Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Just one step into Dumbledore's forbidden room, Harry jumped back screaming, bumping into Professor Snape, and the two fell into a heap.

Professor Snape got up and stood in front of the door again.He turned to look at Harry. "I have been ordered by the Headmaster to guard this door," said Professor Snape in his customary sarcasm. "Disappear immediately, or I will deduct college points."

It was creepy, but Harry's attention was occupied by the huge three-headed dog, which had just lunged forward, but the chains on its three collars forced it to stop only a few meters away from Harry. far away.

"That--that--that--" said Harry.

"Yes," Professor Quirrell's voice came from a distance behind him, "That is indeed what usually occupies this room. This is a restricted area for all students, especially for first graders."

"This is too unsafe even by wizard standards!" In the room, the huge black beast let out a multi-voiced roar, and white spittle flew out of its three sharp-toothed mouths.

Professor Quirrell sighed. "It has been cursed not to eat the students, but to spit them back out the door. Now, boy, what would you suggest we do with this dangerous animal?"

"Uh," Harry stammered, trying to think through the constant growling of the room keeper. "Er. If it's like Cerberus in the Muggle tales of Orpheus and Eurydice, then we'll have to sing it to sleep, and then we'll get through—"

"Avada Kedavra."

The beast with three heads fell.

Harry looked back at Professor Quirrell, who gave him a look of extreme disappointment, as if asking if Harry had taken his class at all.

"I sort of assumed," said Harry, still trying to catch his breath, "that if we didn't pass this challenge the way a first-year student would, something might trigger an alarm."

"You're lying, boy, you're just forgetting what you've learned in class when you're faced with a real-life situation. As for the alarms, I've spent months getting all the surveillance and The travel markers [2] are all invalid."

"Then why on earth did you let me in first?"

Professor Quirrell just smiled.His smile looked a lot more sinister than usual.

"When I didn't ask," Harry said, and walked slowly into the room, his limbs still shaking.

The whole room was made of rock, and it was illuminated by a bluish light from arched recesses cut in the walls, like light from a cloudy sky filtering through the windows—though there were no windows.On the floor at the other end of the room was a wooden trapdoor with only a pull ring.In the middle of the room lay a huge dead dog with three lifeless heads.

Harry turned to one of the arched recesses and looked in.There was nothing inside but the sourceless blob of blue light, so he walked to the next recess and looked in, carefully examining the part of the wall he passed.

"You," said Professor Quirrell, "what are you doing?"

"Study this room," said Harry, "there may be clues here, or an inscription, or a key we'll need later, or some—"

"Are you serious, or are you trying to delay? Answer in Parseltongue."

Harry turned around. "[Snake] is serious, [Snake]" Harry hissed, "[Snake] I would do the same thing here alone. [Snake]"

Professor Quirrell pressed his forehead slightly for a while. "I admit," he said, "that your method will be useful when you are, say, exploring the tomb of the god Amun-Seth, so I won't say directly that you are an idiot, but you do Yes. This pseudo-puzzle, this semblance of a challenge, is a game for first graders. We just have to go straight down that trapdoor."

Beneath the trapdoor was a huge plant, something like a giant evergreen, with broad leaves that rose like spiral steps from the main stem, but it was darker in color than ordinary evergreens, the main stem There are also drooping tendril-like vines.Larger leaves and vines spread out across the base, as if promising to cushion anyone who falls.Below this is a room similar to the previous stone room, with the same hollows shaped like false arched windows, and emitting the same blue-gray light.

"The obvious idea is to fly down with the broom in my bag, or throw something heavy to see if those vines are traps," said Harry, looking down, "but I guess you'd say we stepped on the leaves up and down." They looked exactly like they were made for a spiral staircase.

"You go first," said Professor Quirrell.

Carefully placing one foot on the blade, Harry found that it did support his weight.Before leaving, Harry scanned the room one last time, checking to see if there was anything worth noting.

That giant dead dog is so eye-catching that it's hard to focus on anything else.

"Professor Quirrell," said Harry, omitting to mention that there are certain flaws in the way you handle obstacles, "what if someone looks in the door and finds that Cerberus is dead?"

"Then they've probably noticed that there's something wrong with Snape," said Professor Quirrell. "But since you insist..." The defense professor walked up to the three-headed dog's body and pointed his wand at it.With a growing sense of dread, he began to say a Latin-sounding spell; and the Boy Who Lived realized that the Dark Lord's power had never waned.

The last word he uttered was "inferi,"[4] and with it came a final impulse: stop, don't.

The three-headed dog stood up, and its six lifeless and empty eyes looked towards the door again.

Harry stared at the massive corpse, feeling a heaviness of fear in his stomach, the third worst feeling he'd had in his life so far.

He realized then that he had seen and felt the process, but had not heard the spell in Latin before.

The centaur he had encountered in the Forbidden Forest was dead.The Defense Professor hit it with a real Avada Kedavra, not a fake spell.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry had thought that if only he could bring back Hermione, he could go back to the code of undeath, Batman's moral standard.The vast majority of people don't kill anyone in the various adventures of their lives.

However this was not possible.

On the day he lost his last chance to win, he didn't even realize it.Even if Hermione had been resurrected at this moment, there was no way Harry could have solved this mess without getting killed.

He didn't even know the centaur's name yet.

Harry didn't say the thought out loud.Either the Defense Professor would confirm the charges in Parseltongue, or he would lie in human language, and either would give him more reason to doubt Harry's next actions.But Harry knew—even if he didn't know how he could stop Professor Quirrell, even if he didn't dare to commit any obvious act of treachery, perhaps until he had the chance to win—that there was absolutely nothing between him and Voldemort. There will be reconciliation because these two different souls cannot exist in the same world.

It seemed that this determination, this awareness of opposition, drew strength from what Harry had thought was his own dark side.Since the day he killed the troll, Harry hadn't tried to evoke his dark side.But his dark side was never something separate from him.It's Tom.The imprint left by Riddle.Harry didn't know how this had happened, but any echoes of his dark side perceptions could be of use to him as long as he accepted the assumption and acted on it.It wasn't a separate model, as Harry had originally conceived it, but just certain neural patterns with a strong tendency to link with other parts because they had once together formed a united whole.

Unfortunately, that doesn't change the fact that Professor Quirrell has the same skills, and he has more life experience to back him up, along with a gun.

Harry turned his head, stepped on the huge plant, and began to walk down the spiral staircase made of leaves.It took too long for Harry to recover this time.While the grief still weighed on him like sticky water, a part of him had recovered.There was no cold iron rod in his spine, but there was still something straight and solid.He'd go down the road, first make sure Hermione was resurrected, and then somehow stop Professor Quirrell, or stop Professor Quirrell first and then go get the Philosopher's Stone himself.There had to be something, some possibility, some chance that had presented itself, some way to stop Voldemort and bring Hermione back to life...

Harry continued down.

Behind him, the three-headed dog waited, guarding the door.

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[1]刻耳柏洛斯：希腊神话中的地狱三头犬。详见：baike.baidu/link?url=3xe3aB70N94za-Fv7TMGhfIJg0sJZee8E5jlT＿LVRX0jvoGV80goRDeg1G-bY7C8v4DMdxGa-7CvfZCcNz7＿eq

[2] Tripsign, a word created by the author, is probably something similar to an alarm in connection with the context.

[3] Amon God-Seth: The original stem comes from the work "Wizard's Bane" by fantasy novelist Rick Cook.See: //en.m.wikipedia/wiki/Wizard%27s_Bane

[4] Inferius: see: harrypotter.wikia/wiki/Inferius