The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Faced with Scott's teasing, Harry scratched his messy hair even more messily.

"How do I know?" he said distressedly.

"It's so interesting." Scott looked around, "It seems like there are only two of us on this moving train."

Harry laughed dryly, "Aren't dreams... all weird?"

Then, he completely ignored Scott sitting opposite him, lowered his head and muttered, "Damn, what kind of hell is this dream, how should I leave..."

Scott smiled and said: "You can't wake up from this dream unless someone wakes you up in reality at this moment."

"What?" Harry looked up.

"Let's go." Scott stood up, "Let's inspect the carriage. In fact, I only saw half of the carriage just now."

"Huh?" Harry was still a little stunned.

"Ah……"

Scott smiled mysteriously.

"Don't you just think this is just your dream?"

Harry looked at him in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"If this is just your dream, then you should be able to control everything in your dream if you want to," Scott said.

"yes."

Harry was stunned.

Then he raised his hand and pointed at Scott.

"Then disappear, Scott! I want to dream about Qiu more than you!"

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Scott still stood there, looking at him calmly.

Harry's eyes wandered and his face turned red.

Scott raised his eyebrows and made a pun, "You really don't want to give up, Harry."

"Wha...what?" Harry forced himself to hold on.

"Oh, I just want to remind you." Scott said slowly, "Qiu is Cedric's girlfriend."

"I know!"

Harry got a little irritable and pulled his hair again.

"But I just like her!"

he blurted out.

"She is so beautiful, so gentle, and so strong, why can't I like her!"

"Okay." Scott smiled, "Of course you can have a crush on her, she probably doesn't know it anyway."

Harry collapsed a little, "Ah! Why would I have a dream that makes people laugh at me!"

"I told you, this is not just your dream."

Scott reiterated.

"It's about time you figured it out. If you haven't figured it out yet, just pinch yourself."

Harry didn't understand, "What's the use of pinching yourself?"

"If you were just dreaming, you wouldn't feel pain if you pinched yourself," Scott said.

Harry immediately pinched his thigh.

"It will hurt!"

He looked at Scott in surprise.

"what happened?"

"it means……"

Scott leaned against the door frame of the cubicle, smiling playfully.

"I am who I am, Scott himself, not a phantom created by your dreams."

"you are you……"

Harry was completely stunned, unable to recover for a moment, and just repeated Scott's words.

"Are you Scott himself?"

"That's right." Scott nodded affirmatively, "After I fell asleep in the dormitory, I suddenly came here."

Harry's eyes widened, "You must be kidding!"

"It's a pity." Scott shrugged.

"How is it possible..." Harry stood up excitedly, "How could this happen..."

He paced back and forth unconsciously.

"Were we kidnapped? Who did it?"

Scott debunked his assumptions, "You can feel it, this is not the real world."

"But...but..."

Harry obviously found it difficult to accept the current situation for a while.

"It does not matter."

Scott waved his hand, then gave Harry a thumbs up.

"Compared to this, I think your declaration of secret love just now is very powerful."

"ah……"

Harry became motionless for a moment, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

"you……"

He turned his head inch by inch.

"Will you remember it when you wake up?"

Scott smiled, "I think I will remember it very clearly."

"I..." Harry's face instantly turned red and he was incoherent, "I... that's..."

"Are you kidding?" Scott reminded "kindly".

"Yes! That's right!"

Harry's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously!"

Scott almost laughed, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"..."

Harry's expression at this moment cannot be described as "wonderful".

"alright."

Scott put away the smile on his face.

"The jokes are over, it's time for us to get down to business."

Before Harry could react, he left the compartment and walked toward the front of the car.

Soon, he heard Harry's footsteps following him.

Next, they passed several empty carriages, and finally stopped in front of the door of the prefect's carriage.

Scott reached out and pushed open the door of the carriage.

There was a boy about the same age as Scott sitting in the carriage.

Black hair and eyes.

Handsome appearance.

Wearing old school uniform robes.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Hello."

The boy stood up and bowed gracefully.

"I'm Tom Riddle."

"Tom Riddle?" Harry muttered. "That sounds familiar."

Scott laughed, "Hello, Voldemort."

"What?" Harry took a step back in surprise.

Riddle laughed too.

"Hello, Trollope."

His hands dropped, and a wand fell from his sleeve, naturally held in his hand.

He raised his hand and pointed his wand at Scott.

"I didn't expect that among the Mudblood wizards, there were children as outstanding as you."

“I am great because I am who I am.”

Scott also raised his wand.

"It has nothing to do with my origins."

"Really, that's what you think?"

Riddle's black eyes instantly turned blood red and he grinned.

"You seem to be even more arrogant than I am, Trollope."

"Wait!" Harry shouted, "What is going on?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Riddle burst out laughing.

"How stupid. Is this the so-called 'Savior'? Is this the 'Boy-Who-Lived'?"

Harry said angrily: "I never care about that damn title!"

"Harry." Scott reminded, "He is Voldemort lurking in your body. As long as you can get rid of him here, you can get rid of him completely."

"Yeah……"

Riddle's body instantly became smaller.

"...Harry and I are one."

He transformed directly into Harry.

Except for the fact that his eyes are still red, everything else is exactly the same as Harry himself.

"We've become one, Harry."

He gave Harry a creepy smile.

"Killing me would be equivalent to killing him."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Harry's face turned ugly, and he quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Voldemort as well.

Voldemort was still smiling, his red eyes staring closely at Harry, "You can feel it, the close connection between us."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Harry retorted without any confidence, and at the same time couldn't help but take a step back.

Scott's calm voice sounded, "If it is aimed at the soul, your words are indeed true. Unfortunately, you are not the embodiment of the power of the soul now."

Voldemort's expression changed slightly.

He stared at Scott, "What did you do?"

Scott continued: "Think about how you would appear if that soul fragment materialized."

Now it was Voldemort's turn to be surprised.

But the surprised expression only appeared on Harry's face for a moment, and he quickly calmed down.

He even began to speak calmly again, "You know a lot."

Scott nodded, "It's a lot."

Voldemort said: "Since it is not the embodiment of soul power, then what appears here is consciousness."

"That's right."

Scott nodded in the affirmative.

"As long as the consciousness dissipates, the soul fragment you left in Harry's body will automatically dissolve and become the nourishment for his soul to grow."

Harry said immediately: "I don't want this kind of nourishment."

Voldemort sneered and ignored Harry.

He still stared at Scott closely.

"I'm curious how you did all this."

"I'm not going to satisfy your curiosity...armor protection!"

Scott used the Iron Armor Curse to build a magic barrier in time, blocking Voldemort's sneak attack on Harry.

Before Harry could react, Voldemort's spell collided violently with the magic barrier that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Voldemort laughed, happily.

"Although I don't know how you did all this, maybe someone helped, but you know, this is a double-edged sword."

"I know." Scott nodded calmly.

Voldemort looked at Harry. "If I can severely damage his consciousness here, I can take over his body as soon as possible."

Scott knew that because Voldemort was now a fragment of his soul and Harry still had a complete soul, he could not completely destroy Harry's consciousness.

Voldemort also knew this, so he used the word "wounded".

But what he said was true.

If Harry's consciousness is traumatized, it will indeed help Voldemort take advantage of it.

Scott had expected this.

Merlin, being the man of fun, would not create conditions that were completely beneficial to him and Harry.

He didn't like watching one-sided plots.

"Be safe." Scott reminded Harry, "He didn't tell lies."

Harry nodded, "This is the best opportunity for him and me, isn't it?"

"You're right to say that."

Scott waved his wand gently, and the seat behind Voldemort instantly turned into a big hand and grabbed him.

Voldemort's figure flickered and appeared on the other side of the carriage.

He waved his wand as he flashed, and his big hand transformed back into the seat.

"I want to thank you, Trollope, for reminding me."

The pupils in Voldemort's red eyes became slender, like some kind of bloodthirsty snake.

"Since I am a conscious body now, I can not follow the laws of the real world."

With that said, he disappeared like a gust of wind.

"Yectrasil!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time.

Green lightning shot through Harry's chest.

Voldemort appeared behind them, his wand connected with green lightning.

Harry looked down at the green lightning that passed through his chest and smiled strangely.

"This is really magical..."

Scott maintained the space magic without changing his expression.

He put himself and Harry into the temporary constructed space and achieved a similar "virtualization" result.

"This space magic again."

Voldemort stopped casting and talked to Scott.

"It seems that the failure of the main body is because you mastered this magic."

"You are right."

Scott made the temporary constructed space disappear invisibly, raised his hand and gave Voldemort a crushing spell.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry also cast his best spell at the same time.

Two red lightnings crossed each other.

But Voldemort was no longer there.

"Yuktrasil."

Scott once again quickly put himself and Harry into the "virtualization" state.

Sure enough, Voldemort aimed at Harry and cast a killing curse.

"Use your imagination, Harry." Scott reminded, "We are conscious beings in the dream world, don't be so "down to earth."

Harry's eyes lit up, and then he flew directly.

Although not as fast as Voldemort, it was also very flexible.

Scott recognized Harry's flying talent very much, so he moderately released some of his protection.

He put more energy into fighting Voldemort.

"Shattered into pieces!"

"Crucio!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"The house collapsed and the ground collapsed!"

"Flying sand and rocks!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

... In a blink of an eye, the two of them threw multiple spells at each other.

Not all spells were chanted, and there were also silent spells.

But neither of them could gain the upper hand.

The spells that bounced around completely destroyed the carriage they were in.

The three of them flew up and left the train.

But when they landed, they found that they had come to a familiar platform from the field where the train passed.

It was Platform 9 of King's Cross Station.

The train just now was still parked next to the platform intact.

"Expelliarmus!"

This time, Harry took the initiative to launch an attack.

Voldemort dodged calmly.

"Gungnir!"

At this moment, Scott's wand flashed with golden light.

It was almost an instant.

The golden light stretched forward and then retracted in the blink of an eye.

A fist-sized hole appeared in Voldemort's chest.

And Voldemort's face was full of astonishment.

"I didn't expect... you still have such a spell..."

"It's easier to win by taking advantage of the unexpected..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort, who had already begun to weaken, still had a special liking for the Kedavra.

Scott used Apparition to leave the spot.

Voldemort waved his wand at Harry again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

This time Scott did not give Harry any help, and Harry dodged with his still flexible body.

"Gungnir!"

The golden light shone again.

When the spear made of golden light appeared, Voldemort seemed to have the ability to predict and disappeared completely.

But before Voldemort could speak, the golden light was already in front of him.

Voldemort disappeared again.

Then, no matter where he appeared, the golden light always followed him.

"This is an attack magic that is said to never miss and cannot be avoided."

Scott explained with interest.