I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The surroundings seem to be shrouded in clouds of steam.

In a place resembling a station, the scenes in the distance don't seem to be constructed.

Harry lay there on a white ground, neither hot nor cold.

He sat up with no physical injuries and no headaches.

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

But it was still so clear.

Misty Illusion is a very magical place.

They exist in the soul, between life and death.

And each one is different, which is the most impressive place.

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

John appeared here, glanced at Harry, and said casually, "Sit wherever you want, treat it like your own home."

Harry was stunned, what's going on, why did he change places.

"John, what the hell did you do?" Harry asked warily.

John walked to the station bench and sat down. He patted the chair and motioned for Harry to sit down.

Harry hesitated, but came over and sat down.

He felt that John was in no danger now.

Looking at the railway tracks in the station, John said in a trance: "It seems that we haven't sat together for a long time."

Thinking about it, before the second grade, he and Harry had a good relationship.

Running away together, avoiding being caught by Filch, breaking into Fluffy's room, and sitting down for dinner at Christmas.

"It's been so long before I know it." Harry also said with a sigh.

There was no directed hostility from either of them, and John raised his hand to conjure a berry bean and handed it to Harry.

"Thank you," Harry took it and tasted it, frowning, and asked, "No taste?"

No taste, of course, because John has no taste either.

"This place is called Misty Illusion, a wandering place between life and death." John said another thing.

"Illusion? Between life and death?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Are we dead?"

"To be precise, it's almost there." John put the multi-flavored beans into his mouth and smiled, "Have you noticed that there is a conflict between me and Dumbledore?"

Harry mumbled, "A little bit."

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

He had been angry with Dumbledore all year, and he had no time to notice.

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

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

"You should have seen Tom, that is, Voldemort," John waved his hand, motioning him to listen carefully. "You see what he looks like? I mean no nose."

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

Harry, who is a senior face dog, expressed his incomprehension.

"That's the end of the research taboo."

Throwing a multi-flavored bean into his mouth, John said easily, "I'm about the same as him."

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

John was choked and said speechlessly: "The price of taboo is not just the nose, okay?"

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

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

Harry didn't have much idea about this, after all, he had also touched time and soul.

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

Harry sneered, thinking you were a normal person.

"Dumbledore is jealous and dissatisfied with me, I know it all," John laughed at himself, "It's just that I used to think that no matter what he did, he would treat me equally until something happened."

He stared at Harry and silenced Harry.

"The matter of Heinrich, I..."

"do not be sorry."

John rubbed the bag of multi-flavored beans, and the bag disappeared.

He stood up and said, "I've told you so much, but I actually want to tell you that I'm an expert in terms of soul."

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

"For example, another soul in you."

"Another...soul?" Harry was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt like he was eating melons.

John closed his eyes, and many balls of light appeared in the palm of his hand, each one of them looked like elves.

After appearing, they fly around the station.

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

He reached out and dragged, and a naked, red-skinned child curled up was dragged out.

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

Harry was taken aback when he was dragged in front of him.

"what is this?"

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

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

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

John stepped forward and slowly stepped on the child with the soles of his shoes, causing him to let out extremely high-pitched screams.

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

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

"Your scar," interrupted John, "on the night your parents died, along with Voldemort, a part of his soul went into your body."

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

"No one, not even Voldemort, would have thought that the Savior would be his life-saving talisman, let alone that the noble Savior is the container of the most evil magic."

"I think Dumbledore might know that Voldemort's death is worth your death."

With every word to his heart, Harry slumped down on the bench unacceptably.

John looked at the train approaching in the distance, and the whistle of the train came with smoke.

Harry turned around and asked again in doubt, "What is that?"

"The arrival of an old friend."

John looked at the train and smiled.

The train stops at the station and the doors open.

Harry was a little confused and asked, "Shall we go up, or not?"

"Of course we have to go up," John said, glancing at the child at his feet, "take your ticket."

Harry looked at the kid with disgust. He had no choice.

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

Picking up that child, the red color is as if the skin has been peeled off.

It also feels slippery when you lift it up. Harry is disgusting, and it's hard to lift it up.

John didn't take it seriously, walked to the door of the car and yelled at Harry, "You'd better hurry up, the door is about to close."

"Here we come." Harry was heartbroken and 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 and snapped his fingers as if thinking of something.

The clothes on him had turned into gorgeous robes, and Harry had an extra bow on the collar around his neck.

"We are going to meet the beginning of the story and the end of the story."

John was walking in front, the train had already started, and the shaking body was extremely stable under John's feet.

Harry was still stumbling around with the child still in one arm.

Passing by a carriage, there was no one in the carriage.

It wasn't until another two quarters passed that I saw the first person.

Harry saw the man, very strange.

There was no one else, but that person was wearing a cloak that looked like an invisibility cloak, with a hood on his head.

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

Because John has said, this place is a wandering place beyond life and death.

How can anyone be here?

"We meet again," said the hooded man, Harry couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, "I seem to see you."

John walked over and sat down opposite the man.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed him and sat down.

"That may be because you read it right," John shrugged and said, "I thought there would be many people like you in your place."

"Hehe," the hooded man let out a deep laugh, "it's not a good job, not many people like to do it."

"Dealing with death is never a good thing." The hooded man raised his head slightly.

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

"It was a foolish thing for you to wake up the dead, John Wick." The hooded man obviously did nothing, but the child in Harry's arms was breathing harder.

It's like the kind of lingering breath that is about to die in the next second.

John waved his hand in front of Harry, sighed and said, "It's too immoral for you to collect money before the transaction starts..."

"grim Reaper."

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