[HP] Illusion

Monday is always lively, whether it is a student or a professor, it is normal to jump around.Today is special again, because it is the last weekend of this term, and there are only three days left before the start of their Christmas break.The students who take it for granted are distracted and can't concentrate. They only think about having fun during the holidays. The quality of homework can be imagined, and some people even fail to hand it in before finishing it.Such emotions, of course, will have different effects on the professors.

The students are on vacation, so are the professors, and everyone seems to be beaming and energized on Monday, but then sparks hit the earth - for the last few days of the first semester our professor Porter has been Having learned enough lessons, this year Harry had already put on a straight face before leaving his office, and after entering the classroom, he tortured everyone to death with high intensity and thickness—if he was lucky, it would probably be It belongs to the first and fourth grades who have Defense Against the Dark Arts on Thursday and Friday, because last week Professor Potter has mercilessly smashed the holiday homework on their heads, so this week they will No need to confront Professor Potter.This made the two grades feel extremely fortunate. While they were greatly relieved, they couldn't help silently lighting the wax for the other grades.

At this time of year, the strictest person is not Professor McGonagall, but the savior they most admire and admire. The gap is inevitable, but after that, the name of Harry Potter still remains deeply in their hearts. Immortal.

Harry's goal this year: to make everyone think he's in a bad mood—

Anyone who wants to be dead comes to commit the crime at will, and he will let you know what real death is.

Facts have proved that this trick is very effective. Professor Porter, who turned into a ghost animal, finally succeeded in climbing to the top and trampled the trembling animals under his feet. However, after class, he was still surrounded and could not move.

——It has to be said that the charm of our Professor Potter can kill all restless teenagers from the three-year-old Snape to the 17-year-old adolescent. , when facing Hogwarts children, he dazzled everyone with his own radiant, hot, and shiny flash points.

After finally dealing with a group of children, Harry slumped, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and sat in the office in a daze.

There was a mess of parchment, lesson plans, textbooks, and stationery on his desk, and just looking at it gave him the urge to throw everything on the ground.

In fact, he is really not in a good mood today, there is no need to pretend——

He was thinking about one thing, but because he couldn't figure it out all the time, it made him extremely irritable. Fortunately, the last few days of classes before the holiday gave him a cover.

Harry couldn't figure out exactly when he came back, he just remembered watching little Snape fall asleep in the dark, and then...waking up again, lying on the floor next to the Pensieve, the sun shining through the window He had to open his eyes when he came in, and the time displayed on his watch was 08:30 in the morning.

He couldn't even remember exactly when he got back.

So, he came back after he fell into a coma?

Unless he fell asleep with little Snape, in his sleep he left the world in his memory and returned to his bedroom, but he was sure that there was a fault in his memory.

What's wrong?How could there be a fault?Is it a side effect, or is it man-made?

He doesn't have a headache, but he just can't think of anything.

Harry was actually very anxious, but he still had a lot of work to do, such as preparing lessons for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and he had to finish grading all these papers before these people went back - these two things alone had exhausted him. time, and when his attention was always distracted.

There were more classes from Monday to Wednesday, which almost filled his entire schedule, and Tuesday afternoon was better, but when Harry finished his work, his body was almost exhausted.However, physical exhaustion did not mean mental exhaustion. Harry even felt that he was a little excited, which was a bit unreasonable, because he had just been engaged in the mental work of struggling with the children's various papers.

Bracing himself to get up, Harry walked to the potion cabinet and took out a bottle of stamina supplements, and drank it without thinking.This thing is pretty reliable, Harry sat at the uncleaned desk and stared at the homework he had corrected in a daze.

He clearly remembered his experience of traveling to the world of memory in the past few days, except for... the last fault.

——Can he really travel through another world?This is also an important point.

So far he couldn't figure out whether he was in Snape's childhood, or just traveling in the world of that memory.

Since he fell into the memory of Snape that he had never seen before one day, the second time he entered, he came into contact with little Snape, the third time it was pure memory, and the fourth time was last night , he brought a lot of snacks, and even shared a cup of ice-cream with Snape the Puppy, figuring out that time travels the same in both worlds.

However, many key points are still missing.

For example, he entered that world from a Pensieve.

Is there a problem with the Pensieve?

With that in mind, Harry walked up to the Pensieve and started testing it with various testing spells, but he basically just went through it before returning to his desk—as if he already knew the result—even he I was quite surprised that I had a tacit attitude towards this fruitless result.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that there are detection spells that he doesn't know about, but as far as the current situation is concerned, there are indeed not many problems.

What about another key point?

Since the first time he fell into Snape's childhood memory, that happened after he came back, so what did he do after he came back?

Corrected homework as usual, then went to Ravenclaw Tower once, went to the House of Requirement with Helena, and dug out some thousand-year-old Infernal Affairs from the ashes of the ruins, and then Helena also sent two goblins. The device was given to him, and when he entered the memory again, it was as if he had entered a real world.Harry snapped his fingers silently.

From this point of view, either there is a problem with these memories, or there is a problem with Helena?Harry frowned.

Harry thought for a while, walked to the cabinet where the hourglass was placed, and picked up the motionless object. The sand on it was still stuck on the top of the hourglass. He took the key that Helena gave him... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look very reliable.

If it is because Helena allows him to travel between the future and the past, it is better to say that someone sent him a time converter that uses ten years as a unit of calculation.

Harry had never had anything like this happen to him, but he also felt that it was unlikely to happen to anyone like him.

In fact, he felt fine.

No matter it was his illusion or what, as long as he could touch that person again, he would be happy.

Maybe he should talk to Helena?still……

Harry stood in front of the Pensieve for a while, and began to pull out all the memories stored in the Pensieve, and then he pulled out from his own brain the memory of the night he and Helena dug the ruins together Into the Pensieve—

'Is it these two? '

When the self in his memory finally turned those two things out, Harry moved closer to him and took a closer look at the hourglass and the key, but found nothing special.

Helena nodded, then suddenly called out, and when she turned her head in memory...

There is really nothing special, no, there is.Harry stared at his clumsy performance in memory, and finally realized that this scene was not suitable for being surrounded by people.

'No, I'm just too excited. '

— Ravenclaw's ghost does seem quite agitated.

"Don't be scary, I almost lost my grip..."

——And he looked very distressed, because he had cleaned himself up, but at the moment it looked like his body was still gray.

The Harry in the memory shuddered, always feeling that feeling of being surrounded by ashes and sticking back.

He really wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

'I found it, shall we move this box out?As a reward for your treasure hunt, the key and hourglass in your hand are yours. ' said Helena softly.

The memory ends here.

Harry's slow rise was a little different from the strange world he'd entered, and although he was slow to get back to his bedroom now, it was much quicker than he'd come back from there.He can't touch the people and things in this memory, obviously this is just a normal memory.

It's just back to raw.

If he could really travel to some magical world through memory, then he should be able to go back to the night he entered the Room of Requirement, but he didn't succeed in entering that place every time.

It doesn't look like Helena's problem.It just looks normal, but he always feels that something is wrong.

Harry ran through his nest of hair, looking distraught.

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In the dead of night, the entire castle was suppressed in the deep and dark night, silent, and there was no movement at all.Only the cold wind is cold and bleak, and occasionally a gust of wind sweeps past, which can make people unable to open their eyes.

The wind cut like a blade made of ice, and Harry closed his eyes, unable to tell whether he was enjoying it or looking for abuse, but facing the wind so directly could distract him a lot.

"Helena." Without opening his eyes, Harry said, feeling a little choked after being poured cold.

"How do you know I'm coming?" Ravenclaw's ghost asked in surprise, she didn't speak, could Harry feel her coming?

Harry didn't answer the question, didn't look back, just kept opening his mouth.

Until he stopped in satisfaction, at this time his fair face was already blushing abnormally.

He turned his head and glanced at the ghost who had been staring at him, and finally turned his whole body around. Then he looked at the female ghost and was obviously stunned.

"You today..." What's wrong? "Why don't you use a warming spell?" Helena looked quite disapproving in this man's way.

"I have encountered some difficulties recently." Harry ignored her question, and did not intend to beat around the bush. He looked at the ghost of Ravenclaw with piercing eyes, "Ravenclaw is regarded as the embodiment of wisdom, maybe you can help me with the answer."

"I'll try my best." Helena said lightly, "But you know, I'm not as smart as my mother, and you ruined her crown."

Harry looked deeply at Ravenclaw's ghost, and asked calmly: "Do you know that the Pensieve has other functions besides allowing people to browse memories?"

"As far as I know, no." Helena said firmly, "That thing has always had one function."

——It seems that there is no problem.

"Then what's the function of those two utensils you gave me?" Harry's words sounded like he was talking about the weather in an ordinary way-it's just that he didn't care if there was an answer to this question.

"Although I really want to tell you 'you have to dig it out yourself', but for the sake of helping me find that box, let me tell you, it shouldn't be of much use to you, it's just a matter of refinement. The famous goblin products are not rough even if they have a history of more than 1000 years," Helena said proudly and reservedly, "You know what I mean, they are precious antiques."

"That hourglass is broken and won't move." Harry sighed. "I want to ask if it can be repaired. You know, if it is good, it will sell for a higher price in the future."

Helena choked, and asked after a while: "Are you going to sell what I gave you?"

"At least not for the time being." Harry said ambiguously, with a hint of a smile on his face, "One day I'm short of money, I'll send it to the auction, I think those experts will like it."

Helena raised her chin: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Even if you were to find fairies who can fix the hourglass, would you look for them?"

Harry finally couldn't help but glared at Helena. , A certain ghost knows that he has been blacklisted by the goblin and still says that, is he really pouring a lot of salt on his wound?Not with such revenge!

"The key is useless. The thing that can be opened has long been lost, so it is just an ornament." Helena took the initiative to confess, "Is there anything else I want to ask?"

Harry took a deep breath, "No more. Sorry to bring up your heartbreak tonight."

"It doesn't matter, I almost don't remember those things. Good night." Helena seemed to be in a good mood, and waved to him, and then she floated briskly in the air, looking very at ease.

Harry stood there for a moment, letting the wind ruffle his hair.

For some reason, after talking to Helena, he was even more upset.

Probably because he just found out that he couldn't find any answers from Helena.