harry potter book of crimes

"Hermione... and Luna, you are here too... no, I should say, you are here too." Harry said this and looked around again, "This... is that side

The world after the mirror?”

Just like the change of vision, Harry turned his head and realized that Luna and Hermione were actually still beside him. It was not sudden at all.

Even at this moment, the hazy white color around them gradually begins to change, giving people a feeling that this is how it should be. Even if the underlying rationality in the heart may not approve it, it is surprisingly easy to accept it.

Look! There should be a huge arched glass roof above the head, and the sun seems to be shining through from the outside; the originally empty white under the feet has gradually become gray and black, and the texture is getting closer to the concrete floor.

And in front, there seems to be a railway extending slowly towards both sides on the concave straight road... Or maybe it is already there, but you just noticed its existence?

"The platform at King's Cross Station?"

Harry stomped his feet hard on the ground with some uncertainty, but the force that came back was real.

"wrong!"

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 remember it wrong? This is Heathgate Road, Heathgate Road, Hampstead Garden Suburb, the one in front of my house

The road... you see, there is a slightly arched crack on the side here. Every time I go out, I can see it within a few steps!"

As she was speaking, she suddenly turned her head and found that behind her, there had been a row of familiar houses with red bricks, brown tiles and white lattice windows - she could even recognize which neighbor's house each belonged to.

"That means..." Harry was stunned, and then he and Hermione looked at Luna not far away.

"Well," Luna nodded slightly, then reached out and pointed to the opposite side of the railway ahead, "That's a Muggle street in London. I've been there and had delicious cream pastries.

"

Sure enough, following Luna's finger and looking over there, there were densely arranged Muggle shops there. However, they were all closed, which made the bustling feeling of the Muggle world fade away.

Not a lot, but it seems a little deserted.

"That seems to be near Covent Garden, right? I've been there a few times...but why is it Christmas?" Hermione said subconsciously.

At a glance, she saw that the windows and doors of those shops were more or less decorated with holly garlands and mistletoe. But of course, the most eye-catching ones were the colorful Christmas trees, large and small.

After a short pause, Hermione put aside this unimportant question for the time being, and immediately turned to:

"In short, these should all be based on the scenes that are more impressive in our memories, right? The memories of each of the three of us account for a part... Although it seems to be forcibly pieced together, what is incredible is that even if the consciousness

At this point, I don’t seem to find them obtrusive at all!”

Hermione was just wondering! But she heard Harry suddenly let out a light sigh, and then said hurriedly:

"Wait! Where is Miss Geofine? Shouldn't she be 'coming' with us? And... Maka? Where did Maka go?"

Before they finished speaking, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded around the three of them, and at the same time, a familiar voice came.

"I am here."

As their eyes turned hurriedly, Maka'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 and can only walk on crutches, but the appearance of a genuine Maka. Just like his voice when he just spoke, it is calm but no longer dull, it is everyone's.

The most familiar and unpretentious voice in my memory.

The clothes he was wearing now were more or less puzzling - they were something neither Hermione nor Harry had ever seen before. They were an old set, and the corners had been washed away.

Muggle clothing.

"Oh, do you care about my clothes?" Maka said, lowering her head to take a look at herself, and tugged on the slightly wrinkled corners of her clothes, "This is what I often wore before I went to Hogwarts.

A set of clothes, at that time, I always thought it was a little too small! Now here, it has become just right to wear..."

They listened and looked Maka up and down a few more times, and then Hermione asked again:

"Maka, Safina, she——"

"It's okay, I'll see her soon!" Before Hermione could finish asking, Maka replied, "She's different from you."

"Then what should we do now?" Seeing that Maka did not continue to explain, Hermione thought about it and asked again.

Upon hearing this, Maka immediately shrugged and gestured towards the still white end of the railway ahead:

"Just wait until the train pulls into the station!"

I don’t know if Maka knew that a train was coming, or if the train was actually caused by Maka’s words. In short, as soon as he said these words, a rumbling sound came from that direction from far to near.

Came over.

The train is really 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 neatness lingered around the car body, making the whole train seem to be shuttled from a dream, with a sense of confusion.

With truth.

Not long ago, everyone just took a ride on it, and it was obviously difficult to get familiar with it.

"Is this... our shared memory?" Hermione couldn't help but murmured as she looked at the train slowly stopping in front of her.

Maka smiled and nodded.

"Yes, that's it... let's go! Get in the car!"

After that, he took the lead and walked towards the Hogwarts Express that had just stabilized, and boarded one of the nearest carriages.

When Hermione and others saw this, they immediately followed.

After the four of them had entered a box and sat down, the train started moving again, slowly heading forward...

The scenery outside the car window began to turn white again, becoming a bit hazy, as if it was returning to the hazy white state at the beginning. But after the previous stations, houses and shops completely receded, it did not completely return to pure white.

, but ultimately maintained in a flowing gray-white state.

It was as if the steam from the front of the train was gradually enveloping the entire train, making all the scenery outside the window blurry.

Then, even the scene inside the carriage began to fade away...

I don’t know how long it took, but at least it didn’t feel like it was too long, and the surrounding scenery became clear again.

Soon, everyone saw an extremely huge black stone monument appearing in front of them, standing not far away.