HP Approaches the Magical World

It never occurred to Helga that Jon would be troubled by this kind of question.

However, she also felt that Jon had been troubled by these similar problems too many times during this period of time.

And this is a question worth thinking about.

Why is there so much trouble?

Does it matter if the world is the real world?

Even if this world is fake, wouldn't it be possible to live on?

These words cannot be said directly to Jon, so Helga asked that question.

...

"This space may be real."

Jon replied truthfully, of course he knew in his heart that this was just a fictional space created by magic power. According to the normal understanding of reality, this space is of course not real.

But Jon was in this space, and there was really no way to say the three words untrue.

In this world, the feedback of the soul is the most real. Jon's soul is in this space and feeds back real information to him. He has no way to give a negative answer to the question of the legendary witch.

"now it's right."

Helga smiled kindly:

"Whether it's a space or the world, as long as you think it's real, then it's fine.

Why worry about whether the world is real or not?

That doesn't matter at all, what matters is what you think.

The truth we are talking about is actually just how the world gives you feedback information and how you process the information.

As long as you believe that these are real, then these things have meaning, and this place where you exist is worth fighting for. "

The witch paused, and then said: "Even if it's fighting for yourself, it's better than doing nothing."

"Okay, I probably understand."

Jon nodded.

In fact, he didn't understand anything.

It was mainly what Helga said, and what he said was not a problem at all.

Helga is arguing with him that this world is real, or she is helping Jon understand that this world is real, but the question Jon is thinking about is whether this world is unique.

"Of course there is only one in this world."

Hearing Helga's voice suddenly, Jon raised his head in astonishment.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to."

Helga expressed frankly: "This is a side effect of my research on the essence of the soul recently. As long as you are by my side, your strongest thoughts at a certain moment will be unnaturally read by me. , but I have found a way to suppress this side effect, and it will be fine in a few days."

"?!"

Jon had no expression on his face, and knocked out a question mark in his heart.

"Oh, what don't you understand? It's just that I have researched a new magic, but I haven't found a way to turn off this magic yet."

"Okay, this magic is really convenient."

Jon blinked, and a thought continued to flash through his mind.

"Don't dream, you can't learn this magic, your level is not enough, after you graduate from Hogwarts, maybe you can."

"According to my progress—" Jon squeezed his fingers and calculated: "I will have reached the level of a scholar by the time I graduate."

"No hurries."

Helga glanced at Jon: "Can you learn magic while I'm here?"

"..."

Interrupted by Helga,

Jon almost forgot what he was thinking just now, and he quickly brought the topic back to where he was just now: "You said just now that this world is unique, is there any basis for it?"

"What basis do you want? I have seen it with my own eyes."

Helga calmly sat on the swing and swayed back and forth: "In our era, there were still many advantages to being promoted to a legend, such as being able to enter the [Deep Blue Sea] at any time, and for example, you can take a look at this The true face of the world."

Jon stretched out his hand to grab it, and a dozen grasses grew like crazy among the grass on the ground, and then weaved a seat in mid-air, and then he sat on it, obediently putting on a posture of listening attentively.

"How should I put it, I understand the parallel world theory you just mentioned, but this theory is a bit... unserious."

Helga didn't seem to know how to explain this thing, so she could only say one sentence.

She stretched out her hand and drew a line in front of Jon's eyes, outlining a square chessboard, and then flicked her fingers lightly, the chessboard fluctuated up and down, and a large number of small pits were sunken out.

"This is the parallel world you mentioned."

Helga threw a small pebble-like object into it, and then the small spherical object split itself, revealing the tentacles and growing roots inside.

"If we say that the beginning of the birth of the world is a point, then we can describe it as a... that is what the Muggles call a [cell]."

She waved and those roots started to grow.

"The root system you see now is the possibility of this [cell] growing, and the small protrusions that have not grown are the possibility that this [cell] may die when it develops."

"But, is this a world?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

Helga asked rhetorically: "You know, since it exists, it must be called a world."

The witch waved again. This time, the roots grew faster.

Several vine-like things were entangled together as they grew, and began to look like a trunk, while the rest of the root systems stagnated somewhere at different times.

Jon stared at the chessboard closely. He knew that this was Helga helping him understand the true face of the world, a process that could not be skipped.

Those [vines] became more and more tangled, and countless [possibilities] filled the gaps, turning this [big tree] into an extremely strange shape.

It's like the lower part of the alien spaceship I saw in my previous life.

The bottom is only supported by a little connection with the foundation, like a top, but it does not spin. The whole shape looks not only weird, but also precarious.

It's not hard to imagine,

Once there is a little error in a certain place, the [world] extended by the [basic cells] will collapse immediately,

If there is life in it,

Then, for these beings,

This is the so-called catastrophe.

"So, see now."

Helga said in a timely manner: "The theory you just said is not reasonable at all."