Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts Text Volume Chapter Preliminary Understanding On the rushing black river, a small boat slowly drifted towards the other side of the river under the control of a man in black robes.

Egg and Harry lay curiously beside the boat, looking at the rolling black water below.

"Why is there no sun in this world?" Egger looked at the punter curiously.

"You don't know anything?" The punter looked at Egg.

"I really don't know anything." Egg nodded: "I grew up in the human world."

The punter was stunned and shook his head helplessly: "It's really strange..."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Egger tilted his head.

"The underworld is not a real world." The boatman said in a calm voice: "The deceased will eventually be reincarnated into a new life. This is just the interlayer between hell and the human world. Naturally, there is no sun."

"What is that in the sky?" Egger looked eager to explore.

"Wall of Sighs." The boatman said concisely.

"Wall of Sighs?" Harry was suddenly surprised. He turned to look at Egg: "Is it the one you summoned back then, Egg?"

"What I summoned should be just a projection..." Iger shook his head: "Wait a minute, the wall that divides the Pure Land of Paradise and the Underworld in Greek mythology is called the Wall of Sighs. It is said to be made by the three voices of Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. It is composed of sighs. It means that the souls in the underworld are sighing when they see the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss approaching but are blocked in front of it.”

"So...does this mean there is still a Pure Land of Paradise?" Egg looked at the punter curiously.

"You have lived in the human world for so many years. If there was a pure land in the world, where do you think it would be?" The punter glanced at the two of them funnyly under his hood.

"It should be...at home..." Egg thought for a moment.

"Yes, what is blocked by that wall is the pure land in your heart." The boatman's voice was calm.

"What about you? You're ferrying here, don't you need reincarnation?" Harry looked at the punter in confusion.

"Who said I'm human?" The figure shook his head.

"Uh...sorry..." Harry whispered apologetically.

"If we want to return to the shore just now, can you take us back?" Egg looked at the ferryman in front of him curiously.

The ferryman hesitated for a moment, then looked at Egg: "You can."

As he said that, he pointed at Harry again: "He can't."

"Why?" Harry suddenly became anxious.

"This is the rule of the underworld." The boatman said calmly.

"But why can Egg do it?" Harry shouted angrily.

"Even if he doesn't go to hell, the underworld can't take him in." The boatman said: "The devil can't really die, so he can't stay in the underworld. He can go anywhere except the underworld. It has nothing to do with us. Big, except the underworld, it won’t work.”

"But... why?" Harry was still puzzled.

"Because the devil can suck human souls...right?" Egger chuckled softly while sitting on the edge of the boat.

"What?" Harry glanced at Egger in confusion, and then his face gradually stiffened: "Wait, are you telling the truth?"

Egg nodded: "Sucking souls can make me stronger quickly, so the underworld where souls gather should be regarded as a dining table to me..."

"So why are you so strong...?" Harry looked at Egg blankly.

"What are you thinking about?" Egg suddenly laughed: "My strength is my own problem, what does it have to do with other people's souls."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Fortunately, it was not what he thought.

"What's in hell?" Egg looked at the punter.

"It is a real world, with luxurious castles, strange forests, charming mountains and rivers, and extremely magnificent scenery." The punter paused: "There are also countless sinful souls enslaved by the devils, fighting for their own lives. Atonement for sins.”

"Castle? Mountains and rivers?" Harry said in surprise: "I thought hell should be filled with burning demon legions, endless magma and lifeless earth..."

"That's strange... do you like to enjoy it?" The punter gave Harry a strange look.

"Of course, no one dislikes it." Harry nodded.

"Yes, weak humans all know how to enjoy themselves. Don't powerful devils understand this?" The boatman shook his head amusedly.

Harry was a little annoyed. The punter's tone made him feel despised.

"The human species also has many powerful wizards." Harry said dryly, but when he glanced at Egg, he always felt that his words were a bit lacking in confidence.

"The devil is a unique existence. I think as a person who travels with him, you should know how powerful this person beside you is, right?" The boatman's deep voice laughed.

"You're right..." Harry sighed.

"But what if I tell you that he is just a young devil?" The punter spoke slowly and said something that made Harry even more desperate.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Egg seemed to be shocked: "What are the existences in hell like?"

The punter did not answer Egger's words, but just looked at Harry: "I think you should have experienced it. If wizards' spellcasting is a way to temporarily block the rules, then the devil's spellcasting is to create rules."

"What rules?" Harry asked.

"The rules of the world." The punter said: "It's not that he changed the rules of the entire world, but that he can directly make the rules serve him, or create a rule of his own."

"It sounds really scary, but why would you let him on the ship?" Harry had some questions.

"I definitely can't stop him." The punter's voice was calm.

Harry: "..."

It sounds reasonable...

"What's it like in the world of the dead?" Iger asked.

"An ordinary life." The punter thought for a while: "If any soul truly has no worries and accepts this life from the bottom of its heart, then it will disappear from this world."

"So there aren't many people in the world of the dead?" Harry asked anxiously. He was very worried that his parents had disappeared.

"No, there are many people in the world of the dead, and not everyone will let go of their past so easily." The punter shook his head: "Basically, the number of new souls arriving in the world of the dead every day is equal to the number of souls disappearing every day. , not much difference.”

"last question!"

From a distance, Iger could already see the other side of the river. He turned to look at the punter: "How many devils are there in hell?"

The punter suddenly fell silent when he heard this. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "There are no more than a hundred people like you."

"What do you mean?" Egger was a little confused.

The punter hesitated for a moment, and then he slowly stretched out his hands - a pair of big hands covered with long brown hair, and gently lifted his cloak and hat. The next second, a horse face appeared in front of Egger. .

"Whatthefk!" Harry almost screamed and quickly covered his mouth.

This is a true horse face, but the body does not look much different from that of humans.

There was a horn in the center of the horse's forehead, and the horn curved towards the back of his head, and his eyes were red.

"Who...are you?" Egg opened his mouth wide and looked at the figure in front of him in surprise.

"You can understand me as the most common law enforcer or guardian in the underworld." The horse-faced boatman said softly: "And I was born in hell."