After a long while, Harry lifted the body-freezing spell from the Psycomplier. The man slowly opened his eyes, a bit confused, not quite understanding why he was in such a strange place, and only seeing a handsome boy holding a strange stick.
"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked, throwing a few detection spells. He couldn't detect any trace of Psychevor on the man.
"What...happened..." the man rubbed his forehead. Suddenly, he remembered that he shouldn't be here. His family and he had been attacked. "Zombies, there are zombies! Where's my daughter? Save my daughter!" he frantically looked around and saw the lifeless body of his little girl nearby. He called out and stumbled over to her, picked up her body, and held it close. "Sara! Wake up, how are you..."
Harry followed over. The father began to plead with him, "Please, save her. You can save her..."
This scene overlapped with many people Harry remembered were about to be killed - "Please, don't kill her..." Harry's heart trembled. He took a deep breath and said seriously, "I will do my best. She was infected later than you, maybe there is still a chance to save her."
But he couldn't guarantee to save everyone. Only those who had not been infected for too long and whose souls had not been completely consumed might have a chance.
The Order of the Phoenix no longer needed to maintain the shield, but they did not continue to fight the Death Eaters. Everyone was watching Harry save people.
Jesse and her classmates had just been informed by Hermione that Harry was a wizard and a member of the Potter family. However, seeing familiar classmates using magic was still a different experience.
"So Harry is also a character in the story..." Jennifer whispered to Jesse, "Why didn't your story mention him?"
"The Daily Prophet even said that the Potter couple didn't have children. It turns out that everything in the newspaper is a lie," Jesse whispered, confused like everyone else.
"So, where does he rank in terms of combat power?" Oscar couldn't resist asking about the combat rankings.
"I'm not sure..." Jesse didn't recognize these spells either, "But Harry is actually a dark wizard...aren't dark wizards supposed to be bad people? Is Harry bad?"
The muggles present were clueless, but the wizards in the room were possibly more shocked.
Ancient and powerful dark curses were easily summoned, and the history-defying act of saving lives was unfolding before their eyes. Some Death Eaters felt that even the Dark Lord and Prince had not demonstrated such power before. Prince only occasionally carried out killing missions, and the Dark Lord himself most frequently used the Killing curse. It seemed that neither of them had ever used black magic of this level.
Carlo felt that they should recruit this kid to their side. The Dark Lord's camp was the friendly haven for dark wizards. If they could recruit such a talent for their master, he would surely be rewarded. But Lucius Malfoy, the opportunistic man, was calculating in his mind. If the Order of the Phoenix had such a secret weapon, should he defect?
Translation: Dumbledore was equally shocked. He could recognize some of the combined spells Harry used, and they were all very powerful, infamous soul magic. He always knew that the Dark Prince was powerful, but he never expected him to be this strong. He needed to reassess the strength of Lord Voldemort and the Dark Prince. But if they had this kind of power, why didn't they just go out and kill everyone on the front line? The Aurors wouldn't stand a chance. If they had this kind of power, the war should have ended long ago... what was going on? The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more horrified he became.
The leader of the Order of Phoenix quickly recalled many details of the war, wondering what he had missed.
Perhaps he could talk to Harry and probe him. Harry was willing to take the initiative to save people, which made Dumbledore like him even more. Perhaps... Harry was a good boy.
Lily was in a conflicting state of pride and anxiety. She was proud of her exceptional child and had hope - Harry wasn't bad, was he? He was using dark magic to save people. But at the same time, she was worried that dark magic was so dangerous... She remembered Harry's injuries from the last time they met. And, she knew all too well who taught Harry that dark magic. What had Harry done with this dark magic? Also... her Harry had grown taller, but seemed thinner than two years ago. He must not have taken good care of himself these past two years. Lily stared straight at Harry's busy figure, her emerald eyes filled with complex emotions.
With the first successful case, Harry's confidence grew, and his team of spell surgeons had a clear plan and became more skilled. Later, the little girl named Sarah woke up, crying and throwing herself into her father's arms, while her father patted her back, gently soothing her, "It's all right, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Looking at the little sister who was no more than five years old, Harry thought to himself, "I should erase their memories of this experience later." Harry himself knew best how PTSD from painful memories can torment people in their dreams.
Finally, twelve of the zombies were revived. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead. The continuous use of powerful dark magic, which required precise control, was very energy-consuming. Fortunately, Harry was careful when using magic and did not disturb the core of his damaged magic, otherwise he might not have saved others before he himself died.
Then Harry waved his wand again, casting a memory spell on the twelve people, making them forget the experience of being attacked by zombies. Then he used another spell to transport them back home. They would continue their normal lives, although their mental or physical health might be affected, but anyway, it was fortunate that they were still alive.
The remaining soul of Psycomplier has completely mutated and is beyond redemption, so it can only be eliminated. That Elimination Curse appeared again on the square, this time restoring its inherent property of area effect. It was really like a surging and dangerous blood-red torrent, no wonder it had the nickname "Demon Blood". After the red magical light receded, Psycomplier collapsed to the ground in a mess and disappeared quietly like words washed away by waves on the beach, leaving nothing behind.
After finishing his business, Harry turned back to the crowd and returned the wand to Hermione: "Thanks."
Hermione looked thoughtful as she gazed at the spot where the body had just been lying. She turned her gaze back and whispered, "Would the effect be the same if devil's blood were used on a living person?"
"Perhaps...we shouldn't use it on a living person? No one should be treated this way," Harry replied after a moment of contemplation.
Hermione appeared relieved.
"Are you guys okay?" Harry asked Jesse and Mr. Cotton next to him.
"Uh...we're fine!" Jesse replied, "So you're a wizard, and a Potter, why didn't you tell me!"
"Um...I...didn't want to say," Harry blushed slightly, avoiding Jesse's eager and curious gaze. And he didn't even consider himself a member of the Potter family. Growing up, his father only called him Harry, and he felt like he had no last name. Being called Potter was like using a fake name.
"So what about Vance, is that a pseudonym from Evans?" Jennifer was also curious.
"Not really..." Harry remembered how he had just randomly chosen a surname starting with V, and it was purely coincidental that he crossed paths with Evans.
The anti-illusion charm on the square had been lifted, and more people from the Ministry of Magic had arrived. Several Death Eaters who had broken free from the restraint curse took advantage of the situation while the Order of Phoenix and Ministry officials explained the situation to the workers and erased the memories of the Muggles present, and fled with their companions by using the Disillusionment Charm. Of course, they didn't forget to launch the Dark Mark into the sky before leaving. The green light of the sparkling star points hung in the air, and the skull and snake had a strange beauty in the twilight clouds. A crescent moon hung in the western sky, and Venus beside it looked dim in the green light of the Dark Mark.
Harry looked up at the familiar mark and sighed with pain. Too many memories flooded his mind, and he had once thought he could escape from all of this.
But he never could. Even in the Muggle world, he was still following magical news and worrying about it all day. He should be honest with himself.
He had actually encountered a Death Eater by chance, and his haunting past...it was really haunting him. Perhaps he really didn't deserve to live an ordinary life.
In fact, this war was meaningless from the beginning. So many innocent people died for his father's immortality, and the war was still ongoing. In the half year that he had lived in the Muggle world, all the peace and kindness, like the sunshine of spring, silently influenced Harry. He, a little plant that had almost died in the damp darkness, couldn't help but be infected and stretch his branches in this sunshine that didn't belong to him. Sometimes he felt like he had sunk into a dream he didn't want to wake up from - this was rare, he used to only have nightmares.
Until the attack of the Death Eaters shattered his illusion, the bloody history of the past was revealed before Harry's eyes, and his classmates, whom he had been living with day and night, became the targets of the attack. Harry could hardly stand by and watch anymore, not just to save his classmates, but also... he felt impulsive and wanted to go home and talk to his father about why this war couldn't stop. Hadn't he already achieved eternity?
The Ministry of Magic is dealing with the aftermath, and the Order of Phoenix has not left yet. Dumbledore came to see Harry, who only remembered that he seemed to be a fugitive from the Ministry when he saw Dumbledore's protective spell. Harry, in fact, was also a fugitive, and he couldn't help feeling emotional.
The white-haired old man had no grudges about it, but nodded to Harry and said, "Today, we should all thank you, Harry."
"No need to thank me," Harry replied politely.
"But... I wonder if I could trouble you with one more thing? It might be difficult, but perhaps only you can do it, so I'm afraid I have to ask..." Dumbledore seemed a little embarrassed.
"What is it?"
"The Psycompliers who came here today were just a small team. From the attacks in the past few days, there are probably many more outside. It will be very troublesome if we just ignore them..."
"Okay, leave it to me." Harry nodded without hesitation. In fact, Harry wanted to resolve this matter himself - who on earth created Psychevor out of nowhere? This person was simply unreasonable. The index is growing, but it has the potential to destroy the world. Even his father wouldn't do something so outrageous.
In his father's war, Harry tried very hard not to intervene and prevent it, but if others provoked and harmed people, he could intervene without hesitation. Of course, he would.
"If you need any help, just ask, we will try our best to cooperate." Dumbledore took the opportunity to extend an olive branch.
"The people who created Psycomplier, call themselves a third party. They are also very dangerous. If you want to clean up Psycomplier, you may have to confront them," Lily said worriedly. "Harry, I'll go with you."
"A third party? Is the situation not chaotic enough?" Harry silently scoffed in his heart. He rarely thought he had the qualifications to express preferences, but he had decided that he did not like this third party.
"And there are other members of the Order of Phoenix who are certainly willing to help," Dumbledore added.
"No need," Harry refused. He was used to completing dangerous tasks alone, and was more accustomed to acting alone.
The café on the edge of the square lit up. Many memory-wiped Muggle pedestrians were gradually sent away from the square, and some of them returned to the café to continue their dinner. They might wonder why this meal took so long to finish.
Dumbledore curiously went to the café to buy a donut, while Lily and Alice were helping several other Aurors to remove the Dark Mark from the sky.
"By the way, Harry," Hermione leaned over to Harry, asking the question she had been curious about. "You've been in the Muggle world for the past six months?"
"Yes, I left the wizarding world," Harry answered truthfully, "left this war and remained neutral."
"Remained neutral?" Hermione widened her eyes in surprise. "Dark Prince is now a neutral party? Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were friends."
"Um... sorry. I do consider you as a friend, but... I haven't been in contact with anyone in the wizarding world for the past six months..." Harry said. In fact, for most of the past six months, he couldn't use magic casually because of his injured magic core and had no owl, so even if he wanted to contact others, he couldn't. Only recently has his injury improved somewhat.
"But that's fine, Harry. Congratulations on gaining your freedom?" Hermione laughed, "I've already noticed that you don't like doing things for him."
"How have you been lately?" Harry asked, "Did you still join the Order of Phoenix? I thought I could persuade you not to join."
"Harry, I've thought carefully about what you said," Hermione said, "and I've made my decision. There are some things worth fighting for, even dying for."
"But this war... all the sacrifices we've made, it's all for nothing," Harry said. He thought of his father, who had died only to become fuel for Voldemort's immortality.
"I don't know what you're seeing that I'm not," Hermione said, assuming that Harry had information she didn't. She set that aside and continued to reiterate her belief. "But to us, fighting Voldemort and the Death Eaters, stopping evil, saving others, and striving for our ideal tomorrow is meaningful in itself."
"..." Harry fell silent. After a long pause, he asked, "But what if we can't stop it? What if it's a mission impossible?" He realized that his father had already achieved immortality, and no one could defeat him now.
Harry knew more, so he could see that Hermione and the others were flying into the fire, giving their lives for nothing.
Nevertheless, Hermione said firmly, "Even if we're just Sisyphusian."
Green eyes met brown, and Harry saw the resolute fervor in Hermione's eyes.
Just then, Hermione saw a white ball of light appear beside Harry and heard a hissing sound. She noticed that Harry's face changed suddenly.
But what Harry heard was not a meaningless hiss. It was a sentence, just a few words long.
"Harry, come back."
A/N: Please let me know what you think~