章 23: Out of Control
[A boy with pale skin and blond hair led two stout boys, his face looked like it had the word arrogance written on it.
Harry rarely judged anyone by appearance, but seeing them, he frowned. However, he quickly returned to his calm expression. Well, let's see what they want. The pale boy spoke first, in an elegant tone:
"I heard that Harry Potter is in this compartment. I am Draco Malfoy. These are Crabbe and Goyle."
Upon hearing Draco's polite introduction, Ron couldn't hold back a snicker.
Anyone unfamiliar with the Malfoys might think they were all polite like that. The laugh made Draco's face freeze, and he gave Ron a sharp look and noticed his red hair.
"Red hair... You must be one of the Weasleys. My father said that your family shouldn't have more children than it can support. And you two… a crybaby from the Longbottom family and a Mudblood. Harry, you should choose your friends better. How about someone like me?"
Draco smiled, extending his hand to Harry with an air of superiority, as if being his friend was an honor he couldn't refuse.
But Draco did not notice the subtle glint in Harry's emerald eyes. Without saying a word, Harry remained silent as a wave of invisible magical power began to form around him.
While Draco awaited a response, he suddenly felt as if a mountain had been placed on his shoulders. His knees buckled, and he and his two followers fell to the ground with a muffled thud.
Terrified, Draco tried to scream for help, but his tie transformed into a loop that, in an instant, completely covered his mouth and that of his companions.
Harry then looked at Draco with an unusual coldness. His eyes were like those of a venomous snake, and his voice was as cold as ice.
"I know the Malfoy family well. You boast of your 'purity,' but the rise of the Malfoys actually happened through alliances with powerful Muggles, manipulating them as pawns. You followed ministers, bankers, and nobles, pretending disdain while sucking up their power to grow in the shadows."
"Normally, I wouldn't care. Everything is merely a power play. But who gave you the courage to talk to my friends like that? Was it your father, Lucius? A former Death Eater who claimed to be under the Imperius Curse to escape Azkaban?"
As Harry spoke, his magical pressure intensified, and the pressure on Draco and his group increased. At one point, his lightning-shaped scar emitted a faint green light, seemed to announce an order of death.
As Draco and his henchmen were about to faint, Hermione noticed something was wrong and rushed to Harry, desperately tugging at his clothes.
"Harry! You can't do this! If you're caught, you could be expelled or even sent to Azkaban!"
Feeling Hermione's touch, Harry's snakelike gaze disappeared, and he resumed his emerald eyes, with cold sweat running down his forehead.
What had happened? Harry realized that if Hermione hadn't stopped him, he might have done something unimaginable.
Harry reflected on how his mind seemed to have lost control for a moment, as if a strong murderous intent had emerged from somewhere deep... perhaps even from his soul!
He looked at Draco's group, still kneeling on the floor, and controlled the wind element to lift them, applying a "Nauseam Expello" to ease the nausea caused by the magical pressure.
"I don't want to hear anything about what happened today during my years at Hogwarts. I believe I was clear... What are you still doing here!?"
As if they had been forgiven for their sins by a demon, Draco and his group fled quickly, carefully closing the door to avoid irritating the "great demon."
The two boys in the cabin looked at Harry with a mixture of worry and fear.
They really pondered following Malfoy and running away, but seeing Hermione beside Harry, concerned, they suppressed their fear and remained silent.
Hermione approached Harry with a handkerchief she had taken from her luggage, wiping away the sweat running down his face. With anguish, she asked:
"What happened? Do you need me to call an adult to check if you're alright?"
"Don't worry, it's just temporary. I'm already feeling better now."
Harry smiled with difficulty, but if he was truly well, only he knew. His mind was now whirling, trying to understand the reason for losing control of his emotions and magic.]
But Harry didn't know that what he had done caused quite a stir in the wizarding world.
Young witches already had stars in their eyes, thinking about how imposing Harry had been in that moment, and unusual ideas flashed quickly through their minds.
The young wizards were astonished by Harry's strength. To make an opponent kneel with a single look, without casting any spell? That seemed like the height of masculinity to them!
But the adult wizards focused on something truly important: Harry's scar that had glowed with an emerald light. Any respectable wizard could guess its origin with a quick thought.
The Killing Curse of Voldemort!
Harry Potter: "How strange... I don't remember ever losing control of my emotions… well, not this much..."
Filius Flitwick: "It's a very special case. Maybe this only applies to Harry Black."
Minerva McGonagall: "Could this be the consequence of being hit by the Killing Curse and surviving?"
James Potter: "How nice it would be if the person in question dared to show their face."
Gellert Grindelwald: "I was suppressing my doubts, but since both the living and the dead can view the curtain of light, why hasn't the much-talked-about Voldemort shown his face by now?"
Rufus Scrimgeour: "Who's to say this guy isn't seriously injured from his own curse backfiring? Didn't you see the example of the Longbottoms?"
With Rufus's words, everyone realized that Alice and Frank Longbottom had not spoken yet. After all, they knew that only wizards in sound condition could access the communication room.
Everyone had long realized that those who held high positions in the magical world and had connections could basically have permission to speak, but in the case of the Longbottoms, everyone knew that Alice and Frank were permanently hospitalized at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
They had been tortured to insanity with the Cruciatus Curse by Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Barty Crouch Jr. The torture caused irreversible damage to Alice and Frank's minds.
As a result, they both lost the ability to recognize Neville and other family members and live in a state of total confusion and disconnection from reality.
In The Order of the Phoenix, Alice Longbottom is shown giving Neville a candy wrapper, her only gesture of affection, which he understands as an attempt to reconnect.
Suddenly, everyone wondered: Could it be that Voldemort was severely injured by the adverse reaction of the Killing Curse, and for this reason, he couldn't even speak in the communication group?
Thinking about this, some people couldn't help but lift the corners of their mouths, smiling happily.
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