The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“Wh...what?” Harry forced himself to speak.

“Oh, I just wanted to remind you,” Scott said slowly, “that Cho is Cedric’s girlfriend.”

"I know!"

Harry was a little irritated and tugged at his hair again.

"But I just like her!"

He blurted it out.

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

“Sure,” Scott laughed. “You can certainly have a crush on her; she probably doesn’t even know.”

Harry was devastated. "Ugh! Why did I have to have a dream that made people laugh at me!"

“I told you, this isn’t just your dream.”

Scott emphasized this again.

"You should understand by now. If you still don't, pinch yourself."

Harry didn't understand. "What's the point of pinching yourself?"

Scott said, "If you're just dreaming, you won't feel any pain even if you pinch yourself."

Harry immediately pinched his thigh.

"It hurts!"

He looked at Scott in surprise.

"What exactly happened?"

"It means..."

Scott leaned against the cubicle doorframe, smiling knowingly.

“I am who I am, I am Scott himself, not a phantom created by your dream.”

"You are you..."

Harry was completely stunned and couldn't come to his senses for a moment, only repeating Scott's words.

"Are you Scott himself?"

“That’s right.” Scott nodded affirmatively. “I fell asleep in my dorm and suddenly found myself here.”

Harry's eyes widened. "You must be joking!"

“I’m sorry,” Scott shrugged.

“How could this be…” Harry stood up excitedly, “How could this happen…”

He paced back and forth unconsciously.

"Have we been kidnapped? Who did it?"

Scott punctured his delusion, "You can sense that this isn't the real world."

"But...but..."

Harry was clearly having a hard time accepting the current situation.

"That's not important."

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

"Compared to that, I think your declaration of unrequited love just now was much more impressive."

"what……"

Harry froze instantly, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

"you……"

He turned his head inch by inch.

Will you remember anything after you wake up?

Scott laughed, "I think I'll remember it very clearly."

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

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

"Yes! That's right!"

Harry's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

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

Scott almost burst out laughing. "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"..."

Harry's expression at that moment was beyond description; "wonderful" wouldn't even begin to describe it.

"All right."

Scott's smile vanished.

"Enough with the jokes, let's get down to business."

Before Harry could react, he left the cubicle and walked towards the front of the car.

Soon, he heard Harry's footsteps following.

Next, they passed several empty carriages before finally stopping in front of the class captain's carriage.

Scott reached out and pushed open the carriage door.

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

Black hair and black eyes.

He is handsome.

Wearing an old-fashioned school uniform robe.

“Who are you?” Harry asked.

Hello.

The boy stood up and gave a graceful bow.

“I am 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, Trolop."

His hands hung down, and a wand fell from his sleeve, which he naturally grasped in his hand.

He raised his hand and pointed his wand at Scott.

“I never imagined that there would be such an outstanding child as you among the Mudblood wizards.”

"I am excellent because I am me."

Scott also raised his wand.

"It has nothing to do with my background."

"Really? That's what you think?"

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

"It seems you are even more arrogant than I am, Trollope."

"Wait!" Harry shouted. "What's going on?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Riddle suddenly burst into laughter.

"How foolish! Is this the so-called 'savior'? Is this the 'boy who survived'?"

Harry said angrily, "I've never cared about that damn title!"

“Harry,” Scott warned, “he is the Voldemort lurking inside you. If you can get rid of him here, you will be rid of him completely.”

"Yeah……"

Riddle's body instantly became smaller.

"...Harry and I are one."

He transformed directly into Harry's appearance.

Except for his red eyes, he looks exactly like Harry.

“We’ve become one, Harry.”

He gave Harry's face a sinister smile.

"Killing me is the same as killing him."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Harry's face turned grim, and he quickly drew his wand, pointing it at Voldemort as well.

Voldemort was still smiling, his red eyes fixed on Harry. "You can feel it, can't you? The close connection between us."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Harry's rebuttal lacked conviction, and he couldn't help but take another step back.

Scott's calm voice rang out, "If we're talking about the soul, then what you say is indeed true. Unfortunately, you are not a manifestation of soul power right now."

Voldemort's expression changed slightly.