Chapter 8 Confused Memory
Chapter 451 Confused Memories
In the dark basement, the box that stored Peter Pettigrew emitted a ray of white light when Ron mentioned Momotaro's story.
Just like the light of a movie theater projected onto a screen, the mottled stone wall became flat, and the figures of Ron and Harry appeared.
A purple sofa suddenly appeared from the air, and Ryan sat cross-legged on it, and Penelope and Kate also sat on Ryan's left and right with curiosity.
"What is this?"
"Is this the surprise you mentioned, little brat?" Penelope and Kate looked at the image on the wall at a glance.
"Next, please watch "Harry Potter and the Pluto Dragon"!" Ryan cleared his throat, and he waved his hand gently, and a wooden table full of snacks and drinks appeared in front of them.
And on the wall, that is, the Black family, Ron and Harry's conversation also came to a critical point.
"Harry, your magic level in that world is about the same as yours, so why can he control Pluto?" Ron's question was like a flash of lightning, bringing a moment of clarity to Harry's dark thoughts.
"Ron, give me Doraemon, turn to the first few pages where Luke Skywalker feeds Momotaro to Pluto!" Harry remembered the scene that flashed by when Ron turned the page just now.
There may be a way to defeat Harry in it.
After all, the premise of rejection and acceptance is that he must be the winner.
Now is the time to verify!
"This villain Dr. Sabo can summon Pluto more because of the strong hatred, so much so that he wants to abandon his life and destroy the entire inner world."
"The effect of Luke's Momotaro rice ball was discovered by Dr. Sabo, so let me see, Luke finally relied on love to resolve Dr. Sabo's hatred, and found the right time to let the temporarily inactive Pluto eat Momotaro's rice ball." Looking at the comic that Ron turned to, Harry analyzed while reading.
This also reminded him of the scene when he summoned the Pluto Dragon in the mirror.
His face was grim, and he seemed to be performing some advanced black magic that required negative emotions.
"Does the Pluto Dragon need negative emotions to summon?"
"But if that me has so many negative emotions, why did he just drive me out of the world in the mirror?" Harry muttered to himself in confusion.
Ryan smiled slightly.
It depends on the person whether he turns evil. Some people want to destroy the world after turning evil, but some people just smooth their hair, change into a second-hand suit, and dance on the street.
The same is true for Harry in the opposite world.
Even the evil him only thinks about monopolizing the mirror world and driving out the only intellectual life - Harry who broke into the outside world.
"Maybe it's because those negative emotions are used to supply the Pluto Dragon?" Ron guessed on the side.
"Harry, do you really not need me to accompany you in?" Ron asked again.
"No, the me in that world became visible because of my appearance. There is only him in the whole world, and he only has that world."
"Your entry may also cause another Ron to appear in that world."
"It's difficult to deal with me alone, and if you are added, forget it." Harry curled his lips.
In that opposite world, there is no sentient life except the mirror beast.
That Harry was born only because he realized the mirror world and even accidentally entered it.
It's more like recycling than defeating that him this time.
That him is the dark side of his heart.
Harry inexplicably understood it when he saw that him for the first time.
Harry ignored Ron, who thought Harry thought he was very powerful and laughed so hard that his teeth came out.
He walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door and put his hand in.
This time, he no longer needed to find the passage by constantly destroying the mirror.
That passage was in his heart.
Or wizards who have entered once will learn the magic of entering the opposite world in the mirror.
This kind of magic is more like the innate, almost instinctive thing that Tonks said.
A chill, as if falling into cold water, flashed by.
The next second, a mansion with decoration and layout completely opposite to the Black family appeared in front of him.
Harry looked forward, and he stepped into the floor-length mirror in the mirror world again.
In the opposite world, he can travel through the mirror, or even the lake that can reflect his own image in a broad sense, and appear from another mirror.
And Harry emerged from the "mirror" of the accumulated water on the roadside at this moment.
What appeared in front of him was a ruin, a ruin that was blown up on the left side of the top floor room.
He knew where this was.
This is Godric's Hollow, the old house of the Potter family.
A place he had never been to in the real world.
And that him was also here.
That him seemed to have all the memories from birth to the present, including those he had forgotten and submerged in the sea of subconsciousness.
The first time he entered the mirror world, he was pulled here.
Then there was a miserable defeat.
Accompanied by a harsh sound of metal wear, the rusty iron door opened.
Harry looked at the figure behind the iron gate as if he were looking in a mirror.
"Hello, me."
"I who owns everything."
"Does this dead world fascinate you so much?" Harry, who should be his negative incarnation, said this calmly.
It was like a friend who had known him for a long time, telling him the inner warning.
"Sure enough, you don't know." Harry clenched his right fist and knocked his head, regretting his stupidity.
"Don't know?"
"I am you, I know everything about you and understand you."
"You want to sneak attack?"
"Use the dark spell you invented?"
"Yes, the mirror reflects reality because of the refraction of light, but you forgot one thing, I am also you."
"I also know the solution to that spell."
"Come out! My anger!" The calm him just now changed his expression.
Let Harry never think of the expression on his face in his life.
As the words fell, he waved his wand, and the water vapor in the sky condensed together to form a smooth horizontal plane.
A huge head emerged from that plane.
Red scales, golden mane on the neck, black and golden eyes. And the terrifying roar that makes wizards' magic power attracted, boiled, and out of control.
"In your memory, how many people are there in our dormitory?" Harry looked at the head of the Pluto dragon that was getting closer and closer to him.
"Seven?" He replied impatiently.
"Then, which ones?" Harry smiled with a confident smile.
"Want to delay time? It doesn't matter, it's invincible!"
"Ron, Neville, Michael, Terry, Anthony, me, and -, and -" Harry, who was in the mirror world on the right side of his forehead with a lightning scar, covered his forehead.
"This is why I came here, at the great time when I am about to get engaged." Harry looked at himself calmly.
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