A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 310 Wizards are a bunch of evil guys

Harry had a long dream; it was his second dream of the night.

He didn't see the red-haired woman this time... What a pity!

Harry was hoping to connect with his last dream.

In his dream, he came to a strange environment, which, judging from the decorations, resembled King's Cross Station.

Harry wandered around the station for a long time and found an orphan.

The child was strange; he was naked, curled up on the ground, his red skin rough, looking as if a layer of skin had been peeled off. He lay shivering under a seat, abandoned and haphazardly stuffed there, struggling to breathe.

Harry was terrified.

Although the creature was small, frail, and injured, he was unwilling to approach it. Nevertheless, he still moved closer little by little.

Harry hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to save him. But when he got closer, he found that the child was already... dead!

"..."

Harry sat alone beside the body, his face showing sadness, but he felt inexplicably happy inside.

He was shocked. Had his mind become so twisted?

But after thinking for a short while, Harry felt a sharp pain in his head, and he heard a sound in his ears.

Instead of the red-haired woman's cries, it became the conversation between Riddle and William.

The connection was intermittent, as if the tape recorder had a bad connection.

Then the station was enveloped in a blinding green light.

Harry's head was about to explode. When he opened his eyes again, his mouth gaped open in astonishment, as if he could fit a Quake ball inside.

Another child mysteriously appeared under the seat!

He was lying right next to the stillborn baby, wailing and crying! His crying was driving Harry crazy; he wanted nothing more than to smother him with his clothes.

But he didn't dare to make a move.

What if it was his own soul?

After an unknown amount of time, Harry finally woke up from his sleep.

He looked up and saw Ron beside him.

Harry cried out, "Ron, what's wrong? Wake up! You died a horrible death!"

Harry burst into tears.

"He's not dead yet, but he's lost a lot of his life force. I've given him a potion, and he needs to rest for a while." A voice came from the other side of the room.

William sat at the stone table where Riddle had been sitting, holding an alchemy book in his hand, reading it leisurely.

"Alright, stop shaking Ron, it'll worsen his injuries." William turned a page of his book without looking up.

In William's arms lay a bald, ugly bird, which had been woken up and couldn't help but raise its head and let out a long yawn.

Harry relaxed. With William here, he and Ron were at least basically safe.

Everyone knows William is amazing!

Harry stood up, walked over, and asked in confusion, "William, why do you have a turkey in your arms? All its feathers have been plucked; it looks awful!"

"..."

Fox was furious and spat a mouthful of hot phlegm at Harry.

Fire Release: Phoenix's Wrath!

Unfortunately, it has just been reborn and is too weak. Its effect is about the same as a lighter, but it's just right for lighting a cigarette.

"This is Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, which saved my life. It's not some Scottish featherless turkey." William patted Fawkes's bald head.

"Come on, Fire Boy, breathe fire!" William laughed, pulling a skewer of lamb from the safety watch.

Fox blinked longingly and exhaled another puff of flame.

William placed the lamb skewers on the flames, spun them around a few times, and the skewers were cooked by the phoenix's golden flames.

William shook it, and Fox opened his mouth, gently put the skewer in his mouth, and ate it all in one bite.

"..." Fox was furious and breathed fire at William again.

William laughed heartily, flicked Fox's little head, took out a can of fish, opened the seal, placed it on the table, and gestured for it to eat.

The little phoenix then jumped onto the table, completely satisfied.

"William, Tom Riddle is Voldemort, and I resurrected him," Harry said urgently, suddenly remembering something.

"It's that diary, he threatened me..."

"I know, Harry." William closed the book, tapped his wand, and conjured a stool.

"I've already seen him. He was waiting for me here when I arrived."

"And then what happened to him?" Harry sat down on the stool, eager to know what had happened to Riddle.

"Here, have some calming medicine. You look terrible... Strange, you've slept all night, how come you have such dark circles and bags under your eyes?"

William took a bottle of potion from the safety box and handed it to him.

Harry is the epitome of pushing his limits during the day and pushing his limits at night... He stays up late at night, appears in the Chamber of Secrets, and engages in thrilling group activities with Riddle.

Harry stared at the gold watch on William's wrist.

"The alchemical artifact I made—the safety watch—has a small hole drilled in this area, and I cast a 'Sealless Stretch' charm on it." William noticed Harry's gaze.

"The Seamless Stretch Spell...you know it, right?"

"I know... Hermione has the exact same gold watch too," Harry said enviously.

"Professor McGonagall saw it during Transfiguration class, and she picked it up to introduce it to everyone."

Professor McGonagall praised the watch for its high level of alchemy, as well as its strong skill in Transfiguration.

Let's learn Transfiguration well so we can do it someday too.

William smiled. Professor McGonagall really went to great lengths to deceive her students, making them study hard.

After drinking the potion, Harry felt much better and his headache subsided.

He then asked, "Where is Riddle?"

"He fought with me, took you hostage, and in a fit of rage, he tried to kill you by casting Avada Kedavra on you, but the curse rebounded back onto him."

"How could that be?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"Professor Dumbledore must have told you that," William explained.

"Before your mother died, she cast a protective spell on you at the cost of her own life... a spell that can prevent Voldemort from harming you."

"Voldemort's magic rebounded back then, and so did Riddle's. You can touch your forehead."

Harry quickly touched his head, where another lightning bolt scar had appeared on his forehead.

Two scars,

One left and one right,

Like horns!

The original scar no longer hurts, but the new scar has started to hurt.

So pain can be transferred!

"Is he dead?" Ha asked anxiously, using his long hair to cover the scars.

"No. That's what's strange to me too. He escaped, but he also lost most of his power, so he can't possibly reappear anytime soon."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He then spoke of what he had dreamed about, the two babies.

William frowned. "You said you dreamt that one of the children died, and after a green light shone, another child appeared?"

"Yes, what's going on?" Harry asked.

William felt as if he had figured something out, but he still shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I suggest you ask Professor Dumbledore."

"Maybe it's just a dream," Harry said nonchalantly.

He looked around again, puzzled, and asked, "Why aren't we leaving? Why are we still here?"

"That's a good question; we may never be able to leave."

William picked up the book again and said helplessly, "This room is a secret room set up by Slytherin, and only Riddle can open it."

"Then aren't we trapped here to die?" Harry exclaimed in panic.

"More or less," William said calmly. "This place is completely isolated, with no way to contact the outside world, and we can't use Apparition or the Whirlwind."

"We can only wait for Professor Dumbledore to find a wizard who speaks Parsley and open the door for us."

"But what are we going to eat?" Harry was feeling very hungry.

"Don't worry about that. I've stored plenty of food in the safety container; it'll be enough for us to last for a while."

William glanced at Fox and joked, "Don't worry about running out of food."

Phoenixes can regenerate. If we really can't hold on any longer, we'll cut off Fox's chicken wings. It's seriously injured, and it will be reborn again.

In this way, over and over again, theoretically we have an infinite supply of food.

Fox was eating dried fish. Although it had no hair to fry, it still held a small yellow croaker in its mouth and stared at William with terrified eyes.

Dumbledore, come quick! Your little cutie is about to be eaten!

hateful!

Wizards are indeed all evil, damn it!

William ignored Fox's harmless, rather endearing, staring attack.

He touched the other man's bald head with his right hand, rested his chin on his left hand, and gazed at the old phoenix who had saved him several times with a captivating smile.

He asked with a smile:

"Fox, you've saved me several times, and I need to repay you."

Do you have any other phoenixes in your family, sisters or cousins ​​are fine. I'm willing to take a loss and support them, including food and lodging.

"What do you think, will it work?"

Fox rolled its eyes and breathed out another mouthful of fire, almost turning William into a bald man like itself.

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(Thanks to "Hellcat" and "Hanhankong" for their generous donations)

(End of this chapter)