Transition

"As you know, the [Dream Walking Technique] I redeemed is not the original version. When I arrive in the other world, I can only bring a magic wand at most."

"Since I can't bring the Treasure Book with me, I think it would be more appropriate to use the Pensieve to represent what I've gained in the Magic Immortal World."

"So they can plan my training program accordingly."

Harry then added.

"How about I go with you?" Lily said. As the spirit of the Magic Immortal Artifact, she could travel to the other world with it.

Extracting thought fibers, or memories, is not a simple spell.

Finding and retrieving the corresponding memory from the Sea of Memories is a great test of a wizard's mental fortitude.

This is not something that a wizard with exceptional talent and powerful magic can achieve.

"No, Mom," Harry, a little embarrassed.

In that world, he still has to spend time with Roan and the others at night. His mother is in the Magic Immortal Artifact. What's going on here?

"Lily," Snape forced a cold laugh, "Don't let maternal love blind you. He didn't inherit many of your good qualities."

"Arrogant and conceited, always thinking they are the smartest, unable to distinguish between what is important and what is not."

"Mr. Potter clearly has his own considerations. In his eyes, spending the night with his wives is the most important thing, isn't it?"

"Even though I can't get the Legilimency, a spell that prevents one's mind from being invaded and influenced by magic."

"Not to mention the highly advanced mental spells like Legilimency."

"The method of extracting memories is related to Legilimency?" Harry barely suppressed the urge to punch Snape's big nose.

When Lily was first resurrected, Snape treated Harry with affection, even though he was disgusted by her. He held Harry in his palm, caring for him with utmost tenderness and concern, just like a loving father.

It was only after a long time, and after realizing that Lily didn't mind his harsh words towards Harry, that Snape returned to his current practice of separating Harry and Lily.

But now Harry hopes to see Snape back to how he was at the beginning, so he can see the comical sight of Snape disliking him but having no choice but to respond kindly.

Snape seemed to sense a fleeting hint of malice in Harry's eyes.

The big-nosed man snorted coldly, "How foolish! What is Legilimency? It's a magic that extracts feelings and memories from another person's mind. Extracting one's own memories and feelings naturally requires it as well."

"I'll demonstrate for you," Snape said, flicking his wrist to produce a clear Crystal from his robes, then pointing his wand to his temple. "[Legilimency]"

Several strands of silver, spiderweb-like fine fibers of thought adhered to the wand, which was then placed into Crystal. Inside the bottle, it swirled into a silvery-white substance, neither gas nor liquid.

Lily watched this scene with a smile. In her opinion, although Severus always spoke harshly to Harry, he genuinely cared and was very serious about teaching.

"What kind of emotion does this spell require?" Harry asked. "I mean, like Legilimency requires a kind of external rejection, a feeling of being forbidden from one's own secrets. Legilimency? A desire to voyeurize? A desire to read other people's secrets? Or is it self-examination?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "It seems you've inherited some of Lily's good qualities."

"The initial Legilimency was not to study other people's minds and make correct interpretations."

"It is a spell used to examine oneself and understand oneself."

"The human heart is a complex and multi-layered thing. Thoughts are not engraved in the brain and cannot be read by others. In most cases, even we ourselves cannot understand what we are thinking at a particular moment."

"This spell was created for this purpose."

"Of course, you may have heard of wizards who are born with the Legilimency and read hearts."

"But that is a distortion of talent caused by a newborn brain that knows nothing and yearns for other information-rich brains."

"This often leads to mental illness in these precocious individuals."

"This kind of magic can only remain unaffected in the minds of others, which are like turbulent seas, after one has fully understood oneself."

"Remember, Potter. Legilimency is not reading, but connecting thoughts."

Hearing this, Harry nodded. "I know that. That's why my mother and I have that weird pattern. Our powers are combined, creating a multiplied effect."

Snape glared at Harry. "Either you're as ruthless and inhuman as the Dark Lord, or you're as wise and insightful as Dumbledore."

"Otherwise, don't even think about using Legilimency read other people's brains as soon as you learn it."

"I understand," Harry said almost without hesitation. "Self-examination. Restrained emotions. Yes, that's it."

Snape was about to continue mocking Harry's arrogance when he saw a blue light emanate from Harry's emerald eyes. "The Mystic Eye?"

He had witnessed the power of this demonic eye before; it could concentrate the power of spells into the gaze, making it impossible to defend against.

However, due to Harry Potter's incompetence, it is implied that the suggestive power of the Magic Eye can only be used on others, not on himself.

The most important reason for exchanging it is that the purpose of learning advanced spells cannot be achieved.

This resulted in Potter spending several months trying to learn Legilimency in the Rune Card World without even getting the hang of it.

And now.

Based on Harry's previous questions, Snape began to suspect that Harry had broken through his bottleneck and was able to give hints to himself.

Is it because of the positive feedback from Lily exchanging for [Magical Power Refinement] 3 more times?

Sure enough, the next second, silvery-white, spiderweb-like fibers of thought emerged from Harry's temple along with his fingertips, and were then torn off by him.

A silvery substance spread across his palm, and a figure emerged from it. Black hair hung before his eyes, exuding an air of elegance and beauty, but what was striking was the weariness emanating from his very bones. "James, it must be you, James ~"

Harry clenched his fist, and the figure and the sound disappeared, leaving only silver embers peeking out from between his fingers and dissipating into the air.

"I've misplaced my memory; I'm not quite there yet."

Snape had no more interest in mocking Harry; his face showed undisguised disgust. "That stupid dog, even as a woman, he's disgusting!"

If James Potter didn't like Lily, then Snape actually disliked Sirius the most among the four.

Then, Snape's eyes became vacant again. "Since you're not proficient, practice a few more times."

"It's 3 p. m., right? That's still 7 hours away."

Meanwhile, Phoebe and Krum, who hadn't returned to the previous world's channels, weren't idle either.

In the scorching desert, a golden-red pillar of fire shot into the sky, distorting the air and crystallizing the surrounding sand, which then emitted a rainbow of colors under the blazing sun.

The greatest White Wizard stood aside, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the flames.

Phoebe sat cross-legged, while Fawkes circled around her.

The golden flame at the center seemed like a projection of nothingness, having no effect on them whatsoever.

However, what's even more surprising is that the sand beneath Phoebe has been replaced by a meadow, dancing in the flames.

The breath of life spread, bringing vitality to the barren sandy land.

The Fairy Tale Mage's awakened fire ability, the interest in 'good' within magic, the awakening of her 'true self,' and the addition of Fawkes, resonated with the Magic Immortal Artifact, allowing Phoebe to touch upon the secrets of being unsealed once again. The immortal life force of the phoenix's rebirth began to open its doors to her.

Krum, on the other hand, is more like a dark wizard's laboratory.

A Krum lay on a blood-soaked stone platform, surrounded by the remains of various Fantastic Beasts and a steaming cauldron.

Another Krum mingled among the gloomy group of wizards dressed in black robes, groping his own body as he lay there, injecting various dubious, murky liquids, and carving different styles of Magic Script onto his skin with a carving knife.

Of the three Champion, only Cedric is now carried away, taking a walk in the castle with Cho Chang, who is now reconciled with him.

"You're just letting it slide like that?" Riddle was quite displeased. He said through his Magic Immortal Artifact, "Harry Potter went to the Slytherin Head of House's office early this morning. Krum and Phoebe are no longer in the castle, but you are..."

"You didn't realize that your girl was deliberately trying to make you relax and forget about your mission, did you?"

"You're not Harry Potter. Your path won't involve falling in love and getting stronger. If you really want to have fun, go to the Magical Menagerie! You can even bring your girlfriend along!"

Cedric looked tenderly at Cho Chang, who was lying on the grass, and thought to himself, "I know. I know everything. She's deliberately getting back at me, disrupting my training, and contributing to my failure."

"But so what? She is Cho Chang."

"If this is her wish, then so be it."

"We've already achieved our wishes, haven't we? Immortality, the ability to travel between worlds, access to new magic systems that others can't access, and most importantly, I have a wife and a happy family."

"So what if we fail the final trial?"

"Harry, Krum, and Cho Chang are all good people. Even if we win, their wishes won't have a negative impact on us."

Riddle: He just reconciled with his contractor, and it turns out he's a womanizer! That's fucking outrageous!

At 2:59 PM, wizards across almost the entire planet put down what they were doing, counting down the seconds as they awaited the screen that would soon appear in their minds.

The flames around Phoebe died down, and she stepped out of the bushes.

Krum retracted into his other body, his expression serious.

Cedric kissed Cho Chang, Harry stretched, and then they disappeared into the castle.

The spacious Staff Room, the charismatic Abbey Dumbledore, the heroic Gellert Grindelwald, the Demon Man Tom Riddle, and the image of James Peverell suddenly appeared on the screen in the audience's minds.

This also means that Cedric and Harry have arrived in another world and appeared before a powerful figure in this world who can influence the entire Wizarding World.

"We meet again." Grindelwald blinked.

"Happy marriage." Riddle forced a smile, his face as cold as ice.

"Good afternoon." Dumbledore kept her eyes on her husband and didn't pay much attention to the two of them.

"My 'son' has finally appeared! Is the other Lily here?" James Peverell waved at Harry, then winked at Harry. "Severus Snape, right? I heard you're a man? Then how come Lily is with me?"

"To be honest, if Sif weren't a woman, I really wouldn't have the confidence to win Lily's heart."

(Snape's face contorted with rage, and he nearly lost his breath.)

Harry: "Mom didn't come with me."

"Oh," Riddle raised an eyebrow, "And what about the other me? He's supposedly a dark wizard, a serial killer, and a firm believer in the ridiculous theory of Pure-blood."

(Inside Azkaban, Bellatrix's brain went blank. Because of the long-term use of this handsome face as a spellcasting material, she was forced to follow Riddle's words, but her firm belief in the Pure-blood theory and her loyalty to Voldemort made her want to silently object.)

With no desire to win left in his mind, Cedric felt completely relaxed and casually replied, "My performance this time was worse than Harry's. The Dream Walking Technique I exchanged for was the cheapest version, which only brought me power and a body with full senses."

"My Magic Immortal Artifact spirit is not included."

(Cho Chang snorted coldly, but his eyes reddened.)

(Amos Diggory hesitated for a moment, then looked at Riddle, the external brain he now acknowledged, "Is my son playing hard to get?")

(When you're at a disadvantage and practically begging the other party, isn't this kind of behavior extremely disrespectful?)

(Riddle, floating atop Cedric, rubbed his forehead. "Don't ask me, ask your good son!")

("He's completely given up on winning now! That damn womanizer!")

(Voldemort, frowning as he approached the scientist he had kidnapped and inquired about the progress of his physical cloning, asked, "What's wrong with this kid?")

The people present were all shrewd and naturally understood what Cedric's attitude implied.

"You gave up?" Riddle frowned, unable to hold back his question any longer. "Am I really that bad? So bad that you'd rather give up victory?"

"No, that's not it," Cedric shrugged. "The one I contracted with is just a power-worshipper who seeks immortality. He's not evil."

"On the contrary, he is kind. He just didn't receive a good education, grew up in an unsuitable place, and learned about Horcrux."

(Riddle scoffed, but a warm feeling flickered in his heart.)

(Because of the creation of the Amortentia, he, who was born unable to feel love, unknowingly completed himself through a soul connection with Cedric.)

(The [Image of True Self] that Cedric redeemed was an even greater catalyst.)

(Perhaps he himself didn't realize that he had become childish, irritable, and started to care about Cedric.)

(Listening to Cedric's assessment of Riddle, Dumbledore began to question the meaning of life. Could it be that there had truly been a glimmer of warmth in those cold brown eyes, only to be completely abandoned due to the split in his soul?)

(Voldemort also began to question himself; the splitting of his soul made his past somewhat blurry. Could it be that he was really a good person once?)