While Dumbledore was pondering, Harry and Owen also arrived at the stone arch.

The door that separates life and death.

Sounds sinister, doesn't it?

But Owen knew that after this veil was not the way to death.

Or rather, not only.

He had seen too many stone arches and drapery before this, and most of the time, it was related to the outer gods.

Who could have known that this was the ultimate freedom - death, not the tongue of an outer god.

Owen scrutinized the arch.

There was no Runi script on the stone walls on either side, as if it were just ordinary stone, and the curtains fluttered lightly as if they were not in real life.

Owen reached out and ran through his fingertips from the curtain.

The next second it was like a camera flashing fast.

It flashed before his eyes at great speed.

It was as if he had seen a wilderness.

There is only one frame, followed by a picture of a cottage in the ridge field.

"It's—"

Although the image flashed very quickly, Owen still recognized where the scenery in the picture came from.

"Harry—come here." Thinking about it, Owen pulled Harry over.

Then he dragged his hand and let the curtain touch.

"Do you see any strange images?" He asked urgently.

"Picture?" Harry was a little confused, and he replied dumbfounded, "No, these drapery don't seem to be physical, my hand went straight through them."

"No?" Owen was surprised, then frowned and pondered.

Could it be that—

Again, he took Harry's hand, but this time he used his ancient magic to sink into the curtains, and then touched it with his hands.

This time it was different.

An image flashed before his eyes.

It's Hogwarts!

But some old Hogwarts.

Just as Harry dreamed.

"I see—" In a flash of inspiration, Owen understood everything in an instant.

"So what?" Harry was puzzled because he had also seen Hogwarts in a flash.

"Nothing?" Owen chuckled at Harry suddenly, "I want to say that we might be on a great adventure. ”

"What adventure?" Harry was a little uneasy.

"Death." The corners of Owen's mouth went up.

Then he took a step back and raised his palm, and the majestic ancient magic poured into the curtain like a rushing river.

Pure white like a sand curtain, like ripples on the water, bursts of ripples outline the appearance of the wind.

"Owen—" Dumbledore noticed Owen's movements.

He looked at the curtain in some surprise.

I already had some thought in my heart.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Professor." Owen smiled and looked at Dumbledore, "If I'm not sure, I won't wake up from my last coma." ”

He was talking about the incident in February and Koyatl in a coma.

However, with Owen's affirmative answer, the old headmaster was still not at ease, and he walked over and took Harry's other hand.

"Maybe I should check it out too." He blinked, "I'm too old to sleep one night, and I won't wake up in the morning, and I'll die—a great adventure worth braving." ”

"You'll live another 200 years." Owen smiled abruptly, then shook his head. "Professor, you'd better bother with what to do with Barty Krach, who is about to arrive."

"This is my home turf!"

Her long hair fluttered as if it was shining with silver light.

With the confident and flamboyant smiles of the young people, it was as if the wind of early spring had swept over this prison buried deep underground.

Everyone felt as if the colors in front of their eyes were more vibrant.

couldn't help but set their eyes on him.

"Ten minutes! Maybe shorter, it will be quick anyway. Owen stared at Dumbledore, his empty right hand reaching out to him.

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled.

In a trance, he saw the shadow of another teenager overlapping Owen.

It's just—the one with pale blonde hair.

He let go of his hand a little stiffly.

Is it reluctant? Or is it emotional? He couldn't tell.

I always felt as if I was suddenly old, and the chicks no longer needed him to shelter them from the wind and rain.

On the other hand, Owen's interest was quite high.

He threw his head up like a brave man trying to challenge the dungeon.

He couldn't let Dumbledore follow, for no other reason, entering the veil was only spiritual, and the physical body would remain in this world.

And this Ministry of Magic has long been infiltrated into a sieve by Voldemort.

If the three of them entered together, it would seem to outsiders as if the three of them had not died violently.

Who will protect their bodies?

Don't let Kingsley!

Does he have the ability?

So only he and Harry could enter, and only the two of them could enter, and there was no better match.

"Okay!" Owen roared cheerfully, "Stamping!! ”

With that, he slammed it down.

Harry stumbled and fell straight into the curtain.

And taking his hand, he also brought Owen in.

The next second.

The consciousness of the two of them suddenly fell into a vacuum, as if someone was holding a kilowatt light bulb into their heads.

When the bright light fades, so does everything that is mesmerizing.

After the surroundings became reorganized.

That's when they found out – this was the auditorium.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts!

Unlike the real-life auditorium, which is lit up in the middle of Christmas, it is deserted, with cutlery neatly arranged on the long tables, and everything is so clean and orderly. It's as if the little wizards who were preparing for dinner have disappeared en masse.

"This is Hogwarts? But it's not the same as my impression." Harry looked curiously at everything around him, especially the walls of the doorway, where the stone puppets had turned back to their old stones, instead of the ancient magic golems they were now.

"It's like the old Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts, seventy years ago, to be exact." Owen looked around as well.

But—it seems that the landscape of Hogwarts has not changed in more than a thousand years.

It stands in the Scottish Highlands as every English wizard remembers.

It's as if it has become one with the mountains and the water here and has become a part of nature.

It has not changed for thousands of years.

"Seventy years ago? Are we back seventy years ago? Harry felt that his head was running out of his head.

Where the hell is this? What exactly did Owen do?

"Okay—that's going to explain it to this idiot."

The two of them stepped out of the Great Hall as if they were still at Hogwarts.

Follow the most familiar veins.

As he walked, Owen explained, "This place is called Misty Illusion. ”

"Blurry?" Harry rubbed his head, it was the first time he'd heard the name.

And - the weather here seems to be autumn.

Although he was dressed thickly, he didn't feel hot.

"It's a state between life and death.

It's the path to the end of death, and you can choose to go down - for a great adventure.

There is also the option to go back – if your body is alive, you will wake up again, and if you are not, you will become a ghost.

The most common thing is that it appears within the human mind, or it can be somewhere else.

It's both reality and fantasy.

What the interior looks like depends on who enters it.

For most people, entering a fantasy involves their loved ones or the deceased who have left important marks in your life. ”

Owen's voice was light and tactful, like the wind blowing through the mountains, and it was a natural response, "You may think of it as a marquee in life, and when you die, you can see the people who have passed away." ”

"The Dead?" Harry whispered, not sure what he was thinking.

And all of this naturally fell into Owen's eyes, and for Harry, what he wanted to see the most, he really knew too well. "I won't necessarily see your parents."

Owen reminded.

"Huh? Why? Harry looked up at him, "Didn't you say you'd see your loved ones?" ”

"Others maybe, but you and I don't have to." Owen patted Harry on the shoulder and explained, "The people who love us have always been there, but after all, they have long passed away and have not left a strong mark on your life.

If Ron's stupid guy lives shorter than you, then you might see him. Or Sirius, or Dumbledore.

Got it?

The focus is on the people who have left a deep mark on your life. ”

"I see." Harry nodded, understanding what Owen meant.

Then he suddenly smiled, and then said with some playfulness, "Then I think I might see you." ”

“.”

"Climb! I'm sure I've lived a long time, and I can hang up before you? ”

"Then it's okay if you die and see me." Harry said again.

"Mellow get out, buddy isn't interested in men." Owen shouted again. "Don't come to me, I'll stay in the illusion and wait for Miss Granger to be reunited, and if you dare to come and spoil the scenery, buddy, you will walk out sideways."

The two talked and laughed.

Inadvertently, I saw through some of the problems of death and became thorough.

Regarding death, whether it is on this side of the curtain or there, there are people who love you.

Think about it this way.

It's as if you're not afraid of anything.

The two took a spin around the castle.

They went to the common room in Slytherin and also went to other places.

But no trace of that person was found.

Owen wasn't in a hurry, though.

He's on the cards.

"Speaking of which, it's a genius to come up with this solution." Along the way, Owen continued to explain to Harry, "Because everyone sees a different world when they enter the Blur Realm, this is also a great place to hide things. ”

"Hiding something?" Harry already knew that Voldemort's Horcruxes might be hidden here, and he wasn't stupid.

That dream, he remembered very well.

Voldemort was in this old castle.

"That's right, only he can enter this illusion that belongs only to him, so this is probably the safest place in the world."

"But—why. Why are we- I can come in? Harry frowned.

So how did they get here?

"It would have been impossible for anyone else to enter here, but—" The corners of Owen's mouth rose, who let Voldemort split his own soul!

As long as he has another Horcrux, plus the key of ancient magic, anyone can enter, and Harry, as one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, can naturally do it.

"The specific reason, I think I'll tell you when you completely master the brain occlusion surgery in the second half of the semester."

"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"The specific reason, I will tell you after you completely grasp the occlusion surgery in the second half of the semester." Owen repeated.

Now Harry's brain is completely defenseless against Voldemort, and he can go through Harry's memories with impunity, but Voldemort doesn't realize that he can do this.

So you can't tell Harry the truth now, because it could leak secrets.

Even if it's very unlikely.

Harry was immediately upset.

Dumbledore used him as a transparent person for half a semester, why are you starting to hide it from him now?

Obviously, the two of them were still talking and laughing just now, discussing the topic of what happened after death.

All of a sudden, it became cold, and it was really hurtful.

But before Harry could get annoyed, a young man suddenly appeared in front of them.

It was a very handsome man.

His hair was black, his eyes were dark, he was tall, and his face was pale.

There was a hint of proud aggressive smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Voldemort!" Harry's eyes widened.

"Wow! Tom Senior! It's handsome! Owen said enviously.

“.” Harry tilted his head to look at Owen, are you still in the mood to pay attention to your appearance at this time?

"What? They are really handsome! I can't go against my conscience. Owen said solemnly, "A law-abiding, honest, friendly, and helpful little wizard like me has a sincere heart!" Even in the face of the enemy, I have to say one more word - wow! What a handsome face. ”

“.” Harry rolled his eyes faster than Senior Tom was surprised.

Then he said without leaving a trace,

"You're not bad."

"It's not a bad fart, is this handsome?" Owen pointed to his face and said, "It's fucking pretty, do you know how many people in the wizarding world think I'm a girl now?"

I get letters every day from all over the world, and in addition to the thank-you letters from the patient's family, more than 70% of them are love letters from his uncle, who can make me vomit out the overnight meal."

"And you still watch?" Harry said.

"How do you know it's a love letter if you don't read it?" Owen replied earnestly.

"You don't care if you don't read a love letter or a thank you letter, Hermione did just that, she can get thousands of letters in months!"

"Cut—I'm not that ruthless. These are the basics of Miss Granger's future election, do you understand? MAGA understands? Owen shook his head, "Forget it, you can't understand saying so much to you political idiot, and it's easy to burn out your brain." ”

"Okay, okay, I got it." Harry was a little bit of a Bengbu. "But before that, can you be serious? That's Voldemort! ”

(End of chapter)