"Hermione... and Luna, you are here too... No, I should say, you are here too." Harry said, and looked around again, "This... is behind the mirror. The world?"
Just like the change of vision, Harry turned his head and realized that Luna and Hermione were actually still beside him. It was not sudden at all.
Even at this moment, the hazy white color around it gradually begins to change, giving people a feeling that this is how it should be. Even if the underlying rationality in the heart may not approve it, it is surprisingly easy to accept it.
Look! There should be a huge arched glass roof above the head, and the sun seems to be shining through from the outside; the originally empty white under the feet gradually becomes gray and black, and the texture becomes closer to the cement floor.
And in front, there seems to be a railway extending slowly to both sides on the concave straight road... Or maybe it is already there, but you just noticed its existence
"The platform at King's Cross Station?"
Harry stomped his feet hard on the ground with some uncertainty, but the force that came back was already real.
"wrong!"
Suddenly, Hermione, who was looking down at something behind her, said:
"This is not the ground of the platform! If I remember correctly... No, how could I remember correctly? This is Heathgate Road, Heathgate Road in Hampstead Garden Suburbs, the one in front of my house The road... you see, there is a slightly arched crack on the side here, and I can see it every time I go out and only take a few steps!"
As she was speaking, she suddenly turned her head and found that behind her, there had been a row of familiar houses with red bricks, brown tiles and white lattice windows. She could even recognize which neighbor's house each belonged to.
"That means..." Harry was startled, and then he and Hermione looked at Luna not far away.
"Well," Luna nodded slightly, then stretched out her hand to point to the opposite side of the railway in front of her, "That's a Muggle street in London. I've been there and had delicious cream pastries. "
Sure enough, following Luna's finger and looking over there, there were already densely packed Muggle shops there. It's just that they are all closed, but the bustling feeling of the Muggle world has faded a lot, making it seem a bit deserted.
"That seems to be near Covent Garden, right? I've been there a few times... But why is it Christmas?" Hermione said subconsciously.
At a glance, she saw the holly wreaths, mistletoe and other things that were more or less decorated on the windows and doors of those shops. But of course, the most eye-catching ones are the colorful Christmas trees, large and small.
After a short pause, Hermione put aside this unimportant question for the time being, and immediately turned to:
"Anyway, these should all be based on the scenes that are more impressive in our memories, right? The memories of each of the three of us account for a part... Although it seems to be forcibly pieced together, the incredible thing is that even if we realize it, At this point, I don’t seem to find them obtrusive at all!”
Hermione was wondering! However, he heard Harry suddenly let out a soft sigh, and then hurriedly said:
"Wait! Where is Miss Geofine? Shouldn't she be 'coming' with us? And... Maka? Where is Maka?"
Before they finished speaking, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded around the three of them, and at the same time, a familiar voice came.
"I am here."
As their eyes turned hurriedly, Maka's figure immediately appeared in the field of vision of each of them.
It's just that it is no longer the figure of the demon with mutilated limbs and can only walk with a cane, but the appearance of a genuine Maka. Just like his voice when he first spoke, it was calm but no longer dull. It was the simple and unpretentious voice that everyone remembers most.
The clothes he was wearing now were more or less puzzling - they were something neither Hermione nor Harry had ever seen before. They were old and worn, and the edges were stained after being washed. Muggle clothing.
"Oh, do you care about my clothes?" Maka said, lowering her head to take a look at herself, and tugging at the corners of her slightly wrinkled clothes, "This is what I often wore before I went to Hogwarts. A set of clothes, at that time, I always felt that it was already a little too small! But now, it has become just right to wear... "
They listened and looked Maka up and down a few more times, and then Hermione asked again:
"Maka, Safina, she-"
"It's okay, I'll see her soon!" Before Hermione could finish asking, Maka replied, "She's different from you."
"Then what should we do now?" Seeing that Maka did not continue to explain, Hermione thought about it and asked again.
When Maka heard this, she immediately shrugged and gestured towards the still white end of the railway ahead:
"Just wait until the train pulls into the station!"
I don’t know if Maka knew that the train was coming, or if the train was actually caused by Maka’s words. In short, as soon as he said these words, a rumbling sound came from that direction from far to near.
The train is really coming!
The red and black front of the car and the neatly arranged carriages caught the eyes of several people one after another. The gushing neatness lingered around the car body, making the entire train seem to be shuttled from a dream, blurred with reality.
Not long ago, everyone just rode it once again, and it was obviously difficult to get familiar with it.
"Is this... our shared memory?" Hermione couldn't help but murmured as she looked at the train slowly stopping in front of her.
Maka smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that's it... let's go! Get in the car!"
After that, he took the lead and walked towards the Hogwarts Express that had just stabilized, and boarded one of the nearest carriages.
When Hermione and others saw this, they immediately followed.
After the four of them had entered a box and sat down, the train started moving again, slowly moving forward...
The scenery outside the car window began to turn white again, becoming a bit hazy, as if it was returning to its original hazy white state. However, after the previous stations, residences and shops completely receded, it did not completely return to pure white, but ultimately remained in a flowing gray-white state.
It was as if the steam from the front of the car was gradually enveloping the entire train, making all the scenery outside the window unclear.
Then, even the scene inside the carriage began to fade away...
I don’t know how long it took, but at least it didn’t feel like too long, and the surrounding scenery became clear again.
Soon, everyone saw an extremely huge black stone monument appearing in front of them, standing not far away.