Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Translator's note: Because Chinese cannot express the hissing sound of the snake language + lofter has no italics, the following places where the snake language appears are marked with [蛇] [蛇川].Example: "...Professor Quirrell said that Bellatrix would [snake] sleep for a while [snakebi]."

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The broomstick was invented when Muggles called it the Dark Ages of Europe[1]. The inventor should be a woman named Celestia?The legendary witch of Rilev[2], who is said to be the great-great-granddaughter of Merlin.

Celestia?Relev, or the person or team who actually invented these spells, didn't know anything about Newtonian mechanics.

Therefore, the broomstick works according to Aristotelian physics. [3]

Where the broom flies.

If you want to move straight ahead, point the broom straight ahead; don't worry about maintaining a downward thrust to counteract the effects of gravity.

If you turn the broom, all of its new velocity will be put into the direction it's pointing in, and it won't be tilted by the previous momentum.

A broomstick has a maximum speed, not a maximum acceleration.Not because of air resistance, but because of a spell that provides maximum Aristotelian power to the broomstick.

Even though Harry was dexterous enough to get top marks in his flying lessons, he'd never really paid attention before.The broomsticks worked so much the way the human consciousness intuitively expects them to work that his mind completely ignored the absurdity of their physics.Harry, at his Thursday

During the first broomstick lesson, I was distracted by something more interesting-looking: the words on the note and the glowing red ball.So his brain simply put aside his own disbelief, accepted the reality of the broomstick, and continued to have fun, without thinking about the question, when the answer should have been obvious.And the sad truth is that we only think about a small fraction of all the phenomena we encounter...

This is the story of how Harry James Potter-Evans-Verys was nearly killed for lack of curiosity.

Because rockets don't operate according to Aristotelian physics.

Rockets don't work the way the human conscious intuition suggests.

So a broom with rockets on it wouldn't move like a magic broom, which Harry flies so well.

In fact, none of these things crossed Harry's mind at this moment.

On the one hand, the loudest noise he's ever heard in his life completely blinds him to what he's thinking.

On the other hand, accelerating upwards at four times the gravity meant that he had only about two and a half seconds total to dash from the bottom to the top of Azkaban.

And even if it's the longest two-and-a-half seconds ever recorded, it doesn't leave much room for thought.

At this moment, he could only see the light of the Auror spell shooting at him. He tilted the broom slightly to try to dodge it, and then found that the broom just continued to move in the direction of almost the same momentum as before, instead of going to his finger. direction, activating two unspeakable concepts

*Crap*

And

*Newton*

So Harry turned the broom much harder this time and they started sprinting towards the wall so he pulled the broom the other way and more light came down and the dementors were fighting with some kind of giant platinum The flame-winged creatures floated smoothly together towards them so Harry jerked his broom back up into the sky but now he was still sliding towards the other wall so he lifted the broom a little and then he didn't rush towards the wall again but he was away from it It was too close so he lifted the broom again and the Aurors on the broom in the distance were not far away and he was about to hit the woman so he turned the broom straight away from her and suddenly he saw that his rocket was An extremely powerful flamethrower was a fraction of a second away from the rocket going straight at the auror so he turned the broom sideways as he continued his upward run though he couldn't remember if the rocket was pointing at any auror yet But at least it's not facing her anymore

Harry dodges another Auror within about a meter, the wind brushes past him, and the flamethrower below him pointing to the side is moving upwards at, Harry later guessed, about 300 kilometers per hour .

If there were scalded Aurors screaming, he didn't hear them, but that didn't mean much, because the only thing Harry could hear at the moment was the loud noise.

After a few seconds of "not much quiet but at least calm down", there seemed to be no Aurors, no dementors, and no creatures with huge flame wings around him; looking down from this height, Ah The sprawling, terrifying grandeur of Zkaban looks surprisingly small.

Harry pointed the broom at the sun.The sun was barely visible through the clouds, not hanging high at this point in winter.The broom accelerated in this direction for another two seconds, a sudden spike in speed, and then the solid-fuel rocket burned out.

Afterwards, when Harry could finally hear himself thinking, with nothing but the whistling wind from their insanely fast speeds all around him, Harry's fingers clutching the broom had only to resist with the help of the spell Velocity[3] was much faster, and it was at this point that Harry really started to think about the importance of all Newtonian mechanics and Aristotelian physics and broomstick and rocket research and curiosity and he no longer So Gryffindor thing or at least not until he learns the secret of the Dark Lord's immortality and why he listened to Quirinus in the first place "I promise you, boy, if I Don't think I'll survive, I'm not going to try this thing" Professor Quirrell instead of Mike "Son, if you try to do anything about rockets yourself - I mean anything - and Without the supervision of a trained professional, you will die, and your mother will be very sad," said Professor Vries-Evans.

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"What?" Amelia screamed into the mirror.

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Slowed down by air resistance, the wind dropped to tolerable levels, leaving Harry plenty of opportunities to listen to the humming that nearly filled his entire head.

Professor Quirrell should have used the Silencing Charm on the rocket... Obviously, the effect of the Silencing Charm has a limit... Looking back, Harry should have changed into a pair of earplugs instead of just believing in the Silencing Charm, although it is possible Even earplugs are not enough...

Well, maybe magic healing abilities can deal with permanent hearing damage.

No, seriously, magical healing abilities are supposed to deal with permanent hearing damage.He'd seen some students who went to Madam Pomfrey with injuries that sounded much worse...

Is there any way to transfer an avatar into someone else's brain?asked Hufflepuff, I don't want to live with you guys anymore.

Harry had left all of that stuff behind him, and there was really nothing he could do about it right now.Was there nothing he should have worried about—

Then Harry glanced behind him, thinking for the first time to check if Bellatrix or Professor Quirrell hadn't been blown off the broom.

But the green snake was still in the protective belt, and the emaciated woman was still holding onto the broom tightly. Her face still had an unhealthy color, and her eyes were still bright and dangerous.She shrugged her shoulders as if she was laughing hysterically, and her lips kept moving, as if she was growling, but no sound came out——

Oh, right.

Harry took off the hood of the Invisibility Cloak and nodded his ears, signaling to her that he couldn't hear.

So Bellatrix took her wand and pointed it at Harry, and the buzzing in his ears died away immediately, and he could hear her talking.

After a while he regretted it; she offered Azkaban, Dementors, Aurors, Dumbledore, Lucius, Barty Crouch, something called the Order of the Phoenix, and anyone else who got in her way. The people of Devil's Road, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah;

"That's enough, Bella," Harry finally said, and her voice stopped immediately.

There was a pause.Harry put the hood of the Invisibility Cloak back on his head in accordance with unwritten rules; at the same time, he immediately remembered that they might have binoculars or something down there, and in retrospect, it would have been a foolish idea to put the hood down. No matter how stupid the move was, he hoped that the whole mission would not end up failing because of this single mistake...

We're really not cut out for this kind of work, are we?Slytherin observed.

Hey, Hufflepuff objected reflexively, we can't expect perfection the first time, maybe we just need to practice a few more times forget what I said.

Harry looked back again and saw Bellatrix looking around suspiciously, curiously.Her head kept turning and turning and turning and turning.

At last Bellatrix spoke, her voice lower now, "Master, where are we?"

What do you mean?That's what Harry wanted to say, but the Dark Lord couldn't admit he didn't know something, so Harry replied dryly, "We're on the broomstick."

Did she feel like she was dead and this was heaven?

Bellatrix's hands were still tied to the broom, so she just held up a finger and said, "What's that?"

Harry looked in the direction of her finger... nothing in particular, actually...

Then Harry remembered.After they got that high up in the sky, there were no clouds to hide it anymore.

"That's the sun, Bella dear."

His voice was surprisingly restrained.The Dark Lord sounded very calm, perhaps a little impatient with her, as tears rolled down Harry's cheeks.

In the endless cold, in the pitch-black darkness, of course the sun will be...

happy memory...

Bellatrix's head turned back and forth.

"Where's the furry thing?" she said.

"cloud."

There was a pause, and then Bellatrix said, "But what are they?"

Harry didn't answer her, his voice couldn't keep calm anymore, it was impossible to keep calm anymore, the only thing he could do now was to fully catch his breath while weeping.

After a while, Bellatrix exhaled so softly, softly that Harry could barely hear, "It's beautiful..."

Slowly her face relaxed and the color faded from her pale face almost as quickly as it did when it was applied.

Her bony body slammed onto the broom.

Her hand was motionless, the borrowed wand hanging lifelessly from the strap around her hand.

What are you kidding——

Then Harry's mind remembered the side effects of the fever potion; Professor Quirrell said Bellatrix would [snake] sleep for a while [snake bi].

And in the same instant, as he looked back at the gaunt, pale woman who looked mortally dead in the bright sunlight, there was another part of Harry convinced that she was dead, that what she had just said were her last words , Professor Quirrell misjudged the dosage——

—or sacrificed Bellatrix on purpose, to ensure both of them escaped—

Is she still breathing?

Harry couldn't tell if she was breathing.

On the broomstick, he couldn't reach back to check her pulse.

Harry turned his head back ahead, making sure they didn't hit any flying rocks, and continued to steer the broom towards the sun, the invisible boy and the presumably dead woman flying into the afternoon, his hands still clinging to the wood, His knuckles were whitish.

He couldn't go back and do artificial respiration.

He can't use what's in his first aid kit.

Believe that Professor Quirrell will not put her in danger?

Strange, too strange, even if he really believed that Professor Quirrell wasn't trying to kill the Auror (because the act itself was really stupid), Professor Quirrell's reassurance could no longer reassure him.

Then Harry remembered that he hadn't checked—

Harry turned his head, and hissed, [Snake] "Teacher?" [Snake Bi]

The snake in the seat belt didn't move or speak.

…Maybe the snake wasn't really a rider, not protected by the anti-acceleration spell.Or maybe being so close to a dementor without shields, even in Animagus form, had knocked the Defense Professor out.

This is not good.

Professor Quirrell was supposed to tell Harry when it was safe to use the Portkey.

Harry steered the broomstick, his knuckles turning white, and then began to think that during the time that Bellatrix may or may not have been breathing, during the time when Professor Quirrell himself may have been out of breath for quite a while, he was pushing very hard. I thought about it for a while, and I don't know how long I thought about it.

Then Harry decided: it was possible to make up for the mistake of wasting the Portkey he had in hand, but it was impossible to make up for the mistake of starving the brain for too long.

So Harry took the next Portkey out of his pocket and at the same time slowed the broom and stopped in the blue sky (when Harry was thinking about this, he didn't know that the Portkey's ability to automatically adjust to the Earth's rotation included Including matching most of the speeds to the new environment), attaching the Portkey to the broom, and...

Harry paused, still holding on to the paired branch, feeling like it had been two weeks since the previous branch had been broken.He felt a sudden hesitation; his brain seemed to have learned the rule, through some kind of neurological negative reinforcement, that snapping branches was a bad idea.

But this was really illogical, so Harry broke the branch anyway.

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There was a thunderous bang from the metal door nearby, and Amelia dropped the mirror in her hand, turned around with her wand in her hand, and then the door burst open, facing Dumbledore, standing on a huge wall on the prison wall. In front of the black smoke hole.

"Amelia," said the old wizard, without a trace of his usual frivolity.His eyes behind half-moon glasses were as cold as a pair of sapphires. "I have to get out of Azkaban, right now. Is there any quicker way to get out of this restricted area than with a broom?"

"No--"

"Then I want your fastest broom, right now!"

The place Amelia wanted to be was next to the Auror who had been wounded by devil flames or something.

And what she needed to do was to find out what Dumbledore knew.

"You guys!" The old witch roared at the team around her, "Then check the corridor until you get to the bottom floor, they may not have escaped all!" Then, she turned to the old wizard, "Two brooms. When we reach the sky You can brief me on the situation."

They stared at each other for a moment, but not for long.

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A disgusting hook hooked Harry's stomach far harder than the one that had taken him to Azkaban, and this time the teleportation distance was so long that he could hear a moment of silence, watching In the gap from one place to another, the invisible space between spaces.

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The sun shone on them for only a moment, and was soon covered by rain clouds. They set off from Azkaban in the direction of the wind, but faster than the wind.

"Who's behind this?" Amelia yelled at the broom that was only a step away from her.

"One of the two," replied Dumbledore. "I don't know who it is at this point. If it's the first, we're in trouble. If it's the second, we're in much bigger trouble. "

Amelia sighed without wasting time, “Then when will you know?”

The old wizard's voice was solemn and quiet, but for some reason it was overwhelmed by the wind. "To be perfect, they need three things, if it's that one: the flesh of the Dark Lord's most trusted servant, the blood of the Dark Lord's greatest enemy, and the entrance to some cemetery. I thought Harry Potter is safe because their plan in Azkaban failed - I put him on guard anyway - but now I'm terrified. They can travel through time, and someone has a time switch in their hands and I suspect the plan to kidnap Harry Potter started hours before. That's why we haven't heard about it yet, because time in Azkaban cannot be warped .You see, this past takes place after our own future."

"What if it's someone else?" Amelia yelled.What she'd just heard was worrying enough; it sounded like the darkest of dark rituals, and one centered on the dead Dark Lord himself.

The old wizard's face became even more serious, he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

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When the pull of the Portkey faded and the sun just peeked out on the horizon, it looked more like a sunrise than a sunset, and their broomsticks hovered over a small patch of dull orange rock and gravel with cratered hills below. Yah, it's as if someone kneaded the dough for land a few times and then forgot to smooth it out.Nearby was an endless stream of water that was rippling, although the broom was positioned over the land, which was at least several meters above sea level.

Harry blinked at the dawn colors before realizing that the Portkey had been sent internationally this time.

"Hello!" came a lively female voice behind him, and Harry turned his broom and looked back.A middle-aged lady was raising a hand to her mouth, deliberately making a gesture of calling, and then hurried forward.Her kindly features, narrow eyes, and yellow-brown skin marked a race unfamiliar to Harry; she wore bright purple robes of a style Harry had never seen before; and when she spoke again, because Harry hadn't traveled anywhere yet, and he couldn't make out her accent. "Where were you just now? You were two hours late! I almost gave up on you... hello?"

There was a short pause.Harry's mind seemed to be spinning strangely, so slowly, and everything felt so far away, as if there was a thick pane between him and the world, and another thick pane between him and his feelings, He can see it, but not touch it.After he saw the light of dawn and the kindly witch, he finally reacted, and thought it all seemed like a fitting end to the adventure.

Then the witch rushed forward, drawing her wand; she muttered a word, and cut the fabric that bound the haggard woman to the broom.Bellatrix was floated down on the sandstone, her bony arms and pale legs hanging lifeless. "Oh, Merlin," murmured the witch, "Merlin, Merlin, Merlin..."

She showed concern, something abstract, distant thinking behind two panes of glass.Is this something a real therapist would say, or someone who has been told to act like this?

A whisper escaped Harry's lips, as if it wasn't him speaking but another part of itself on the other side of the double pane of glass. "That green snake behind her is an Animagus." The whisper was neither harsh nor grim, just soft. "He lost consciousness."

The witch looked up at the empty space where the voice had come from, and then back at Bellatrix. "You're not Mr. Jeff."

"It's the Animagus," whispered Harry's lips.Oh, makes sense, thought Harry behind the glass, listening to the sound of his own lips; Professor Quirrell had another name, of course.

"When did he become—bah, forget it." The witch put her wand under the snake's nose for a moment, then shook her head violently. "He just needs to rest for a day and everything will be fine. She..."

"Can you wake him up now?" whispered Harry's lips.Is this a good idea?Harry thought, but his mouth definitely looked like it was.

Another violent shake of the head. "If quick recovery doesn't wake him up—" the witch said.

"I didn't try." Harry's lips whispered.

"What? Why—oh, forget it. Resuscitate quickly."

There was a pause, and then the snake slowly crawled out of the safety belt.The green head slowly lifted and looked around.

After a haze, Professor Quirrell stood there, and after a while, he knelt down.

"Lie down," said the witch, without looking up from Bellatrix, "is that you, Jeremy?"

"That's right," the Defense Professor's voice was very hoarse, and he carefully lay flat on the relatively flat place of orange-yellow sandstone.He was not as pale as Bellatrix, but there was no color in his face in the dim morning light. "Hello, Miss Camperbunkle[2]."

"I told you," said the witch, her voice sharp and with a slight smile on her face, "call me Crystal, this is not England, we don't have your rules. And now it's a doctor, no miss."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Campbellbunker." A dry sneer followed the words.

The witch laughed a little brighter, and her voice became sharper. "Who is your friend?"

"You don't need to know." The defense professor lay on the ground with his eyes closed.

"How bad is it?"

The voice became extremely cold: "Tomorrow you can read it in any newspaper with an international edition."

The witch's wand moved back and forth, poking all over Bellatrix's body. "I miss you, Jeremy."

"Really?" said the Defense Professor, sounding a little taken aback.

"Not at all. If I didn't owe you—"

The Defense Professor started laughing, which turned into coughing.

What do you think?Harry listened from behind the glass wall, while the Slytherin spoke to his inner critic.Is it a show, or is it real?

No idea, says Harry's inner critic, I'm not in peak critical mode right now.

Can anyone think of a good way to spy and gather more information?Ravenclaw said.

Another whisper in the empty air above the broom: "How likely is it to recover what happened to her?"

"Oh, let's see. Ten years of Legilimency and unknown dark rituals, followed by ten years of exposure to dementors? Restoring it all? You're delusional, 'whoever you are' mr. The question is whether there is anything left, if I say so, there is a [-]/[-] probability—” The witch stopped suddenly.When she spoke again, her voice was softer. "If you were her ex-friend...then no, you're definitely not coming back to her. Better understand that now."

I vote for the show, says my inner critic.She's not going to blow everything out of this one issue unless she's deliberately looking for an opportunity to say it.

Understood, but I'd take it as weak evidence, Ravenclaw said, and when you're trying to weigh such subtle evidence, it's hard to keep your opinion from being dominated by suspicion.

"What potion did you give her?" said the witch, after opening Bellatrix's mouth and inserting her wand, which flashed several colors of light.

The man lying on the ground said calmly, "Fever—"

"Are you crazy?"

There was another burst of coughing laughter.

"With luck, she'll sleep for a few weeks," said the witch, and clicked her tongue, "I think I'll send you an owl when she opens her eyes, so you can come back and convince her to make an unbreakable vow .If she can move on her own in another month, do you have anything to stop her from killing me?"

The defense professor's eyes were still closed, and he took out a piece of paper from his robe; after a while, words appeared on the paper, with a few wisps of fine blue smoke rising from it.After the smoke stopped, the paper floated towards the woman.

The woman looked at the paper, raised her eyebrows, and snorted mockingly. "Better work, Jeremy, or my last words and testament will be to put a bounty on your head with all my fortune. Speaking of which—"

The Defense Professor fumbled in his robes again, then threw a jingling packet at the witch.The witch grabbed the small bag, weighed it, and made a sound of satisfaction.

Then she stood up, lifting the bony, pale woman lying beside her from the ground. "I'm going back," said the Witch, "I can't start working in this place."

"Wait," said the Defense Professor, and with a gesture, he retrieved the wand from Bellatrix's hand and safety belt.Then he pointed his wand at Bellatrix, drew a small circle, and said softly, "Forget nothing."

"Enough," snapped the witch, "I'll get her out of here now, before someone does any more harm to her—" She wrapped one arm around Bellatrix's bony figure, Pull her close, and with a resounding pop! , both of them disapparated and disappeared.

There was silence in the potholed place, save for the gentle sound of waves and a hint of wind.

I think the show is over, and my inner critic says I give two and a half stars out of five.She may not be a very seasoned actress.

I'm wondering if a real therapist could be more fake than an actor who's been told to play a therapist?Ravenclaw laughed.

It's like watching a TV show, that's how Harry feels, like watching a TV show, looking at characters that you don't particularly feel for, that's all you can see and feel from the other side of the glass wall.

Harry somehow managed to move his lips to get his voice out into the still dawn air before being startled by his own question. "How many people are you anyway?"

The pale man lying on the ground didn't laugh out loud, but in the eyes of Harry on the broom, he saw Professor Quirrell's mouth curled up, and there was a familiar sarcastic smile on his lips. "I'm too lazy to count. How many are you?"

Hearing that kind of answer shouldn't have shaken Harry so hard, but he felt - he felt - shaken, as if his center had been ripped out of him -

Oh.

"Sorry," said Harry's voice.The voice now sounded as distant and detached as Harry had felt it before. "I think I'm going to pass out in a few seconds."

"Use the fourth portkey I gave you, the one I said was our backup safehouse," said the man lying on the ground, calmly but quickly. "It's safer there. And, keep wearing your invisibility cloak."

With his free hand Harry took another twig from his bag and snapped it off.

Another yank of the Portkey, the length of the international teleportation, and he was somewhere dark.

"Lumos," said Harry's lips, a part of him finding safety for the whole.

He was in what appeared to be a Muggle warehouse, deserted.

Harry's legs scrambled off the broom and lay on the ground.He closed his eyes, and a small part of his will caused his light to go out, and he fell into darkness.

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"Where are you going?" Amelia yelled.They were almost at the edge of the penalty area.

"Go back and protect Harry Potter," said the old wizard, and before Amelia could ask him if he could help, she felt them pass the edge of the restricted area.

With an apparition pop, both the wizard and the phoenix vanished, leaving only the borrowed broom behind.

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1.欧洲黑暗年代：zh.wikipedia/wiki/%E6%AD%90%E6%B4%B2%E9%BB%91%E6%9A%97%E6%99%82%E4%BB%A3

2. Celestia?Celestria Relevo, Camblebunker: Both come from readers who drew fan pictures for the author.

3.亚里士多德物理学：zh.wikipedia/wiki/%E4%BA%9A%E9%87%8C%E5%A3%AB%E5%A4%9A%E5%BE%B7%E7%89%A9%E7%90%86%E5%AD%A6

4.终端速度：zh.wikipedia/wiki/%E7%B5%82%E7%AB%AF%E9%80%9F%E5%BA%A6