The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

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This could be considered self-disclosure.

Scott thought again.

If they didn't know what I was thinking, how could they have answered so accurately and promptly?

Merlin then continued with his inner monologue.

"It's just inferring your thoughts from your emotions and expressions, it's that simple, isn't it?"

It's not simple...

Scott stopped himself from internally criticizing.

He quickly got to the point, "You must know why I want to see you."

"Yes I know."

Merlin crossed his arms and looked down at him.

"You want to help the boy who was turned into a Horcrux?"

Scott nodded. "If possible."

"Um……"

Merlin, who was suspended in the air, started to move and circled around Scott, seemingly observing him.

Finally, he floated in front of Scott and stopped.

"You don't seem like the kind of enthusiastic person you are."

“I just want this to have a definite conclusion as soon as possible,” Scott said frankly. “Harry has really had a tough time.”

“Yes, that was a poor child,” Merlin nodded in agreement. “He started experiencing hardship shortly after birth.”

Although he spoke words of sympathy, the unchanging smile on his face made it impossible for Scott to discern his true emotions.

"Do you have a solution?" Scott asked again.

"Let me think about it..."

Merlin rested his chin on his hand, seemingly thinking for a moment, and then nodded.

"some."

Scott pressed on, "Then what do we do?"

Merlin tilted his head. "I can help, but why should I help?"

"This..." Scott was speechless.

"That boy was indeed somewhat special, but not special enough to me."

Merlin said in a teasing tone.

"Moreover, it's like a novel; once I open it, I want to see the ending without any interruptions."

"I'm interested in whether the story ends up being a tragedy or a comedy."

"..."

Scott remained silent.

All British wizards, do you know that Merlin, whom you often talk about, is a person with such a perverse sense of humor?

"What rude thing are you thinking about again?"

As Merlin spoke, he unexpectedly tapped Scott on the head with his long staff.

"Feel sorry."

Scott apologized once again.

"It's ok."

Merlin continued to smile, seemingly unconcerned.

He then asked, "Do you really want to help Harry Potter?"

“Yes,” Scott nodded, “but only if it does not endanger ourselves.”

I appreciate your honesty right now.

Merlin waved the long staff in his hand, which looked like an ornament.

"Consider it a reward for you..."

The fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and countless petals gathered together as he waved his staff, fluttering up and down to form a phantom spatial passage.

"Let's go."

Merlin flew toward that spatial passage.

"This is the passage to that boy's dream."

Scott hesitated for two seconds before following Merlin into the illusory passage.

In a flash, Scott found himself sitting in a speeding train carriage.

Looking at the familiar layout of the carriage, he was certain that the train in Harry's dream was based on the Hogwarts Express.

Scott looked around from his seat, but couldn't see Merlin anywhere.

Scott called out several times, but received no response.

He got up and walked out of the compartment, only to find that he was in the last carriage of the train.

There was no one in the carriage except Scott.

Scott stepped forward and walked towards the carriage ahead.

After passing several carriages, he finally saw Harry in a carriage in the middle of the train.

Meanwhile, Harry, who was sitting alone in a compartment in the same carriage, also saw him.

"Scott?"

Harry looked on in surprise.

"How will you be here?"

"What do you say?"

Scott walked over and sat down opposite Harry.

"Of course, I'd go to Hogwarts."

"Go to school? That makes sense."

Harry nodded, then immediately realized something was wrong.

"No! This isn't the Hogwarts Express, this is...this is...my dream?"

He stared wide-eyed, looking around in astonishment.

"I have never had such a vivid dream before."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the seat beneath him and the window beside him.

"Everything is very realistic, including the feel and temperature."

"Shouldn't the most important question be why I exist in the first place?"

Scott was joking.

"This is your dream."

Chapter 532 Tom Riddle

In response to Scott's teasing, Harry made his already messy hair even messier.

"How should I know?" he said, perplexed.

“How interesting.” Scott looked around. “It seems there are only the two of us on this moving train.”

Harry chuckled dryly. "Aren't dreams... supposed to be weird and strange?"

Then, completely ignoring Scott sitting across from him, he muttered to himself with his head down, "Damn it, what kind of weird dream is this? How am I supposed to get out of here..."

Scott laughed and said, "You can't wake up from this dream unless someone in reality wakes you up right now."

“What?” Harry looked up.

“Let’s go.” Scott stood up. “Let’s take a look around the carriages. Actually, I only looked at half of them just now.”

"Huh?" Harry was still a little stunned.

"Ah……"

Scott smiled mysteriously.

"You don't still naively believe this is just a dream, do you?"

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

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

"correct."

Harry suddenly realized.

Then he pointed at Scott.