Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

“The specific consequences vary from person to person.”

"It varies from person to person?"

"Yes."

Travis went to the window to comfort the restless Meow. Under Travis's touch, Meow became much quieter.

"The clone will transmit information about the moment of death to the main body, including physical pain and mental emptiness. If the main body is very afraid of pain or has some kind of mental illness, this may lead to unpredictable consequences for the main body - including death. .”

"It is said that a researcher in the Muggle world conducted an experiment: the subject was blindfolded and firmly fixed on a chair, and his arm was scratched hard with a metal piece to make the subject feel pain, and then a thin tube was used to Dropping water very close to the scratched location will make the subject think he or she is bleeding."

"After a period of time, the subject's body actually experienced a physiological reaction of excessive blood loss, and then went into shock and eventually died."

"Although the authenticity of this experiment cannot be tested, there is no doubt that human consciousness has subjective initiative and has an active reaction to human behavior."

Dumbledore listened quietly, his expression solemn.

Although Dumbledore didn't understand any of those proper nouns, he understood the general meaning of what Travis wanted to express.

"That is to say, as long as the spirit is strong enough, there will be no danger, right?" Dumbledore concluded.

"Yes... you are a clone now, right?" Travis turned around and looked at Dumbledore and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Would you like... let me help you experience the pleasure of death?" Travis asked with an incomprehensible expression.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Humans are very strange animals. On the one hand, they are very afraid of death, but on the other hand, they have an inexplicable urge to seek death.

For example, when a person stands at a high place and looks down, he will have the urge to jump.

For example, when people see red-hot metal, they have the urge to lick it.

For example, I don't know if it's okay. Once I heard that you can't lick iron outdoors in the northern winter, I couldn't control the urge.

And now, a death experience that is not very dangerous is extremely tempting to people.

"Sounds good, but...I can't guarantee that I won't fight back." Dumbledore joked.

"You won't have a chance to fight back."

Travis shook his head and pulled a pistol from his pocket.

"Let me introduce you to this. This is a conventional weapon from the Muggle world. It's called a pistol."

Dumbledore blinked. Although he knew a lot about the Muggle world, it was more about candies and culture. He really didn't know much about weapons. His understanding of weapons in the Muggle world was still limited to Medieval Age of Cold Weapons - This is true for almost all wizards in the magical world.

"Such an exquisite weapon is beyond my expectation... Do you think it can kill me?" Dumbledore felt ridiculous: "Even if I am a clone, as the founder of the curse, you should know the strength of the clone, right?"

"Just tell me if you are willing. Don't worry, I won't charge you for the bullets." Travis urged.

Dumbledore frowned but quickly relaxed.

"Come on." Dumbledore calmly revealed that he was eager to try: "But again, I can't promise that I won't fight back."

"I still say the same thing, you won't have a chance to fight back!"

As he spoke, Travis opened the safety, loaded the gun, straightened his arm, and took aim, but did not shoot immediately.

"You can take your wand out and get ready to cast the spell," Travis suggested.

Dumbledore shook his head in amusement, but still obeyed Travis's words and took out his wand.

"let's start……"

Bang!

Dumbledore's smile froze on his face, and his body shattered and disappeared like a mirror dropped to the ground.

Dang clap~

The wand fell to the ground and bounced twice unwillingly, but finally lay on the ground without moving.

"Spicy chicken!"

Travis snorted disdainfully, blew on the muzzle of the gun, then put the safety on again and put it away. Travis stepped forward and picked up the wand on the ground.

"Huh? This is..."

"The Elder Wand???"

Travis looked at the wand with distinct joints in his hand in surprise.

"Isn't it a bit extravagant for a clone to hold the Elder Wand?"

Travis said he couldn't understand.

Just a wand?How can it be!

Others might only have one wand, but how could Dumbledore only have one wand? The Elder Wand was not his initial wand, and it was impossible to just throw away something like a wand.

While he was playing with the feeling of the Elder Wand, a person suddenly appeared in front of Travis - Dumbledore.

At this time, Dumbledore was in a very bad state, not friendly at all, and very serious.

"Are you looking for a wand? Did you throw away this bread wand or this licorice wand?"

Travis asked as he took out two boxes of snacks from his pocket.

Each box contains ten wands for you to choose from~

But Dumbledore didn't look at the snack, or even the Elder Wand.

"Travis, can... can you show me that thing called a pistol?" Dumbledore said after trying to ease his facial expression.

Travis's face suddenly tensed.

"What do you want to do? I am my real body. If you give me a shot, I will really die!"

Dumbledore:  …

Do you think I'm here to seek revenge?Am I so narrow-minded?

"You misunderstood, I just wanted to do some research... It wasn't until just now that I realized that I knew too little about the Muggle world." Dumbledore explained.

"Oh, that."

Travis put the snacks back into his pocket and pulled out his pistol.

After taking out the magazine and unloading the automatically loaded bullet, Travis handed the pistol to Dumbledore.

"It's not that I don't believe you are, I'm just worried that you accidentally hurt me." Travis explained specifically.

Although this explanation seems redundant.

Dumbledore nodded, took the pistol and studied it.

While recalling Travis' previous actions, Dumbledore opened the safety in a decent manner, loaded the gun, and pulled the trigger.

Boom~

A very small sound came out, but nothing else happened.

"It seems that the key to this weapon is the bullet you mentioned before, right?"

"No." Travis shook his head: "They are equally important and one is indispensable."

Dumbledore nodded, and after playing with it for a while, he looked at Travis eagerly, as if to say: Give me the bullet to play with.

Travis sighed and handed over the magazine.

"Take it easy...face the wall, not me."

Dumbledore took the magazine and loaded it. He had just seen how Travis removed the magazine, so he thought reversely and loaded the magazine smoothly.

Load, aim.

Bang!

"Hey, good guy!"

Dumbledore shook his wrist, as if he didn't expect it to "hurt himself".

There was a depression on the stone wall opposite. It was not deep, but it still made Dumbledore extremely dignified.