The Reason He Could Not Be Named

The next morning, when Albert opened his eyes and woke up, he found a fluffy object next to his head.

The next moment, he met a pair of vertical pupils head-on.

Albert blinked, made out Tom the Great Cat face nestled by the headboard, sighed helplessly, and sat up in bed.

"Tom, go back to your cat bed and sleep."

Albert picked up the yawning fat cat and put it back in the little bed he had specially prepared for it. He wouldn't allow his cat to run out and get all dirty, only to come back to his bed.

"What's wrong?"

Fred and the others also woke up, and when they saw Albert disciplining his cat, they couldn't help but laugh as they covered their yawns.

"Your cat seems ready to come to class with you?" Fred, dressed in a robe, joked, looking at the cat at Albert's feet.

"Well, today we'll let Tom get used to his surroundings first." Albert wasn't going to let Tom run around freely; everything had to be done step by step, and they couldn't rush things.

Albert prepared breakfast and clean drinking water for Tom, opened the box that had been expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm, closed the door to the room, and followed Fred and the others to the Common Room.

"Have you met Harry Potter?" Angelina walked over to them, smiling and greeting them.

"Is this the latest way to greet someone?" Albert joked.

"That's the sentence I heard most this morning," Shanna said casually.

"How are you feeling?" George asked with a smile.

"Feeling? What feeling!" Angelina asked, puzzled.

"Harry Potter!" George exclaimed.

"It's not quite what I imagined," Angelina said to George. "Is that red-haired boy next to Potter your brother?"

"You mean Ron!" Fred nodded in acknowledgment. "Actually, we met Harry on the train."

"Did you see the scar on his forehead?" Aylia asked curiously.

"Of course I saw it!" George said smugly.

The entire morning's conversation revolved around Harry Potter and his scar.

On their way to the Great Hall, they saw a group of students circling around Harry Potter like fans of a celebrity.

Albert saw some students chasing after Harry Potter, some even walking past him and then turning back, their eyes fixed on Harry Potter's face, wanting to see the Lightning Scar on his forehead with their own eyes.

"What do you think they're up to?" Lee Jordan frowned slightly as he watched Harry and Ron disappear around the corner; that wasn't the way to the Great Hall.

"I think they're probably lost," Albert said with a smile to the people around him. "If you're really interested in Harry Potter, you can pretend to be helpful seniors and give them directions."

"Are they really lost?"

"I remember when I first came to Hogwarts, I just asked someone to show me the way to the Great Hall. If they wanted to, there would definitely be a bunch of enthusiastic people willing to help," Albert said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Is this savior just thin-skinned or intellectually challenged? When lost, isn't asking for directions the best course of action?

The group looked at each other, but none of them were willing to act as helpful seniors. Perhaps they were too embarrassed, or perhaps there were other reasons.

Shortly after arriving at the Great Hall for lunch, Professor McGonagall came to distribute the third-year timetables. George looked at his timetable and couldn't help but sigh, "The workload has become even heavier."

"Don't be silly. Your workload is heavier than Albert's, and you're already in third grade. Do you expect things to be the same as before?" Shanna glanced at George and reminded him, "I heard that last semester, quite a few fifth graders couldn't handle the academic pressure and had mental breakdowns."

"You think Albert has academic pressure?" Lee Jordan scoffed. "We'd all be on the verge of a breakdown, but he won't. What's wrong, Fred? Is something wrong?"

"Albert's schedule is strange," Fred asked, frowning. "You actually need to take two classes at the same time?"

Hearing this, the others also gathered around, and frowned slightly as they looked at the course schedule that Professor McGonagall had given Albert.

"At nine o'clock, do you need to attend Divination and Arithmancy?"

"That's where we'll need to use the Clone Charm!" Albert replied dismissively with a smile, not really paying attention.

The group exchanged glances, all staring at Albert.

"How do you create clones?" Angelina couldn't help but ask. "Could you show us?"

"That's a secret that only those who take the elective course can know. I promised Professor McGonagall I wouldn't tell anyone." Albert put a thumb to his lips and said softly, "If anyone finds out, I'll have to cast Memory Charm on them."

"That's going too far. He can't even tell us," George muttered. They all knew that anything Albert said he'd keep secret was unlikely to be told to them.

Just then, they noticed a large crowd surging towards them, and the hall began to fill with whispers. Everyone turned their heads to look, and soon they knew what was going on.

It turned out to be the famous Harry Potter who had arrived in the hall. He truly lived up to his reputation as a superstar known throughout the British magical world, causing a sensation as soon as he appeared.

"But do you want an autograph?" Albert asked with a smile.

"Do you think he still remembers what the Lord Voldemort looks like?" Aylia asked softly.

Albert was speechless. Why did everyone think the same way? Why did they believe Harry Potter had childhood memories? "Actually, I'm more curious why everyone calls him Lord Voldemort instead of Voldemort," Shanna voiced her doubts. As a wizard born in Muggle, she didn't know enough about the Wizarding World, and she didn't understand why everyone called Harry Potter the savior—just because he defeated Voldemort? Shanna knew about Voldemort, of course, but she still couldn't understand the awe people had for him.

When she uttered the Lord Voldemort's name, the other people reacted strangely.

Fred and George were speechless with shock, while Lee Jordan couldn't help but shudder, dropping the sausage he was about to eat back into his plate.

Aylia looked around nervously, as if worried that Voldemort might hear her.

"Don't say that name!" Angelina gasped, terrified.

Although Shanna knew that everyone feared Voldemort, she was equally puzzled by their reaction. She looked at Albert with confusion, seeking his explanation.

Albert clearly knew the reason; he was the most composed among them, as if he had heard an insignificant name.

"Because that name is enchanted." Albert noticed Shanna's gaze and explained softly, "Imagine if you accidentally uttered that name, the Lord Voldemort or Lord Voldemort minions would know where you are, and they would immediately Apparition around you to capture or kill you."

Shanna opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

"It was an era when order was almost broken down. Lord Voldemort created a terrible black panic that terrified all the wizards."

Fred let out a strange cry in protest; he clearly disliked Albert's choice of words.

"For people like us, that's all that name is." Albert ignored Fred's protest and continued, "For wizards in the British magical world, it's synonymous with the Black Panic, which is why they use the Lord Voldemort or the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to show their respect for him."

Shanna nodded, seemingly understanding.

"You can think of the Lord Voldemort as a serial killer who will appear and kill you the moment you mention his name," Albert thought for a moment and explained to Shanna from another perspective. "Besides, the police can't catch him, and they don't dare to."

Everyone fell silent. How could the awe-inspiring, Lord Voldemort have become a serial killer in Albert's words? Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with what Albert said, it gave them an inexplicable sense of unease.

"No wonder everyone admires Harry Potter so much." Shanna understood why Harry Potter was so famous. If it were her, she would probably admire him just as much.

After all, Harry Potter saved everyone from dire straits, so it's no exaggeration to call him a savior.