The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of vapor.

In a place that resembles a station, the distant scene does not seem to be constructed.

Harry lay there, the ground was white, and it was neither cold nor hot.

He sat up, uninjured and without a headache.

It's just that he touched his face, and his glasses were gone.

But it can still be seen so clearly.

Misty Illusion is a magical place.

They exist in the soul, between life and death.

And each one is different, and it is the most impressive part of it.

It seems that the most profound place for Harry is undoubtedly his new encounter with the wizarding world, King's Cross Station.

John appeared, glanced at Harry, and said casually, "Sit as if you were your own home." ”

Harry looked confused, what was going on, why did he change places.

"John, what the hell have you done?" Harry asked warily.

John walked over to the bench at the station and sat down, he patted the chair and motioned for Harry to sit down.

Harry hesitated, but walked over and sat down.

He felt that John's was not in danger now.

John looked at the railroad tracks inside the station and said in a trance, "It seems like we haven't sat together in a long time." ”

If you think about it, before the second year, he and Harry had a good relationship.

Together, they run away to avoid being caught by Filch, break into the room of the three-headed dog Luwe, and sit together for a meal at Christmas.

"It's been so long before I know it." Harry also sighed and said.

Neither of them was hostile, and John raised his hand to conjure a multi-flavored bean and handed it to Harry.

"Thanks," Harry took and tasted it, frowning, and asked, "No taste?" ”

Of course there is no taste, because John has no sense of taste either.

"It's called Blurry Illusion, a wandering realm between life and death." John said something else.

"Blurred Vision? Between life and death? Harry asked, confused, "Are we dead?" ”

"Almost, to be exact." John put the beans in his mouth and smiled, "Did you notice a conflict between me and Dumbledore?" ”

Harry mumbled, "A little. ”

In fact, Harry didn't feel much about it.

He'd been angry with Dumbledore all year, and he didn't have time to notice.

John didn't care, and said, "Because he's afraid of me." ”

"Afraid of you?" Harry thought it was ridiculous, it was Dumbledore.

"You should have seen Tom, also known as Voldemort," John waved his hand and motioned for him to listen, "did you see that way he looked?" I mean no nose. ”

"He's really not good-looking." Harry had to admit that Voldemort was ugly, and he didn't know why so many people followed him.

Harry, who is a veteran Yan dog, said he didn't understand.

"That's what happens to research taboos."

Tossing a multi-flavored bean and dropping it into his mouth, John said lightly, "I'm about the same as him." ”

"But you have a nose." Harry said bluntly.

John choked and said speechlessly, "The price of taboos is not just the nose. ”

Harry smiled sheepishly and asked, "So you touched the taboo?" ”

"Yes," John nodded, and said, "Time and soul, these two are taboo, and unfortunately, I have encountered both." ”

Harry didn't have much of an idea of that, after all, he had touched time and souls.

John sighed, "I'm not you, Harry, you're the savior, and I'm an ordinary person. ”

Harry sneered, thinking to himself what kind of ordinary person you are.

"I know that Dumbledore is jealous and dissatisfied with me," John laughed to himself, "but I used to think that he would treat me the same until something happened." ”

He stared at Harry, silencing him.

"Heinrich's thing, I ......"

"Don't be sorry."

John kneaded the bag of flavored beans, and the bag disappeared.

He stood up and said, "Telling you so much, I actually want to tell you that I am an expert when it comes to souls. ”

"There are some things I know more than Dumbledore."

"Like, another soul in you."

"Another ...... Soul? Harry was dumbfounded, and suddenly he felt like he was eating melons on himself.

John closed his eyes, and many balls of light appeared from his palms, one by one like elves.

Upon appearance, they flew towards the station.

After a while, a rope appeared in John's hand.

He reached out and dragged a red-skinned child curled up bare.

The child was so weak that John could control it with just one soul.

When he was dragged in front of Harry, he startled Harry.

"What is this?"

"This is Tom's soul," John said, looking at the fragile soul, "Do you remember that diary we wiped out in second grade?" ”

"Remember, that's where I learned Tom Riddle was Voldemort's name."

"To be precise, that Tom is a fragment of Voldemort's soul, and he divided the soul into six pieces and made it into six Horcruxes."

John stepped forward and slowly stepped on the child with the sole of his shoe, causing it to let out a very high-pitched scream.

"Horcruxes are immortal, Voldemort is immortal, and this is one of them, you are the seventh Horcrux."

Harry was a little unbearable, but when he heard John's words, he was shocked, "You mean, I'm a Horcrux?" But I don't know when ......."

"Your scars." John interrupted him and said, "On the night your parents died, along with Voldemort, a part of his soul entered your body. ”

John looked at Harry in disbelief, and he delivered the fatal blow, "This means that as long as you live, Voldemort will not die." ”

"No one would have thought, not even Voldemort, that the savior would be his life amulet, let alone that the noble savior would be the vessel of the most evil magic."

"I think Dumbledore might know that your death can be exchanged for Voldemort's death."

Harry sat down on the bench unacceptably.

John looked at the approaching train in the distance, and the sound of the train's whistle carried the smoke.

Harry looked back and asked again, confused, "What's that?" ”

"The arrival of an old man."

John looked at the train and smiled.

The train stops at the station with the doors open.

Confused, Harry asked, "Shall we go up, or will we not?" ”

"Of course you have to go up," John said, glancing at the child at his feet, "and get your ticket." ”

Harry looked at the kid with a disgusted expression, he had no choice.

This place is so weird that if he can't follow John, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back for the rest of his life.

When the child was picked up, the red color was as if he had been stripped of his skin.

It was also slippery to pick up, and Harry was disgusting and hard to pick up.

Unimpressed, John walked to the door and shouted at Harry, "You'd better hurry, it's about to close." ”

"Here we are." Harry picked up the child.

Moments before the train closed, Harry walked in.

He saw John walking in one direction, and he hurried to follow.

"Where does this lead?"

John glanced at Harry, snapped his fingers as if he thought of something.

His clothes had turned into ornate robes, and Harry's neck had an extra bow on the collar.

"We're going to meet the beginning of the story, the end of the story."

John walked ahead, the train had started, and the rocking body was smooth under John's feet.

Harry was still holding the child in one hand, stumbling along.

Walking through a carriage, the carriage was empty.

It wasn't until two more verses had passed that I saw the first man.

Harry saw the man, very odd.

There was no one else, but the man was wearing a cloak that looked like an invisibility cloak and wore a hood over his head.

He couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he instinctively felt strange.

Because John said that this place is a realm of wandering beyond life and death.

How could anyone be here?

"We meet again," the hooded man began, Harry couldn't tell if he was male or female, "I seem to see you." ”

John walked over and sat down across from the man.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then sat down as well.

"That's probably right," John said with a shrug, "I thought you'd have a lot of people like you there." ”

"Hehe," the hooded man chuckled, "it's not a good job, not many people like to do it." ”

"Dealing with death is never a good thing." The hooded man looked up slightly.

Harry tried to look, but couldn't see what was inside the black hood.

"It's foolish for you to wake up the dead, John Wick." The hooded man hadn't done anything, but the child in Harry's arms was breathing harder.

It's like dying in the next second.

John raised his hand and shook it in front of Harry, sighed and said, "It's too immoral for you to collect money before the transaction has started......"

"Death."

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Some people died, but not completely......