The Resurrection Looming Close

"Shut up, Harry!" Neville suddenly said.

Harry turned his head in surprise and saw Neville with a solemn expression.

His round face was now filled with a solemnity and seriousness, as if he were a pilgrim.

"If I'm not mistaken, you—" Neville paused, then changed his words: "You are Skywalker?"

When Neville spoke of 'Skywalker,' his tone became erratic, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Ryan nodded.

He ignored Neville, who looked like he was about to faint at the answer, and continued to Harry, "To be precise, Voldemort will be resurrected in four days. July 1st."

After saying that, he grabbed Luna and disappeared into thin air.

"By the way, you can talk to Dumbledore and the others. Just say that it was your connection with Voldemort that brought him back to life." Another Ryan's voice suddenly rang out.

Harry turned his head.

Another Ryan led Phoebe into the Great Hall.

After a few days apart, Phoebe seemed to have undergone a second growth spurt.

Originally, she had a slender and well-proportioned figure, but now those two parts that shouldn't have been well-proportioned were exaggeratedly bulging.

Her snow-white, delicate cleavage, easily a D-cup, was faintly visible beneath her robe, yet showed no signs of sagging.

It was as if an invisible magic force was lifting it up, keeping it upright.

Following downwards, to the waist, which is slender enough to be grasped in one hand.

The same exaggerated bulge, but the loose robe became tight, the pert peach-shaped breasts stretched taut over it.

However, Harry ignored everything in front of him.

The reason I observe all the changes so carefully is simply a side effect of my exceptional insight.

Originally a lecherous old man, he focused all his attention on Ryan's words.

Voldemort is going to be resurrected, and he only has four days left!

This was the first time he felt that Voldemort's resurrection was so close to him.

Ryan chuckled softly, then pulled Phoebe toward Beauxbatons' table and sat down next to Gabrielle.

Harry's lower lip trembled slightly, just like Neville's.

The two spoke to each other at the same time.

"Voldemort was resurrected in early July!"

"Ryan is Skywalker!"

Harry frowned. "For God's sake, Voldemort is going to come back to life!"

"We already knew that. But I only just found out that Ryan is Skywalker!" Neville retorted.

"You say—" Harry pulled Ron, who was walking into the Great Hall, "Voldemort Skywalker. Which do you think is more shocking?"

"I can't believe it," Ron said in a tone of utter shock.

He clasped his hands together at his chest, stretching his neck out.

He subconsciously ignored the stunning beauty of the Phoebe.

All eyes were on Ryan: "Ryan is actually Skywalker."

"What's wrong with you all!" Harry yelled in disappointment, then walked out of the Great Hall without another word.

Ron was very nervous in the Great Hall.

He glanced cautiously at Neville was equally uneasy.

"Um... if I ask Ryan for an autograph, will he agree?"

"Probably. Wait, you keep an eye on them for now. I need to go back to the dorm and get a Doraemon book."

"Neville, remember to get this for me: my latest copy of 'Doraemon: The Great Adventure in the Demon World.' Also, a quill pen."

"What? July 1st?" Dumbledore said, his face filled with shock.

And it was Harry who told him this.

At first, Harry wanted to go to the sixth floor to go back to his dorm and complain to Ginny.

But Neville's footsteps made him change his mind. He hadn't decided what to say to Neville.

Moreover, talking to someone who can read your emotions, especially when you are emotionally unstable, gives you the illusion of being naked in front of them.

So he went up to the 8th floor.

Headmaster's Office.

The water sprite in front of the Headmaster's Office automatically moved aside when it saw Harry.

Harry, following Ryan's advice, told Dumbledore the date of Voldemort's resurrection.

"This is somewhat different from my estimated timeline." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "In that case, Harry, I can't wait until you and the title are fully integrated before—"

Dumbledore paused his conversation to prepare for Harry's arrival.

However, Harry didn't take it. Instead, he paused, stunned, and asked, "What?"

He had just overheard Dumbledore's comment about his physique. "If Gellert had muscles like that, I..."

What followed was too hurtful to his young heart.

In a state of extreme panic, he used his ability to lie to deceive himself into believing he couldn't hear.

He then realized that he could deceive himself into not hearing those voices.

"You just heard those sounds again?" Dumbledore asked briefly, then figured out why.

At the same time, an awkward feeling also arose in my mind, "Harry— "

He seemed hesitant to speak.

As the person involved, he knew how lewd and violent his thoughts were at that moment.

I was briefly relieved that the aftereffect of the "Champion's Glory" magic was auditory, not visual.

Dumbledore forced himself to remain calm and said, "In my plan, only I, Tom Grindelwald, am capable of dealing with Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

You'll be in charge of providing support, Hagrid will guard the castle.

Other members of the Order of the Phoenix, Auror from the Ministry of Magic, and wizarding companions from other countries were positioned on the island's outskirts, their power unleashing All-Purpose End Spell upon it.

"I'll provide support? What about the students?"

I dare say many students would rather fight alongside me than be imprisoned at Hogwarts and wait for their fate.

"Imprisonment? You're exaggerating, Harry."

This is for protection.

The students weren't idle. They could cast War Magic continuously at Hogwarts —something we taught them during the competition.

There are only four targets for this blessing: you, me, Tom, Grindelwald.

"What is my mission?" Harry asked.

He did not strongly insist on joining the fight himself.

According to Dumbledore and the information previously revealed by Ryan, only Riddle could truly kill Voldemort.

"The Mirror World." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "Although I knew nothing about the Mirror World at first."

But based on your use of it in front of me, and the information you subsequently shared with me.

I already have a general idea of what it is.

When beings from the real world enter, it is indeed inevitable that the evil side of oneself will be awakened.

However, if we use it as a transit point, controlled by you, we can blur the distance of time and space through its connection to the real world.

"Blurring the distance in time and space? How am I supposed to control that?" Harry was completely baffled.

"Just like how you took Ron and sneaked off to Diagon Alley." Dumbledore blinked.

How does this old man know everything?!

Harry looked shocked.

His version of events, as told to the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, was that he and Ron got to Diagon Alley via the Floo Network.

"And the methods I just mentioned are simply more sophisticated."

It involves the realm of the soul.

But the underlying principles are actually the same.

You'll understand when you actually start doing it.

Azkaban itself will be in opposition to and repel the Mirror World.

All you need to do is suppress Azkaban under the influence of this force.

I will draw upon the power of Hogwarts at that time.

You just need to follow your instincts.

You can do it; the existence of the title allows you to see the true form of your own soul.

Although it was only for a moment.