Hogwarts Asylum

In Nott Manor, all the idlers, including the house elves, were sent out early in the morning by the owner of the manor, Old Nott. Even the characters in the magic portraits on the wall were nowhere to be seen. They might have gone to other places. Place to hang out.

In the entire manor, there were only old Nott, who meticulously took care of his white hair, and a guest whose whole body was shrouded in a black robe and hood, making his appearance completely unclear.

In the living room at this time, the guests are still guests, but the master seems to have become a slave.

Old Nott was standing on the edge of the living room with his head lowered and a respectful expression, not far from the sofa. He held a silver teapot in his hand, as if he was ready to add tea to the guests at any time.

On the sofa, the man in black robe was leisurely reading "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". He seemed to be deeply attracted by this little wizard's bedtime reading, so on the coffee table, there was a teacup with a gold pattern. The tea was steaming, but the man in black robe had no intention of tasting it.

The only sound in the hall was the rustling of pages.

Just like this, after a long time, when Old Nott felt that his legs and feet were a little sore, there was finally a different sound in the hall.

"Is the matter done?" The ethereal voice of the man in black robes filled the living room. Just listening to the voice could not tell where the owner of the voice was.

"It's done...it's done, Master." Old Nott's tone was respectful with a hint of trembling.

"Very good, Vassos." The man in black robe moved his hood and seemed to be nodding, "You should know the consequences of the matter being revealed, right?"

"The hands and feet of those who handle it are very clean, and there will definitely be no mistakes." Old Nott's eyes were full of fear, but his tone was very sure, as if this could bring him some comfort.

"That's good." The man in black robe gently closed the book and stood up, "The curtain has been drawn, and the rest is up to chance..."

The living room fell into silence again. After a long time, Old Nott finally raised his head. After confirming that the man in black robe had left quietly, Old Nott leaned directly against the wall and slid to the ground. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. His back, already soaked with cold sweat, left a wet mark on the wall.

……

When O'Loughlin regained consciousness, he felt that he was completely naked, with no hair on his body, and even two rings on his hand were missing.

He quickly opened his eyes, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then calmed down. He turned his head left and right, observing the surroundings with the corners of his eyes, but did not turn over directly because it would be too embarrassing, especially for a 32-year-old man. For old men.

The first thing that caught his eye was the white floor, then there were two naked men lying on his left and right. They looked somewhat similar to him, but they could still see differences in subtleties. Finally, there was a white world.

For a moment, O'Loughlin thought of the place in the original book where Harry met the late Dumbledore again after being hit by Voldemort's death curse - White King's Cross Station.

That is the other side that only the soul that has separated from the body can reach, and it is also the gap between life and death.

The sudden appearance of gray robes on his body seemed to confirm this.

But Eurolin is still sure that this is definitely not the White King's Cross station, because this place is not a quiet place as described in the original book. Instead, this place is more like a busy city with noisy surroundings. Eurolin also sees Not far away was a child squatting on the ground crying, and a woman standing behind the child who was scolding angrily, possibly the child's mother.

After realizing that no one around him seemed to notice him, Olorin quickly stood up and casually kicked the two naked men still lying on the ground, whose figures were illusory.

"It's time to wake up, Sauron, Gandalf."

The black-haired Sauron with a fierce face squirmed, and finally stood up. After imagining a black robe, he said faintly: "I will commit suicide next time I go out." Like White, he hates sleeping very much. Was woken up.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit it." The white-haired Gandalf with a resolute face said silently. He patted the white robe on his body as if there was a layer of soil on it.

Looking at these two friendly figures, Oluolin smiled and said, "It is indeed magic."

Sauron and Gandalf both understood what Orolin was saying, but they did not intend to echo it. Instead, they began to observe the white world.

Although there was a vast expanse of white everywhere, they could easily tell that this was a small town, with neat houses on both sides of the street. In addition to the mother and son, there were many figures on the roadside, hurriedly carrying briefcases. Office workers passing by, raising their hands from time to time to check the time, middle school students eagerly waiting for the bus to pick her up to go to class, an old man stumbling, a homeless man sitting next to a stray dog, and a little girl holding a doll at a loss …

Everyone was minding their own business, even the mother and son, it seemed that separating them would not affect the movements of either of them.

Oluolin gradually recalled that these people were all his patients in his life, and without exception, they were no longer alive.

"It's not your fault." Gandalf looked at those people and comforted them.

"At least we can still live in illusion, which is much better than us." Sauron rarely said a kind word.

"Let's go," Olorin sighed silently, "You already know where this is, right?"

Sauron and Gandalf did not answer, but silently followed Orolin.

At the end of the street, the three of them came to the door of a house that was no different from the surrounding ones. The three of them were a little silent, because this was the location of his mother's alchemy laboratory during her lifetime, and it was also the place where she died after overplaying.

After a long time, O'Loughlin raised his hand and knocked on the door. He was full of expectation, a little excited, and a little timid, just like going to King's Cross Station for the first time.

The waiting time is long, whether it is for Olorin, Sauron or Gandalf.

Finally, the door creaked open a crack, and a man wearing a nightgown, whose face looked somewhat similar to O'Loughlin's but looked much younger than O'Loughlin's, showed his head.

"I'm sorry, who are you looking for?" The young man seemed to be able to see Orolin, but not Sauron or Gandalf.

"Good morning, Mr. Brian." O'Loughlin smiled and bowed, "I have something to do with Ms. Delphi, as you know."

"It's already night now, haven't you woken up yet?" Brian complained, but opened the door anyway. He was not surprised why the stranger in front of him knew him and his wife, because he had already learned from Oluolin. His robe judged that the man in gray robe in front of him was the same kind of person as his wife - a wizard. This situation had happened frequently since his wife confessed her identity to him.