Even in the soul world, even as a soul, even though his body should have felt nothing at all.
Harry still felt a chill run down his spine.
All that bullshit about Gryffindor courage was nowhere to be found at that moment. Harry struggled to control his trembling body, but it was no use.
In the mental world, emotions manifested without restraint.
Harry was filled with fear, and so his soul trembled completely beyond his control. He turned around and, sure enough, saw that figure again-the one who had done nothing to him, yet terrified him to his core.
The Black Man!
The Black Man, who was suspected to be a Deity and had not appeared since the summer of Harry's first year, had actually appeared in his mental world again.
The Black Man had changed his clothes this time, wearing a pitch-black suit and a pair of jet-black leather shoes. He sat on the little white bed in the room with his legs crossed, bouncing one leg as he looked at Harry with a mocking expression.
"Little lamb, what a surprise. I rarely see the same little lamb three times. But to think you broke through the Mental Barrier. Tsk, tsk, tsk, your soul has grown so much stronger all at once..."
At this point, the Black Man's gaze fell on the silver starlight on the room's walls. "Hmm, it seems that little fellow is even more interesting than I imagined. Still, you certainly were bold."
Harry looked at the Black Man and wanted to say something, only to discover that he was so frightened he could barely even open his mouth.
When he had first met the Black Man, although he could sense how strange and terrifying the other man was, ignorance had made him fearless, so he