Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "Professor Snape?"

In the unmanned corridor, Snape and Maca paced back and forth. On the way, Maca only shouted, seeing that Snape did not respond, he would not say more, just follow his steps.

Just judging by the route, Snape should take him to the principal's office.

When the two reached the headmaster's door through the escalator, Snape paused, then pulled out his wand and clicked the closed door.

Soon, the door of the principal's office, which was obviously locked, opened swiftly as the authorities rang.

Seeing Snape stepping forward, Maca followed immediately. Just as soon as he stepped on the floor of the principal's room, his eyes were attracted by the flame-like red.

It was the Phoenix Fox, standing on the bird stand as usual, lowering his head casually, and gently arranging the feathers under his wings with his pointed beak.

Usually used to Fox's Maca, this time staring at it for a few more glances, a strange look appeared on his face.

"Professor Snape is here, what should I say?" Marka turned and looked back at Snape, who was standing at the principal's desk with his back to him, "Next It's bound to be busy in the next few days, and you know it. "

"Ok."

Snap snorted slightly, then turned around and handed the small glass tube to Maca.

"Dumbledore, I'll give this to you."

Maca heard the words, reached out to take over, and looked at them.

In that small glass tube, there were some pure silver floes inside, tangled up.

"This is ... memory?"

He has never seen such a materialized memory, so it seems hesitant.

"Probably!" Snape said lightly. "Dumbledore left no explanation."

"Professor ..." Maca shook the glass tube and looked up at Snape. "How did Dumbledore's death return ... No, I want to ask, did Dumbledore die? dead?"

"Did you not check it yourself?" Snape didn't respond positively.

"But—" Maca glanced at the Phoenix Fox on the shelf, and looked at the glass tube in her hand, frowning. "Before that, I still felt vaguely that Dumbledore was on the road of magic. Another step ... how could he be like this ... "

"I know the reason for his death. It is nothing more than trying to convey the news of his own death." Snape casually said, "You are not stupid, should you be able to figure it out?"

After Snape mentioned that, Makad nodded thoughtfully.

Dumbledore's death was a sudden surprise to everyone. This is true for yourself, and certainly for outsiders.

Don't look at Voldemort speaking so easily in the stone room, but if anyone asked him, would you dare to attack Hogwarts Castle now? He might take the first time to kill the stupid who asked the question.

Whether Albus Dumbledore is dead or alive, he is enough to make people dare not act rashly. This is the powerful power accumulated by the greatest white wizard of our time.

When Snape was thinking, Snape waved and pointed at the glass tube in his hand.

"As for his true thoughts, I haven't been able to figure it out anyway. Let me say ... look at what he left for you! Perhaps there is a clue in it, doesn't it?"

In fact, as soon as Dumbledore's topic was mentioned, Snape seemed impatient.

Although he was indeed a double-sided spy that Dumbledore installed on Voldemort's side, he and Dumbledore were only maintained through a certain transaction.

Now that Dumbledore was dead, Snape's thoughts were more complicated.

"... too."

Maca took the glass tube in her hand, sighed softly, and walked directly to the cabinet where the meditation basin was placed.

"Come to my office after watching it," Snape said as he walked toward the door. "I'm not comfortable talking here."

Watching the slowly closing door of the principal's room, Maca shook her head slightly, then reached out to open the cabinet door.

The silver light of the meditation basin soon diffused out of the cabinet. Maca unplugged the oak stopper from the glass tube, poured the pure silver floc inside, and spun out her palm and shook it over the shallow basin.

The floes quickly melted away under the action of magic.

When Maca saw this, she immediately lowered her head and pierced her face into the silver like water.

...

hazy.

The first thing Maca felt was a haze like being in the steam or a thick mist.

Nothing can be seen, nothing can be felt.

He can't feel his weight, and he doesn't have various sensory feedback. Only "feel" can clearly discover his own existence.

Suddenly, he felt like "seeing" something-it was a looming figure, walking slowly towards him.

Step by step, it doesn't matter, it's as if going on a purposeless journey.

With each step of that figure, the kind of "haze" around him will flow and converge into a real scene.

This is in Maca's "horizon", as if he saw a very wide oil painting, slowly approaching him. In that dreamlike oil painting, every varnish is continuously extending and spreading.

As the scene became more complete, Maca soon discovered that it was a western street covered in a thin layer of snow.

The weather seems to be nighttime, and the street lamps along the street are lit, and the faint light is much brighter under the reflection of white snow.

On both sides of the street, the doors and windows of the scattered houses were mostly closed, and the curtains were not opened.

As Maca looked at the more complete scene in front of her, the illusory figure gradually became clearer.

Long white beard with white hair, silver-gray ground robes, vicissitudes of wrinkles ... and those blue eyes that are always hidden behind the half-moon lens.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Maca wanted to talk, but found that she couldn't even find her mouth.

Dumbledore came slowly, standing still in Maca's consciousness.

"Maca, you are here ..."

He opened his mouth with a smile, but Maca's side only felt that Dumbledore's voice sounded directly in his consciousness.

"Well, isn't this place wonderful?" Dumbledore said gently, "You don't need to speak ... because you can't speak, I can't hear it ..."

"I know you must have a lot of questions, but those are not important ... well, at least for me, it is not important anymore ..."

"Because your fetters with everyone, and your efforts for those fetters, allow me to be myself—the self who knows 'selfishness.'"

The meaning of Dumbledore's words made Marka understand.

Because of Maca's existence, Dumbledore finally had time to continue to understand the true meaning of magic, and went one step further smoothly.

"This irresponsible old man!"

After thinking about this, Maca couldn't help but want to roll his eyes and show him.

"You must be a little angry when you hear me say that, isn't it? Of course, then ..." Dumbledore had a playful smile on his face before he continued. "Then, I'll leave it alone. Tell you one thing you want to figure out right now ... "

"Well, if I'm mistaken, don't blame me ..." Dumbledore laughed. "Yeah, for you, I'm 'dead', I'm dead 'transparent'."

"But for myself, I obviously haven't 'dead' ... or, I'm still a long way from the true 'death'!"

When Maca heard it, she suddenly hesitated, then immediately "looked around" again. But the surrounding scenes are no different from the "real" in his cognition, and he can't see anything famous.

"Limbo?"

In Maca's consciousness, a strange and familiar word flashed.

In the magic world, this word has not existed since ancient times. This is a down-to-earth Muggle word. The so-called spiritual thin prison can be interpreted as "the edge of hell", which is the place closest to death.

But Maca didn't know that the concept itself originated from the magic world.

"It doesn't matter, it's okay, I called you this time to introduce you to this place ..." Dumbledore said softly, "Remember the phrase I always emphasized? For a wizard, death, Just another great adventure. "

"I have been looking for the door to‘ adventure ’, but there is something in my heart that keeps me out of relief ...”

Dumbledore said, as if he could see Maca, and looked towards him.

"But Maca ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Your presence made me gradually understand that the intricate ties are just that I am bothering myself. Watching every step you take, watching you Moving forward relentlessly, I knew where I was wrong. "

"So now, I am back on my path again-I am no longer entangled in past mistakes, no longer blame herself for Ariana's death, and no longer take Ariana's wish as my own wish ... ... "

"So, I can finally retire."

The "Arianna" in Dumbledore's mouth was his sister who had already died.

Although Maca knew that Dumbledore had been regretful of the events of that year, he did not expect that the strong and profound self-blame was the direct reason that made him the principal of Hogwarts.

"Aliana and I love the whole world, but I always understand that her and her 'love' have never been the same form."

When he said this, Dumbledore looked so glamorous, as if even that old look was decades younger.