Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Flames engulfed Thor, accompanied by continuous screams, as he raced like a dragon!

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the direction indicated by the pocket watch!

Alice was nowhere to be seen.

There was only a large, dark hole lying quietly on the brick road, its depths unfathomable.

"A dark wizard?! Put down your wand!"

The arriving Aurors were horrified, staring in horror at the rising crimson flames and hearing their evil "heh-heh" laughter.

"Oh dear, my apologies," Thor said gracefully, adjusting his top hat. "Thank you all for making way for me; you are all so kind."

Harry and Hagrid, who were chasing after them: "..."

Is that "making way"? That's clearly running away!

Harry said in a deep voice, "As expected of Thor, he always finds unique perspectives! I need to learn a lot from him."

Hagrid: ? ? !

Hagrid was so terrified he almost slapped Harry to the ground.

Get out of this pure child's body, you wicked filth!

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

The gold pocket watch vibrated, and the urging voices almost formed a continuous stream.

"Hiss~~~"

Thor took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the lingering magical fragments in the air, and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and said with a serious expression, "It's definitely Alice's scent. She must have kidnapped Professor Snape."

Fire Demon: "..."

It understands the logic, but why does it feel so perverted?

Calcifer: "What do we do now? Should we chase after them? This is clearly Alice's trap."

That's right.

Just like that imaginative, lively, and carefree "little girl" in the fairy tale.

Alice is also very fond of "playing".

It's like playing house, except that Alice holds the lives and souls of others in her hands.

Naïve and cruel.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

Urged on by the gold pocket watch, Saul smiled.

Fortunately, he's also someone who really enjoys having fun.

Without hesitation, Thor strolled to the edge of the black hole, his grey eyes gazing at the Aurors forced back by the flames, and he pressed down on the brim of his hat.

He smiled and said:

"Ciao~ (Goodbye)"

After saying that, he lifted his foot and jumped into the hole, disappearing from sight!

next second.

Another slender figure, also protected by the flames, passed through the Aurors and jumped into the cave!

"Hehe, goodbye, you idiots~"

The fire demon grinned maliciously, swept up the wands of the Aurors, and disappeared into the black hole.

Then, the black hole closed.

The bricks and stones were laid perfectly on the road, as if nothing had ever happened.

"..."

Only a group of Aurors remained, staring dumbfounded at everything.

After a long pause, one of them finally raised his finger, trembling, and forced a smile:

"...That...that's not Harry Potter, is it? No, that's impossible, how could it be such a coincidence? Ha, hahaha—"

Before he could finish speaking, Hagrid, squeezed in the crowd, shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Harry! Harry, where are you?! Has anyone seen Harry Potter?!"

Auror: "..."

In an instant, a word flashed through their minds:

It’s over.

They let Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, get into danger right under their noses.

It is suspected that he has also been afflicted by a soul-stealing curse.

"—Quickly, go tell Dumbledore!!!"

The Auror let out a sharp, explosive cry, praying in terror in its heart:

Hopefully, our miraculously survivor won't be killed by that dark wizard who appeared out of nowhere!

......

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Godric's Valley, southwest England.

Thor the Dark Wizard Grimm waved his hand and used magic to lift the dizzy Harry up.

He praised, "So you've come here to see the fantasy entity too? Good eye! I'm sure you'll have an interesting experience."

Harry was dizzy and disoriented, but he still managed a loud "Mmm," full of anticipation.

After jumping into the black hole, it's like falling into a bizarre and fantastical space.

Pianos, tea sets, and screaming faces all flew past me quickly.

After a near-endless fall, I finally tumbled out of the hole and arrived at this unfamiliar place.

Thor smiled, then turned his head, his smile fading as he looked at the dilapidated building standing before them.

Dark clouds loomed over the area, and although it was daytime elsewhere, the location of this mansion was shrouded in gloom and desolation.

Standing in the desolate courtyard is a dilapidated house.

Rubble was scattered all over the ground. Although most of the houses were still standing, covered by thick ivy, the rooms on the top right side were almost completely destroyed.

Thick black smoke was emanating from that room.

"W-Where am I?" Harry's dazed voice came from beside him. "I don't feel well... I..."

Harry took a step forward unintentionally, as if he had triggered some kind of spell, and a wooden sign emerged from the nettles and weeds.

It was written in gold lettering above:

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

Lily and James Potter sacrificed themselves here.

Thor's pupils contracted, realizing where he was.

This is where Harry's parents were murdered, and it used to be their home.

"Alice teleported Snape here... presumably to further arouse his emotions."

Thor murmured to himself, "I remember Professor Snape seemed to like Harry's mother... Hmm? Something about that sounds a bit off."

Before Harry could look over, Thor flicked his hand and concealed the wooden sign.

He stepped past Harry and headed towards the mansion first: "Take out your wand, Harry, and trust in the power of the heart."

"oh oh!"

Harry quickly pulled out his wand, glanced back at the weeds one last time, and then caught up with Thor with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Beyond the shattered wooden door, the last glimmer of light fell behind.

Thor removed his gloves, and golden pages emerged from his palm. He took one last look at the fantastical entity he now possessed:

Calcifer, the Fire Demon, and The Ugly Duckling

Both slots were filled.

"The Little Match Girl doesn't actually have any real fighting ability; she's her last trump card... Sigh, if only there were even one more slot."

Saul closed the book, stopped thinking about the impossible, and stepped onto the stairs leading to the upper floor.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The rotting wood emitted a chilling sound, especially noticeable in the silence.

The gold pocket watch was pressed against his chest, vibrating incessantly.

An increasingly strong smell of rust entered my nostrils.

Just as he was about to step into the top-floor room, Thor suddenly stopped. Without turning around, he asked, "Harry, do you like having nightmares?"

Harry was taken aback: "It's...it's alright?"

Does anyone enjoy having nightmares?

However, Saul clearly took this answer as an affirmation, and said in a light tone:

"That's great, Harry. You can do as much as you want when we get back."

The words fell.

Thor stepped over the last step and entered the top floor.

What came into view was a human figure hanging in mid-air.

It was hanging upside down, suspended in the bombed-out room.

—That was their Potions professor, Severus Snape.

Harry stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at the scene, his mind going completely blank for a moment.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

The professor's chest was pierced by a thorn as thick as a forearm.

Crimson blood flowed down the dark green thorns, staining the front of the shirt red.

The blood flowed across the pale, closed face and the red-dyed black hair, dripping onto the wooden board.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

It pooled together into a pool of blood, as red and shimmering as a ruby.

What happened?

next second.

Suddenly, a mournful and shrill female voice rang out from the space!

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he almost jumped up!

"Shh-"

Thor raised his hand to stop Harry from shouting and listened intently.

A plaintive female voice, like the chirping of birds, sang:

Once upon a time, a nightingale, to praise true love, willingly pierced its breast with a thorn, its blood soaking the pale rose, thus packaging it as the crimson of true love...

Once upon a time, a boy angrily discarded a red rose, letting it wither and die in the sewage...

[There was a day...]

Alas, the rose maiden opens her eyes, seeking your sincere love.

Even if she was just a white rose disguised as a red rose.

[——A fantasy work has been discovered: "The Dream of the White Rose"!]