"I..."
Hearing Hawking's question, Harry instinctively fell into his memories.
That year, worried that his Godfather Sirius Black had been captured by Voldemort, he rushed to the Department of Mysteries to rescue him, only to fall into a Death Eater trap.
Just as he and his friends were fighting the Death Eaters with all they had, his wand suddenly vanished.
Because of that, he was struck by a Death Eater's Dark Magic and died on the spot.
After his death, he felt his soul beginning to dissipate throughout the world, as if it had become all things, yet as if it still remained in the world.
Vaguely, he seemed able to sense what was happening in reality, until a mysterious force gathered him together once more.
"Alright, you don't need to say any more. I already know."
Just as Harry Potter was organizing his thoughts to answer Hawking, Hawking raised a hand to stop him.
Everything he had recalled had already been read by Hawking.
"So it really was because of me."
Before, it had only been a guess. Now it was confirmed.
If not for him, that unlucky kid Harry Potter would probably be married by now. Though he had been resurrected, he had still lost five years for nothing.
"Tell me, what's your wish? I'll do my best to make it come true."
"Are you... a god?"
Hearing Hawking say that, Harry Potter asked thoughtfully.
In his eyes, Hawking had brought him back from the dead, could instantly understand his thoughts, and was offering to grant his wish. Wasn't that practically the same as being a god?
Though he was a wizard, and wizards possessed all kinds of wondrous magic, magic still had to follow its own rules.
Just as ancient people might see modern technology as divine