Chapter 877: Chapter 248: Immunity
Friends helped Vid and Harry block those probing gazes, allowing them to finally have a peaceful meal.
"Actually, when Harry first came back, things were even more exaggerated; some people practically went crazy."
Michael muttered to Vid, "Later, Dumbledore said a few words during breakfast, telling everyone not to disturb you and forbidding them from pestering you two about that day’s events. If Professor McGonagall saw that guy just now, he would definitely be punished with a few days of detention."
"Hey, Vid! Look over there!"
Theo suddenly lowered his voice and pointed at the entrance of the hall with his fork.
Vid turned his head and saw Crabbe, Goyle, Noat, and others bowing their heads, quickly walking towards the Slytherin Long Table.
They hunched their backs as if bearing an invisible weight; countless disdainful and disgusted gazes pierced them like arrows. Even the Slytherin students kept their distance, with every part of them seemingly saying "Don’t come near me."
"I really don’t understand!" Michael sneered, stabbing his fork heavily into the pie on his plate. "How can those guys still stay in school? Their Death Eater fathers were caught right under everyone’s noses!"
Theo whispered, "My grandfather often says... Dumbledore’s weakness is being too forgiving to certain people."
"I don’t understand." Leian frowned: "Among the people captured, why wasn’t Malfoy’s father included?"
"They probably parted ways long ago?" Michael speculated: "Look at how they were ostracizing Malfoy before... If his father still held his previous status, they wouldn’t treat him like this."
The only one who knew the inside story, Vid, remained silent, just casting a distant glance at Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy sat alone at the end of the long table, his expression indifferent. When Goyle and the others cast hopeful glances for help, he raised his chin, revealing a mocking, pleased cold smile.
...
After lunch, Vid and Harry pushed aside their plates, said goodbye to their friends, and walked together towards the Headmaster’s Office.
"Is your body really fine?"
Only then did Harry ask with concern: "You slept for two full days... Madam Pomfrey said your magic power was severely overdrawn, which is very rare in minors."
Vid waved his hand and said, "I’m fine now. But you..."
His gaze skimmed over Harry’s forehead, asking, "After getting hit by the Killing Curse, have you felt anything... strange these two days?"
Harry touched the scar on his forehead, shook his head and said, "I feel great. And..."
He said with some perplexity, "Even the scar hasn’t hurt again. Dumbledore said... the scar shouldn’t hurt from now on."
"Isn’t that good?" Vid said simply.
"Dumbledore said the same thing, but..."
Harry said with some frustration: "When the scar hurt, I could sometimes see what Voldemort was doing... It was really useful at times, but now... I have a feeling I won’t be able to see it anymore..."
"Haven’t you heard a saying?" Vid said solemnly as they stepped onto the stairs: "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
"You mean..." Harry realized: "Through this scar, could Voldemort potentially see what I’m doing?"
— Watch him attend classes and do homework every day? What use is that?
"Not just that."
Vid said, "His magic power is stronger than yours, and he’s more experienced. If Voldemort realizes there’s some kind of connection between you, he might manipulate your actions, influence your thoughts, and turn you into his weapon unnoticed."
"That’s why... if you can sever the connection from now on, it would be a great thing."
Harry touched his forehead thoughtfully.
"But seriously," Vid glanced at him curiously and asked, "What happened when you got hit by the Killing Curse? Did you see the Nether River and the Ferryman?"
"No, I..." Harry said with a reminiscent expression, "It felt like I was at the Black Family’s place, but there wasn’t anyone else, just me in the house... But outside the window, there was a strange red-skinned kid crying..."
"And then?" Vid asked as if casually, "Did you go help him?"
Harry said speechlessly, "Do you think I’m that stupid? That weird thing, I certainly wouldn’t go near it! Besides, I was thinking at the time that Voldemort was definitely going to go after you next, and in a rush, I just wanted to leave the room quickly... Then suddenly I woke up, surrounded by poppets."
Vid’s footsteps suddenly paused slightly.
He believed Harry wasn’t lying; this was indeed something Harry would do.
But he was definitely hiding something.
Because Vid remembered, in the original story, when Harry was hit by the Killing Curse, he appeared in a place resembling King’s Cross Station and talked with Dumbledore for a long time before returning to his body and reviving.
And when he revived, he found that only a short period of time had passed since he was ’killed.’
If this time, Harry didn’t even stay in that mysterious space between life and death, his awakening should have been quicker, perhaps jumping up from the ground in the next second after falling.
However, in reality, he lay on the ground for a long time, only waking up when the battle was nearly over.
But Vid didn’t expose Harry, just smiled and said, "Thanks for thinking of me... but didn’t you consider? I might not necessarily die, but if you jump out, Voldemort will definitely want to kill you again."
Harry scratched his hair and said embarrassedly, "I didn’t think that much at the time."
Then, he took the initiative to talk about the reason for his ’resurrection’ which he hadn’t told others:
"Professor Dumbledore said, because Voldemort used my blood for his resurrection. It appears he also gained my mother’s protection, but actually, my mother’s talisman exists in both our bodies!"
"So... as long as he doesn’t die, I won’t die either. That’s why his Killing Curse didn’t kill me but severed the connection between us."
"Dumbledore said, these are all his guesses... but I think this is probably the truth..."
As he spoke, Harry couldn’t help but remember the scene at the time—
When Dumbledore explained, Sirius was inexplicably furious; he got angry, shouted, roared loudly, and smashed two of the Headmaster’s treasured silver instruments, while Lupin and Harry couldn’t stop him.
Until Dumbledore spoke softly to him, Sirius suddenly quieted down, with a look of wanting to believe but not daring to believe, like he was about to burst into tears with a "woof."
Recalling the scene, Harry felt amused yet vaguely puzzled.
He felt those two seemed to have hidden something very important from him, but Sirius refused to say more, only saying "It’s all over," leaving Harry helpless.
Then, he heard Vid ask: "So did you gain ’Killing Curse immunity’? As long as Voldemort is alive, he can ensure your survival."
"No, not like that." Harry said with a wry smile: "Dumbledore said, our kind of connection is unprecedented, completely untouched domain of magic, so everything is speculative and shouldn’t be taken as a foolproof Protective Talisman."
"Moreover..."
His smile dimmed slightly, eyes flashing with a complex emotion.
"Voldemort is not a fool, he won’t be stupid enough to use the same method to kill me a third time. Next time... I probably won’t have this kind of ’luck’ again."
