Chaotic Memories

In the pitch-black basement, the box containing Peter Pettigrew emitted a wisp of white light when Ron mentioned the story of Momotaro.

Just as movie theater lights are projected onto a screen, the mottled stone wall becomes smooth, revealing the figures of Ron and Harry.

A purple sofa suddenly appeared out of thin air, and Ryan sat cross-legged on it, with Penelope and Kate sitting on either side of Ryan with curious expressions.

"This is?"

"Is this the surprise you were talking about, kid?" Penelope and Kate immediately looked at the image on the wall.

"Next, please watch 'Harry Potter and the Nether Dragon'!" Ryan cleared his throat and waved his hand gently. A wooden table full of snacks and drinks appeared in front of them.

On the wall, in Black House, Ron and Harry's conversation reached a crucial point.

"Harry, your level of magic in that world was about the same as yours, so how come he could control the Nether Dragon?" Ron's question was like a bolt of lightning, bringing a moment of clarity to Harry's clouded thoughts.

"Ron, give me Doraemon, turn to the pages before Luke Walker feeds Nether Dragon!" Harry remembered the scene that flashed by when Ron turned the page.

Perhaps the solution to defeat Harry lies within that.

After all, both rejection and acceptance require the winner to be the one to accept.

Now it's time to verify!

"This villain, Dr. Sabo, is able to summon the Nether Dragon more because of his intense hatred, to the point that he is willing to abandon his own life and destroy the entire inner world."

"Dr. Sabo discovered the effects of Luke's Momotaro rice balls. Let me see... In the end, Luke resolved Dr. Sabo's hatred with love and seized the opportunity to make the temporarily inactive Nether Dragon eat the Momotaro's Rice Ball." Harry analyzed as he looked at the comic book Ron had opened.

This reminded him of the scene in the mirror when he summoned the Nether Dragon.

His face Zhengling, as if he were performing some kind of profound Dark Magic that required negative emotions.

"Does the Nether Dragon require negative emotions to be summoned?"

"But if that version of me has so many negative emotions, then why did he just banish me from the world of the mirror?" Harry muttered to himself, puzzled.

Ryan smiled slightly.

Turning evil depends on the person. Some people turn evil and want to destroy the world, while others simply shave their hair, put on a second-hand suit, and dance awkwardly in the street.

The same is true for Harry in the Opposite World.

Even in his evil state, all he could think of was monopolizing the Mirror World and driving out Harry, the only intelligent life—the one who had intruded from the outside world.

"Perhaps it's because all those negative emotions were fed to the Nether Dragon?" Ron guessed from the side.

"Harry, are you sure you don't need me to come in with you?" Ron asked again.

"No, the me of that world became visible because of my appearance. The whole world only had him, and he only had that world."

"Your entry might also bring another Ron into that world."

"I can barely handle one of them, let alone you," Harry said, pursing his lips.

In that opposite world, there is no sentient life except for the Mirror Beasts.

That Harry was only created because he became aware of the Mirror World, and even accidentally entered it.

His entry this time was less about defeating his past self and more about reclaiming what he had lost.

That "him" was the dark side of his heart.

Harry understood inexplicably the moment he saw him.

Harry ignored Ron, who was grinning from ear to Delia, mistaking Harry for someone who thought he was very impressive.

He walked straight to the full-length mirror by the door and reached his hand inside.

This time, he no longer needed to break mirrors to find the passage.

That passage was in his heart.

Or, a wizard who has entered once will learn the magic to enter the Opposite World within the mirror.

This magic is more like the innate, almost instinctive kind of magic that Tonks talked about.

A fleeting, icy sensation, as if I had fallen into cold water, passed by.

The next second, a mansion with a completely different decor and layout from the Black House appeared before him.

Harry looked ahead at the full-length mirror in that mirror world, and then gently stepped into it.

In the Opposite World, he could travel through space using mirrors, or even lakes that could reflect his image, emerging from another mirror.

Harry then emerged from the 'mirror' of the puddle by the roadside.

What appeared before him was a ruin, the ruins of the left side of the top floor room that had been blown up.

He knew where he was.

This is Godric's Hollow, the Potter family's old house.

He had never been to a place in the real world.

And he was here too.

He seemed to possess all his memories from birth to the present, including those he had forgotten and those that had sunk into the sea of his subconscious.

He was pulled here the first time he entered the Mirror World.

Then came a crushing defeat.

With a harsh, scraping sound, the Scabbers iron gate opened.

Harry looked at the figure behind the iron gate as if he were looking in a mirror.

Hello, it's me.

"Me, who has everything."

"Is this desolate world so captivating to you?" Harry, who should be the embodiment of his negativity, said these words with a calm expression.

It's like a long-time friend offering him heartfelt advice.

"As expected, you didn't know." Harry clenched his right fist and tapped his head, embarrassed by his own stupidity.

"Have no idea?"

"I am you, I know and understand everything about you."

"You're trying to ambush me?"

"Using the Dark Curse you invented?"

"That's right, mirrors reflect reality because of the refraction of light, but you've forgotten one thing: I am also you."

"I also know how to break that curse."

"Come out! My anger!" The man who had been calm just moments before suddenly changed his expression.

Harry never imagined that the expression on his own face would be like this.

As he finished speaking, he waved his wand, and the water vapor in the sky condensed together, forming a smooth horizontal surface.

A huge head emerged from that plane.

It has red scales, a neck covered in golden mane, black and gold eyes, and a terrifying growl that draws in wizards' magic, causing it to boil, boil, and spiral out of control.

"In your memory, how many people were in our dorm?" Harry asked calmly, watching the Nether Dragon's head getting closer and closer to him.

"Seven?" he replied impatiently.

"Which ones are they?" Harry smiled confidently.

"Want to stall for time? No problem, it's invincible!"

"Ron, Neville, Michael, Terry, Anthony, me, and—, and—" Harry Mirror World bolt scar was on the right side of his forehead, covered his forehead.

"That's why I'm here, at this wonderful time when I'm about to get engaged." Harry looked calmly at his past self.

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