The surroundings seemed to be enveloped in cloud-like vapor.
In a station-like place, the scene in the distance seems unconstructed.
The ground was white as Harry lay there, neither cold nor hot.
He sat up, his body uninjured and his headache gone.
But he touched his face and his glasses were gone.
But I can still see it clearly.
Twilight Zone is a very magical place.
They exist in the soul, beyond life and death.
And each one is different, which is what makes the most impressive impression.
It seems that for Harry, the most profound place is undoubtedly King's Cross Station when he first came into contact with the wizarding world.
John appeared here, glanced at Harry, and said casually: "Sit wherever you want, just like your own home."
Harry was confused, what was going on, why did he just change places.
"John, what on earth did you do?" Harry asked warily.
John walked to the station bench and sat down. He patted the chair and motioned for Harry to sit over.
Harry hesitated before coming over and sitting down.
He felt that John was in no danger now.
John looked at the railway tracks in the station and said in a daze: "It seems that we haven't sat together for a long time."
If you think about it carefully, he and Harry had a good relationship before their second year.
They ran away together to avoid being caught by Filch, broke into the room of the three-headed dog Luwei, and even sat down to have dinner together on Christmas.
"It's been so long without realizing it." Harry also sighed.
There was no specific hostility between the two of them. John raised his hand to conjure a braised bean and handed it to Harry.
"Thank you," Harry took it and tasted it, frowned and asked, "No taste?"
Of course it has no taste, because John has no sense of taste either.
"This place is called the Illusionary Land. It is a wandering realm between life and death." John said another thing.
"A hallucination? Between life and death?" Harry asked doubtfully, "Are we dead?"
"To be precise, almost." John put the multi-flavor beans into his mouth and smiled, "Have you noticed that there is a conflict between Dumbledore and me?"
Harry said vaguely: "A little bit."
In fact, Harry didn't feel very deeply about it.
He had been angry with Dumbledore for the whole year, so he had no time to notice.
John didn't care and said, "Because he's afraid of me."
"Afraid of you?" Harry thought it was ridiculous, that was Dumbledore.
"You should have seen Tom, who is Voldemort," John waved his hand, indicating that he should listen carefully, "You have seen his appearance, right? I mean he has no nose."
"He's really not good-looking." Harry had to admit that Voldemort was really ugly, and he didn't know why so many people followed him.
As a senior YanGou, Harry said he didn't understand.
"That's what happens when you study taboos."
Tossing up a braised bean and dropping it into his mouth, John said easily: "I'm about the same as him."
"But you have a nose," Harry said bluntly.
John was choked and said speechlessly: "The price of taboo is not just the nose, okay."
Harry smiled sheepishly and asked, "So you have violated a taboo?"
"Yes," John nodded and said, "Time and soul, these two are taboos. Unfortunately, I encountered them both."
Harry didn't have much idea about this, after all, he had also touched time and souls.
John sighed, "I'm not you, Harry, you're the savior, and I'm an ordinary person."
Harry cursed, thinking that you are just an ordinary person.
"I know Dumbledore's fear and dissatisfaction with me," John laughed to himself, "but before, I thought that no matter what happened to him, he would treat me equally until something happened."
He stared at Harry, silencing him.
"As for Heinrich, I..."
"Do not apologize."
John rubbed the bag of multi-flavor beans and the bag disappeared.
He stood up and said: "To tell you so much, I actually want to tell you that I am an expert when it comes to souls."
"There are some things I know better than Dumbledore."
"It's like, another soul in you."
"Another...soul?" Harry was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt like he was being eaten.
John closed his eyes, and many light balls emerged from his palms, each one looking like an elf.
After appearing, they flew around the station.
After a while, a rope appeared in John's hand.
He reached out and dragged, and a red-skinned child with a naked body curled up was pulled out.
The child was so weak that John was able to control it with just one soul.
Harry was startled when he was dragged in front of him.
"What's this?"
"This is Tom's soul," John said, looking at the fragile soul. "Do you still remember the diary we destroyed in the second grade?"
"Remember, it was there that I learned that Tom Riddle was Voldemort's name."
"To be precise, that Tom is a fragment of Voldemort's soul. He divided his soul into six pieces and made six Horcruxes."
John stepped forward and slowly stepped on the child with the sole of his shoe, causing him to let out an extremely high-pitched scream.
"Horcruxes are immortal, Voldemort is immortal, and this is one of them. You are the seventh Horcrux."
Harry couldn't bear it, but when he heard John's words, he was shocked, "You mean, I am a Horcrux? But I don't know when..."
"Your scar." John interrupted him and said, "On the night your parents died, Voldemort died at the same time, and part of his soul entered your body."
John looked at Harry in disbelief, and he gave a fatal blow, "This means that as long as you live, Voldemort will not die."
"No one would have thought, not even Voldemort, that the savior would be his life-saving talisman, let alone know that the noble savior is the container of the most evil magic."
"I think Dumbledore might know that your death can be exchanged for Voldemort's death."
The words were heart-wrenching, and Harry couldn't bear to accept it and fell down on the bench.
John looked at the train approaching in the distance. The whistle of the train came with smoke.
Harry looked back and asked doubtfully again: "What is that?"
"The arrival of an old friend."
John looked at the train and smiled.
The train stopped at the station and the doors opened.
Harry was a little confused and asked, "Should we go up, or not?"
"Of course you have to go up," John glanced at the child at his feet and said, "Take your ticket."
Harry looked at the child with disgust, he had no choice.
This place is too weird. If John can't follow him, he may never be able to go back in his life.
Picking up the child, the red color looked like someone had peeled off the skin.
It also felt slippery when he picked it up, which made Harry sick, and it was difficult to pick up.
John didn't take it seriously and walked to the car door and shouted to Harry, "You'd better hurry up, it's almost closing."
"Here we come." Harry felt excited and picked up the child.
Harry walked in just before the train closed.
He saw John walking in one direction and he hurriedly followed.
"Where does this lead?"
John glanced at Harry, thought of something, and snapped his fingers.
The clothes on his body turned into gorgeous robes, and there was an extra bow on the collar around Harry's neck.
"We are going to meet the beginning of the story and the end of the story."
John was walking in front, the train had already started, and the swaying car body was extremely stable under John's feet.
Harry was still holding the child in one hand and was stumbling along.
Passing by a carriage, there was no one inside.
It wasn't until two more sessions that I saw the first person.
Harry looked very strange when he saw the man.
There was obviously no one else, but that person was wearing a cloak like an invisibility cloak, with a hood on his head.
He couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but he instinctively felt strange.
Because John said, this place is a wandering realm beyond life and death.
Why is there anyone here?
"We meet again," the hooded man spoke. Harry couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman. "I seem to see you."
John walked over and sat down opposite the man.
Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed and sat down.
"That's probably because you read it right," John said with a shrug, "I thought there would be a lot of people like you there."
"Haha," the hooded man let out a deep laugh, "This is not a good job. Not many people like to do it."
"Dealing with death is never a good thing." The hooded man raised his head slightly.
Harry tried hard to look, but still couldn't see anything under the black hood.
"It's a stupid thing for you to wake up the dead, John Wick." The hooded man obviously didn't do anything, but the child in Harry's arms was breathing harder.
It's like dying in the next second.
John raised his hand and waved it in front of Harry, sighing and saying: "You have to collect money before the transaction has started. It's so unethical..."
"grim Reaper."
...
Some people died, but not completely...
