HP Wendy's crossing running account

The image of a plane mirror is a virtual image of equal size and distance, vertically symmetrical with the mirror as the axis.Do you believe that the virtual image in the mirror still exists where you can't see it?What kind of world do they form behind the mirror?

Wendy stepped on the soft blue carpet in the Ravenclaw common room, and stopped at a clear boundary.Crossing this line is the dry stone corridor of the Astronomy Tower, which is cut off again after being rotated at an angle of 120 degrees, and the tapestry at the corner of the corridor on the eighth floor can be seen further forward.

The mirror world is incomplete, Wendy thought.

She can even infer the position of the mirror corresponding to each space debris by truncating the boundary of the space.

A girl in the fourth grade with her schoolbag half down, ran over in a hurry, passed through Wendy's body, and disappeared at the boundary line as straight as a bullet.Two or three more first-year wizards, in Ravenclaw uniforms, emerged from the line whispering and passed Wendy, until the door of the common room concealed their whereabouts.

Wendy couldn't hear what they were saying.

The mirror world is silent.

Instead of rushing forward, she circled around the familiar space debris, trying to touch objects in the Ravenclaw common room.The sofa is penetrable; the book is penetrable; the bookshelf against the wall is impenetrable; the wall is impenetrable; the flame in the fireplace is penetrable; The rags were roughly collaged together, but there was hidden law in it that she couldn't fathom.

Wendy's fingers tapped on the outside of her thighs one after another, which is a way to assist in mental calculation.Not good enough, but it is the most suitable under the current conditions.

She sat cross-legged in the "Ravenclaw Common Room" and deduced for about 10 minutes before getting up and crossing the line.Instead of jumping onto another space debris like those people in the mirror, she stepped steadily onto the stone corridor of the Astronomy Tower.This feeling of wandering outside the laws of the world made her shiver.

Wendy touched the hard stone wall, then retreated back to the Ravenclaw common room behind the boundary, strode in the opposite direction, and went straight through the door of the lounge.She looked up and saw the Ravenclaw eagle's head hanging silently over the door.Turning your head, the Ravenclaw Tower is in front of you, the spiral downward stairs, but after turning about 40 degrees, you encounter a boundary line again and cut it off in the middle.Across the line is the landing on the fourth floor of the castle.Stairs slowly appear from another boundary, and finally connect to the platform.

Without hesitation, she stepped up the stairs and walked down quickly.

The space has been shredded and reorganized, and the road has become unrecognizable.It was as if she had played puzzle mazes, heuristics, memorization, and calculations a long time ago.

The destination is the Transfiguration classroom.There she expected to find the gap left by Malcolm's broken shackles.

The window of the Transfiguration classroom faces the Black Lake, which is very suitable as a special node in terms of location.Moreover, it is very likely that it is the place where Vivian disappeared.The girl happened to pass by the Transfiguration room on her way from the Charms room, also on the fourth floor, to Gryffindor Tower to pick up her textbooks.The corridors were sparsely populated during class hours, and Dumbledore's departure from school ensured that there was no one in the Transfiguration classroom. If she had discovered unusual movements in the Transfiguration classroom that should have been empty, then everything else would have been logical.

As for the disappearance of Matthew Larry when he went from the restaurant on the first floor to the Quidditch pitch—Wendy frowned, it should be in the preparation room on the first floor.That is, the room where the first-year little wizards sorted their clothes before they were sorted out, and it was usually abandoned.In the preparation room, there was a large vertical mirror for the little wizard to groom. Although the window was small, it was in that direction——Wendy rubbed her eyebrows again, and she really couldn't remember where the window of the preparation room opened.It happened two years ago, and she never went in again. She could only imagine that the mirrors in the preparation room were already at their limit.

Missing because of breaking a secret, Vivienne and Matthew's experience should be similar to their own, except that they just happened to hit a special node, and there is no need for Pince to carry a vanity mirror all over the castle to "hunt and kill".

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Speaking of mirrors, there are also mirrors in this semi-virtual world.The existence of reflection pathways means that one must necessarily see the other in one mirror.In the mirror world, it becomes that every piece of space debris will have one or two mirrors.

No matter how big or small, the mirror is blank, nothing.

This is already the bottom layer of the mirror image, and there is no such setting as mirror world nested in the mirror world.This made Wendy breathe a sigh of relief, clear instructions are always better.

The mirror in the mirror world is a portal, a passage from illusion to reality.

This was the conclusion Wendy came to after repeated deduction. Although she failed to leave any mirror, this possibility seemed to have taken root in her mind.This is Ravenclaw's intuition like a tower in the sky.

Go to the Transfiguration classroom, maybe break that mirror and get out.

She moves forward tirelessly, and her footprints will eventually walk through this strange cage that is indistinguishable from reality.

When she finally stood in the Transfiguration classroom, no one knew how much time had passed.The completely silent environment blurs the senses, and the distorted space seems to distort time.Outside the window is the setting sun that seems to have never changed since ancient times, and the red sunlight is projected on the walls of the classroom.There gradually emerged a huge mirror.

It is different from other mirrors.At least Wendy is sure that there is no such mirror on the wall of the Transfiguration classroom in the real world.

Is it the end?

Is it the only end point?

Would smashing it really lead to a real Transfiguration classroom?

Wendy suddenly became uncertain.She held her wand, undecided.There is another link, coma, smashing a mirror will make people unconscious, or teleporting the real world from the mirror world will make people unconscious?

But if you don't try, can you still be trapped here for a lifetime?

She pursed her lips, and finally looked at the classroom that was stained red by the false sunlight, and resorted to a "split".

"Crack."

The sound of something breaking.

Immediately afterwards, the space vibrated, the overhead light shook violently, the tables and chairs were tilted to and fro, and it was like an earthquake, making people unable to stand stably.The ripples on the mirror surface are circles, scaring red, like a rippling pool of blood.Wendy covered her ears uncomfortably, as if she could hear the ubiquitous roars in the entire mirror world.

It's a man's voice.

It was the first time she heard a sound other than her own heartbeat in this silent world, and it was also the first time she strongly felt that the entire illusion was under the domination of others.

Direct intervention of wizards!The dangerous breath came from far and near, almost penetrating the door!

She tried hard to stabilize her body, her right hand hurt from holding the wand too tightly, and her left hand subconsciously searched for the "red storm ball" in her pocket.Just as she was getting ready for a pebble-to-rock battle, the mirror behind her burst into a dazzling red light, engulfing her whole body.She could only feel herself falling backwards uncontrollably, and then lost consciousness.

The black and white ground is like a chess board, densely spread to the distance, connecting with the same black and white grid-shaped walls in places that cannot be distinguished, and even the ceiling has the same pattern.Such a design is especially capable of deceiving human eyes, making people unable to distinguish the size and orientation of the space.

Wendy put her left hand in her robe pocket and fiddled with the "Red Storm Ball", while looking at this new environment.

If the mirror world just now is a semi-virtual and semi-physical world, then this space is completely nothingness.There is no up, no down, no front, no back, no entrance and no exit.There are only faint red threads floating in the air, they are like playful elves, connecting and breaking, disappearing and regenerating.

She took a tentative step forward, and her body bumped into the red threads in the air, and those threads dissipated instantly like dew under the sun.

"It's not the first time I've seen you." Wendy said.The girl's sweet words echoed in the space. "It's not the first time I saw you in a dream."

From the road covered with Jewish corpses to the skyscraper city where superheroes roam, red frequently appears in her dreams.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with a faint red light, and the original black and white grid became black and red.About five meters in front of Wendy, a tall woman appeared, with gray hair and purple eyes, and a black and white robe with argyle pattern, from head to toe, there was no red light.

They looked at each other.Wendy tried to get any information related to this person's origin from her mind.The tall woman stared deeply at the red thread that drifted unconsciously to Wendy's body and then quickly melted away.

"It turns out that this is an unexpected harvest."

"what?"

"You can see them, threads of fate everywhere."

It turns out that these red threads are called the threads of fate.Wendy didn't answer, but her flashing eyes gave her away.

"Most people are puppets manipulated by fate, and only a few lucky ones are special." The woman's voice fell like a diamond, "Those who see fate become fortune tellers, and those who control fate become leaders. And you , the destroyer of fate."

The sound shook, and more threads hit Wendy, but without exception, they all melted like ice and snow.

"My pleasure," she said softly.Of course she is the destroyer of fate, the traverser can't break the original tragedy, so what's the difference with salted fish.

"You have no way to control this trait, and the result of fate's destruction is very likely to lead to even greater tragedies." Madam Hong's voice was filled with compassion.

Wendy didn't show any surprised expression on her face.The consequences of the butterfly effect are unpredictable, of course she knows it.

"I can teach you. Become a fortuneteller and use special magic to stabilize the thread of fate on your body, maybe you can get rid of this phenomenon."

Wendy shook her head.

"You are free from fate, and you are born to be a fortune teller."

Wendy still shook her head.

"I don't believe in fate, I believe in hard work."

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