There was a sudden voice erupted in the chamber,"Congratulations,my friend.My task was just to bring you here in the chamber now it is completed and goodbye,I hope you will find the answers to your questions."
Yes this was the voice of Ivan.Harry couldn't process what was going on ,the new friend he made yesterday who was standing near him a moment ago is now disappeared in the void and his voice is lingering in the chamber.He tried to calm himself but his breath was uneven. The oppressive void was gone, but the weight of what he had seen still lingered. His limbs felt heavy, as if the remnants of that trial still clung to him.
Across the chamber, the ancient runes pulsed once before fading. Silence filled the space. The air was thick with magic, but nothing moved.
"Was that... a test?" Harry thought, steadying himself. It had felt too real to be just an illusion. The entity that had spoken—it wasn't just some leftover magic. Something had been watching him.
His fingers curled into fists.
He hated being watched.
A cold sensation crawled up his spine, and he turned sharply. Someone—or something—was still here. The chamber was empty, but the shadows in the corners twisted unnaturally, as if shifting in response to his presence.
"You think you are free?" The voice returned, softer now, yet more unsettling.
Harry stiffened. His magic surged instinctively, but there was no target, no clear threat.
"Chains you do not see still bind you."
Harry's jaw tightened. "I've broken every chain that's tried to hold me."
A low chuckle. Not mocking, but knowing.
"Not every chain is made of iron."
The temperature dropped. Harry's breath misted in the air. A cold, unnatural sensation wrapped around his wrists—not physical, but something deeper, something buried within him.
A vision struck him without warning.
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Flashes. A darkened room. A figure standing over him. Chains, invisible yet unbreakable. Magic pulsing, but restrained. A whisper in his ear—"Not yet."
—
Harry gasped, stumbling backward as the vision faded. His pulse hammered. He hadn't just seen something—he had remembered something.
His past? No. That wasn't his memory.
But it was connected to him.
The shadows shifted again, retreating this time, dissolving into the chamber's walls. Whatever had spoken, whatever had touched his mind, was gone.
For now.
Harry exhaled sharply. He didn't like this. He didn't like mysteries, and he especially didn't like the idea that something had its grip on him without his knowledge.
But he wasn't the same as before.
He had walked through fire. He had faced death and darkness. And he had won.
So whatever was waiting in the unseen corners of his fate—he would be ready.