Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

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"Of course it was my fault. No one else here is responsible for anything."

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"Now, just to be clear," Harry said, "Dad, you know you're not strapped with wire, so if this professor actually made you levitate, that's enough evidence. You can't It’s not fair to insist instead that it’s a magician’s trick. If you feel that way, please speak up now so we can devise a different experiment.”

Harry's father, Professor Mike Verres-Evans, rolled his eyes. "Got it, Harry."

"And you, Mom, according to your theory, this professor should be able to make Dad float. If not, you have to admit that you made a mistake. You can't make excuses like magic requires sincerity to work." .”

Deputy Minerva McGonagall watched Harry with a puzzled expression on her face.In her black robe and pointed hat she looked like a real witch.But when she spoke, her Scottish accent and formal tone didn't match her appearance at all.At first glance, she should be the kind of character who throws a baby into a pot of medicine while grinning evilly, but as soon as she opens her mouth, this atmosphere is completely destroyed. "Is that enough, Mr Potter?" she said. "Can I start?"

"Enough? Probably not," said Harry. "But at least it will help. Go ahead, Vice-Chancellor."

"Just call me Professor," she said, and then, "Wingardium, Leviosa."

Harry looked at his dad.

"Huh," said Harry.

His dad looked at Harry. "Hey," Dad said too.

Then Professor Mike Verris Evans turned to Professor McGonagall. "Okay, you can let me down now."

His dad was carefully lowered to the ground.

Harry ran his hands through his hair.Probably because that weird part of him was already convinced of it, but... "It's kind of disappointing," said Harry. "You always think that when you observe such an event with infinitely small probability, you will have a stronger psychological reaction—" Harry stopped.Mom, the witch, even Dad was looking at him that way. "I mean, when you find out that everything you believed in has been disproved."

Really, it should have been more dramatic.His brain should have thrown out all the conjectures he knew about the universe, none of which would have allowed what was happening in front of him.But all he seemed to think in his mind was, well, I saw the Hogwarts professor wave his wand and my dad floated.What next?

The witch smiled at them kindly, and seemed to be having fun. "Any other demos you'd like to see, Mr. Potter?"

"No need," Harry said. "We've done an experiment with undeniable conclusions. But..." Harry hesitated.He couldn't contain his curiosity.In fact, there is no need to control in the current situation.He had every right to be curious. "What else can you do?"

Professor McGonagall turns into a cat.

Harry reflexively backed away, too fast, tripped over a pile of books on the floor in a panic, and sat on the ground with a thud.He pressed his hands on the ground to support himself, but the angle was not adjusted properly, and his shoulders sprained when he landed.

The little tabby cat instantly transformed back into a woman in a black robe. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter," said the witch, her voice sounding sincere, but the corners of her mouth were turning upward. "I should have warned you first."

Harry was inhaling sharply.When he spoke, his voice seemed to be choking. "You can't do that!" "It's just Transfiguration," Professor McGonagall explained. "To be exact, it's Transfiguration that turns people into animals."

"You become a cat! A kitten! You violate the conservation of energy! This is not an arbitrary law, it is derived from the quantum Hamiltonian! Violate this law, and unity is broken, and you You will get faster-than-light communication! What’s more, cats are very complicated! It’s impossible to imagine the anatomical shape of the whole cat with the human mind alone, as well as the biochemical process of the cat, and the nervous system. What about the cat’s size? How do you think in your brain?"

The smile on Professor McGonagall's lips deepened. "magic."

"Magic is not enough! You have to be God!"

Professor McGonagall blinked. "It's the first time I've heard this name."

Harry's vision blurred as his brain began to comprehend all the laws that had been broken by the demonstration just now.The notion that the universe we live in is a unified whole, governed by the same rules of mathematical laws, has just been flushed down the toilet; that is the basis of all physics. For 3000 years, scientists have divided and transformed huge and complex things into relatively simple problems, and found that the trajectory of planets and falling apples follow the same physical laws, and found that these real laws are everywhere, without exception, with simple The form of mathematical formulas rules everything concrete and minute, not to mention that the mind is the brain, and the brain is made of neurons, and a person is defined by his brain—

Then the woman turned into a cat, and all that was over.

Hundreds of questions were fighting on Harry's lips, and the winning question was asked: "And, Yugardim, what kind of spell is Leviosa? Who invented the words for these spells, Kindergarten?" Is it a child?"

"All right, Mr. Potter," said Professor McGonagall firmly, but a suppressed smile flashed in her eyes. "If you want to study magic, I suggest we get the paperwork done so you can go to Hogwarts."

"Okay," Harry said, feeling a little dizzy.He pulls himself together.The long march of reason has to start all over again, that's all.They can still use experimental methods to explore, which is the most important point. "How can I get to Hogwarts?"

A choked laugh escaped Professor McGonagall's throat, as though it had been plucked from her throat with tweezers.

"Wait a minute, Harry," said his dad. "Have you forgotten why you haven't been able to go to school? What about your illness?"

Professor McGonagall turned to face Mike. "His illness? What illness?"

"I don't sleep well," Harry said.He waved his hand, expressing helplessness. "My sleep cycle is 26 hours. Every day I have to go to bed two hours later than the previous day. If I go to bed early, I can't fall asleep, and then the next day I go to bed two hours later than the previous day. 10 o'clock, 12 2:4, [-]:[-], [-]:[-], and so on and on and on. Getting me up early doesn't do much, except it keeps me out of energy throughout the day. That's why I haven't been able to go to normal school so far." One of the reasons," Mom said.Harry glared at her.

Professor McGonagall gave a long hum. "I've never heard of this disease...", she mused. "I'll ask Sister Pomfrey to see if she knows what to do." Then her expression brightened. "No, I'm sure this one's okay—I'll find a solution in time. Alright," her eyes turned sharp, "anything else?"

Harry shot his parents a hard look. "I am a person of conscience who opposes the militarization of children on the basis that there is no reason for me to be a victim of an incompetent education system that fails to provide teachers or learning materials that meet minimum standards."

Harry's parents laughed at the same time, as if they had heard a big joke. "Ah," said Harry's dad, eyes sparkling, "is that why you bit your maths teacher in third grade?"

"She doesn't even know what a logarithm is!"

"Of course," agreed Harry's mother. "Bite her is a mature reaction."

Harry's dad nodded. "What a thoughtful response, just right for a teacher who doesn't understand logarithms."

"I was only seven years old! How long are you going to hang on to this?"

"Yeah," said his mother sympathetically, "just bite the math teacher once and they'll make you never forget it. Isn't it?"

Harry turned to Professor McGonagall. "There! Do you see what I'm living?"

"I'm sorry," said Petunia, and ran out the back door into the garden, where she could be clearly heard laughing from the living room.

"No, um, no," Professor McGonagall didn't know why it was a little difficult to speak, "You can't bite the Hogwarts professor, understand, Mr. Potter?"

Harry glared at her. "Okay, as long as others don't bite me, I won't bite others."

After hearing this, Professor Mike Verris Evans also needed to hide for a while.

"Okay," sighed Professor McGonagall after Harry's parents had calmed down and returned to the room. "Okay. I think, under such circumstances, I'd better wait two days before school starts to accompany you to buy school supplies."

"Huh? Why? The other kids have already learned magic, haven't they? I have to hurry up and catch up with everyone!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter," replied Professor McGonagall, "Hogwarts is very good at elementary teaching. And I suspect, Mr. Potter, that if I left you and your books alone for two months, Even if I don't give you a wand, by the time I return, your house will probably be nothing but a purple-smoky crater, a city whose residents have been evacuated, and a group of fire-breathing zebras terrorizing the last remaining wreckage in Britain .”

Harry's parents nodded in unison.

"Mom! Dad!"

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