[Warning]: Inaccurate Christianity.

"Is today's story about to begin?" Several enthusiastic classmates rushed to Jess's side during break time, while Harry, at the front desk, picked up his textbook and prepared to leave.

Jess's mood was somewhat downcast. "Today, there is unfortunate news... Someone on our side of justice is in critical condition."

"Who?" Several classmates eagerly wanted to hear more.

"James Potter," Jess announced emotionally, "the leader of the Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic."

"What happened to him?" Harry's hand, holding the textbooks, froze in mid-air.

"He... Oh, wait, today you also want to hear the story?" Jess thought his storytelling skills were excellent. Like gold, they would eventually shine, even attracting people like Harry, who seemed dense.

"What's the situation exactly?" Harry didn't acknowledge Jess's comment but pressed for more information.

"Well, if you don't know what happened before, let me fill you in on the plot: James Potter mysteriously disappeared for over a month, and when he returned, he had no memory of where he had been or what had happened. But he seems to have suffered some kind of injury, as he's been unwell and staying in St. Mungo's. Today's updated development is that he has been given a critical condition notice..."

"..." Harry didn't say anything further, nor did he take his textbook. He simply left the classroom.

Jess felt a bit puzzled. Wasn't he listening anymore?

Harry still remembered when his father was caught by his father (he was actually awake at that time). Coupled with Jess's vague words, Harry understood. It must have been his father going too far, causing James to get hurt while trying to save him, the Dark Prince.

Harry couldn't help but bitterly smile at himself. A person like him... James, a shining Auror, getting injured because of him, it really wasn't worth it.

The injury was caused because of Harry, so it was his responsibility to save him.

Moreover, a magical core injury could only be healed by blood relatives, and Harry was James's only blood relative.

Furthermore, after a magical core injury, there needed to be a period of time when magic couldn't be used for the body to recover. James was an Auror who needed to protect others in the midst of the war, so he needed to use magic. Harry, on the other hand, was just hiding in the Muggle world. If there was anyone who couldn't use magic, it should be Harry...

In terms of both emotions and reason, no matter what, Harry sincerely believed that he should go and save him.

Harry casually activated a Portkey and embarked on a long journey to St. Mungo's Hospital in London. He concealed his presence with a spell and infiltrated James's ward.

At the same time, he was also calculating another matter: His father's curse prohibited Harry from engaging in any "self-killing" actions. But this time, it wasn't... It was a heaven-sent opportunity. This time, Harry was sincerely trying to save someone, so it shouldn't be restricted by the curse, right?

After that day, Harry didn't come back to school. The top student actually skipped class. On the following day, Jesse heard that Harry was sick. It was said that he fainted on the subway and was taken to the hospital by a kind passerby.

"He always looks so sickly, as if he's about to die in the next second. He should have gone to the hospital a long time ago," said a big guy.

"It seems like it's not just a minor illness. I heard he was directly admitted to the ICU. I'm not sure," pointed out a girl with brown hair.

"Should we go visit him after school?" asked another lively girl kindly.

"I want to go too. By the way, he was the one who started the fight between the campus bullies, right? He did a great job," responded another thin boy.

"I'm going too!" Jess remembered Harry's hurried departure during break time. He always had a strange feeling that what happened to Harry afterwards might be related to him.

However, when they went to the hospital that night, they didn't see Harry. They were told by the doctor that Harry was still in the ICU. Multiple organs in his body were showing signs of failure, and the doctors hadn't found the cause yet. He was being kept alive temporarily by machines, and the situation was extremely serious.

"How could this happen..." The mood of the girls and boys became heavy. Regardless of whether they had thought Harry's personality was strange or had plotted against him before, they all unanimously hoped that Harry would recover quickly.

In a hazy state, Harry seemed to dream of his father. He dreamed of his father beside him, whispering something. Harry wanted to call him father, but he couldn't open his mouth. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger, as if every muscle weighed thousands of pounds.

But when Harry finally opened his eyes, all he saw was the snowy white ceiling and a water bottle hanging by the bedside, with a tube connected to it. His father was not there.

"Why do I... still alive..." He thought he could use this as an excuse to die, but the Muggle medical technology was much better than he had imagined.

"Why do you seem so disappointed?" a woman's voice.

Harry's whole body was in pain and weakness. He reluctantly turned his head and saw a woman who looked somewhat familiar, around forty years old with casually tied blonde hair in a ponytail.

"Claire Bryan, your physics teacher Steven Cotton is my husband. We've met before, remember?" Claire said casually. "I came to see you since I had some free time. It's good that you finally woke up. You've been in a coma for seven days."

"...Actually... you didn't have to save me." Harry's voice was still weak. He was just trying to commit suicide in various ways, so why bother saving him? It was such a rare opportunity to let himself die, but he ended up alive...

"Why are you saying that?" Claire raised an eyebrow. "Steven has always liked you. He always tell me about what a smart boy you are. We were determined to save you. I brought in my colleagues from the university, the best doctors. We paid for the ICU ourselves. Everyone is making efforts, and I didn't come here to listen to you say these things."

"I'm fine... I'm sorry." Harry weakly apologized. He didn't want to owe anyone's kindness. He would find a way to repay this kind couple and then find a way to die. He sighed inwardly. If Claire knew what he had done, she would never make such an effort to save him. He didn't deserve this kindness.

"Did something bad happen to you?" Claire's tone softened. She sensed that Harry had something on his mind, but she wasn't very good at comforting people. "But in life, we still need to look forward. Everything will pass. Life is short, and death is eternal. After a few decades, what awaits us is the long death of cosmic heat death. We can't continue to live. So we should cherish life."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and the doctor arrived. "Oh, the boy is awake. So, what exactly happened to you? Do you have any medical history, what did you do before, what did you eat, what did you come into contact with? A group of doctors has been studying you as a difficult case. All the tests came back normal, and we haven't found any internal or external injuries, bacteria, viruses, or toxins. Yet, all your organs were mysteriously failing. We used machines to keep you alive for a few days, and now you're slowly recovering. It's really strange."

"I don't know." Harry didn't tell the truth. He knew very well what the problem was: his Magic Core was injured, causing a collapse of his life system. The Magic Core, the Patronus, and the Libido were considered the three pillars of life. Harry didn't know why, but it seemed like he never had a Libido from birth, and as a Dark Wizard, he didn't have a Patronus. Now that his Magic Core was injured, causing his entire system to collapse. But he couldn't explain this to the Muggles.

Harry stared blankly at the intravenous bottle, recalling when he was a child, when he personally got rid of his own guardian. His father had thrown him into the place where the castle disposed of bodies. He was so desperate to survive back then, trying so hard to escape. And now, lying in a Muggle hospital, Harry couldn't help but feel ironic. If he had really died back then, he wouldn't have had so many troublesome things afterwards.

It would have been so much better.

Later Harry was transferred to a regular ward. He wanted to be discharged quickly, so when the doctor asked, he insisted that he felt fine, even though the readings from various instruments indicated otherwise.

As Harry was bored flipping through his textbooks in the ward, he was attracted by the commotion at the door. He looked up and saw the door being pushed open, and another teenager on a rescue cart was brought in, looking like he had just undergone surgery.

Harry widened his eyes slightly as he recognized the other student, who happened to be their classmate named Christian.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked the nurse next to him.

"Car accident. They say the car suddenly went out of control, ran onto the sidewalk, and knocked down this boy," the nurse said, her tone somewhat unusual. "But I heard that after the insurance company investigated, the car was perfectly fine. I bet the driver was drunk."

"...Is he okay?" Harry asked, thoughtful.

"Not too well, I suppose. They estimate he'll be left with a lifelong disability," the nurse shook her head, even though she was accustomed to injuries and illnesses, seeing such a young boy go through something like this couldn't help but be disheartening.

Throughout the afternoon, Harry couldn't focus on his textbooks at all. His thoughts kept drifting to the comatose classmate in the neighboring bed. Harry wasn't familiar with this classmate, in fact, he wasn't familiar with any of his classmates except for Jess, who always chased him and told him stories. He hardly spoke to anyone else.

But Christian stood out to Harry because he was the only other person besides himself who didn't like listening to stories about the magical world.

By the evening, when Harry could barely get out of bed, Christian also woke up. The classmate heard the doctor's verdict and was mentally devastated.

"Don't worry, maybe there's still a way," Harry began trying to comfort the classmate after the doctor left. Harry knew his magic could save people, but it would be best to wait until the other person fell asleep before mentioning it.

Harry rarely took the initiative to talk to people, and coupled with the sudden misfortune the classmate experienced, he was psychologically fragile and wanted someone to confide in. So they started chatting like that.

And then they talked about Jess's stories. It was Christian who brought it up because he noticed that Harry, like himself, avoided Jess. He thought Harry must be one of them. So he indignantly said, "You also don't like listening to those evil stories about wizards, right? More and more people nowadays exhibit a lack of moral integrity and indifference towards evil."

"?" Harry was stunned. He just realized that Christian's reason for not liking wizard stories was this. Harry softened his tone and tried to point out, "Not all wizards are evil, you know? Have you read the Bible? It clearly says in Deuteronomy, 'Let no one be found among you who sacrifices their son or daughter in the fire, who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft, or casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist or who consults the dead. Anyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord.'"

Christian can recite the Bible better than the periodic table, "And there's Leviticus, 'Do not practice divination or seek omens.' It's clear as day. What's there to doubt?"

"Just because something is written in a book doesn't mean it's right. These prejudices can harm others," Harry said indifferently.

"Harm others? Don't be silly, magic doesn't exist."

"What if it does? I'm curious, do you all hate wizards and magic just in the name of religious beliefs?" It was hard for Harry not to recall the experiences of his childhood, and difficult not to think of his uncle Vernon. All these years, those memories had been buried deep within him, and now they were suddenly resurfacing. He started wondering about the origins of their malicious intentions.

"Just? Belief is the most important thing! If wizards really exist, they are evil. The Bible is right, questioning the Bible is heresy—"

"Then why does the Bible say such things?"

"That's because wizards sell their souls to demons in order to gain magical powers."

"...That's not true. Magic is a gift." Harry suddenly felt a pang, as if he himself had indeed sold his soul to a demon. But his thoughts remained clear—it wasn't magic's fault. Hermione and Professor Dumbledore didn't deserve such judgment.

"Those group of heretics, the wizards, are not worth forgiving."

"Oh, what if those heretics were trying to protect you? Just like in the story of Jess, Professor Dumbledore was trying to protect everyone. What if magic is the only thing that can heal you? Would you still despise magic then?"

"Magic... heal me?" Christian was taken aback. He didn't expect Harry to ask such a question. Facing his sudden misfortune and the doctor's statement about a lifetime of disability, Christian desperately wished to regain his health. He truly hoped that what Harry said was true. However, he responded with disappointment, "There is no magic in this world... I might better hope for a miracle from God to save me."

"... " Harry blinked. The fate of his classmate now rested entirely on his decision. Harry wondered if he should help this person. He slowly spoke, "Well, if magic did help you recover, would you reconsider the wizard is evil thing?"

"Maybe," the classmate shrugged. He didn't believe in the existence of magic at all, so he casually said that. His mood remained low.

"Perhaps I am a wizard, and I can help you recover," Harry said calmly. His emerald eyes locked with the classmate's, and the seriousness in his eyes left the boy somewhat bewildered.

"You? Are you joking?" Christian stammered.

Harry sighed. He felt he had killed too many people and now had a rare opportunity to save someone. He decided to do it, not caring about all the complications. His compassionate thoughts led him to step off the bed and approach his classmate's bedside. "Alright, I'll help you, but I hope you won't say that again. And, this must be kept secret from others."

Harry used the most familiar magic to him, dark magic. With his Magic Core injured, he chose to use a precise and low-energy dark magic healing spell.

A chilling aura of dark magic instantly enveloped the entire ward. The classmate was so scared that he couldn't utter a word. The human instinctual fear and avoidance of dark magic were similar to the fear of heights or darkness. Facing this danger, Christian heart trembled with fear. He stood there with his mouth agape, forgetting to close it, shivering in the face of this terrifying sight.

"However, dark magic is just a form of power, like a knife. It all depends on how people use it. Just like a knife can also be a surgical tool, the spell Harry used indeed had a healing effect. Swiftly, Harry tapped the leg of his classmate. 'Do you have any sensation now?'

Christian still had his mouth agape, forgetting to close it. He stared at Harry as if he had witnessed something terribly horrifying. Then, he reacted and flexed his knee joint. His paralyzed lower limbs, previously damaged by spinal cord injury, were now moving freely.

"It's recovered...?! You... you are a wizard?!" It was hard to say whether Christian's astonishment or fright was greater. The shadow of the dark forces had not yet dissipated, and he remained in a state of fear, perhaps more frightened. "What have you done to me? Is my soul tainted—"

He jumped off the bed, barefoot, and fled to the corner of the room, as far away from Harry as possible. His eyes stared at Harry with vigilance and fear. Harry felt as though he wished he could transform himself into wallpaper and stick to the wall.

"..." Harry was speechless for a moment. "Your soul is intact. A minor injury doesn't require soul magic."

Upon hearing the term "soul magic," Christian felt even more uncomfortable, and the trembling caused by instinctive fear had yet to subside.

Harry also knew that dark magic had such an effect on ordinary people. He himself had only lost this sense of danger because he no longer had his guardian. But he still felt a bit dissatisfied. "Hey, I just helped you, didn't I?"

In any case, for the remainder of that evening, the two teenagers didn't exchange any more words. Harry returned to his bed, feeling that he might have done something foolish after all—there was some truth to the 'Confidentiality Act'. However, he didn't have the strength to erase Christian's memory, and if he used magic again, he would end up back in the ICU. Although he actually wanted to take the opportunity to commit suicide, the curse forbidding suicide prevented him from doing so.

Early the next morning, the nurse excitedly called a group of medical experts to witness this medical miracle. Then, And then Christian was discharged remarkably, leaving only Harry alone in the hospital room. At least now he could have a single room, Harry thought, and continued to flip through his textbooks listless.

A/N: writing a fanfic should be an online game but not a single game, right? It's too boring if it's just me here.