His once-blurred memories suddenly became clear, and the missing details abruptly returned. Harry remembered everything at once. This was the strange person he had encountered on the street earlier, and his memory stopped just before he had used Magic Perception to examine him.
So he really had collapsed because he had wanted to probe this person with Magic Perception?
Wait!
How had this guy gotten here? This was his mental world!
"Although I can't enter and leave any place I please like a certain someone," the Black Man said with a soft laugh, seemingly able to read Harry's thoughts in an instant,
"if I couldn't even enter the soul world of a little lamb I'd touched, the others would laugh at me. But how strange, little lamb. There seems to be something special inside your head. Although I can read your thoughts, I can't see through your memories. That really is strange. You shouldn't have such powerful defenses."
Harry opened his mouth, terror filling his mind. Lambs, soul defenses-he had no room to think about any of it. Only after a long while, once he had recovered a little, did Harry manage to speak, only to discover that even his voice was trembling. "What... what do you want to do?"
The person before him, or whatever else he was, felt far too uncanny to Harry. In truth, he had done nothing so far, but even so, Harry could not suppress his fear.
"Do?" The Black Man chuckled, bobbing his crossed leg, then shook his head with a laugh. "Nothing at all. What do you think I would do to a little lamb like you? What would a little lamb like you be worth doing anything for? Just an insignificant individual in an insignificant world."
"But, little lamb, I am a