Hogwarts time travel

In the chaotic infinite world, there are infinite sibling bodies, and they are each other's noumenon and each other's clones. There is no such thing as the so-called noumenon and clones.

Just like Harry Potter, the Harry Potter that Loya is familiar with can be used as a benchmark because his character is most consistent with the image description in the book and is closest to the image that the public is familiar with.

Similarly, since there are Harry Potters who are close to the image in the books, there will naturally be Harry Potters that are deviated.

For man-made objects running in space, even a micron of deflection will produce huge differences in the subsequent operation process. The human body is actually no less complex than the boundless starry sky. Harry's parents are making Harry Even a slight deviation in time may cause a huge change in Harry's personality.

Like becoming a girl.

The Harry in this world did not turn into the image of a girl that people liked to see, but instead inexplicably gained the attention of the God of Death.

While growing up, the God of Death was closely involved in his life, which gave Harry an unimaginable tolerance for death.

In his view, death is like a one-way journey. People who leave are just arriving from one place to another and will not come back.

People have seen the same separation too many times. Who can guarantee that the people who meet at this moment will have a second chance to meet?

We can't see the numbers behind each person.

Although Harry has a close relationship with Death to some extent, he can't guarantee that Death will agree to his plan.

Going down to the bottom of the platform, the standing door was occasionally covered by gauze, and the black cat couldn't help but shudder.

I heard that this door has existed longer than the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic spent a lot of effort to move this door, but to no avail, and finally chose to build the Ministry of Magic on top of the door.

Maybe one of the reasons for the existence of the Ministry of Magic is to guard this door?

"I feel uncomfortable all over. It's better for you to go alone." Black Cat decisively stepped back and said.

Harry nodded and walked through the door without hesitation.

After a brief period of darkness, Harry walked into a pure white space.

There is nothing in this pure white space, only an invisible edge of white.

Harry walked forward. In fact, Harry couldn't tell whether he was walking forward, because no matter how he moved, the surrounding scenery was exactly the same pure white, as if he was walking on a treadmill.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but Harry felt a dull sharp pain in the scar on his forehead. The sharp pain was like a compass, making Harry start to move in the direction of worsening pain.

Soon, a platform appeared in the distance.

There is only one bench and a sign on the platform.

Kind of like a bus stop?

Harry looked at the sign first. The word "Midpoint" was clearly written on the sign.

Harry sat in the chair, waiting for the next change.

Since this is the only thing in this space, then there must be something corresponding to it, and it is not a random thing.

Harry's guess was successful. A dilapidated and squeaking bus appeared out of thin air and stopped in front of the platform with a weak posture.

"I thought it was going to be a train," Harry muttered, getting into the car.

Sitting in the cab was a driver wearing a blue uniform with his big-brimmed hat held low. I wonder if he could still see the road like this.

Harry casually found a seat by the window and sat down, and began to look at the situation in the car.

There were a few passengers sitting here and there in the car, most of them covering their faces with various objects. Harry looked at them several times in a row but didn't see what they looked like.

The car swayed forward, and people got off and got on from time to time. Every time the sign next to "station" appeared outside the window, it also said "midpoint."

They are all midpoints, where is the end point?

Harry thought about it, walked to the driver's side, and asked tentatively: "Hello, when will the end of this car arrive?"

Unexpectedly, the driver actually spoke. He said slowly in a difficult voice: "Only the truly dead can reach the end point, otherwise they can only reach the midpoint."

Harry looked back at the passengers in the car, slightly surprised: "Aren't they dead people?"

Harry always thought that this bus traveling in the realm of death was filled with dead people.

"How can such a good thing happen?" Although he couldn't see the driver's expression clearly, Harry felt that he was sneering, "How can you see a dead person so easily?"

"To die is to die, and you will go directly to the God of Death. Here are just the phantoms of those beings whose lifespan has not expired in the human world."

"Some people are dying in the human world. During the exchange between life and death, their consciousness will fall here. This is the boundless realm between life and death. No life can survive here. They are all just here. A brief stay, soon gone as life passes and is restored.”

The driver glanced at Harry and said, "As for you, it's best to leave immediately, otherwise you will really die."

Harry was shocked, but still asked reluctantly: "How can I see the God of Death?"

"People cannot see the God of Death. All you can see are the projections of the God of Death." The driver said, "You can only reach the place where the God of Death is."

"That's okay." Harry nodded heavily, "Please tell me."

"Are you stupid?" the driver mocked sarcastically, "God of Death, can't you go to Him after you die?"

Harry's pupils shrank, and he felt a huge force coming from behind him. He took a few steps back, feeling that he was about to be pulled off the car by this inexplicable force.

The driver opened the car door casually and said: "This is someone in this world who is saving you. Don't stay here. Go back."

Harry took a deep look at the driver and released his hand holding the door.

His eyes fell into darkness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a cat face plastered on his face.

"Are you awake?" Black Cat looked at Harry suspiciously, "You just fell down when you were about to go in."

Harry frowned. He had never been in?

But why does my face feel so hot and painful?

The black cat retracted its paws guiltily and asked seriously: "What did you see?"

"An endless white world with a bus running through it," Harry said.

"If you really have a relationship with the God of Death, could it be that he didn't let you in because he didn't want you to die?" Black Cat asked.

"But I have a reason to see him." Harry said firmly.

"Then you have to die once." Black Cat said speechlessly.

"You're right." Harry's eyes were bright.

Black Cat: "Huh?"