.

"Huh?"

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

He paused, then supported his body with his hands and climbed up.

There is still a piece of white around, hazy white, as if there is a mist surging gently and slowly, flowing irregularly.

He knew that he should know this place.

"This place is much more comfortable than the original place."

Maka took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and felt his body and soul—obviously, here he has no body, but only a soul.

Isn't it much more comfortable without the pain and nausea that are only available physiologically? Even the tugging and shock that originated from the depths of the soul seemed to be far away from him.

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

"It seems to be behind..."

Mumbling, he turned around and walked in a certain direction.

As Maca's pace gradually increased, there seemed to be a change in the surrounding white mist. The color of the mist turned gray slightly, and it was still empty, but the atmosphere gradually became depressing, as if he had returned to the previous cave again.

As far as I want to say, the change in the invisible "ground" under my feet is actually the biggest. With each step of Maca, it became more and more concrete. It was a dry, hard, dusty flat floor, with large blocks of floor tiles interlaced and stretched all around.

Finally, when the fog in front of him also flowed and faded along with his progress, a towering and huge black stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of Maca as if the clouds had cleared the sky.

It's a very familiar monument! It couldn't be more familiar.

Isn't this the embodiment of the arrogant rules, the ancient stone tablet named "Bewitching"?

Because the size of this stele is really too huge, and 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 without any hindrance.

Looking at it now, it is really big!

Maka raised her neck, looked at the top of the shaking stone tablet, and sighed in her heart.

"Is this the truth that the 'candidates' have to face?"

Suddenly, a voice seemed to sound from Maca's side without any warning, and then it echoed leisurely in the light gray inlaid with a piece of black.

But Maca didn't seem to be surprised or surprised by the arrival of this voice. Hearing this sentence, he immediately nodded slightly.

"It's not complete, but...that's basically it." He said, "Professor Dumbledore."

After saying that, Maca withdrew his gaze and turned around, looking at the old man who suddenly appeared beside him.

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

Nothing has changed~IndoMTL.com~It is just as he remembers it.

"It seems that if it was not me who carried on the so-called 'candidate' task, but you, the professor back then, maybe things wouldn't be as messy as they are now?"

"No, it won't." Dumbledore shook his head, still looking at the stele, "On this road, no one can replace you—I can't, Rowena Ravenckey Law can't either. Because it didn't choose you, but you chose it..."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Maca, and smiled, "It's like me back then, even if I do it again, the result is the same...Speaking of which, where is this place?"

"Here?"

Maka looked at the huge black monument again.

"This tablet should be in the cave where I was before, but... I don't think this is still that place." As he said this, his eyes moved down slightly, and looked at the side of the stone tablet Near the base, "After all, I don't have this thing there!"