harry potter book of crimes

"vomit--"

The stomach bag is twitching.

The gastric juice that surged up in his throat carried an unspeakable sour odor, lingering between his mouth and nose. The filth fell down, splashing with heavy echoes in this extremely empty cave, and accumulated in Chengdu.

Thousands of years of dust slowly spread on the ground.

In fact, there is nothing to vomit at all, but I still feel nauseous and I just can’t stop...

"Cough cough cough, vomit——"

"Pooh."

Forcibly suppressing the throat that was still about to move, and casually spitting out the saliva and acid remaining in her mouth, Maka took two steps to the side, then leaned against a boulder and slowly slid her body to the ground.

He wiped his mouth vigorously, turned his head and said "poof", 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 has no intention of receding at all, and the vomiting just now has intensified the pain. This makes Maka completely unable to speak to herself, so she can only simply say it in her mind like this

Just think about it.

The surrounding environment was a bit dark, just a little better than the previous castle. The glass bottle containing the condensed sand was placed on a stone not far away, and the dim light could reach it.

is the range of vision at this moment.

Other than that, it was all pitch black, and there was an indescribable feeling of loneliness here.

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

"Well."

A moment's rest did not make Maka feel any better. Not long after, another strong feeling of nausea suddenly emerged, with an uncontrollable momentum.

He hurriedly turned around and propped himself up on the ground, and then...

"vomit--"

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

"At least it will stain less clothes."

Thinking like this, suddenly there was a sudden tremor in the depths of her soul. Maka felt her vision go dark, and finally fainted.

…

wake up.

Go to sleep and wake up.

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

We seem to have been repeating this process all our lives. There will be no discrimination or controversy. Whether we are 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 space between the slowly opened eyelids is gradually filled with misty white;

In the ears... no, maybe the same goes for external perception at the spiritual level. Maka felt that she seemed to "hear" something - it was some kind of noisy zombie whimpering, but it didn't seem to exist.

"Um?"

He was lying face down, in a slightly awkward posture. When he fainted in the cave before, if he had fallen to the ground like that, that would be what he would have looked like... and it was still the same now.

He paused, then used his hands to support his body and got up.

The surroundings are still white, hazy white, as if there is mist surging gently and slowly, flowing irregularly and spontaneously.

He knew that he should know this place.

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

Maka took a deep breath, squinted her eyes slightly and felt her body and soul - obviously, he had no body here, but only a soul.

Wouldn't it be much more comfortable without the physical pain and nausea? Even the pulling and concussive shocks originating from the depths of his soul seemed to be much "distant" from him.

Feeling relieved, the faint sound in his ears occupied most of Maka's attention. He "listened" carefully and found that the sound did exist, and... it seemed to have a source. .

"It seems to be behind..."

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

As Maka stepped forward, the surrounding white mist seemed to have finally changed. The color of the mist became slightly grayer, and it was still empty, but the atmosphere gradually became depressing, as if he had returned to the previous state. In a cave.

To be honest, the invisible "ground" underfoot has changed the most. With every step Maka takes, it becomes more and more concrete. It is a dry, hard, and dusty flat surface. On the floor, large tiles are staggered and spread out in all directions.

Finally, when the fog directly in front of him flowed and faded as he moved forward, a towering and huge black stone monument suddenly appeared in front of Maka, as if the sun had cleared through the clouds.

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

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

Since the size of this stone monument is too huge, and it is usually placed either in this cave or that cave, even Maka rarely has the opportunity to look at it with his own eyes without any hindrance.

Now it seems that it is really big!

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

“Is this the truth that the ‘alternatives’ are going to face?”

Suddenly, a voice sounded from beside Maka without any warning, and then it echoed leisurely in this dull gray with a piece of black.

But Maka didn't seem surprised or surprised by the arrival of this voice. After hearing these words, he nodded slightly.

"It's not completely, but...that's roughly it." He said, "Professor Dumbledore."

After saying this, Maka withdrew her gaze and turned around, looking at the old man who suddenly appeared next to her.

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

Everything remained unchanged, just as he remembered it.

"It seems that if I were not the one who carried out the so-called 'candidate' task, but you, the professor back then, 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 and said, "No one can replace you on this road - I can't, and neither can Rowena Ravenclaw. .Because it didn’t choose you, but you chose it..."

At this point, Dumbledore turned to look at Maka 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 giant monument again.

"This monument should be in the cave where I was before, but... I don't think this is still the same place." As he said this, he moved his eyes slightly downward and looked near the base of the monument. "After all, I don't have anything like this at my place!"