"What on earth..."
Watching the little girl dissolve into foam and vanish into the air, James had to admit that his brain had completely crashed.
From just hitting someone while driving... no, from when Lily suddenly woke up and turned into a man, every subsequent development was beyond his expectations. He even suspected three minutes ago that he might have been targeted by some prank on a variety show...
This suspicion lasted until he himself was unexpectedly flung away, only to be pulled back again.
...Hasn't this surpassed the laws of physics?
However, these things don't seem to matter much. All the irrational aspects can take a backseat, except for—"What's happening to Harry?" James crouched down and reached out to support the boy's head. He looked up at William and asked.
Compared to this seemingly uncanny "magic," he was more worried about his son's safety.
After that inexplicable person turned into a mass of eerie black-green mist and then burrowed into Harry's head, the "calm" on the boy's face disappeared, replaced by a kind of... unease?
James didn't know how to describe it. Although the boy's facial features hadn't changed, James seemed to see another face on his son's.
And that faintly appearing face gradually stirred a feeling of disgust deep within him.
But James couldn't understand why...
How could he possibly detest his own biological son?
"Move aside."
Snape rudely shoved the man aside and placed a hand on Harry's forehead. The man's lips were tightly pressed, with unease flowing over his face as well. He was somewhat annoyed, thinking if he hadn't been distracted earlier...
"You..."
Unprepared, James staggered back to the side, feeling a burst of anger instinctively, but after just a deep breath, he had already calmed his temper. He hesitated briefly, softening his tone as well, "Severus..."
"...Shut up, who allowed you to call my name?"
The frustration on Snape's face vanished, replaced by anger. He pushed himself up, pressing a hand to James's chest, with red blood threads crawling over his eyes.
"Severus," James, evidently not a man with a good temper, shrugged off the considerations brought by his identity (a middle-aged man) in an instant, "Those things happened over a decade ago, I've already apologized, do you still plan..."
"What do you mean by 'over'?"
Snape was panting heavily, unable to suppress the magic power surging from him...
"Are you two really on the same channel?"
William raised his hand to clamp Snape's wrist. The nearly uncontrollable magical power surrounding the man instantly ceased.
"..."
Snape stared blankly at William's hand in a daze for a long moment, then shook off the boy's grip, turning away with a sullen face. Snape's gaze initially lingered on Harry's face. Only when he stared at the boy's tightly closed eyes for a long time did he finally turn his sight away.
"What exactly is going on here?"
James voiced his umpteenth question today. His original meticulously styled hair was now in disarray, and his emotions were no longer stable. His light brown eyes fixated on William, for in his mind, all these changes began with the appearance of this boy.
"It's complicated to explain, so let's try a different method—" William shook his head, his gaze shifting towards the corridor behind him.
"What?"
"...It's here."
"What's he..."
James followed William's line of sight, swallowing his words as he did so, and then he saw a ghostly figure glowing with white light materializing in the darkness.
"I'm here, William."
Dumbledore looked around, his blue eyes behind glasses darting, almost instantly locking onto the man standing not far from William's side.
"James..."
The old man's voice sounded calm, but his eyes betrayed unabashed sorrow.
"Professor." James paused, his expression undergoing a transformation. He looked down at himself, "I seem to..." His gaze lingered on the boy nestled in his arms. With disbelief, James extended his hand, lightly touching the boy's cheek, "Has he grown this much?"
James's voice was somewhat vague, sounding almost unreal.
It happened.
William nodded. Dumbledore's appearance wasn't what enlightened James. While James and Snape were arguing, he had already realized it—this place was supposed to be Harry's dream, with the dream's architect being a young Voldemort, an uncontested fact.
William had heard Harry mention how little he knew about his parents.
Likewise, the conflict between James Potter and Severus Snape seemed like unimportant events that Voldemort shouldn't be aware of.
So, in Harry's dream, there shouldn't be such detailed plots involving his parents; hence, where is the problem?... So, because that young Voldemort entered Harry's body, William attempted to analyze this GM-lost "system."
And this deeper exploration led him to touch upon the nature of this Dream Magic.
Unlike Isadora, who used Ancient Magic to extract others' "souls," the young Voldemort applied those Ancient Magic techniques William was more familiar with in a seemingly more... humane way?
First, he established a connection to Harry Potter's "soul" using some method. Then, leveraging the Ancient Magic extracted from Ginny, all of it was converted into Emotion Magic and poured directly into Harry's head, allowing these magical powers to transform at will—
Finally, the young Voldemort let this power weave scenarios inside Harry's mind, continually completing scenes, building a tailor-made dream world for the boy, while inserting a role of his own.
This way, the young Voldemort could thoroughly study this "Savior" who would one day defeat his future self.
This could only be achieved using Ancient Magic, which is distinctly different from Wil>
Ah, some people's magical talents are truly enviable...
But now, it all belongs to me—William shook the magic wand in his hand, and the pitch-black corridor began to change. Warm lights flooded down from the ceiling; reddish-brown walls appeared, filled with warmth. A round table draped with a light yellow checkered tablecloth slowly rose between him and Dumbledore, with steaming hot tea appearing in their hands.
Hesitating a moment, he also gave a cup to Snape, who was still dazed by the wall.
"...You did it."
Testing the tea in the cup—it's ice-cold cola, the old man blinked instinctively.
"Yes, would you like to learn?"
William nodded. After discovering the nature of this Dream Magic, he naturally became the GM. Now, while Harry remained the vessel supporting the dream's existence, the one maintaining its flow was him.
So, William snapped his fingers, and a figure emerged from his person.
"Clang—"
Snape, who was staring blankly at his "tea," almost lost control, staggering slightly, as the cup and saucer clattered together.