It cycled back and forth, endlessly.
"This is… repetition?"
"Correct answer, it's the simplest repetition." Howl nodded: "Repeated iteration is the simplest method."
"So, the perimeter of this snowflake reaches—infinity?!" Harry was somewhat incredulous.
"Theoretically, yes." Howl nodded, "But so far, I myself have only done nine iterations."
"But… what's the point? Uncle Howl, I mean, the area of this snowflake has a limit, right? We are just observing its perimeter in an enlarged way."
"Of course." Howl nodded.
"Taking this magic as an example, it's like our body; the magic power it can mobilize within a certain period is limited.
But under logical deduction, if your compression of magic power can achieve such infinite repetition, then your limited body will contain infinite magic power!"
"But… if it iterates like this, it should have a limit, just like a real snowflake, once it reaches a certain limit, it can no longer branch."
"Yes, in the real world, there is no infinite small. Planck has given the smallest.
But—in the world of magic, in the world of theory, infinite small is possible.
The finite always exists, the infinite is always pursued."
Seeing that Harry was still a bit confused, Howl pondered for a moment.
Perhaps, this was still too early for him?
To tell Harry concisely that this was a compression model he could study until he died, it would be easy to understand.
But that would be too perfunctory.
Snap—Howl thought of a scene.
The scene when the Ancient One first met Stephen Strange.
Thinking this, he smiled.
"The expression of words and images is still somewhat shallow, but in the real world, is there a better way to make you perceive infinity?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
"So, I can only let you experience it personally in a dream."
As he spoke, Howl's hand slapped Harry's forehead, and Harry fell backward.
However, from that moment on, from when those hands came into view—
Hands magnified infinitely before his eyes, from observing the skin, to the palm lines, and then into the epidermal cells.
Suddenly, Harry felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, as if he was shrinking infinitely, falling infinitely…
His vision was filled with various splendid colors, everything he saw was magnified, shrunk, shrunk—shrinking endlessly.
Concepts of time and space began to disappear, only emptiness remained in his ears, as if he had entered a void.
Then, an inexplicable force appeared from his back, like a fish being reeled in.
The next moment, everything receded. In just a moment, he seemed to return to his body at an extreme speed.
"This is the conceptual infinitesimal."
"Look down!"
Before Harry could react, he instinctively lowered his head.
The next moment, the upward force appeared again. He held his breath, his face flushed, and in the blink of an eye, Howl's figure disappeared.
Then came the street, Athens, all of Greece—until he passed the clouds and caught a glimpse of the entire Earth, only then did he come to his senses.
"This is the… Earth… beneath my feet…"
He turned his head and saw the grey-white Moon behind him, staring at him like an eyeball.
The next moment, he floated up again. Earth, the Sun, everything, all appeared in his field of vision simultaneously.
However, the speed continued to accelerate, the receding of the Milky Way was but an instant, and the colossal galaxy clusters also seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
In a daze, he quickly realized something.
It seemed that the extremely vast universe and the extremely tiny microscopic world he had seen… had a kind of self-similarity.
"Repetition! Iteration!"
The speed became faster and faster. Finally, his vision could no longer capture the specific form of anything, only fast-flowing colors remained.
Crack—
The sound of glass shattering rang out.
"This is…"
His speed suddenly slowed down, just at the moment he broke the "mirror."
It seemed like a swimming fish, in a chaotic place.
"I… broke the universe?!"
As he was thinking, a ship made up of various strange houses pieced together floated beside him.
On the deck of the ship stood a person, and a ball of fire with facial features.
It was Howl and Lucifer…
"This?!"
Howl nodded slightly, and the next moment, Harry was dragged at extreme speed again, to another space.
Boom—
He crashed back into his body.
He gasped for breath, raising his head.
Is this what Uncle Howl is pursuing?!
Readers, if you're interested, you can take a look. It's a new seedling.
Salazar Slytherin was resurrected a thousand years after his burial.
Upon waking, he was astonished to find:
Families who were keen on intermarrying with Muggles or were simply Muggle-born now claimed to be pure-blood families.
A madman who appeared out of nowhere, impersonating his descendant, had become the Dark Lord people spoke of with dread.
While various spells became flashy, Wizards' bodies were unusually frail.
Slytherin: Lord Voldemort, I think you're a bit extreme—and also, how come I don't know I built a Chamber of Secrets in the Castle?
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