.
. Harry's dream continued.
It was almost brutally vivid, yet also incredibly blissful. Aside from the initial scenes of the orphanage, which left him deeply uneasy, for a long time, he had been quite well behaved.
He had enrolled at Hogwarts, demonstrating a strong leadership quality thanks to his intelligence and talent. His classmates respected him, his teachers liked him, and everyone except that damn Dumbledore always distrusted him, no matter how he pretended.
"That damned! Disgusting! Annoying guy! Did he have to keep staring at me?"
A voice of frustration emanated from him, and Harry felt utterly miserable. How could he have said such a thing? This dream was truly bizarre!
He wanted to wake up, but he found he couldn't.
Even though he realized that everything was a dream, he couldn't stop.
Everything happened so quickly—in his dream, he quickly experienced another teenager's life—from childhood to graduation from Hogwarts.
He learned so much.
He was exposed to many magical techniques—even Harry, nowadays, was surprised to discover that the magical skills he possessed in his dreams were quite advanced.
This made Harry somewhat hesitant to wake up—his desire for magic outweighed any discomfort, and it was just a dream, so what did it matter?
This naive belief sustained Harry—until he saw himself stealing a man's wand and personally killing his own father and grandparents. He was certain it was 'his' father, and Harry heard 'his' furious roar—"This is the price you pay for abandoning me! You filthy Muggle, disappear along with the disgraceful Riddle family!"
"Ah!!!"
Harry screamed in horror at the horror! How could someone kill their own father?
He finally awoke from his deep dream—he found his bed soaked with sweat, lying in his dorm bed—his head still ached. The lightning scar felt like a branding iron, burning his brain so hard it felt like it was about to fry.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
The annoying cicadas continued their chirping. Harry turned his head, instinctively searching for Damon's bunk. "Damon,"
he began, startled by his own voice—a low, sinister voice, as if addressing a servant—how could he possibly have such an attitude?
Even more terrifying, he felt a vague sense that such an attitude was the right one—that it would protect his savior's prestige. This was
wrong, very wrong!
Harry struggled to raise his leaden arms, straining to reach for Damon's bunk, summoning a powerful wind. His understanding of spells had improved considerably after the previous dream.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The purple curtains whipped wildly in the gusts, and Damon's eyes fluttered open on the bed—a surge of magical power.
Who in this boys' dormitory could pull off such a feat? Who would do such a thing?
He straightened, magic already flowing silently through him, transforming into an invisible armor spell.
With a casual wave of his hand, the wand flew into his hand spontaneously - Damon got off the bed, looked in Harry's direction, and snapped his fingers.
Harry's curtains parted silently, revealing Harry lying on the bed with his eyes wide open, breathing slowly and desperately.
"What's wrong with you, Harry?"
Harry felt a hand covering his head - he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, he felt that his burning brain suddenly became much clearer, but he still couldn't speak.
Harry felt that the pain from his brain was going to drive him crazy.
"What happened?"
Damon's voice was still calm, and Harry felt a cold reagent bottle against his lips - "Drink it."
Harry did as he was told - [Wake-up Potion] - the name of the potion at the entrance and exit spontaneously emerged in his mind. But how could this happen?
"Are you feeling better?"
Harry reached out and gripped Damon's arm tightly. "It still hurts, my scar hurts."
The pain seemed to be piercing deep within his nerves, nearly causing him to collapse. Since Damon already knew he was in trouble, he should be alright.
Amidst the immense pain and relief, Harry fainted.
"So how long are you going to wait, Professor?"
Harry heard Damon's voice and opened his eyes.
He looked around and saw he was lying on a bed in the infirmary. There was no one else. Damon's voice came from outside the door—it wasn't locked.
"I think it's too early to tell Harry this. We shouldn't tell him outright. He might not be able to accept this harsh reality. I was planning to let him realize it slowly on his own. Hey..."
Are they talking about me?
Harry's pupils widened at the sound of his own name.
What could he possibly not accept? Why should he learn it slowly?
"Something has obviously changed that we're unaware of. I don't think it's a good idea to let Harry continue living in ignorance."
"I just hope—that he can enjoy a few more carefree days, at least not now—how will telling him about unsolvable future difficulties help him now?"
"Harry can face these things, you don't have to treat him like a child—never mind, how about just leaving it to him to decide?"
"..."
Harry could no longer hear the conversation between the two.
His heart was beating wildly!
What was it? So mysterious, so terrifying?
Harry didn't think there was anything about him that was worthy of Damon and Dumbledore's discussion—but if there was, it was his own business! Of course he should find out! He had to find out!
At this moment, a dark thought arose in Harry's mind uncontrollably—had these two people done something wrong to him behind his back?
Harry was shocked by his own thought and even felt guilty—how could he have such a thought?
This kind of thought shouldn't even be considered.
"Da."
He tiptoed down from the bed and carefully approached the door - still no sound was heard, as if Damon and Dumbledore had already left and gone to discuss somewhere else.
So, should he follow them and find out?
Dumbledore didn't want him to know now. Damon thought he could handle it - who cares, why think so much!
Since this matter is related to him, he should find out!
Harry made up his mind and walked out the door directly. He was stunned where he was.
It turned out that Damon and Dumbledore did not leave - they were standing on the side of the door, watching him quietly.
Harry caught a glimpse of Dumbledore looking at him with a complicated expression - he subconsciously avoided Dumbledore's sight and turned to look at Damon - the other party was also looking at him, but he was smiling.
"See, I told you he would come out."
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