days at Hogwarts

Chapter 104 Mary in the Mirror
Cold sweat broke out from his forehead. Loren held the mirror in his hand and stood still, not daring to move.

Seeing Loren's frightened and embarrassed look, the girl in the mirror could no longer maintain her weird laughter, and the sharp and gloomy "giggle" changed into "hahaha".

The girl's smile became brighter and sweeter, at least it was not so scary anymore.

"Were you teasing me just now?"

If it wasn't for the fear of causing some big trouble, Loren would have thrown the mirror on the ground, took out her wand and gave her [Thunderbolt Piercing].

"No, I'm in charge of answering a question for you." The girl replied with a restrained smile.

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

Loren looked at the girl in the mirror, and the girl looked at Loren outside.For a while the conversation couldn't go on.

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 doubt.

The girl's face, the little girl's expression and posture, but Loren always felt that the two were a little discordant.

"No, it's just out of politeness, asking a stranger's name." Loren slowly put the mirror back on the seat, this time 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 as he moved, trying to get out of the mirror's reflection range.

"That's not a problem. After I answer your question, you can leave by yourself." Mary pouted her lips.

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

Looking back, the gate is also directly behind.So it is not that the throne is turning with him, but that he is standing still.

Loren remained calm and pretended to think, "Any question is fine?"

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

Then she paused word by word, and read out with difficulty: "The criterion of judgment lies in your question, but also in my answer. 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 froze in place for a moment. Is this a neat, strict and logical French clause?The magic contract is so down-to-earth?

In this case, is it possible to burn the CPU of the artificial intelligence in front of me?

He thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "What's the last digit of pi?"

"The problem is not established." Mary replied immediately.

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

Instead Mary was at a loss.Loren couldn't see her hands, but Mary seemed to be snapping her fingers, muttering, "Right, wrong, no, right..." breaking a finger with each word.

Such a scene did not last long, after a while.

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

Loren felt that this place was not scary at all, and the magic was more scientific.

He had a bunch of questions in his head and wanted to test this Mary.

Seemingly sensing Loren's malice, Mary flinched back and made a gesture of fear, "Don't waste time unless you want to stay here forever."

Loren felt a little pity, he had just turned up a lot of classic paradoxes 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 recalled the stern clause just now, and added: "Please give me a refinement that fits the background of my time, is feasible and will not exceed the limits of my ability, and will not violate my moral standards." method. '

"Heck!" Mary in the mirror looked like a little girl being amused, "You're very good, but I can't answer this question."

That's right, if it was really that easy to get the refining method of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicol wouldn't ask Hebrew scholars for help.

Only then did Loren think carefully about what to ask, it was helpful to him and the answer was specific and realistic.

How to defeat Voldemort?
How to become strong quickly?
In the end, he said slowly: "I want to know how to use Nicole Flamel's Philosopher's Stone to restore the werewolf Bates and the blood-cursed orc Nagini to their normal bodies."

"The problem is established." Mary smiled sweetly.

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

The whole space buzzed.

The mirror began to vibrate violently, and the palace shook with the mirror.Like collapsing anytime.

crackle!

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

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

The nail of Mary's middle finger is clasped with the nail of her thumb, and the girl's light-white fingers, against the red nails, show a kind of bewitching beauty.With a flick of a finger, the nails made a crisp "da" sound.

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

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

boo~
It was the sound of blood falling on Loren's eyebrows.

Whoa!

The whole world shattered into pieces of silver mirror like a mirror.

Loren opened his eyes suddenly!

In front of him is the drapery of the single bed of Hogwarts students, through the gap of the drapery, one can see the dark ceiling and the bright moonlight outside the window.

There were vivid colors in these things, and Neville's snoring and the small breathing of the other roommates rang in his ears.

Everything just now was like a dream.

Loren touched the center of his brow, and there was a cold touch there.The fingertip touched a drop of moisture, but it was not sticky and greasy, it was definitely not blood.

Looking at it by moonlight, it is transparent, like water droplets.

I don't know how many thousands of years ago an ancient book brought him into the illusion without knowing it, and could wake him up with a drop of water in the real world.

What a majestic magic this is, Loren felt a wave of awe.

Looking back, there were no more memories that were suddenly instilled in my mind, and there was no answer to the question.

Then silently greeted Mary just now, and agreed that both sides agreed, and the question and answer must be established at the same time.He agrees with a hammer, is blood the answer?

Loren enters the book of fantasy, and he wants to ask Flamel if this is normal.

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

"Flamel, I have to talk to you about the "Book of Abraham"." Loren shouted.

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

"Can you be unlucky and cursed with an artificial intelligence?"

Flamel heard the term artificial intelligence for the first time, and felt it was very appropriate, "Maybe, who knows about ancient magic?"

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

"Sorry." Flamel spread his hands.

(End of this chapter)