The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Loren held the mirror in his hand and stood there, not daring to move.

Seeing Loren's frightened and embarrassed look, the girl in the mirror could no longer hold back her weird laughter, and the sharp and sinister "chuck" turned into "hahaha".

The girl's smile became bright and beautiful. Anyway, at least it was not so scary.

"Were you teasing me just now?"

If Loren wasn't afraid of getting into big trouble, he would have thrown the mirror to the ground, pulled out his wand and given her [Thunderbolt Pierce].

"No, I am responsible for answering a question for you." The girl replied with a smile.

Loren could still see a bit of pride in succeeding the prank on her face, and he understood this expression very well.

Loren looked at the girl in the mirror, and the girl looked at Loren outside. The conversation could not go on for a while.

After a long time, Loren asked: "What's your name?"

"Are you sure you want to ask this question?" The girl tilted her head and frowned in question.

The face of a girl, the expression and gesture of a little girl, but Loren always felt that there was some disharmony between the two.

"No, it's just out of politeness, asking a stranger's name." Loren slowly put the mirror back on the seat, this time with the mirror facing outward.

The girl smiled shyly, "You can call me Mary."

"Hello, Mary. I want to know how to get out of here?" Loren said while moving, trying to get out of the reflection range of the mirror.

"This is not a problem. After I answer your question, you can leave by yourself." Mary pursed her lips.

Loren noticed something was wrong. No matter how he walked, he was directly in front of the throne and within the reflection range of the mirror.

Looking back, the door is also directly behind. So it's not that the throne is turning with him, but that he's staying put.

Loren remained calm and pretended to think, "Any questions?"

Mary looked hesitant, lowered her head and looked down, as if she was flipping through something.

Then she read out word by word with difficulty: "The standard of judgment lies in your questions and my answers. The behavior of both parties must be recognized by both parties, that is, effective answers to meaningful questions, but the answers are not result-oriented." .”

Loren was stunned for a moment. Is this some neat, strict, logical French clause? Is the magic contract so down-to-earth?

In this case, can the CPU of the artificial intelligence in front of me be burned?

He thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "What is the last digit of pi?"

"That's not a question," Mary replied immediately.

So fast? Loren asked again, "This sentence is wrong, so is the previous sentence right or wrong?"

Mary was at a loss. Loren couldn't see her hands, but Mary seemed to be clicking her fingers, muttering, "Right, wrong, wrong, right..." with each word she spoke, one finger at a time.

This scene didn't last long, after a while.

She lowered her head again and read out the obscure words, "The subject who makes the judgment is included in the object being judged." She raised her head with a relaxed smile, "The question is meaningless."

Loren felt that this place was no longer scary at all, and the magical things had more of a scientific feel.

He had a lot of questions in his mind and wanted to test this Mary.

As if sensing Loren's malice, Mary shrank back and made a fearful gesture, "Don't waste time, unless you want to stay here forever."

Loren felt a little pity, as many classic paradoxes had just appeared in his mind.

"How to refine the Philosopher's Stone?" Loren finally remembered that he was interpreting the "Book of Abraham."

Just as Mary was about to speak, Loren remembered the strict terms and added: "Please give me a refinement that is in line with the background of my time, is feasible, does not exceed the limits of my ability, and does not violate my moral standards." method. ’

"Giggle!" Mary in the mirror looked like an amused little girl, "What you said is very good, but I can't answer this question."

That's right, if it were really that easy to obtain the method of refining the Philosopher's Stone, Nico wouldn't ask for help from a Hebrew scholar.

Only then did Loren think carefully about what to ask, which would be helpful to him and the answer would be specific and realistic.

How to defeat Voldemort?

How to become powerful quickly?

Finally, he said slowly: "I want to know how to use Nico Flamel's magic stone to restore the werewolf Bates and the blood-cursed orc Nagini to normal human bodies."

"The question is established." Mary smiled sweetly.

The corners of the girl's mouth pursed slightly, and the arc became more and more exaggerated. Her laughter turned into a sound that was sharper and harsher than before, but it was difficult for Loren to hear it clearly.

The whole space buzzed.

The mirror began to shake violently, and the palace shook with the mirror. It's like it's about to collapse at any time.

Crack!

The mirror cracked, and the laughter and shaking stopped. Mary in the mirror raised her right hand in front of her eyes, her face gloomy.

Loren saw her hands for the first time. The fingers were long and as pale as her face. The nails were scarlet blood, and they were even really flowing.

The nail of Mary's middle finger clasped the nail of her thumb. The girl's green-white fingers contrasted with the red nails, showing a kind of enchanting beauty. With a snap of his fingers, his nails made a crisp sound.

A drop of scarlet blood broke through the mirror and flew straight towards Loren's eyebrows.

The world fell silent, and only this drop of blood was flowing, emitting a strange light. Loren wanted to hide, but his whole body was stiff and he could only watch the blood fall.

Bo~

It was the sound of blood falling on Loren's brow.

Wow!

The whole world shattered into silver mirror fragments like a mirror.

Loren suddenly opened his eyes!

In front of him was the curtain of the Hogwarts student's single bed. Through the gap in the curtain, he could see the dark ceiling and the bright moonlight outside the window.

The objects were all in vivid colors, and Neville's snoring could be heard in his ears, as were the subtle breathing sounds of the other roommates.

Everything just happened was like a dream.

Loren touched his eyebrows, and there was a cold feeling there. There was a drop of moisture on my fingertips, but it was not sticky and greasy, and it was definitely not blood.

Looking at it through the moonlight, it looks transparent, like water droplets.

An ancient book written thousands of years ago brought him into the illusion without knowing it, and could wake him up in the real world with a drop of water.

What a magnificent magic this was, and Loren felt a sense of awe.

After thinking about it for a moment, there were no memories that were suddenly implanted in my mind, and there were no answers to the questions.

Then he silently greeted Mary just now, saying that both parties agree that the question and the answer must be valid at the same time. He agrees with a hammer. Is blood the answer?

Loren enters the Book of Fantasy to ask Flamel if this is normal.

The silver light passed by and came to the bright library again.

"Frammel, I need to talk to you about the Book of Abraham." Loren shouted.

"Didn't I tell you? Outsiders can't help, and you can't reveal information." Flamel's voice came from behind.

"Can you, an artificial intelligence, be so unlucky and cursed?"

When Flamel heard the term artificial intelligence for the first time, he felt it was very appropriate. “Maybe, who knows about ancient magic?”

Loren choked, he couldn't say he was poisoned and restarted, "Then can you tell me how Nico interpreted this book?"

"Sorry." Flamel spread his hands.