[Warning]: Inaccurate Christianity.

A few more days passed before Harry was discharged from the hospital and returned to school. It was evident that Christian was avoiding him, and whenever Harry could feel that person's gaze upon him, it was filled with fear.

During a break, Harry managed to corner Christian in the hallway.

"No matter what you think of me, don't tell anyone about that. That's my only request," Harry said seriously. The injury to his magical core still prevented him from using a memory charm, so he was currently at a disadvantage.

Christian was clearly scared, and he nervously replied, "absolutely won't... absolutely won't. Please spare me."

"What happened to James Potter later?" Harry asked Jess.

Well, after Harry was discharged from the hospital and returned to classes, he suddenly became willing to join in listening to the stories. Jess had no idea why Harry had changed his attitude. Jess was thrilled by the addition of this new listener, and now the whole class, except for Christian, was captivated by his storytelling charm. Well, even though for some reason Christian seemed to be keeping a greater distance.

"He suddenly got better, as if he had never been injured before. It was a miracle! Oh, don't say authorial manipulation, this story isn't usually this weird." Jess seemed worried that Harry wouldn't believe him, as he had been criticized by other listeners before.

But Harry just smiled slightly. "I'm satisfied with this sequel," he said.

Jess thought Harry looked really good when he smiled. He had never seen Harry smile before, this was the first time.

Harry thought to himself... Maybe he shouldn't avoid news about the wizarding world.

Who was he to run away from it? It wouldn't hurt to listen and understand the perspectives of the side of light, ordinary people, and victims of this war, along with the darkness and atrocities that came with it.

Why did he have the right to cover his eyes and ears and live peacefully in his own world? Wasn't it his responsibility to face the things he had done, the mistakes he had made, and the pain he felt because of them? Wasn't it that he deserved never to have peace again for the rest of his life?

So he forced himself to stay.

Jesse liked to describe the villains as stupid and ridiculous. One day, Harry questioned him, "If the Dark Lord is so dumb, why couldn't the Order of the Phoenix win? Doesn't this discredit them?" It was very rare for Harry to speak up.

"What order?" Jesse asked back.

"... Nothing. I meant the side of light." Harry realized he had let something slip and obediently shut up. Was the Order of the Phoenix still a secret organization?

"Maybe you're right, but I just don't want to say anything good about that demon bastard." Jesse was clearly emotional.

"..." Harry fell silent. He knew from the start that Jesse was a wizard who had left the wizarding world, probably to escape the war and was a victim of it. Suddenly facing the emotions of a victim made Harry feel ashamed. He regretted speaking up earlier, "As for the Dark Lord..."

"Don't call him that. He doesn't deserve it," Jesse interrupted.

"..." Harry was silent.

"And that Dark Prince should die too."

"Indeed." Harry quickly agreed without hesitation. He rarely expressed his position so clearly, it surprised Jesse.

"I hope that the righteous side will beat them all down soon!" With the door to the wizarding world closed, Jesse was probably also unwilling. He admitted to being a coward, preferring to choose a safe escape to the muggle world, while other wizards from muggle backgrounds chose to stay and fight at the front line against You-Know-Know, strive for a better future. For example, Hermione Granger, a witch the same age as him, chose to stay at Hogwarts. Jesse had always admired her.

Today's story was about Hermione setting a trap to catch a stupid Death Eater.

Upon hearing Hermione's name, Harry remembered their last parting when he had tried to persuade her, but she had still joined the Order of the Phoenix... Sacrificing herself for this war was utterly meaningless, merely a consumable for the ritual of eternal life for her father.

Jess said cheerfully, "So the stupid you-know-who didn't see through this plan, and his subordinates fell for it."

Being called upon, Harry had to speak, but he had his own bias. He just didn't want others to speak ill of his father like that. "...Is it possible that the Dark Lord himself doesn't care about it, and it's that Death Eater who is stupid and arrogant?"

"Oh, does it really matter? Why do you always focus on these details... Do you fall in love with You-Know-Know, hahaha?" Jess noticed that Harry seemed to have a strange fondness for the You-Know-Know in the stories and always spoke up for him. Merlin witness, he had never spoken a single good word about the mysterious person. How could anyone like him? What kind of rebellious teenage boy was Harry, loving the antagonist? No, he had to make Harry join the side of justice. "You-Know-Know in this story is just a stupid jerk, without substance. Don't think too much about it. Look at how great characters like the Potters, Moody, Weasley, Longbottom, and Dumbledore are, not to mention Hermione. Don't you like them?"

Suddenly struck by a sensitive topic, Harry felt his ears burning. Harry did indeed love You-Know-Who, even after everything that had happened between them. Harry still suffered from PTSD from the hellish torment, and he didn't want to see that person ever again. But he had spent his whole life loving his father, and that love was too deeply ingrained.

Then he recalled his promise to his father when he escaped that place—to remain neutral. Harry truly didn't want to harm anyone anymore, but he also truly loved his father. He couldn't bring himself to be an enemy of his father. It seemed to be... the only choice for him, caught in the middle of the conflict.

To be honest, Harry felt a little scared when he first stepped back into the Muggle world. He had encountered many bad people when he was younger, and his memories of this place were not good.

But this time, he met a very good teacher and their family, as well as very good classmates. He also had the opportunity to learn about science and technology and other courses in the Muggle world. Who wouldn't be amazed by technology? Harry has already used a mobile phone and often watches various science popularization videos on YouTube. He thought about the innocent Muggles who were killed by Death Eaters, and felt more guilty. And those persecuted Muggle-borns, Jess, even Hermione...they are all good people who have done nothing wrong.

"I'm sorry..." one day, Harry said to Jess.

"Ah?" Jess couldn't understand why Harry suddenly said such a thing without reason.

A few more days passed.

"Today was chaotic. The fairy clan was in turmoil, and I wonder if they will start a fight and bring down the roof of Gringotts. And there's a solved mystery," Jess announced happily.

"Which mystery? There are too many mysteries here," a classmate quipped.

"Sirius Black. The proud members of the Ministry of Magic have finally figured out who killed him," Jess lowered his voice dramatically, rendering it mysteriously. "Do you remember the crime scene? It happened last summer, when the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Sirius Black, was brutally murdered. No trace of his body was found, only a pool of blood and a strong dark magic aura at the scene. It's likely that even his bones were destroyed by dark magic. The Aurors could only determine his identity from the wand and bloodstains left behind."

"I remember. So, who killed him? Don't keep us in suspense," Oscar urged in a loud and confident voice. "There aren't many people with higher combat power than him."

"The Aurors have finally confirmed that the culprit is none other than the mysterious Dark Prince," Jess announced.

"Wait a minute," Jennifer frowned. "If there's no body at the scene, could he be alive? Based on my experience with novels, movies, and comics, if there's no body, then the person isn't dead."

"That's impossible," Jess waved his hand dismissively. "He had been missing for many days before being confirmed dead, and there were many magical traces at the crime scene that confirmed his death."

Harry, who was nearby, was almost frightened by Jennifer's casual remark. After listening to the story and making sure that no loopholes had been discovered, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

After Harry left, the enthusiasm of his classmates' discussion remained unabated, and their topic shifted to the legendary Dark Prince.

"That villain seems more powerful," Oscar, a big guy and the most enthusiastic reader of power rankings, commented. "Take this Prince, for example. It's said that he can kill any target and return in an instant. That's a formidable power. The strength of the villains clearly surpasses that of the heroes!"

"But isn't Dumbledore the strongest wizard? He's the only one that You-Know-Who is afraid of," another shy boy chimed in, rare for him to participate in the discussion.

"But Dumbledore is just one person, while the Dark Lord may have more than one powerful ally. That's why they've been evenly matched for so many years," Jennifer, the blonde girl, analyzed calmly. She was the second most passionate reader of power rankings and often debated with Oscar on topics like "Who's stronger, Lily or James?" and ended up teasing each other. "What other achievements does the Prince have? Assassinations? Attacks?"

"Indeed. But there are also rumors that this person doesn't really associate with the Death Eaters. He operates in secrecy, so even the captured Death Eaters have no information about him," Jess agreed. "Currently, no one knows his age, appearance, gender, or name. The only things known are that he can speak Parseltongue and that his power is truly formidable. He's sent to eliminate targets that even a team of Death Eaters can't handle. That's why he's known as the Shadow Assassin. He's so mysterious that he may have done many bad things, and we have no idea."

"Hey, hey, you're the one telling the story, and even you don't know?" Oscar teased.

"Yeah, it's really strange," Romancia, Oscar's girlfriend, agreed.

"Things you shouldn't know, a good storyteller won't tell you," Jess mysteriously intoned.

"But this rumor is strange. Is it fake? Why doesn't he collaborate with the Death Eaters? If he's strong, shouldn't he be causing havoc with them?" Jennifer questioned.

"Um..." Jess was caught off guard. "Well... perhaps... Maybe he's not that strong after all? After all, those are just rumors..."

"Is he really powerful or not?" Oscar was solely concerned about this.

"I truly don't know. This person is too mysterious, and there's no confirmed information about him," Jess shrugged.

"But this character... is quite interesting, huh? If you say a few good things about the villain, you might create a villain character that gains a lot of fans. Just look at the charismatic villains in Marvel movies," Jennifer laughed.

"No way," Jess, the righteous companion, firmly refused.

After Harry left, he encountered another unexpected event. A group of people came and abducted him.

Well, it happened so suddenly. Harry was rendered unconscious with ether and woke up in an unfamiliar place. When he opened his eyes, he saw a magnificent stained glass window and towering stone walls around him. For a moment, it reminded him of his father's castle. However, the atmosphere was completely different. Slytherin Castle had a predominantly dark ambiance, while this place was overly bright and golden.

Then he saw a person dressed as a priest approaching, bending down to get a closer look at Harry lying on the ground. A crucifix pendant hung straight down from his neck. And Harry realized that he was in a church. He also noticed that his hands and feet were tightly bound, preventing him from sitting up.

The priest straightened up and announced to his companions, "He's awake. We can proceed with the exorcism now."

"Wait..." Harry tried to speak, but no one paid him any attention. The group of people splashed him with holy water first, soaking his shirt which clung to his body. Harry felt a bit cold and sneezed.

Another priest held a Bible in one hand and a crucifix in the other, pointing it at Harry and reciting Latin incantations with great fervor. As a student of magic, Harry naturally understood Latin and recognized it as a spell for dispelling dark magic, not for dealing with demons. Yet, he didn't sense any magical energy accompanying the incantation. It was quite anticlimactic.

Then he heard the priest exclaim loudly, "Confess! Demon, what have you done to the soul of Christian Johnson?"

"I actually saved him, didn't do anything bad," Harry replied, feeling annoyed.

"Wicked demon, confess the truth—" another round of holy water splashed over him. Then the priests began reciting long prayers—without any noticeable effect.

Harry looked into the eyes of the priest and, with a simple Legilimency, saw a terrified Christian seeking confession, confessing that he had come into contact with a demon and his soul had been tainted by magic, wondering if he could still ascend to heaven.

Harry was speechless for a moment. He asked, "So can you tell me? Why do you hate magic so much?"

However, those priests only spoke of "blaspheming God," "heretics," "violating God's will," "magic brings destruction," "it will anger the divine," "God has his plans for humanity," and other repetitive phrases.

"The religious Inquisition also persecuted scientists in the past," Harry retorted coldly. "Was it because science violated God's plans for humanity?"

"Silence! Wicked demon!" The priest seemed to lose his composure, deciding to escalate his methods of exorcism. The priest gagged Harry, preventing him from speaking further.

"Indeed, you are a deceiving demon! Leave this human!" The priest raised a whip soaked in holy oil.

Harry sighed. This situation was reminding him more and more of his childhood. He decided not to continue and unleashed the power of magic once again. The ropes binding Harry instantly snapped. Before the group of priests could react, a highly accelerated Memory Modification Charm swept over everyone present.

Then Harry left, but he didn't forget to modify Christian's memory. It seemed necessary to do so. His injuries had also recovered over the past few days, albeit barely.

"You promised me not to tell anyone, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"I only told God! No one else!" Christian defended himself.

"Since you consider me a demon, aren't you afraid of my retaliation?"

"You... you don't seem like that kind of person..." Christian trembled.

"...," Harry was a bit speechless. He realized that Christian didn't immediately go to the priest after leaving the hospital. It seemed that he had secretly observed Harry at school for many days and decided to report him because he seemed easy to talk to. Harry couldn't resist the desire to mock and continued, "If I were a villain, you wouldn't have done this, right?"

"I..." The boy didn't speak, but he practically admitted it.

Oh well, humans are known to bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Perhaps I really am a villain?" Harry became genuinely angry this time, his tone turning cold. After all, he was the Dark Prince, so why not consider himself a villain? He had been influenced by the Dark Lord for a long time. When he was truly angry, a bit of the Dark Lord's aura emanated from him.

Christian was terrified and quickly begged for mercy, "I won't do it again, I won't say anything to anyone—"

"Indeed, you won't have the chance to tell anyone else." Harry said softly, approaching slowly, casting his shadow over the boy.

Christian was petrified. "No, no, please, don't—"

"Obliviate."

Harry admitted that he was intentionally scaring the person. In reality, he only wanted to erase this classmate's memories.

When Harry returned to the dormitory, a terrible dizziness overcame him. The injury to his magic core, he couldn't use magic in the first place. Harry didn't even have time to climb onto his bed before he collapsed weakly onto the floor next to the infirmary bed. His dreams... were far from peaceful. It felt as if he had returned to those dark years, the green light uncontrollably killing innocent people, killing his classmates.

It wasn't until late at night when his roommate returned and found him lying on the floor that he woke up. When Harry fainted, his clothes were soaked with holy water, and when he woke up, his cold sweat had soaked through his clothes. He sneezed, as if catching a cold again. Fortunately, this time he managed to wake up, avoiding another visit to the ICU.

Harry took a shower. This time he had learned his lesson. He had been betrayed to the church by the person he had risked his life to save, and he couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Sometimes he thought of Christian and could almost hear his voice saying, "Wizards are demons, and magic is evil."

Perhaps that classmate still thought the same way.

So why do humans hurt each other like this? Harry lowered his eyelashes. He thought that if his father were here, he would probably say:

"You shouldn't have saved him. Humans are not worth saving. Don't make such foolish mistakes again."

"Being good doesn't lead to good outcomes."

"Only power determines everything."

Harry decided to temporarily stop thinking about this question.

A/N: tell me what you think pls~