Wizards Were All Evil

Harry had a long dream; it was his second dream of the night.

He didn't see the red-haired woman this time... What a pity!

Harry was hoping to connect with his last dream.

In his dream, he came to a strange setting, which, judging from its decorations, resembled King's Cross Station.

Harry wandered around the station for a long time and found an orphan.

The child was strange; he was naked, curled up on the ground, his red skin rough, looking as if a layer of skin had been peeled off. He lay shivering under a seat, abandoned and haphazardly stuffed there, struggling to breathe.

Harry was terrified.

Although the creature was small, frail, and injured, he was unwilling to approach it. Nevertheless, he still inclined closer little by little.

Harry hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to save him. But when he got closer, he realized that the child was already... dead!

"..."

Harry sat alone beside the body, his face showing sadness, but he felt inexplicably happy inside.

He was shocked. Had his mind become so twisted?

But after thinking for a short while, Harry felt a sharp pain in his head, and he heard a sound in his ears.

Instead of the red-haired woman's cries, it became the conversation between Riddle and William.

The connection is intermittent, as if the tape recorder has a bad connection.

Then the station was enveloped in a blinding green light.

Harry's head was about to explode. When he opened his eyes again, his mouth gaped open in astonishment, as if he could fit a Quaffle inside.

Another child mysteriously appeared under the seat!

It was lying right next to the stillborn baby, wailing and crying! The crying was driving Harry crazy; he wanted nothing more than to smother it with his clothes.

But he ultimately didn't dare to make a move.

What if it was his own soul?

After an unknown amount of time, Harry finally woke up from his sleep.

He looked up and saw Ron beside him.

Harry cried out, "Ron, what's wrong? Wake up! You've died a horrible death!"

Harry burst into tears.

"He's not dead yet, but he's lost a lot of life force. I've given him Potions; he needs to rest and recuperate for a while." A voice came from the other side of the room.

William sat at the stone table where Riddle had sat before, holding an Book of Alchemy in his hand, reading it leisurely.

"Alright, stop shaking Ron, it'll worsen his injuries." William turned a page of his book without looking up.

In William's arms lay a bald, ugly bird, which, awakened by the noise, couldn't help but lift its head and let out a long yawn.

Harry relaxed. With William there, he and Ron were at least basically safe.

Everyone knows William is amazing!

Harry stood up, walked over, and asked in confusion, "William, why are you carrying a turkey? All its feathers have been plucked; it looks awful!"

"..."

Fawkes was furious and spat a mouthful of hot phlegm at Harry.

Fire Release: Phoenix's Wrath!

Unfortunately, it's newly reborn and too weak; its effect is about the same as a lighter, but it's just right for lighting a cigarette.

"This is Dumbledore's Fawkes, who saved my life. It's not some Scotland featherless turkey." William patted Fawkes's bald head.

"Come on, Huowa, breathe fire!" William laughed and pulled a skewer of lamb from the Safety Watch.

Fawkes blinked longingly and exhaled another puff of flame.

William placed the lamb skewers on the flames, spun them around a few times, and the skewers were cooked by the phoenix's golden flames.

William shook it, Fawkes opened his mouth, gently put the skewer in his mouth, and ate it all in one bite.

"..." Fawkes was furious and breathed fire at William again.

William laughed heartily, flicked Fawkes's little head, took out a can of fish, opened it, placed it on the table, and gestured for Fox to eat.

The little phoenix then jumped onto the table, completely satisfied.

"William, Tom Riddle is Voldemort, and I resurrected him!" Harry suddenly remembered something and said urgently.

"It's that diary, he threatened me..."

"I know, Harry." William closed the book, tapped his wand, and conjured a stool.

"I've already seen him; he was waiting for me here when I arrived."

"And then what happened? Where did he go?" Harry sat down on the stool, eager to know what had happened to Riddle.

"Here, have some calming medicine. You look terrible... Strange, you've slept all night, how come you have such dark circles and bags under your eyes?"

William took a bottle of Potions from the Safety Watch and handed it to him.

Harry is the epitome of pushing his limits during the day and at night... He stays up late at night, showing up in the Chamber of Secrets to engage in thrilling group activities with Riddle.

Harry stared at the gold watch on William's wrist.

"The alchemical artifact I created— the Safety Watch —had a small hole drilled in this area, and I cast Undetectable Extension Charm' on it." William noticed Harry's gaze.

"The Undetectable Extension Charm... you know it, right?"

"I know... Hermione has the exact same gold watch too," Harry said enviously.

"Professor McGonagall saw it during her Transfiguration class and picked it up to introduce it to everyone."

Professor McGonagall praised the watch for its high level of Alchemy, and of course, its strong Transfiguration.

Let's learn Transfiguration well so we can do it someday too.

William smiled. Professor McGonagall really went to great lengths to deceive her students, making them study hard.

After drinking the Potions, Harry felt much more energetic, and his headache subsided.

He then asked, "Where is Riddle?"

"He fought me, took you hostage, and in his rage, tried to kill you, casting Avada Kedavra on you, but the curse rebounded onto him."

"How could this be?" Harry exclaimed in astonishment.

"Professor Dumbledore must have told you that," William explained.

"Before your mother died, she cast a protective spell on you at the cost of her life... a spell that can prevent Voldemort from harming you."

"Voldemort's magic rebounded back then, and so did Riddle's. You can touch your forehead."

Harry quickly touched his head, and another lightning bolt scar appeared on his forehead.

Two scars

One left and one right,

Like horns!

The original scar no longer hurts, but the new scar has started to hurt.

So pain can be transferred!

"Is he dead?" Harry asked anxiously, using his long hair to cover the scars.

"No. That's what I find strange too. He escaped, but he also lost most of his strength, so he can't possibly reappear anytime soon."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He then spoke of what he had dreamed about, the two babies.

William frowned. "You said you dreamt that one of the children died, and after a green light shone, another child appeared?"

"Yes, what's going on?" Harry asked.

William felt he seemed to have figured something out, but he still shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I suggest you ask Professor Dumbledore."

"Maybe it was just a dream," Harry said nonchalantly.

He looked around again, puzzled, and asked, "Why aren't we leaving? Why are we still here?"

"That's a good question; we may never be able to leave."

William picked up his book again, saying helplessly, "This room is Chamber of Secrets set up by Slytherin; only Riddle can open it."

"Then we're trapped here and will die?" Harry exclaimed in panic.

"More or less," William said calmly. "This place is completely isolated; we can't contact the outside world, we can't use Apparition, and we can't use the Sound Transmission Conch."

"We can only wait for Professor Dumbledore to find a wizard Parseltongue and open the door for us."

"But what are we going to eat?" Harry was feeling very hungry.

"Don't worry about that. I've stored plenty of food in the Safety Watch; it'll be enough to last us for a while."

William glanced at Fawkes and joked, "Don't worry about running out of food."

Phoenixes can regenerate. If we really can't hold on any longer, we'll cut off Fawkes's chicken wings. It's seriously injured, and it will be reborn.

In this way, theoretically we have an infinite supply of food.

Fawkes was eating dried fish. Although it had no hair to fry, it still held a small yellow croaker in its mouth and stared at William with terrified eyes.

Dumbledore, come quick! Your little cutie is about to be eaten!

Hateful!

Wizards are indeed all evil, damn it!

William ignored Fawkes's harmless, rather endearing, glaring attack.

He touched the other man's bald head with his right hand, rested his chin on his left, and gazed at the old phoenix who had saved him several times with a captivating smile.

He asked with a smile:

"Fawkes, you've saved me several times, I need to repay you."

Do you have any other phoenixes at home, sisters or cousins are fine. I'm willing to take a loss and support them, including food and lodging.

Do you think it's okay?

Fawkes rolled its eyes and breathed out another mouthful of fire, almost turning William into a bald man like itself.

(Thanks to "Hell Cat" and "Hanhan Kong" for their generous donations)