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"——?"
"without--."
"——Do?——,——Point."
"Well……"
The small sounds in his ears from time to time made Sherlock gradually wake up. He groaned and then opened his eyes.
Not too unfamiliar...the roof of the car.
A slightly yellowed ceiling, a ceiling lamp emitting pale white light, and a simple luggage rack.
If this wasn't another crazy fantasy with no logic, then he should have returned to the Galaxy Train?
"Yo? Mr. Future Headmaster of Hogwarts is awake?" Ms. Irisviel's face poked out from above her field of vision: "Do you still have a clear head? Do you remember who I am?"
"..." Sherlock turned his eyes and looked around.
He was currently lying on the hard seat of the Galaxy Train. On the opposite seat across the small coffee table, Batman in black was sitting there, with his arms folded and looking out the window.
As for Lady Irisviel, she was holding on to the back of the hard seat, leaning her head from the next seat to observe him from above.
"I guess it's okay, this is the Galaxy Train, and you are Ms. Irisviel." Sherlock finally replied.
"Really? Then answer me a question," Irisviel blinked: "There were two cruise ships carrying three hundred and two hundred people respectively, and then they collided..."
"I will repair both ships at the same time," Sherlock noticed the corner of Batman's mouth twitching, so he immediately interrupted: "I am fully awake and thinking normally."
"Huh, that's good. I'm worried that even if you wake up, you'll keep shouting, 'I want to be the principal of Hogwarts.'" Irisviel seemed relieved and retracted her head.
"Did I say those words?" Sherlock tried to sit up and found that apart from his hands and feet being a little stiff from lying down for too long, there was no discomfort: "But I used Occlumency..."
"'Occlumency can only seal the head, but not the mouth," Batman said calmly: "But precisely because of that magic, you didn't say anything during your madness except that you wanted to be the principal. Say something else."
this……
Sherlock thought for a moment and figured out what was going on.
Although his brain was indeed closed, and therefore he was not discovered by the "Flame Child Hole", it was just like being hit by a plane while wearing a body armor. It cannot be said to be completely useless, it can only be said to be better than nothing.
Reason, thinking and logic turned into a pile of collapsed building blocks the moment they were "impacted". Before he put them back together, the only thing left in his consciousness was the "hardest" thought in order to perform Occlumency. ?
Although it was already very bad, it was still relatively good overall. If he really listened to the advice of the "Half-Blood Prince", he must have been shouting about blowing up Hogwarts when he went crazy.
Um? etc?
"You said I was 'crazy,' instead of 'comatose,'" Sherlock raised his eyes and looked at Batman.
"Although subspace is a reality for us, you are in a dream." Irisviel walked around from the next seat and sat down next to Batman: "It is equivalent to being in a coma. How can I become comatose again?”….
But I did enter another dreamland...
"I heard that there is a 'Lord of the Dream Dimension,? Maybe-" Sherlock said.
"You yourself said it was a 'dimension,' but this is a subspace that is not in any dimension." Irisviel waved her hand: "The manifestations of your temporary madness are coma and gibbering, but You're not talking in your sleep."
So, what are those "dreams" that I saw during my "crazy" period that seemed to be related to reality but were very different and... funny?
"Even the Zeppelin train, which is used to transport students at Hogwarts and is already very safe, has a rule of thumb that says, 'If you find something that shouldn't be on the train, look away immediately,'" Batman continued. Words: "And you, recklessly looking directly
'The corrupted spirit body has been around for so long. If it had been anyone else, it would have been 'permanent madness', rather than the current 'temporary madness'. "
"'Corrupted Spirit,?" Sherlock expressed doubts about one of the terms.
"..." Batman frowned and turned his head to look at Irisviel beside him: "Is this allowed to be said?"
"It should be possible. Mr. Holmes is the one who has defeated the 'Whisper of the Void'. I'll give it a try." Irisviel blinked and then said: "'The corrupted spirit is the [End of Reincarnation]" 】The tool used to 'liquidate', that is, the 'virtual entity' that has completed its task, no longer exists, and can only appear in the subspace... How many silences have you heard?"
"There's not one, there's even an accent." Sherlock replied: "Is [The End of Reincarnation] a cosmic disaster of the same level as 'Whisper of the Void'?"
"..."X2
Batman and Irisviel both stared at him, saying nothing.
"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Sherlock scratched his head. At least the name format looked similar.
"There is a problem, but it's not big. Let's put it aside for now." Irisviel raised her hand and pointed toward the car window: "What can you see outside the window now?"
"Well..." Sherlock looked out the window, looked carefully, and then shook his head: "It's still endless gray fog, nothing has changed."
"How strange, that is to say, even if you know the truth of the world, you will choose to stay?" Irisviel touched her chin, thoughtfully.
"Because he wants to be the headmaster of Hogwarts." Batman answered expressionlessly.
"Pfft..." Irisviel stretched out her hand and slapped Batman hard.
"[——!——,——.]" At this time, the train conductor covered in black fog walked into the carriage and said something to Irisviel.
"Thank you, Xiao An," Irisviel stopped and looked at Sherlock: "Okay, it's time for you to get up, little Mr. Holmes, come on for the Triwizard Tournament."
"Whenever you encounter a dangerous situation, just call me," Batman said. "If I'm not called, I may not always be able to arrive in time like this time."
Even if you say that...but what is dangerous? Before encountering the "Corrupted Spirit", the gray mist seemed very safe.
Sherlock couldn't ask these words, because when Irisviel spoke, the images of them and the Galaxy Train were moving quickly, and eventually together with the gray fog outside the train window, it was like dew on the grass blades in the morning. Disappear.
——Marvel, 2015——
Familiar ceiling...
When Sherlock opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the dormitory of Bardel College, and the morning sunlight had just shined through the window.
He opened Ergou and checked the time, then edited the message and sent it.
[Sherlock: Thank you. 】
【Half-Blood Prince:? ].
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