Sunlight? Sunlight!

The boy who came running wildly held up a kettle that was extremely dangerous even to himself. He glared at Braun and the countless Gray-robed Wizards hidden in the darkness opposite him, shouting loudly:

"I don't care what you're plotting, but don't drag Wade into it! Aren't you ashamed of setting your sights on a child?"

The air froze at that moment.

Every gaze—the Death Eaters, the Acolytes, the viewers beyond the cameras, even those who had wept bitterly over Harry's death...

Countless eyes seemed drawn by invisible threads, all turning toward Harry at once. Even the wind appeared to stop moving, creating a bizarrely motionless scene.

Amid the deathly silence, only Harry's rapid breathing was exceptionally clear. His green eyes seemed to burn with fire, bright and unyielding.

Braun suddenly reached out rather rudely and felt beneath his nose.

Harry jumped in fright and nearly threw the kettle away. The startled boy widened his eyes and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Braun raised an eyebrow and asked what everyone wanted to say—

"How are you still alive?"

Harry paused, a trace of awkwardness crossing his face.

He had many doubts himself, but quickly found an explanation for his resurrection:

"My mother's magic protected me... and it's none of your business!"

Facing a group of Dark Wizards who vastly outnumbered him and far surpassed him in magical ability, Harry was extremely nervous.

He forced himself to stare straight at them and spoke quickly and urgently to the boy behind him:

"Don't believe them, Wade! These Dark Wizards are all the same! They go on and on about ideals and the future, but really they murder and burn and commit all kinds of terrible crimes... You can't believe a single punctuation mark they say!"

Seeing the back of the boy's clothes