() "Hermione... and Luna, you are here too... no, it should be said, you are here too." Harry said so, and looked around again, "Here... is that mirror The world after that?"

Just like a change in vision, when Harry turned his head, he found that Luna and Hermione were actually still by his side, and it didn't seem sudden at all.

Even at this moment, the hazy white surroundings gradually began to change, which only gave people a feeling that this place should be like this. Even if the underlying rationality in the heart may not approve, it is surprisingly easy to accept.

look! There should be a huge vaulted glass roof above the head, and the sun seems to be shining through from outside; the originally empty white under the feet has gradually turned gray and black, and the texture is getting closer to the concrete floor.

And in front, on the concave straight road, there seems to be a railway slowly extending to both sides... Or, it is there, but I just noticed its existence just now?

"The platform at King's Cross?"

Harry stomped his feet on the ground with some uncertainty, but the force returned was real.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, Hermione, who was looking down at something behind her, said:

"This ground is not the ground of the platform! If I remember correctly... no, how could I? This is Heathgart Road, Heathgart Road in the suburb of Hampstead Gardens, the one in front of my house Road...Look, there is a slightly arched crack on the side here, I can see it every time I go out and walk a few steps!"

As she was speaking, she turned her head suddenly, and found that behind her had turned into a row of familiar houses with red bricks, brown tiles and white lattice windows—she could even recognize which neighbor's houses they belonged to.

"That means..." Harry was startled, and then looked at Luna not far away together with Hermione.

"Well," Luna nodded slightly, and then stretched out her hand to point to the opposite side of the railway, "That's a Muggle street in London, I've been there, and I've had delicious cream pastries. "

Sure enough, following Luna's finger to look there, there were already densely packed Muggle shops. It's just that they are all closed, which makes the bustling feeling of the Muggle world fade a lot, and it seems a little deserted.

"It seems to be near Covent Garden, right? I've been there a few times too... But, why Christmas?" Hermione subconsciously asked.

She saw holly wreaths and mistletoe more or less decorated on the windows and doors of those shops at a glance. But of course, the most eye-catching are those large and small, colorful Christmas trees.

After a slight pause, Hermione put aside this little question for the time being, and immediately turned to say:

"In short, this should all be based on the scenes that are more impressive in our memory? The three of us, each of us has a part of the memory...Although it seems to be forced to piece together, it is incredible that even if we realize In this regard, I don't seem to find them very abrupt at all!"

Hermione was wondering! However, Harry suddenly let out a light surprise, and then hurriedly said:

"Wait! Where's Miss Grofeyn? Isn't she supposed to 'come here' with us? And... Maca? Where did Maca go?"

Before the words fell, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded beside the three of them, and at the same time, a familiar voice came.

"I am here."

As their gazes turned in a hurry, Maca's figure appeared in the field of vision of each of them.

It's just that it is no longer the figure of the devil with mutilated limbs who can only walk with a cane, but a real Maca. Just like his voice when he just spoke, calm but no longer dull, it is the unpretentious voice that everyone is most familiar with in memory.

It's just the clothes he's wearing now, which are more or less inexplicable-it's something neither Hermione nor Harry has ever seen, a set of old clothes that are a little faded from washing Muggle clothing.

"Oh, do you care about my clothes?" Maca said, and looked down at herself, and tugged at her slightly wrinkled clothes, "This is what I used to wear before I went to Hogwarts. A set of clothes, at that time I always thought it was a little too small! Now here, it becomes just right to wear again..."

They listened, and looked Maca up and down again, and then Hermione asked again:

"Maka, Safina she—"

"It's okay, I'll see her in a while!" Before Hermione could finish asking, Maca replied, "She's different from you guys."

"Then what should we do now?" Seeing that Maca didn't continue to explain, Hermione thought about it and asked again.

Upon hearing this, Maca shrugged immediately, and gestured towards the still white direction at the other end of the railway:

"Just wait for the train to come in!"

I don't know whether Maca knew that there would be a train coming, or whether the train was actually caused by Maca's words. In short, just 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 neat and uniform carriages caught the eyes of several people one after another. The gushing out neatly lingers around the car body, making the whole train seem to come from a dream, with reality in the blur.

Not long ago, everyone just rode it again, obviously it's hard not to be familiar with it.

"Is this... our common memory?" Hermione couldn't help muttering as she watched the train slowly stop in front of her.

Maca nodded with a smile.

"That's right, that's it... let's go! Get in the car!"

After finishing speaking, he took the lead to walk towards the Hogwarts Express that had just stabilized, and boarded one of the carriages nearby.

Seeing this, Hermione and the others immediately followed.

After the four of them got into a box and sat down, the train started to move again, slowly moving forward...

The scenery outside the car window began to turn white again, and became a bit foggy, as if it was about to return to the hazy white state at the beginning. However, after the previous platforms, residences and shops completely receded, they did not completely return to pure white, but remained in a flowing gray-white state in the end.

It was as if the steam from the front of the train was gradually enveloping the entire train, making all the scenery outside the window blurry.

Then, even the scene inside the carriage began to gradually fade away...

I don't know how long it has passed, but at least, it doesn't seem to be too long, and the surrounding scenery has become clear again.

Soon, everyone saw an extremely huge black stone tablet appearing in front of them, standing not far away.