Hogwarts Archmage

Esther was wandering in this starry sky where up, down, left and right could not be distinguished. Her hand casually touched a star, and the planetary crocodiles in the entire star system began to shake around.

"These are the stars we see... they look fragile."

"Yes and no."

Margaery walked slowly to her side: "Perhaps more than ten years ago, before we came, these planets were indeed the stars that people on earth looked up to, but now..."

She clicked on Esther's eyes: "Look carefully."

Esther didn't know what she wanted to see, but she still focused her mental and physical strength on her eyes and looked at the stars again.

This time, she made some different discoveries.

As far as the eye can see, there is a huge monster hidden inside almost every star, and there are also countless groups of strange creatures under the surface of the planet.

"what is this?"

"These are all the strong men left over from the previous reincarnation." Margery pointed to the black hole in the center of the large galaxy.

"And the subordinates of the strong." She pointed to the black hole in the center of the small galaxy.

"The family of the strong." This time it refers to the stars.

Finally, she pointed at the planets and said, "There are also the dependent clans of the dependent clans."

Esther frowned: "The last reincarnation...was it so lively?"

"You want to say scary, right?" Margery smiled and continued, "The last reincarnation was the era of the strong. Countless foreign gods, indigenous gods, native races, and capable people emerged in large numbers. It was chaotic, disorderly, but... There’s so much connection to each other.”

"What you said is somewhat contradictory."

"It was originally a very contradictory reincarnation. The last reincarnation was a dream."

Margaery casually gestured toward the endless starry sky: "These guys originally only existed in dreams. They should have disappeared after waking up from the dream. It was me who took them out of the spiritual sea..."

"It was Ma En's dream."

"Who else could it be? Who else is worthy?"

Esther casually crushed a star, took out a fox-shaped monster that couldn't move, but could clearly feel the trembling, and played with it. He looked at Margaery and said, "Can you answer me a question?"

Margaery directly answered the question she didn't ask: "I am the omniscient, all-knowing, all-powerful, his nanny, heir, everything he needs...as long as he needs it, because I exist depending on his existence, This is not only me, but also your future destination, but you won’t be as lonely as me because you have me by your side.”

"Why don't you tell Hermione about this? Don't say it's just a coincidence that I'm here."

She let out a long breath, looked at the girl in front of her with the same hair color as herself and said, "Because I'm not sure if she will go with us. Hermione is different."

"What's the difference?"

"She was a human being and she remains a human being even now."

Esther was silent for a while: "You just said that you are omniscient and omnipotent."

"of course."

"Then why didn't you know she would leave with us regardless."

"Because Hermione is Marne's wife, I can't see through her thoughts...Actually, the same goes for you."

"What is Marne?"

"It's everything."

****

Margaery was making tea when Hermione dragged her tired body downstairs. When she saw her, she smiled: "She looks a lot more relaxed."

Hermione directly picked up the teapot and took a few sips, then wiped her mouth: "I think I need an explanation."

"What's the explanation?" Margaery asked a little confused.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Margaery, stop pretending to be innocent. You know what I'm asking about. Those people in New York City and their clones..."

"Just this little thing?"

"Is this a small thing? What do you think is a big deal... Wait, you guys didn't do anything more terrible, right?"

"No." Margery said firmly.

Looking at Hermione in front of her with a look of disbelief, she emphasized again: "Really not."

Hermione didn't believe it even more: "I don't understand you...you should talk about New York City first."

"It's very simple. As long as you win, everything will be back on track."

"But the people at that time are no longer the people they are now. These people now...you want to destroy them?"

Margaery poured herself a cup of tea: "People are indeed not those people anymore, but their thoughts are still there. Don't worry, what will be destroyed will only be empty bodies... provided that you can win."

"I don't understand, Margaery."

Hermione tried her best to calm herself down and then continued, "Why are you doing this and what is the purpose? It doesn't seem to be good for you."

"I said, this is a game, what is the role of the game?"

"But these are millions of living lives..."

"Ha! Millions of lives!"

Margery laughed as if she had heard something funny.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she stopped looking at Hermione's confused eyes and spread her left hand in front of Hermione.

One after another, white and slightly fluorescent small bubbles continued to rise in the palm of her hand. They floated and accumulated in her hand.

Margaery gently held the bubbles and played with them for a while: "You feel sorry for them just because this is the world you come from, and they are all living people with thoughts and so-called feelings..."

Hermione nodded: "This is one of the reasons and the main reason."

"Then guess, how many small worlds are there? How many so-called millions of lives are there in these small worlds? How many of these countless groups are intelligent beings with feelings?"

Margaery stretched out her hand in front of Hermione, and after confirming that she could see the small bubble in her hand, she slowly said: "These are some imperfect worlds I created in my spare time, but I have to admit that there are indeed some elements in them. life…"

"What do you want to say?"

Margaery's beautiful hand began to slowly shrink inward: "Hermione, do you think if I hold it hard, how many thousands of New York City will be destroyed?"

After saying that, she thought about it and said: "Let's do this, you make a choice, continue this game, or..."

She waved her hand in front of Hermione: "I will crush them, and this game in New York will stop immediately. Not only that, I will also banish the stars and keep them away from this world."

"This…"

Hermione choked.

When Margaery stretched out her hand just now, although she couldn't see what was inside the bubble, she could clearly feel the countless knowledge that was being continuously generated and recorded inside.

There is no doubt that there is indeed intelligent life here, and this is not Margaery's nonsense.

On one side is the world she came from, and on the other side are billions or even trillions of lives. Hermione has a hard time making a choice. She is not a Virgin, but she is not a devil either.

After a long time, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "You win, Margaery."