Human beings modeled the world using stratified levels of organization, they had
When Harry's brain needed to think about the eraser, it would think about the rules that governed erasers, like "erasers can get rid of pencil-marks". Only if Harry's brain needed to predict what would happen on the lower chemical level, only then would Harry's brain start thinking - as though it were a separate fact - about rubber molecules.
But that was all in the
Harry's mind might have separate
Harry's mind modeled reality using multiple levels of organization, with different beliefs about each level. But that was all in the
Or at least that was what Harry had believed before he'd found out about magic, but the eraser wasn't magical.
And even if the eraser
...the Transfiguration
Harry was breathing heavily, failed Transfiguration was almost as tiring as successful Transfiguration, but
All right, screw this nineteenth-century garbage.
Reality wasn't atoms, it wasn't a set of tiny billiard balls bopping around. That was just another lie. The notion of atoms as little dots was just another convenient hallucination that people clung to because they didn't want to confront the inhumanly alien shape of the underlying reality. No wonder, then, that his attempts to Transfigure based on that hadn't worked. If he wanted power, he had to abandon his humanity, and force his thoughts to conform to the true math of quantum mechanics.
There
Hermione tore through the hallways, shoes pounding hard on the stone, breath coming in pants, the shock of adrenaline still racing through her blood.
Like a picture of a young woman turning into an old crone, like the cup becoming two faces.
What had they been doing?
She came to the classroom and her fingers slipped on the doorknob at first, too sweaty, she grabbed harder and the door opened -
- in a single flash of perception she saw Harry staring at a small pink rectangle on the table in front of him -
- as a few paces away the tiny black thread, almost invisible from this distance, supported all that weight -
Pure shock crossed Harry's face, and he stood up so fast he almost fell over, stopping only to grab the small pink rectangle from the table, and he tore out of the door, she'd already stepped aside, her wand was already in her hand coming up pointing at the thread -
"
And Hermione slammed the door shut again, just as the gigantic crash of a hundred kilograms of falling metal came from inside.
She was panting, gasping for air, she'd run all the way here without stopping, she was soaked in sweat and her legs and thighs burned like living flames, she couldn't have answered Harry's questions for all the Galleons in the world.
Hermione blinked, and realized that she had started to fall, and Harry had caught her, and was lowering her gently to sit on the floor.
"...healthy..." she managed to whisper.
"
"...are you, feeling, healthy..."
Harry started looking even more frightened as the question sank in. "I, I don't think I have any symptoms -"
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. "Good," she whispered. "Catch, breath."
That took a while. Harry was still looking scared. That was good too, maybe it would teach him a lesson.