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"Dana, the way you eat... is really something."

Harry couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Dana was like a flag caught in the wind, fluttering beside the long table, practically lying down while eating.

"I don't want to either."

"What's wrong with you?"

"My magic went berserk again. I can't control the surging magic now."

Ron interjected in surprise, "Magic going berserk? Doesn't that only happen to eleven-year-old wizards?" Ron spoke as if he had left the age of ten far behind.

Dana shrugged. "I don't know either. But the professors think I'm dangerous like this, so they brought me back to Hogwarts."

Harry was a little confused. He didn't know what magic going berserk was, so he looked at Ron. Ron, as expected from his family background, although not fully understanding, could still explain a thing or two.

"It's indeed very dangerous. If a young wizard can't control their magic, and then their emotions are suppressed, they could very likely become an Obscurial—historically, almost no Obscurial has lived past the age of ten, so if Emrys can't control it, he might die."

Emotions suppressed.

Were Dana's emotions suppressed?

In Harry's opinion, Dana's emotions were clearly suppressed. It seemed that all the young wizards in Hogwarts were repelling him. In the few months since the start of school, only Hermione and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff were willing to talk to Dana.

Thinking of this, Harry felt a little guilty. He clearly prided himself on being Dana's good friend, but in his heart, Harry had ignored Dana's existence most of the time… When did this start?

Harry couldn't quite remember.

Dana floated around the courtyard for a short nap, and then Professor McGonagall called him for the afternoon's magic channeling. The old and the young were fighting fiercely on the lawn. Dana had to admire Professor McGonagall's abundant magic. She was so old and still able to engage in such high-density combat—she deserved to be the second strongest combatant in Hogwarts, after Dumbledore, or the third? Well, if nothing unexpected happened, she would be the second, because although Professor Flitwick was once a dueling champion, he should still be inferior to Professor McGonagall in terms of total magic power and Transfiguration skills.

As time went by, the frequency of Dana's spellcasting became faster and faster. He could even cast many spells silently—this could only be done after the proficiency and understanding of spells reached a certain level. Professor McGonagall continued to guide Dana to release his magic wantonly while secretly marveling in her heart—this child's talent was too amazing, his comprehension of magic was simply unheard of!

And there were also two people who had the same idea. No, to be precise, it was one and seven-eighths people. A bald head plus another bald head's face.

Professor Quirinus Quirrell stood by a window in Ravenclaw Tower, quietly watching the two little people in the distance using magic to fight each other, all kinds of animals fighting around them, it was quite lively. Now was the Christmas holiday, almost all the young wizards in Ravenclaw had gone home, and the few remaining were huddled in their dormitories reading—or dating, so no one would be wandering around in this tower.

So Quirinus Quirrell could chat with his master without any scruples.

"Master, that Dana Emrys is so powerful, if he is always by Harry Potter's side, I won't be able to deal with Harry Potter…"

"Don't forget your main task, Quirinus," a sharp, rough voice sounded behind Quirrell's head. "Finding the Philosopher's Stone is what you should be focusing on. Harry Potter..." The voice paused. "At least at this stage, he is not important."

"Yes, Master, you are right. But I heard that Emrys has a good relationship with Harry Potter, and Harry Potter has also been investigating the end of the fourth-floor corridor these days… I'm afraid, I'm afraid that Emrys and Harry Potter will get involved, which will affect our actions."

"Hmph, how could I have found such a waste like you! You're even afraid of an underage wizard!"

Quirrell swallowed and took another look at the lawn—Dana was throwing an Exploding Charm, which was deflected by Professor McGonagall and flew to the distant wall, blasting a hole in the thick wall of Hogwarts.

Quirrell shuddered. To fight such a little monster?

"Coward!" Voldemort's remnant soul said angrily. "With me here, what is there to be afraid of?"

Quirrell didn't dare to answer—the master's strength was indeed strong, but Quirrell knew how much he himself weighed. If the master wanted to use his body to face Dana Emrys, he was afraid that he would be overdrawn very quickly.

The last time he dealt with the three-headed dog in the room on the fourth-floor corridor, the master used his body once. Although he retreated completely, he felt that his body was slowly collapsing.

"Alright, don't worry," Voldemort seemed to calm down. "That child might be able to become our help."

"Help?"

As soon as he heard that he didn't have to face Emrys, Quirrell immediately relaxed.

"That's right, his potential makes him destined not to be content with mediocrity, and his bloodline is also very pure, the Avery family and an Emrys…" Voldemort was silent for a while, and then said, "He is ostracized by the students, and his situation is not good. Dumbledore foolishly thinks that it will be good to have the professors take care of him, but in fact, this is Dumbledore's old problem, he simply doesn't know how to win the hearts of young wizards! A child like Dana Emrys must be full of hatred in his heart—the hatred of being wronged, the hatred of being tortured in Azkaban for four years, the hatred of being hostile to his peers… As long as he is guided slightly, he will become a sharp knife for my use! He was born to be a Death Eater!"

Quirrell listened blankly. It seemed that the master who could see through people's hearts when they first met had returned.

"But Master, Dana Emrys seems to have a deep hatred for the Avery family, if in the future…"

"Fool! You haven't even done well in the present, and you're already thinking about the future?"

Quirrell immediately cowered like a quail, not daring to speak.

"Remember, this is an Emrys! If necessary, sacrificing an incompetent family is not a problem!"

"Yes!"

"Hmph, to send an Emrys to Azkaban for the sake of a Goyle Avery, Oliver Avery is also muddled!"

"Master, why do you value Emrys so much?"

Voldemort snorted coldly. "Don't you know who the Emrys in the mouths of the Druids is?"

"Merlin?"

Dana tossed around for another afternoon, and finally, he could stand on his tiptoes. It was effective, but it didn't completely solve the problem, so he had to keep practicing tomorrow.

The way he hurried on his tiptoes was like a ballet dancer, which made the usually serious Professor McGonagall laugh.

Back in the dormitory, Dana didn't lie down. He tried to control the huge magic power in his body, repeatedly kneading a piece of parchment. Originally, every spell would be cast at full power, but now he could at least control it to 50 or 60 percent.

He was adapting to the magic alone, until late at night, but he didn't notice that a young wizard downstairs was quietly sneaking out of the common room wearing an Invisibility Cloak.

The Mirror of Erised was still there.

A line of inscriptions was carved on the top of the mirror: "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak, staring blankly at his parents smiling at him in the mirror, the smile on his face was heartbreaking.

"So—you've come again, Harry?"

A voice startled Harry. He quickly turned around, but saw Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you, sir."

"As in the original story, Dumbledore spoke to Harry about the Mirror of Erised. But this time, there was a difference."

"Harry, although what the Mirror of Erised reflects is false, it can make people happy—so why don't you bring Dana over to see this mirror and make him happy?"

"Oh, yes, you are so right!"

"Of course, only for tonight. Don't be addicted to the mirror anymore. Promise me, child."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore."

End of the Chapter.

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