Forget

What Qiu said was right, even if it had been modified, the spell would not be difficult.At least that was the case for Harry.

It is surrounded by layers of high platforms, so high that the top cannot be seen.There are countless doors, large and small, on the high platform on each floor, some of which can even clearly see the pattern on the door, while others are hidden in the mist, quietly, bright or dark.

Is this the illusion created by Draco?

Harry's feeling is hard to describe, it's a bit like entering a Pensieve, but it's also a little different.As for the difference, he couldn't tell. Harry lowered his head, and he could see his feet, standing on a piece of emptiness and darkness, and beneath his feet was a deep void, like a huge black hole, unfathomable.

Harry took a step forward.He saw his feet move across the darkness of the void, but he didn't feel even a hint of reality.So he stopped, raised his head and continued to observe the surroundings.

This place looks like a huge space, but there is nothing there except those silent doors.Qiu said that those created illusions, like memories, exist in the mind of the subject.She also said that the human brain is a rather miraculous and complex structure, even if it can be penetrated deeply, finding the required information is like finding a needle in a haystack.The reason why Legilimency works is because this spell completely omits the process of "searching". It completely turns the human brain over like pouring beans from a sack, and uses an extremely violent method to make all the information available. exposed.

But Harry couldn't fully use this spell, he couldn't hurt Draco, he could only "search" slowly until he found the corner where Draco's remaining consciousness existed.

He carefully observed these countless doors again.

Harry has never seen what it looks like in other people's minds, but he has seen the memories of many people - those memories were once part of the mind - those memories, true or false, are all noisy and shaking, making Harry had always thought that all memories were supposed to be that way.But here, it's completely different.It was very quiet and calm here, and Harry couldn't feel any emotional fluctuations from the subject at all.

——Draco has become a very restrained person.

For some reason, this idea suddenly jumped into Harry's mind.He wanted to find Draco's consciousness quickly, he didn't know where it was hidden, but he had to find it.He even wanted to push those doors one by one. He didn't know how much time it would take, but he couldn't think of any other way.

So Harry headed for the nearest door.Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, suddenly a ray of light slanted in from the side.The sudden light made Harry squint his eyes.He turned his head and looked over, and saw that not far away, a door slowly opened by itself, and the light was shining from the door.

——You should go to that door.

Harry thought so.In fact, he never thought of other possibilities at all.He was in Draco's mind, and he was willing to trust Draco.A door opened there, and of course he wanted to go in.

And he did.He took his hand off the doorknob and walked towards the open door.When one foot stepped into the light, he couldn't help but look back.The high platforms behind them all collapsed silently in an instant.All the doors, falling from slabs of various heights, some large and ornate wooden doors, some iron doors wrapped around bars, and the one he was trying to open just now, Harry even saw it A locked door was covered in a layer of black mist so that it could not be seen clearly. All the doors fell down and fell into the emptiness of darkness just under the feet.

Harry panicked.He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know whether he should keep going in, or get out quickly.But before he finished thinking about this question, the door he just walked in was closed tightly behind him.

Harry tried to push twice, and his palm passed through the door, but he couldn't get his body completely through the door and walk out.This is so weird.

Harry turned around, the light had slowly faded away.But this place is different from the darkness that was suppressed just now, this place is very bright, Harry tried to move forward, and as his steps advanced, more entities bloomed from his feet, and quickly spread out to the surroundings.When Harry stopped, he could see that he was in a vast grassland.Above the head is the blue sky, white clouds, and under the feet is the lush grassland full of vitality.There seemed to be shrubs and scattered trees in the distance, and he almost thought that he had really broken into the grassland.

Not far away is a small hillside.A figure emerged from the sunken shadow: "I thought you wouldn't come."

Harry opened his mouth, but he found that he couldn't make a sound.So he ran two steps, bypassed the small hill, and walked into the shadow on the back of the hill. Draco was already lying back, arms folded behind his head, looking sideways at him.The sunlight leaked sporadically on his face, almost blending with the light blond hair.His gray eyes were full of smiles, or in other words, the corners of his eyebrows and every inch of his skin were filled with a warm smile.He smiled and looked at the people running over.

"Of course I knew you'd come." Draco smiled, in a soft, friend-to-friend voice that Harry had never heard before. "What will happen in my fantasy, I know best."

Harry still couldn't make a sound, he didn't know why Draco's consciousness could see him, but he had another problem, he still remembered what Cho had warned him, and he mouthed exaggeratedly: You know this is an illusion?

"Of course I do." Draco thought he was a little weird. "The illusion created by everyone actually exists in their minds, whether it is deep or shallow. Unlike others, my ability to control the illusion is much stronger than theirs. ——Why do you ask the question? What? That's weird. I don't remember making an image that allowed them to be sentient - or was the Savior so powerful that even a created image could be made more realistic?"

However, Draco's question obviously didn't require Harry to answer.Because he continued on without hesitation: "But who knows, I thought you would appear from the beginning, but I have been waiting here for so long, so long that I thought you would never appear, and you It’s here. ——What does it matter? Whether it’s realistic or not, it doesn’t matter whether you have the so-called consciousness or not, at least you still appear here.”

"Harry." Draco called softly.Then he paused for a moment before continuing. "Of course I know you're not him, what is he really doing now? - probably resenting me. Thinking about it, this is the most successful thing I've ever done." Draco laughed softly , as if remembering a very pleasant thing. "However, I thought his resentment towards me had reached the point where I could control his image from appearing in my vision. To be honest, I was really sad for a little while." Draco stopped laughing. "I understand the potion I made. I know that the final illusion of everyone who takes the potion is actually very beautiful. It's just that when I come to myself, it doesn't mean much. I thought I would wait here forever , until this bare illusion is broken, and then I can finally die." Draco's tone was flat as if he was talking about an unrelated matter, and he soon became distressed again. "But you appeared again, I thought, maybe you have to leave before the illusion is shattered. The appearance of people who die after taking medicine is really ugly, I don't want you to see me like that, whether it's real you or fake you ,Will not work."

—You will not die.

Harry said softly in his heart.He couldn't make a sound, but he felt that Draco's mind was in good spirits, so he sat down next to Draco.

——Besides, I don't hate you either.

Draco said nothing more.He even closed his eyes leisurely.

——This is a constructed illusion.

Harry told himself that more than once.But this feeling is too comfortable.There are only two people who can lie quietly on the soft grass.The weather is fine, sometimes there is a little wind, just like every lazy and warm afternoon.They can be free, stay quietly like familiar people, thinking about their own things, or like good friends, chatting or making a scene, or like lovers, whispering some gentle words of love... …

"I love you."