Harry had no time to comment on how similar the name McGonagall Bird, which the Black Man had mentioned, was to that of his own Head of House.
For when the Black Man spoke the name, information about this bird from the Dream Realm, along with the method for summoning it, had already appeared in his mind.
Deities would not deliberately deceive humans, but some of the more malicious ones among them, such as certain avatars of The Crawling Chaos, would tempt or guide humans into doing certain things.
Grindelwald had once told Harry this.
But Harry did not find Grindelwald particularly reliable. So he took his words with a measure of skepticism and looked at the Black Man. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Why?" The Black Man seemed not at all surprised that Harry would ask this question. He merely smiled softly.
"Simply because I think what you do next will make some already interesting things even more interesting. That is all. What you do is your choice."
As he uttered his final word, his figure had already begun to turn insubstantial. By the time his voice faded, his entire body had vanished without a trace.
Harry remained seated on the ground, his expression incredibly complicated.
He glanced at the still-open gate to the Dream Realm beside him, then finally gritted his teeth and recited the spell for summoning a McGonagall Bird that the Black Man had projected into his mind.
When the spell was complete, a sweet, melodious birdcall rang out.
Harry had never heard such a beautiful birdcall.
Apart from perhaps the very rarest Paradise Birds, no bird could make a more beautiful sound, could it? Harry thought.
Although Paradise Birds were classified as birds, they had human forms, only with wings.
Male Paradise Birds had