Chapter 185: Peaceful Days
On the sixth floor of Hogwarts, inside an unused and mostly forgotten classroom, Harry's words made Ron and Draco hold their breath.
"Wait—did I hear you right?" Ron stammered. "You're a prophet now?"
"This is the Third Eye!" Draco added dramatically.
"But seriously, how does dreaming work like that?" Ron asked once he'd recovered his composure.
"Ron," Harry said, exasperated, "did you listen to what I just said? The important part isn't whether I have some rubbish 'Third Eye'—it's that there's a powerful wizard trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"
"Maybe that guy with the silver-white eyes is Voldemort's true form," Ron joked, half-grinning.
Outside the window, Ryan—perched under a charm of invisibility and eavesdropping with increasing irritation—grimaced. What the hell?! Did he really look like Voldemort in that dream? Ugly Voldemort?! He gritted his teeth. Just wait, Ron. You'll pay for that one day.
"No," Harry shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. I once dreamed about my parents disappearing in a flash of green light—and there was laughter, high-pitched and horrible. That voice didn't match the one in this dream."
Draco hesitated, then spoke. "My father once told me that back during my grandfather's time, Voldemort was actually considered handsome. But something happened later—his face was burned or twisted somehow. He ended up looking like melted wax… all warped and wrong. His eyes, too. Not normal. They turned red—like they were filled with blood."
"Then who was that wizard in your dream?" Ron asked, puzzled. "Where did someone like that even come from?"
"There are wizards with unusual gifts," Draco mused. "Like a cousin of mine who can change her appearance and hair at will. Maybe the wizard you saw just has a strange voice."
"Lu Wei—the three-headed dog—falls asleep to music," Ron pointed out. "Maybe that wizard's voice sounded like music to it?"
"Or maybe he cast some spell before speaking," Draco said excitedly. "You didn't see what happened before the dog fell asleep, right?"
"I think you're both reaching," Ron muttered. "Honestly, maybe this isn't about Voldemort at all. That guy in the dream could just be someone really good with animals. Or it's Dumbledore testing us. Maybe he wants you to think it's Voldemort, but it's actually just some pathetic adult wizard causing trouble."
He looked rather proud of his reasoning.
Harry didn't look convinced. "No… that wizard was powerful. I could feel it. He could see me—even inside the dream. That's not something a weak wizard can do."
"Harry," Ron said more gently, "maybe you're just overthinking things. You've had a stressful year. Quidditch, classes, that whole mess in the Forbidden Forest…"
"As much as I dislike Malfoy, he might have a point," Ron added grudgingly. "This might all just be stress."
Days passed, and for a while, things seemed to settle. Professor Quirrell didn't suddenly disappear, and no cryptic message arrived from Dumbledore. It was as though Harry's dream had been just that—a dream.
With Quidditch training resuming and final exams approaching, Harry found himself too busy to dwell on it.
He had considered whether the silver-eyed wizard was Ryan. Given Ryan's strength, changing appearances wouldn't be hard.
But his gut told him it wasn't Ryan. It was someone he'd never seen before.
What Harry didn't know was that his instincts had been wrong—because Ryan was using a completely separate magical identity. The illusion created by the Phantom Body of the Moon wasn't just a disguise. It was an entirely new magical persona, immune even to the detection of Level 7 wizards.
When Ryan realized Harry might've absorbed some of his traits, he spent some time "reflecting."
Back then, Ryan was still technically a Peverell. When he transferred a trace of his power into Harry, the connection between two Peverell bloodlines triggered an odd magical reaction—an effect still unknown to magical theory.
That tiny spark of Ryan's magic had temporarily awakened a latent power in Harry: the ability to link with spells and perceive them in dreams. That dream… wasn't prophecy. It was Ryan's own subconscious power echoing through Harry like a ripple across a pond.
The dream would never happen again. The connection had already faded.
Still, Ryan was surprised by how events diverged from what he remembered. For instance, Quirrell had begun drinking unicorn blood two months earlier than expected. But the plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone seemed to be on the same schedule.
One new development, however, was the upcoming Wizengamot Gathering—an event that occurred once every eight years.
The Wizengamot, established long before the Ministry of Magic, served as both wizarding court and council. Every member was an influential and respected figure in the magical world.
And its current head? Albus Dumbledore.
No wonder Voldemort and Quirrell planned their move at the end of the school year—when Dumbledore would be forced to leave Hogwarts to attend the gathering.
Still, Ryan suspected Dumbledore chose to delay his departure. Maybe he wanted to extract one last bit of usefulness from Quirrell. According to his calculations, Dumbledore would leave Hogwarts the Wednesday after exams, right after grading papers.
Classic Dumbledore, Ryan thought. If he ever opened a business, he'd probably invent 996 work culture.
On the original timeline, Dumbledore received an urgent owl earlier than expected and left Hogwarts just hours before the Stone was attacked. That had likely been Voldemort's backup plan—buying more time.
Meanwhile, Ryan observed his first wizarding final exams… and the creative cheating methods that came with them.
Cheating in the wizarding world fell into two categories: before the exam and during the exam.
Before exams, the most common aids were intelligence potions and dragon claw powder.
The former enhanced focus and clarity—similar to Ryan's pet hamster Dr. Flywheel, who once had a passive skill called "Mental Zoom." The latter temporarily boosted memory for a few hours. Of course, every year someone got duped into buying dried pixie dung disguised as dragon claw powder.
During the exams, all sorts of magical tools came into play: self-answering quills, memory orbs, clip-on cheat cuffs, and self-correcting ink.
To combat this, professors issued standardized exam quills and heavily enchanted test papers, layered with detection and anti-cheating spells.
The wizarding world's academic creativity… was truly eye-opening.
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