Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

Sakho knew very well that he was no good.

He felt he had changed; he felt as if he were playing a very realistic holographic virtual game.

He doesn't believe he belongs to this world, or even that this world is real.

Because he had read the Harry Potter novels, and more than once.

He found it hard to believe that he had entered a real world.

"I am the Fourth Scourge, I am the player." This is Sakho's truest thought.

Perhaps if I die, this dream will end, and I can go back, I can go home.

He had no fear of his own death, and even had a slight tendency toward self-destruction.

However, courting death is not the same as seeking death. The will to survive is an instinct etched in one's genes, and obtaining this invisibility cloak is merely a tool for Sarko to comfort himself.

He has nothing in this world, but perhaps by hiding under this invisibility cloak, he can obtain a space that truly belongs to him.

An absolutely private space where you won't be disturbed or discovered.

At one end of the train, Sako found an empty compartment. He took out the half-pack of cigarettes and counted that there were eight left.

"Snape, you fucking bastard! Once I'm done with Hogwarts, you'll be the first one I kill!"

In his deal with Harry, Sarkos promised to tell Harry everything and not to deliberately smear Snape. This was the integrity he believed in and upheld. However, it didn't mean he had any goodwill towards Snape. That idiot wasted half a cigarette; he deserved to die.

After hesitating for a long time, he pressed the lighter, put a cigarette in his mouth, and smoked in the quiet private room until the cigarette butt burned his hand.

"So annoying!"

Sakho stubbed out his cigarette, got up, opened the car window, took a few breaths of fresh air, and composed himself.

"Let's play a game in the back alley. Since we're already here, we should at least test the waters of magical girls."

Stepping out of the private room and patrolling the corridor, Sako quickly located his target. He knocked on the door, and the operation began.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye. Feeling that it was about time, he said goodbye to the pretty girls who were a little dizzy and short of breath. He let the fragrance left by the girls on his body linger by the window before walking towards the box where Harry was.

Harry looked much better than he had a few hours earlier.

"Ready, Harry?"

Sacola opened the door to the box. In the past few hours, many of Harry's classmates had come to visit him and chatted about the Quidditch World Cup, which distracted him and eased his complicated feelings after hearing the truth.

Hermione was looking at her Charms book, seemingly learning how to use the Summoning Charm, while Ron, as always, had a dark look on his face when Saco came in, clearly disliking him.

"What should we prepare?"

Harry suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Of course we should go find Zhang Qiu. You haven't even exchanged more than a few words with her yet, have you?"

"If you don't tell her, if you don't interact with her, even if you like her a lot, she won't know how you feel, right?"

As far as Sakko knew, this Asian girl from Hong Kong was not a repressed girl. She had confirmed dating three boys: Cedric, Harry, and Michael Corner. She dated one boy a year in grades five, six, and seven. She wasn't a womanizer who fell in love with every girl she met. Like Ginny, she had someone she liked the most in her heart, but that didn't stop her from responding to the advances of other boys.

Just like handsome boys, pretty girls have too many choices.

"Train compartments are great places—less crowded, more private, you can play games and build relationships."

Harry's face flushed slightly. He seemed a little shy and hesitant. Harry was a pure-hearted boy. Until now, apart from his best friend Hermione's hand, he had never touched another girl's hand.

"You make a lot of sense, but I think you just want to embarrass Harry."

Ron, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, spoke with a hint of sourness in his voice.

"I wasn't planning on taking you with me, Weasley. You're being a bit too talkative."

"Actually, it's easy to deal with girls, but the most important thing is to be thick-skinned and have a big heart."

"Hermione, would you reject a guy who isn't unattractive, occasionally surprises you, and shows interest and affection for you? Even if we don't date, is it okay to just be friends?"

After hearing the question, Hermione closed her book and thought about it seriously.

"Probably not, at least I think most girls wouldn't be offended."

"I'm so glad you think the same way I do." Sarkos, having left Harry and Ron aside, started chatting with Hermione. "I just saw you looking at things related to the Summoning Charm. How's your practice going?"

"Hmm, it's a bit difficult. The problem is how to accurately determine the object you're flying towards, especially when it's not in your field of vision."

Hermione was much more interested in academic matters. While her two companions weren't quite as dim-witted as Crabbe and Goyle, their academic performance was less than satisfactory. If it weren't for Hermione supervising their revision at the end of each term, Harry and Ron's report cards would likely be even worse. Harry, at least, had a strong talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Ron…

Within minutes, Saco's exquisite mastery of magic amazed Hermione. When they started talking about spells and then Transfiguration, Saco suddenly drew his wand.

"Can you take a look at this and see what you think?"

"OK."

Hermione nodded, and then she saw Sarkos turn the table under the window into a guitar.

"You can still play this?" Hermione asked in surprise, looking at the beautifully deformed wooden guitar in Saco's hands.

"I know a little bit, would you like to listen? I've actually been practicing this song a lot lately."

"OK."

Sakho gently strummed the strings, bowed slightly, and spoke:

"I lie awake at night, See things in black and white"

As soon as Sark opened his mouth, Hermione's face showed a look of surprise. She covered her mouth in astonishment. It was a song she had never heard before, and it was sung so beautifully.

And when the line "Oh my pretty pretty girl I love you like I never ever loved no one before you" appeared—

Hermione smiled, swaying gently, and as she met Saco's handsome black eyes, a thought flashed through her mind: 'Was this song written for me?'

Hermione was hearing "Pretty Boy" for the first time since its initial release in 2000, but that doesn't diminish the fact that it's a great love song. Even though it was originally sung by a girl to a boy, changing the words makes it just as good.

"That sounds amazing!" Hermione's eyes seemed to sparkle. "It's such a shame you're not a musician, Sakho."

"Because this song was written for the pretty girl I like."

Sakho put down his acoustic guitar and leaned forward slightly. "So, that's you?"

He leaned in very close, and Hermione could feel his warm breath; a blush crept onto her face.

Suddenly, the warmth from her lips made Hermione close her eyes, her face turning bright red.

"You bastard! What are you doing?!"

"Ron! Calm down! Calm down!"

Harry clung tightly to Ron's waist, who, like a bull enraged by the red cloth, brandished his arms and tried to charge.

"What are you doing, Ron!"

Startled awake by the noise, Hermione glared angrily at Ron.

"That bastard just kissed you!" Ron roared.

"That's my choice! It's none of your business!"

Hermione's angry reply turned Ron's face pale. He suddenly broke free from Harry's hand, pried open his arm, opened the door, and rushed out, slamming the door shut with great force.

"Sark, Ron just—" Harry tried to clarify something for Ron, but his mind was a bit muddled and he couldn't explain it clearly himself.

"I know he doesn't like me, but it's okay." Sako shrugged. "I am indeed a jerk who likes to flirt with girls and then runs away."

He smiled at Hermione: "But I don't date children. Forget what you just said. I'm not exactly a good man."

"So Harry, now you can make up your mind."

Sakho glanced at Harry, then stood up and waved to him: "Come on, I'll take you to find Cho Chang. This year is a very special year. If you don't go after the girls, they might run off with someone else."

"What?!"

"Hogwarts is destined to be a battlefield this year."