Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Myron Currin Abbasa!Durock Minasmir J.K. Rowling! [1]

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There are mysterious questions, but there is a contradiction in terms of mysterious answers.

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"Come in," said Professor McGonagall's muffled voice.

Harry did.

The vice-principal's office was tidy; the wall next to the desk was a maze of openwork wooden grids of various shapes and sizes.Most of the compartments hold several scrolls of parchment.For some reason, Professor McGonagall clearly knows the meaning of each grid, even if others are baffled.A scroll of parchment lay on the table, but otherwise clean.Behind the desk was a door with several locks.

Professor McGonagall was sitting on a stool behind the desk, looking puzzled - her eyes widened when she saw Harry, and she seemed a little nervous.

"Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall said, "What's the matter?"

Harry was dazed for a moment.It was the game who instructed him to come here, and he thought it was her who had something to say...

"Mr. Potter?" said Professor McGonagall, looking impatient.

Fortunately, Harry's panicked brain remembered that he did have something to tell Professor McGonagall.It's very important, and she will never waste her time.

"Well..." Harry said, "Is there any magic to make sure no one can hear us..."

Professor McGonagall stood up from the stool, closed the door leading to the outside, took out his wand, and began to chant the spell.

That's when Harry realized he was facing a precious opportunity that he might never get if he missed it, and he should treat Professor McGonagall to a pot of joke tea.He can't believe he's seriously thinking about something like this, and even though it's not really bad and the spilled drink will disappear in seconds, he tells that part of himself to shut up.

It shut up, and Harry began to mentally organize what he was going to say next.He hadn't planned to tell Professor McGonagall so soon, but now that they're all here...

Professor McGonagall finished reciting a spell that sounded much older than Latin, and then sat down again.

"Okay," she said quietly, "nobody's listening." Her expression was awkward.

Oh, yes, she thought I was trying to blackmail her into asking about that prophecy.

Uh, that Harry will do it another day.

"It's about the Sorting Hat," said Harry, (Professor McGonagall froze for a moment.) "Well... I think there's an extra spell on the Sorting Hat, which it doesn't know about, and calls out Slytherin's instant trigger. I heard a sentence, and I'm sure it wasn't addressed to a Ravenclaw student. It happened when I took off the sorting hat and felt the connection with the hat was severed, It sounds like English, and it sounds like a hiss," Professor McGonagall gasped, "it said: Slytherin's greeting to Slytherin: If you want to find out my secrets, ask mine Snake."

Professor McGonagall sat there, mouth open, staring at Harry as if he had grown two extra heads.

"So..." Professor McGonagall said slowly, as if he couldn't believe what came out of his mouth, "you decided to come to me immediately and tell me about this."

"Well, yeah, of course," said Harry.There's no need to admit how long it took him to come up with this solution. "Instead of, say, researching it yourself, or telling other kids."

"I... see," said Professor McGonagall. "Suppose, maybe you will find the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in Salazar Slytherin's fable, an entrance that only you can open..."

"I will close the entrance and report to you immediately, when you organize a professional team of magical archaeologists," Harry replied immediately, "then I will open the entrance again, and they will go in very carefully to ensure that there is no magic archaeologist inside." Dangerous. I might go in and have a look later, or help out if they need me to open another entrance, but that's after the whole area has been cleared and they're rushing to get it back before people start ravaging this precious historic site Take a picture and save it later."

Professor McGonagall sat there, mouth open, staring at him as if he had just turned into a cat.

"It's obvious if you're not a Gryffindor," said Harry affectionately.

"I think," said Professor McGonagall in a choking voice, "that you greatly underestimate how rare common sense is, Mr. Potter."

It is exactly what it sounds like.But... "A Hufflepuff would say the same."

Professor McGonagall paused, stunned. "That's true."

"The Sorting Hat once suggested I go to Hufflepuff."

She froze, as if she couldn't believe her ears. "Is it real?"

"real."

"Mr. Potter," said Professor McGonagall, lowering her voice. "The last time a student died at Hogwarts was 50 years ago. I can now be sure it was 50 years ago that the last time anyone heard that."

Harry felt a chill. "Then I will pay special attention to not taking any action before discussing it with you, Professor McGonagall." He paused, "If you don't mind, I suggest you go to some experts and see if you can put that much The spell that comes out is removed from the sorting hat...if that can't be done, maybe try adding a spell that triggers a silent spell the instant the student removes the hat, that might work as a patch. Alright, This way no students will die." Harry nodded in satisfaction.

Professor McGonagall looked even more dumbfounded, if she could be more dumbfounded. "If I were to award you house points, this year's house cup would go directly to Ravenclaw."

"Er," said Harry, "err. Actually I don't want that many house points."

Professor McGonagall looked at him strangely. "Why don't you want to?"

Harry felt a little embarrassed to speak. "Because that would be so pathetic, wouldn't it? It's like... like when I was a Muggle school student, if there were several people working together on a project, I would always do it by myself, because the others would just slow it down. My progress. I'm willing to take a lot of house points, even the most, but if my house points alone are enough to win the house cup, it will be like me carrying Ravenclaw house on my back , that's too sad."

"I see..." Mag said hesitantly.Apparently she had never considered the problem from this angle. "And what if I only award you fifty points?"

Harry shook his head again. "It's not fair to the other kids, because I can go to something grown-up and they can't. How could Terry Boot hear the Sorting Hat whispering to him and get fifty house points for it? That's not fair at all."

"I see why the Sorting Hat suggested you go to Hufflepuff," said Professor McGonagall.There was a strange respect in her eyes.

This moved Harry a little.He really didn't think he deserved to go to Hufflepuff.He thought the Sorting Hat was just an attempt to put him in any house other than Ravenclaw, regardless of whether he had the virtues of that house...

Professor McGonagall smiled. "So what if I give you ten...?"

"If someone asks, how do you explain the reason for these ten house points? I'm afraid there are many Slytherins, and I'm not talking about students in school. It would be very strange to know that this spell was removed because of me." Very angry. So I thought it best to keep it in absolute secrecy. Don't thank me, ma'am, virtue is its own reward."

"Indeed," said Professor McGonagall, "but I have something very special for you. I now know that I was completely wrong about you, Mr. Potter. Please wait."

She stood up, walked to the locked back door, waved her wand, and a blurred curtain formed around her.Harry could neither see nor hear what was going on inside.A few minutes later, the blurry curtain disappeared, and Professor McGonagall stood facing him, behind him the locked back door, as if it had never been opened.

Professor McGonagall handed him a necklace, a thin gold chain with a silver ring in the middle and an hourglass in the ring.In her other hand she held a folded booklet. "This is for you," she said.

Wow!He'll get a great magic item as a quest reward!It seems that the strategy of repeatedly rejecting monetary rewards until you get a magic item can be used not only in computer games, but also in real life.

Harry accepted his new necklace with a smile. "What's this?"

Professor McGonagall took a breath. "Mr. Potter, under normal circumstances, this thing will only be lent to very responsible children to help them solve the problem of schedule conflicts." McGonagall hesitated, as if he wanted to add something else, "I must emphasize, Mr. Potter, that the real purpose of this thing is a secret. You must not tell other students, nor be seen by them while using it. If you cannot accept this, please return it now." Give me."

"I'll keep it a secret," said Harry. "What is it for?"

"For the other students, it's a gyratory device for a magical disease called spontaneous replication. It's rare and not contagious. You wear it under your clothes and don't show it to others , but don't keep it a big secret either. There's nothing fancy about rotators. Do you understand, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded, smiling wider.He could sense the handwriting of a capable Slytherin. "Then what is its real purpose?"

"It's a time-turner. One turn of the hourglass will send you back an hour. So you just go back two hours a day and you can fall asleep at the same time."

Harry's tolerance system for absurdity was blown out of the window in a magnificent manner.

You gave me a time machine to solve my sleep problems.

You gave me a time machine to solve my sleep problems.

You gave me a time machine to solve my sleep problems.

"Ahhhhhh..." Harry's mouth said.He held the necklace far away, like holding a bomb that might explode at any moment.In fact, no, unlike a bomb that could go off at any time, this is far from the actual seriousness.Harry held the necklace as far away as if it were a time machine.

I said, Professor McGonagall, did you know that ordinary matter looks indistinguishable from antimatter when you go back in time?That's right!Did you know that if one kilogram of antimatter meets one kilogram of matter, the explosive equivalent of annihilation is equivalent to 300 million tons of TNT?Did you realize that I was 41kg and the result of the explosion was enough to blow Scotland into a big smoking hole?

"Sorry," Harry finally said, "but this sounds very, very, very dangerous!" Harry's voice didn't turn into a scream, and no matter how much he screamed, he couldn't express what he was feeling at the moment, so there was no need to try it.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with kind eyes. "I'm glad you're taking this seriously, Mr. Potter, but Time-Turners are less dangerous than you think. If they were, we wouldn't use them for children."

"Yeah," said Harry, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Gear doesn't send me back to the Middle Ages because I sneezed, accidentally ran over Gutenberg with a wagon,[2] and the Age of Reason doesn't come? Because, you know, I hate when it happens to me body."

The corner of Mag's mouth twitched, which was the expression she had when she was holding back a smile.She tried to hand Harry the booklet, but Harry was holding the necklace carefully in both hands, keeping his eyes on the hourglass to make sure it wouldn't spin. "Don't worry," McGonagall said after a pause, after realizing that Harry had no intention of moving, "that's impossible, Mr. Potter. The Time-Turner can only go back six hours at most. Can only be used up to six times."

"Oh, well, this is good. And if someone hits me, the Time-Turner won't shatter, and the whole of Hogwarts Castle will be thrown into a never-ending Thursday."[3]

"Well, the Time-Turner is indeed very fragile..." McGonagall said, "I have indeed heard that some strange things will happen if it is broken. But it is definitely not as serious as you said!"

"Maybe," Harry said after being speechless for a long time, "you should put a casing on your time machine to protect it, and don't expose the glass, so it won't break."

Meg looked rather taken aback. "A very good idea, Mr. Potter. I will pass your suggestion on to the magical authorities."

Well, it's official, the council has approved it, and everyone in the wizarding world is a complete idiot.

"While I don't want to rise to the level of philosophy," Harry tried to control his voice so as not to scream, "but has anyone thought about what this means? If you go back to six hours ago, do something to change In the past, everyone involved would have been deleted and replaced with a different version—"

"Oh, you can't change the past!" Professor McGonagall interrupted him. "My God, Mr. Porter, if there is such a possibility, do you think we will use it for students? What if someone wants to change their test scores?"

Harry took a moment to think about the meaning of that statement.His hands relaxed a little, just a little, no longer white from the strain on the hourglass chain.It's like what he is holding is not a time machine, but a nuclear warhead that may explode at any time.

"That is to say..." Harry said slowly, "Although there is time travel, everyone finds that this universe... I don't know why it is still self-consistent. If I interact with my future self, the present me and the future self The reality I see is the same version, that is to say, at the first time, the future me already knows what will happen in the future, even for the present me, those things have not happened yet..." Ha Li's voice went down, it was really difficult to describe this concept in English.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "But it's better not to let your past self see it. For example, if you have two classes at the same time and have to go through the same place, your first version should step aside at the appropriate time and close the door. Eyes - you have a watch, that's great - for your future self to pass by. It's all in those instructions."

"Ahahahaha. What if someone doesn't take that advice?"

Professor McGonagall pouted. "I think the results will be quite disturbing."

"But not, say, creating a paradox that would destroy the universe."

She smiled indulgently. "Mr Potter, I should have heard of that if it had happened."

"That's not reassuring at all! Haven't you guys heard of the anthropic principle?[4] And who the hell invented this thing?"

Professor McGonagall laughed.The laughter was very cheerful, and it didn't match her stern face at all. "You've had another 'you turned into a cat' moment, haven't you, Mr. Potter? You're not going to like me saying that, but it's really cute."

"Being a cat doesn't compare to this. You know I've had the horrible thought up until now that there's only one plausible explanation for it all, which is that my entire universe is like The Phantom-3 "is also a computer simulation program,[5] but now even this possibility is ruled out, because this gadget cannot be calculated by Turing! The Turing machine can go back to a certain point in the past, recalculate a different future, predict Machines can rely on other machines to solve the shutdown problem, but what you just said is that reality can be calculated in a self-consistent way, using information that... has not yet happened..."

Harry suddenly realized.

In this case, everything makes sense.Finally made sense.

"So that's how joke tea works! I see! This spell doesn't force ridiculous things to happen, it just makes you want to drink joke tea when something ridiculous is about to happen! I'm so stupid, I should have thought of that Yep, I tried to drink joke tea before Dumbledore's second speech, I refrained from drinking it, and I still choked on my saliva - drinking joke tea doesn't cause funny things, funny things make you drink jokes Tea! I found that these two things were correlated and decided that the joke tea was the cause and the funny thing was the effect, because I thought the order of time determined the direction of the causal relationship, and a causal diagram must be unidirectional. But When you draw the direction of cause and effect against time, it all makes sense!"

It dawned on Harry again.

This time he didn't say anything, just let out a small, strangled cry like a dying kitten in a chokehold.He knew who put the note next to the bed this morning.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were shining. "After you graduate, in fact, before graduation, you really must teach some Muggle theory at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter. Although it's all wrong, it sounds really interesting."

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Professor McGonagall chatted with him for a while, got some other promises from Harry, told him not to talk to the snake in the presence of people, reminded him to read the manual of the Time-Turner, and then Harry found that he had already Standing outside her office door, which was firmly shut.

"Ahhhh..." said Harry.

Yes, he was stimulated.

In particular, he probably wouldn't have gotten the Time-Turner at all if it wasn't for this prank.Or was it that Professor McGonagall was actually going to give it to him, but it would be later, such as when he remembered to ask her how to solve her sleep problem, or tell her about the sorting hat?At that point, would he have thought of playing a prank on himself so he could get the Time-Turner sooner?So the only consistent possibility is that the prank started before he woke up...?

Harry found himself thinking for the first time that the answer to that question might lie in the realm of the truly unknowable.Because his brain nerves can only think in the direction of the passage of time, after adding the time converter, his brain is powerless and can't do anything.

Up to now, Harry has firmly believed in E. T. Jaynes's admonition,[6] that if you don't understand a phenomenon, this fact describes the state of your mind, not the phenomenon itself; the uncertainty is You, not the object of your uncertainty; that is, ignorance exists only in the mind, not in reality, and a blank map is not equal to a blank territory.There are mysterious questions, but there is a contradiction in terms of mysterious answers.A phenomenon may be mysterious to a specific person, but no phenomenon itself is mysterious.Worshiping a divine mystical phenomenon is really just worshiping one's own ignorance.

So Harry faced the magic head on, refusing to be intimidated by it.Many people have no concept of history. They have studied chemistry, biology and astronomy, thinking that these have always been the main content of science, and that they have never been mysterious.The stars were once mysterious.Lord Kelvin once asserted,[7] the principles of life and biology - why muscles obey the brain, why seeds grow into trees - is a mystery "infinitely beyond" the scope of science. (It’s not just beyond a little bit, mind you, it’s infinitely beyond. Lord Kelvin really has a deep feeling for not being able to understand something.) All unsolved secrets have been puzzles in human history, until the moment they are solved .

Now, for the first time, he faces a puzzle that threatens to never be solved.If time is not a one-way acyclic causal diagram, Harry will not understand the meaning of cause and effect; if cause and effect lose their meaning, he will not understand what the real principle of reality is; will never understand because his brain is made of obsolete linear time neurons, and that is only a subset of reality in simple cases.

The positive side of this is that the joke tea that once seemed so invincible and unbelievable now finally has a much simpler explanation.He didn't expect that this explanation was just because the truth was completely beyond the scope of his hypothesis, and even beyond the comprehension scope of his brain.But now he finally figured it out.It's also kind of encouraging.A little bit.

Harry checked his watch.It was almost eleven o'clock.He went to bed at one o'clock in the morning yesterday, so tonight he would not be able to fall asleep until three o'clock in the morning.If he wanted to go to bed at ten and wake up at seven, he would need to go back five hours.In other words, if he wants to return to the dormitory at six o'clock before everyone wakes up, he has to hurry up...

Even in retrospect, there was still a lot Harry didn't understand about his pranks.How did the pie come about?

Harry was beginning to have a genuine fear of time travel.

On the other hand, it must be admitted that this is indeed an opportunity that is missed and will not be available again.You can only play tricks on yourself once in your life, within six hours of first discovering the Time-Turner.

When you think about it that way, it's even weirder.Time had presented him with his prank as a completed fact, and, quite obviously, his own work.Style from concept to execution to note.Include every detail, including the parts he doesn't understand yet.

Well, time is not to be wasted, there are only thirty hours at most in a day.Harry did know some of the things he had to do, and the rest, like pies, he might be able to figure out as he went.Delay is of no use.Staying in the future won't help.

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Harry had sneaked into his dormitory five hours earlier, covering his head with his robes as a cover, in case anyone had woken up and seen him sleeping on the bed as he came in through the door.He didn't want to be forced to explain his little kink of spontaneous reproduction.

Fortunately, everyone fell asleep.

Beside his bed was a box, in red and green wrapping paper, tied with a gold bow.It's a perfect, standard Christmas gift image, but today isn't Christmas.

Harry slipped in as quietly as possible, in case someone's mute was turned down.

An envelope was glued to the box, and the seal was dripping with clear wax, but there was no sign of a seal.

Harry opened the envelope carefully and took out the letter inside.

The letter said:

This is the cloak of Ignotus Peverell, passed down to the Potters by his descendants.Unlike lesser invisibility cloaks and spells, this cloak makes you truly invisible, not just invisible.Your father lent it to me to study shortly before he died, and I must admit that it has come in handy for me over the years.

I'm afraid I'll have to use the Disillusionment Charm in the future.The time has come to return the cloak of invisibility to its heir.I was going to give it back to you as a Christmas present, but it wants to go back to you right away.It seems to think you'll need it.Please use it well.

No doubt you're already planning all kinds of fun pranks, just like your dad did back then.If his misdeeds were exposed, the women of Gryffindor would unite and smash his grave.I have no intention of preventing history from repeating itself, but please be careful not to expose yourself.If Dumbledore saw an opportunity to possess the Deathly Hallows, he would die.

Merry Christmas.

Not signed.

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"Wait," said Harry, falling behind as the other boys left Ravenclaw's dormitory, "sorry, I need something out of the trunk. I'll be down for breakfast in a few minutes."

Terri Boot glared at Harry. "You don't mean to rummage through our things, do you?"

Harry held up a hand. "I swear, I have no such intentions for any of your stuff, I only want to touch my own stuff, I have no mischievous or similar suspicious intentions for any of you, and these intentions are before I go to the lobby for breakfast It never changed before."

Terry frowned. "Wait, you are—"

"Don't worry," said Penelope Clearwater, who led them to the restaurant, "there's no loophole in it. Well said, Potter, you should be a lawyer."

Harry Potter was stunned for a moment.Oh yes, this is a Ravenclaw prefect. "Thank you," he said, "I think so."

"You will get lost when you go to the lobby." Penello's tone seemed to be stating an unchangeable fact, "When you find that you are lost, immediately ask a portrait how to get to the first floor. If you think you may get lost again, hurry up Ask for another portrait. Especially if you are going higher and higher. If you are already higher than the height of the entire castle, stop and wait for someone to rescue you. Otherwise it may be four months before we see you again, And you're five months old, covered in rags and covered with snow, and I'm talking about you in the castle."

"I see," Harry said, swallowing hard, "I said, shouldn't you tell the new students about this kind of thing right away?"

Penello sighed. "How should I tell you everything? It will take several weeks. You will know everything after staying here for a long time." She turned to leave, and the other students followed her. "If I don't see you three or ten minutes after breakfast starts, Potter, I'll start the search."

After everyone had gone, Harry taped the note to the bed—he had written it, and all the others, in the basement of the box before everyone else got up.Then he cautiously entered the silent area and lifted the cloak from the still sleeping Harry-1.

For naughty sake, Harry put the Invisibility Cloak in Harry-1's Mokpouch, since then it would already be in his own Mokpouch.

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"I see, this message is for Cornelyn Fryberwaite," said the aristocratic man in the portrait, whose nose was, in fact, perfectly normal, Literally translated as Lord Weasel Nose.) "May I ask where this message originally came from?"

Harry shrugged, slyly incapable of doing anything. "They told me it was a hollow voice from a rift, a rift that led to a burning abyss."

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"Hey!" snapped Hermione, who was sitting on the other side of the breakfast table, "it's everyone's dessert! You can't put a whole pie in your own bag!"

"I'm not just taking one, I'm going to take two. I'm sorry everyone, I should go!" Harry ignored everyone's protests and left the hall in a hurry.He had to get to herbalism class early.

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Professor Sprout looked at him sharply. "How do you know what those Slytherins are planning?"

"I can't tell you the source of this news," said Harry, "in fact, I have to ask you to pretend our conversation never happened. Please pretend you happened to be passing there on business. Herbalism One I'll be right there after class. I'll try to distract the Slytherins as much as possible before you come. I'm not that good to scare or bully, and I don't think they'd really dare to seriously injure the Boy Who Lived. But... I don't have to run, but I'd appreciate it if you weren't delayed on the road."

Professor Sprout looked at him for a while, and his expression softened. "Please take care of yourself, Harry Potter. And... thank you."

"Don't be late," said Harry. "Also, please remember that when you passed by, you didn't expect to meet me. This conversation never happened."

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It was horrible, seeing himself pull Neville out of his Slytherin circle.Neville was right, he was pushing too hard, too hard.

"Hi," said Harry Potter coldly, "I'm the Boy Who Lived."

Eight first-grade boys, almost about the same height.One of them had a scar on his forehead, and he behaved differently from the others.

Please God give us a small gift

Let us observe ourselves through the eyes of others!

How many blunders made could have been avoided,

How many ignorant ideas will disappear--[8]

Professor McGonagall is right.The Sorting Hat is right.When you look at it from an outsider's point of view, it's all very clear.

There's something wrong with Harry Potter.

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[1] The words "Thomas Covenant Legend" (en.wikipedia/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Thomas_Covenant) are seven powerful magic words that can be used to summon the magical power of "good" on the earth and get blessings.The original text reads "Mellen Kulin Abbasa! Durok Minas Mir Kabal!"

[2] Gutenberg: en.wikipedia/wiki/Johannes_Gutenberg

[3] Never Ending Thursday: There may be an allusion here

a) Line from the science fiction novel "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy": "Today must be Thursday. I will never understand Thursday.": baike.baidu/subview/104555/11043005