Harry rubbed his still sowhat dazed eyes and sat down on one side of the compartnt, feeling a bit distracted.
"Click—"
"Tell , what did you just do?"
Fastening the latch of his suitcase, William turned around and looked at Harry. At this mont, the compartnt was occupied only by him and Harry, as Lupin was outside handing out chocolate and hot cocoa, considering the less-than-pleasant physical impact brought by the Dentor ProMax to those little wizards, even William was initially affected.
But his strong and unreasonable emotion magic quickly helped him adjust his emotions.
In short, to prevent anyone from feeling hopeless about life after a brief period of isolation and emo, directly jumping off the train, Lupin started knocking on doors to provide warmth.
And of course, William didn’t follow. Compared to eating chocolate, he was now more interested in the boy before him—looking at the slightly yellow-green fla above Harry’s head, he nodded, "Hmm, it seems like the quality of the potion you made is still up to standard—your grades in Potions Class should be good... okay, pretend I didn’t say that."
After missing one sumr, he almost forgot the deanor of a certain unnad Potions Class professor, William waved his hand.
"I... yes, thank you for your potion recipe."
Harry’s tone was sowhat uneasy. He lowered his head, the fla on his head gently swayed.
"No need for unnecessary courtesy—let’s talk about this first. I heard you shot your aunt onto the wall?"
William waved his hand, signaling the other to directly cut to the chase, and at this mont, a muffled whistle sounded—the Hogwarts Express started again.
"It was Aunt Marge who first..."
Hearing William’s question, Harry’s heart tightened suddenly. Although he sensed a strange tone from the other side, he still instinctively wanted to explain, but was interrupted by William again. Under silent gaze, the boy could only choose to nod quietly.
"You used magic—I an, not because of your emotional fluctuation, but because you drew your magic wand?"
"...Hmm."
"Why? You shouldn’t be soone who loses their temper—"
William furrowed his brow, according to his understanding of the boy, Harry shouldn’t have done this—after all, in order to train the other’s soul and ntal strength, he had conducted various forms of training and challenging for Harry in the first half of the year, and later even assessed that his ntal strength was up to standard.
Logically, the soul from young Voldemort, Little Tom should have been completely assimilated by Harry.
But... seeing the blazing green fla above the boy’s head, William couldn’t help but click his tongue, it seed the situation had quite a discrepancy with his expectations.
...Interesting.
"I... there was a voice in my mind at that ti, it told to teach her a lesson..."
Harry’s tone was sowhat hesitant, but William didn’t need him to say the next half of the sentence, it was clear who needed a lesson—it could even be said that Harry almost took this step because according to Harry’s subsequent descriptions, it included him forcibly suppressing the thought of changing his attack spell.
"...At that ti, I seed to want to use a kind of black magic."
The boy lowered his head to look at his hands, a strong sense of doubt in his tone—he doubted his own feelings, after all, he was only in his third year, let alone black magic, he hadn’t mastered many offensive spells, of which the most familiar was still the "Disarming Spell" taught by William in the Duel Club.
So, logically, he shouldn’t be able to use black magic at all.
But... in William’s eyes, this seed perfectly normal. Harry indeed didn’t know black magic, but that doesn’t an Little Tom didn’t! Or rather, who in the world had a deeper knowledge of dark arts than Little Tom?
Anyway, William had always believed that his magical creativity and perception were not as good as people like Dumbledore and Voldemort.
He just took advantage of Ancient Magic—although this "advantage" was often strong enough to be outrageous.
"Then, what about just now?"
William nodded, not dwelling on this issue for long, but instead changed the subject.
"...More or less, that voice appeared again, it told to cast a charm at that..."
"Dentor."
"...Oh, cast a charm at the Dentor, so I did."
Harry pursed his lips, once again opting to downplay the seriousness of the issue, seemingly reluctant for William to view him as a bad person, he continued.
"Just a regular charm?"
"Probably?"
"Try casting it at again—"
With William’s words, a purple barrier slowly raised around him.
"Ex...Expelliarmus! (Disarming Spell)"
Under William’s serious gaze, Harry took a deep breath, then swung his wand, the deep red spell collided with the sa-colored Iron Armor Spell, causing a ripple that wasn’t weak. Staring at the location of the ripple, William’s pupils slightly flickered with a trace of blue light—
Although the charm was different from the previous one, that wasn’t the key issue because William had already felt the power contained within Harry’s charm.
But there was no space for experintation here—
William furrowed his brow, the next mont, a knock sounded, Lupin’s voice ca from outside the door, "Can I co in now?"
"...Of course."
William said while opening the compartnt door, welcoming Lupin who was carrying a shoulder bag inside, "Would you like so more chocolate?" Lupin reached into the bag and grabbed a bunch of Chocolate Frogs. These were all procured from the train conductor, because compared to profit, the ntal and physical health of students was obviously more important.
"No, thank you..."
Harry shook his head, clearly not in the mood at this mont, the boy’s gaze was still firmly fixed on William—but it was apparent the latter didn’t plan on giving him a quick answer, after all, many things still required extra verification, guesses were rely guesses.
"Maybe you’d prefer to be with your friends right now?"
William shook his head, containing a clear aning in his words, and under his candid dismissal, Harry, though disappointed, still habitually nodded, then got up and headed towards the compartnt door, not forgetting to help the two close the door.
"So... what’s the actual situation?"
Lupin popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth, stared at the tightly closed compartnt door in silence for a mont, finally exhaled and leaned back in the seat, "Does Harry have a physical problem?"
While asking this assumption, Lupin’s expression seed a bit tense.
"No... things are a bit complicated."
William scratched his head, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the suitcase—he hadn’t actually noticed the peculiar behavior of the Dentor at first, after all he had just had the idea of capturing a Dentor for an experint, then not even a few hours later one was delivered up to him, honestly, William felt as though he’d be sorry to say no to the Ministry of Magic.
So, from the ti Harry started taking action, to when Lupin started to fall behind in the confrontation, William had actually been busy... making preparations for restraining the Dentor, after all, this was a non-physical entity, different from Boggarts which liked to hide in cupboards, Dentors were highly aggressive.
Therefore, its containnt unit needed to be sufficiently capable of isolating its influence.
anwhile, in reality, Lupin’s gaze also began to lower along with William’s actions, when he saw the suitcase, his expression faltered, "So—if the Ministry of Magic asks about the missing Dentor on the train, how should we explain?"
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