Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

Dumbledore did not answer Harry's question directly, but Harry felt that he had found the answer.

He frowned, feeling mixed emotions.

Although Cassio's purpose in approaching him was not pure, he did not cause him any harm in the end, and he felt that Cassio's experience was pitiful.

If he could really help him, he would be happy to help him without endangering his own life.

Harry couldn't help but ask: "Principal, after he returns from the evil world, must he find a young body to complete the cause he wants to accomplish?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry deeply, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, and said gently:
"Harry, in some ways, he is also a victim. None of us want to see him - this warrior who once conquered the evil world is persecuted by the evil world and forced to side with it."

“But I assure you that the path he is thinking of is not the right one, but an evil one. Only the power gained through one’s own practice is the power that truly belongs to you.

The power gained by borrowing someone else's body is ultimately incompatible with the soul and body. Even if only one party reaches the extreme, the other party cannot reach a very high level. "

Harry didn't understand what he heard, and repeated unconsciously: "Soul and body, after all, are incompatible..."

Harry was taken back to St. Mungo's by Dumbledore himself and was met by the attention of all the medical staff. Everyone looked at Harry with concern.

"I haven't seen him for just a few hours and he has become so small. Oh my God, what has he been through?"

"That damn wizard must have used some horrible dark magic on Harry!"

"Harry, don't believe anyone this time. If anyone wants to take you out of St. Mungo's, you must not leave!"

Harry felt a little embarrassed in front of the medical staff who cared about him. He said guiltily:
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. If I hadn't been so determined to go out with that person, you wouldn't have been so anxious and it would have wasted the efforts of the principal and other professors to find me."

Everyone was comforting Harry and telling him it was okay.

But only Harry said to himself silently in his heart: "Next time, he should be a smart person and not easily believe the words of unfamiliar wizards."

Not only that, if he noticed that there was something wrong with what people close to him said or what they were doing, he would also suspect whether they were disguised by other wizards.

This time, Harry deeply felt the cruelty of the wizarding world.

In Hogwarts, he experienced unprecedented happiness, warmth, and freedom.

But after leaving Hogwarts, he discovered that the wizarding world was not peaceful and tranquil, but full of cruelty.

A wizard who has never met you wants to replace you simply because your body is suitable.

Some people may just hear his name and want to destroy him, just because it is challenging and conquest-worthy.

It was late at night, the moon was high outside the window, and Harry was lying alone on the hospital bed, silently thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Would he be happier if he stayed in the Muggle world without magic?
But as soon as this thought came to mind, Harry immediately suppressed it.

No if.

And he preferred magic to being a Muggle.

While attending Hogwarts, he often thought that he was born to be part of the magical world.

Now, it is just a kind of suffering given to him by God. Only in the magic world can he feel freedom and happiness.
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In Diagon Alley.

Ron was being seen by a very old wizard.

How old is this wizard? He could be his grandfather’s grandfather!
There are many black spots on the skin, and the skin on the face is so loose that it drops several centimeters.

Ron's expression was wrinkled. He didn't want to be treated by this wizard at all.

But their parents believed that the older the wizard was, the better his medical skills were.

Ron muttered to himself. He looked around when he entered the small clinic, but there was not a single certificate proving that he was a doctor. Who knew if he was a real doctor or just a liar?

"Well, his condition is serious. Very serious. Most of his spirit has been devoured. He urgently needs to be replenished."

The old wizard stared at Ron for a long time. Ron felt that the cold sweat on his forehead was about to break out because of him. Then the old wizard spoke slowly.

Molly asked nervously, "How should it be treated?"

The old wizard said: "It is very difficult to treat. Are you sure you want to treat it? This is not something that can be cured quickly. It will take up a lot of your time, and you will also need gold galleons."

Ron's expression looked a little strange. Why did the words of this old wizard sound so much like Professor Trelawney's speaking style?
Professor Trelawney always likes to say something vague and specious.

"Let's treat him!" Molly said quickly.

The old wizard nodded slowly. "Then please fill out a form and pay three gold galleons for the consultation fee and initial treatment fee."

"Three gold Galleons?" Molly's voice was a little high-pitched.

The old wizard nodded and said, "Well, this is just the initial price. As the treatment progresses, the price will go up. If you can't accept it, forget it."

"I'll take it!" Molly gritted her teeth and handed Ron three gold Galleons.

Ron was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and he immediately felt his mother's love for him.

He lay on the hospital bed and said, "Mom, I will definitely take good care of myself and cooperate with the doctor."

Molly sighed and said, "Professor McGonagall only gave you 10 days off, and you will have to return to Hogwarts after that to help them develop some games that can help with learning. I am worried that you will delay the professor's progress.

Ron, since we promised the professor, we have to get things done, so you have to get better quickly."

Ron:…

All the previous feelings of being touched were wasted.

He looked left and right, and seeing that the old wizard was gone, he said with a sad face:
"Mom, I always feel that this doctor is unreliable. Why don't we go to St. Mungo's for treatment? After all, St. Mungo's won't charge three gold Galleons for a consultation right away!"

Since going to Hogwarts, Ron has been earning his own living expenses under Lin Xia's guidance.

So he knew very well that gold galleons were not easy to earn.

Put yourself in his shoes. If he had to spend three gold galleons at once to see a doctor, he would also be heartbroken.

He only had a dozen gold Galleons left in his entire fortune, and every time he used one, it would be one less.

Isn't Molly worried too?
But she gritted her teeth and took out the three gold Galleons. The moment she handed over the money, she regretted it.

But the old wizard collected the money very efficiently. The gold Galleons just flashed in front of her and disappeared. It was not easy for her to ask for a refund.

So Molly could only grit her teeth and say, "Go get treatment first and see if the treatment plan he gives is effective. Maybe you will be cured the next day."

Molly had another worry. Harry disappeared in St. Mungo's. Before Harry was found, St. Mungo's was a dangerous place. Even if Ron was to be transferred to St. Mungo's, he had to wait until Harry came back.

Molly left Ron in the hospital in Diagon Alley and returned to the Burrow on her own.

When she returned home, she received a message from someone else and discovered that Harry had been found by Dumbledore not long ago and brought back to St. Mungo's personally.

Molly felt a little regretful. If she had known this would happen, she would have taken Ron to St. Mungo's for treatment from the beginning.

But the money had already been paid, and Ron could only stay in Diagon Alley for one night.

After Molly left, the old wizard began to treat Ron.

His treatment method was simple: just feed Ron potions continuously.

At first Ron could recognize what kind of potion it was, because he had brewed these potions at school, so he could recognize them.

But he didn't quite understand why he could take the scabies potion, a magic potion specifically for scabies, when he was just mentally unwell.

Ron couldn't help but question the old wizard, but the old wizard looked at Ron calmly, then suddenly smiled and said slowly:
"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. You are worthy of being a student of Hogwarts."

"But I have my reasons for giving you these potions. Just drink them obediently. I use potion treatment. The effect does not lie in a single bottle of potion, but in the effect of multiple bottles of potion mixed together to restore your energy."

Ron didn't understand, so he asked, "If I'm just running low on energy, can't you just give me a bottle of energy potion? Why do you need so many potions?"

The old wizard used his charlatan-like rhetoric again: "Because you are not just lacking in energy, I also see bad luck in you that ordinary people cannot see.

In addition to restoring your spirit, I also want to remove your bad luck, so I need the power of multiple potions. Without further ado, drink it quickly!"

Ron was forced to drink another large amount of potion.

He felt his stomach was bloated and his body seemed to be weaker. Every time he took a potion, he felt like vomiting.

But Ron felt that the potions tasted too bad, so he felt uncomfortable.

It was only one night.

When he woke up again, Ron felt extremely itchy and he couldn't help scratching his arms and face.

Only then did he realize that his arms were covered with rashes!
Ron's eyes widened and he quickly went to find a mirror. He was horrified to find that he had a rash on his face, arms, and other parts of his body covered by clothes!

Ron couldn't help but scream, and the old wizard looked over and was also frightened by the scene.

He muttered quietly, “Something is not right, in the past when I took these potions in the order they were given, they would only make me look radiant and in good spirits, and then after three or four days I would feel a little weak.

Come back to me and I'll make you a 'potion to counteract negative energy' and you'll be cured. How come this child got into trouble after taking these potions?"

The old wizard panicked and said immediately: "Don't worry, I can handle it. I have another bottle of potion. As long as you drink it, there will be absolutely no problem."

"I don't want to drink anymore, I don't want to drink anymore!" Ron shouted.

"You are a quack. You don't know how to treat illnesses at all. Instead, you made my condition worse!"

Not long after, Ms. Molly also came and screamed again when she saw her son's miserable condition.

The decibel level of Ms. Molly's scream was more penetrating than Ron's, and the gray-white walls of the clinic were shattered by her scream.

She first asked Ron if he could still hold on.

After getting a barely manageable reply from Ron, Molly made a scene in the hospital and demanded compensation from the old wizard. If he didn't, she would put a magic horn at the door every day, saying that he couldn't heal her at all.

Mo Li looked serious and said angrily, "Don't try to evade your responsibility. I brought my son here for treatment yesterday, and I took pictures of the whole process!"

Old wizard: "This, this, the potions I gave him are all harmless, it's his body that has problems!"

Molly said coldly: "If there is nothing wrong with his body, would I still bring him to you for treatment? Compensation, you must give me ten times the compensation!"

The old wizard shouted excitedly: "I understand, you deliberately hurt your son and came here to cheat me, I will falsely accuse you!"

Ron was feeling increasingly unwell, but his mother was having a huge argument with the old wizard.

He yelled, "Stop arguing and take me to the hospital!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron fainted on the ground.

When he woke up again, he was already in St. Mungo's. There was a little boy about five years old sitting next to him, looking down at a blank book.

Ron groaned, feeling pain all over his body, as if he had been run over by a car.

The little boy spoke up: "Ron, if you feel uncomfortable somewhere, I will call a doctor immediately."

After saying that, the little boy jumped out of bed and pressed the red bell hanging on Ron's bedside.

Ron felt a little weird seeing how skilled the little boy was. He also felt that the little boy looked so much like Harry, with a pair of emerald green eyes and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Ron felt his head was a mess, and it took him several seconds to regain consciousness. He asked, "Who are you?"

The little boy said helplessly: "Ron, I'm Harry, but my situation is a little special. I've shrunk and I'm currently receiving treatment. And Ron, you've been in a coma for a day and a night."

Harry's body has been gradually recovering. At the beginning, his body was only the size of a thumb and taking medicine was a problem for him.

Faced with a potion bottle that was several times taller than him, Harry felt that he would be swollen by the potion.

He could only drink, add water, and drink again...

Fortunately, a day later, his body recovered a little and turned into a little boy, so it was not so difficult for him to take the medicine.

Ron said in confusion: "Harry, I heard that you were taken away by Cassio. Why did he take you away?"

After he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse and his throat and nasal cavity were uncomfortable, as if someone had stuffed a ball of sandpaper into them.

Every time I spoke a word, my throat hurt.

Just as Harry was about to say something, the door of the ward opened and a doctor rushed in to examine him.

After about ten minutes, the doctor relaxed his expression and said, "Thank God, you were brought to us in time, otherwise you would have almost died of shock!"

Ron asked in a hoarse voice: "Doctor, what disease do I have?"

The doctor shook his head: "You are not sick, but poisoned!" (End of this chapter)