rps+Tomie] NOT+REAL?

In the end, Jamie managed to break into the room of the "good young man"—there was no magic or violence, and the door was opened automatically, or in other words, it was opened automatically...

So Toby, who was pursing his lips and flipping through a notebook, was amazed to see the heroic figure of the man who boasted that he "has no father or mother, and lives in a foreign country", falling among the broken wood and sawdust.

"Ahem... Believe me... I didn't do anything and it just shattered..."

Before Jamie got up, he hurriedly explained, with a slightly aggrieved tone.

"Who would have thought that the door of Albus Dumbledore's room would be like tofu dregs? It can't be photographed twice... Don't it be torn apart and repaired too many times before it can't be repaired?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Facing those wide-open eyes full of innocence, Toby leaned forward and backward with a smile, secretly boasting that this door is sensible and knows how to take revenge for its owner.

And taking advantage of this time, Jamie has already climbed up from the wreckage of the door, giving himself a "clean up", and another "restored" debris thrown to the ground.

"Hmm...it looks better this way."

Under the light of the spell, the wooden door quickly recovered, and it became brand new and strong again. Jamie muttered, propping the door with one hand and akimbo with the other, the old god looked at Toby from the ground, and Toby was also looking at him.

Then, how much expectation did he catch in the other party's eyes?

Then, he staggered and almost fell down—the door that had just been repaired cracked again...

Toby looked satisfied.

"Come on, how old are you? Don't be stubborn, I'm wrong, it's okay..."

"It's not my fault, believe me, I didn't do anything."

Toby spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, and the notebook lying on his knees was covered with neat and beautiful handwriting.

"This poor door was cast by Grindelwald with a...little curse. It is impossible to completely restore it to its original state. Either replace it with a brand new one, or...use it carefully."

He picked up the open notebook and raised it.

"Dumbledore's... diary?"

Jamie saw the date on the page with sharp eyes, and his interest was immediately aroused. Leaving the poor room door alone, he went straight to pick up the large brown book and started to read it.

"To be precise...it's not a diary, it's like a research note, with some notes and essays."

"Wow, I can remember this in detail... Everything is detailed... You have to know the few notebooks I have over there, either black magic or a plan to conquer the world..."

"Grindelwald? It sounds like a secondary..."

"Didn't that kidnap the meticulous Dumbledore? Speaking of which, Dumbledore contributed a lot of his ideas...uh...actually, it's a bit secondary."

Jamie subconsciously defended Grindelwald, suddenly realizing that it was unnecessary.

"But won't it be hard to find if you remember so many things?"

"How come, this is Dumbledore's diary!"

Toby pulled the book back, closed it, and silently read a sentence to the brown soft leather cover with some admiration and a little air.

The thick cover opened with a "bang", and the thin and flexible parchment flipped as if blown by a gust of wind, and suddenly stopped on the middle page.

"...Getler mentioned the improvement of commonly used spells, and I have to admit that the effect is really amazing-the little jinxes that children in the lower grades can master are comparable to ordinary black magic...Seeing that poor door After the end of the door, I'm so glad I stopped him and didn't let him use a modified version of the kitchen spell 'Flaying Curse' on the goblins in the yard on a whim..."

Pushing the notes upright to Jamie's eyes with his backhand, Toby began to recite leisurely.

"Oh... what should I have thought of... the principle is similar to the permanent magic of retrieval?"

"Hmm... have you seen it?"

For such a calm reaction, Toby was a little disappointed.Although he knew that the principle was not complicated, he was quite excited when he actually came into contact with the real thing.

"Yeah, I saw it in Bathilda's memory. One of her bookshelves also has this kind of magic. You know, she needs to refer to a lot of materials when writing the history of magic..."

Probably because of the experience of shadow hunters for half a month, the shock brought to Jamie by magic and magic items is indeed not as strong as that of Toby when he first came into contact with them-he only squinted his eyes and answered casually, mixed with Surprised, admired and envious eyes turned to Toby.

"You just flipped through it and memorized everything? What kind of memory is this!"

"I……"

Toby froze.

That's right... what kind of memory is this?He just flipped through it and glanced briefly, and everything he saw was clearly printed in his memory like laser printing.

"I... I don't know..."

After holding back for a long time, I just said this.

"I used to have a good memory, but I really don't have this..."

Toby couldn't give a reasonable explanation for this either—if he hadn't been awakened by Jamie, he didn't know when he would realize the changes in himself.

"...Travel benefits? Just like I can still use the ability of the shadow hunter..."

Seeing Toby's ignorant look, Jamie also frowned and began to think.

"It seems that your body in the previous world...that...Nemo? It's also a bit unusual..."

"...Is that so..."

Mentioning Nemo, Toby suddenly had some understanding in his mind—he seemed to understand the "Man with No Surname" in which he participated in the past—it turned out that he thought that the multiple choice and rewind There are no special abilities.

"...a child forgotten by the forgotten angel... what MrNobody has... is just the ability not to forget... he remembered his fate in the previous cycle, so he made different choices at important turning points... changed himself in the new cycle Fate in..."

In the sci-fi time and space that loops like a pendulum between the Big Bang and the end of the world, everyone has experienced life over and over again. The difference between Nemo is that he will not forget, so he has accumulated countless Memories of different life versions - each of which actually happened.

"Although I don't understand...but it sounds very powerful."

Jamie was at a loss, and only understood a "ability not to forget".

"It seems to be a very good ability... However, I can't forget the important and pleasant things, and I can't let go of those bad memories... It seems that it's not so fun anymore?"

"It doesn't matter...I just want to be thankful that I'm out of that...horrible sci-fi spacetime...I'm not interested in experiencing life over and over again!"

Regardless of whether the other party understood something, Toby held his head and just poured out.A thick notebook slipped to the ground.

"Nemo is a true portrayal of hopelessness in life. No matter how you choose, you will inevitably be sad...Even if it is an ordinary life, repeating it a dozen times is enough to make people collapse...The magic world must not have that kind of time and space. Repeated operations..."

Jamie, who was still confused, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak well. He sighed and sat down next to Toby.He leaned over to pick up the note and put it aside, gently pulled those slender and soft hands from between the reddish-brown hair, and held them in his own.

"I will always be with you... I am not and can only be with you... Well, with me, you won't have any bad memories to forget."

Listening to the addictive magnetic bass talking nonsense illogically in his ears, Toby couldn't help laughing-in fact, he just accidentally spit out a few more words-after all, he didn't really experience any "multi-version The sad reminder of fate", just thinking about it is a little scary.

Turning his head, he saw that man's unruly edges and corners were just pasted to his ear, and his light blue eyes were full of seriousness.

He lost all self-control—or, perhaps, completely gave up control of his body—and faced him on his back.

Why, this attraction is so fatal?

The pink and delicate lips touched together lightly, ashamed of the most delicate and bright summer flowers blooming in the valley.It was only a shallow peck, but it seemed as if the seal of Pandora's box had been broken, and the last layer of tulle had been removed...

The ups and downs of the heartbeat and breathing almost blend together, the white teeth and the bright red tongue are even more lingering and indistinguishable from each other.Under the tightly pressed skin, the blood that has long been connected as one surges with surging blood vessels.For now...and forever, they belong to each other with all their hearts...

The author has something to say: (After reading various interpretations of "The Man Without a Surname", I personally feel that the one that can hold water the most involves several theories. Unfortunately, I forgot where I saw it...

And finally... sorry...but╮(￣▽￣"")╭I don’t have a driver’s license~

What kind of spirit and what kind of encouragement do I have when I come back from evening classes across campuses?