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  Harry’s high fever sted for three full days, but finally, on the m of the fourth day, his temperature dropped.

  This brought a slight sense of relief to the young doctor from the unity hospital. He was uhirty, inexperienced, and had been assigned here due to his limited skills. Even so, he could sehat the two guardians standing by the boy’s bedside, o and the other much shorter, were not in a good mood. In fact, despite Harry’s fever breaking and the danger passing, both still looked deeply unhappy.

  The Dursleys were unhappy. Of course they were.

  Harry’s sudden high fever had armed them. Though they had tless pints about his parents, whom they preferred not to mention, they didn’t dare be too harsh on the boy.

  God only knew what would happen if somethi wrong with him. His kind, those dreadful, unnatural people, would surely e looking for answers. The st thing the Dursleys wanted was any form of tact with them. Unless, of course, it was to take the boy aermaly.

  The only silver lining was that the child rarely got sick. In fact, since he had e to live with them, this was the first time.

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  When Harry woke up again, his eyes were filled with fusion.

  It felt as though he had been dreaming for a very long time.

  In his dream, he had met an old man with an incredibly long white beard.

  The old man had been terrifying, he had chased after Harry, f him to run and run. But in the end, the old man couldn’t catch him. Exhausted, he colpsed onto the ground, and then, before Harry’s eyes, he dissolved into tless silver-white specks of light.

  And then, Harry had woken up.

  As he looked around the room, a strange feeling washed over him. The entire world seemed different.

  At that moment, Harry’s mind was flooded with unfamiliar knowledge, as if the old man from his dream had left something behind.

  It wasn’t that Harry had never had dreams before, he had, but they always faded from his memory the moment he woke up. This time was different. He could recall everything with perfect crity. He even remembered every wrinkle on the old man’s stern face.

  And more than that, the knowledge from the dream felt real, as though it had been carved into his mind.

  The old man’s name was Neil. He was a sorcerer from the Aegean ti. And apparently, he had been quite powerful. He had been assassinated, but his soul had been to to vanish immediately. Instead, it was swept into a rift of time and space, eventually drifting into this world, into Harry’s mind, or perhaps even deeper, into his very soul.

  Neil had inally po devour Harry’s soul and take over his body. However, after being weakened by the turbulence of space-time, he had failed. Instead, the struggle had ed what little remained of his energy, and in the end, his soul had dissipated entirely, leaving behind only scattered memories and vast amounts of knowledge.

  "How could I have su absurd dream if it feels so real?" thought Harry.

  Then.

  "……%%&……&……&%……"

  Harry raised his hand and muttered a string of strange sylbles. It art of the knowledge he had gained from the dream, a spell. If it worked, it was supposed to summon a fireball.

  His target? Dudley’s baseball bat.

  But nothing happened.

  "How foolish of me to believe in dream nonsense." Harry pouted and shook his head.

  Ahe very moment!

  "Snap!"

  A tiny spark flickered in the palm of his hand. It was faint, like the small electric sparks from a lighter flint. Easy to miss.

  But Harry had been looking at his hand, mid-pint, so he saw it.

  "What was that?" Harry blinked in disbelief. "Did I… just do that? Could the things I dreamed about actually be real?"

  He tried again.

  Nothing.

  He waited.

  Still nothing.

  "Maybe I imagi." thought Harry.

  Harry pursed his lips in frustration, but then, suddenly, an overwhelming fatigue crashed over him. His limbs felt heavy, his head spun, and before he could resist, he colpsed backward onto the bed. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his head.

  Excessive ption of mental and magical energy.

  The phrase surfaced in his mind. Among the fragments of knowledge left by Neil, there was a description of this exact dition. And there was a solution to it.

  Meditation.

  A clear instru appeared in his thoughts.

  Without questioning it, Harry followed the guidance, closing his eyes and imagining a peculiar symbol in his mind. Ohe image became vivid, he attempted to ge its color, just as the instrus dictated.

  It wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Just f the symbol clearly in his mind took time, and making it ge color was even harder. It remaiubbornly multicolored instead of turning into a solid hue. trolling the shift was nearly impossible.

  But Harry didn’t give up.

  After what felt like ay, he finally succeeded.

  And as the symbol in his mind solidified, the pierg headache vanished. Not only that, but Harry felt sharper.

  It was a subtle shift. He couldn’t suddenly hear Auunia and Uncle Vernon’s voices downstairs, nor could he sense air currents or anything dramatic like that. But something was different.

  Harry got out of bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. A thin yer of dust and scattered debris floated around him, this room had once been Dudley’s toy ste, and Auunia rarely bothered to it. Harry had only been moved here when the Dursleys decided they couldn’t stand having him around any longer.

  That didn’t mean Harry himself articurly tidy, either.

  Trag a stratern on the floor with his fingers, he whispered a series of unfamiliar sylbles under his breath.

  For a sed, nothing happened.

  Two seds. Still nothing.

  Three seds passed. No ge.

  "Why isn’t it w again?" Harry frowned. "Were the memories from the dream real? The sparks, the headache, and that so-called meditation teique were all illusions?"

  Just as fusion started creeping in, the pattern on the floor suddenly glowed.

  A moment ter, a tiny ball of water, ner thaip of a thumb, appeared above the symbol.

  It hovered silently in midair.

  "Ah!" Harry gasped, startled. In his shock, his hand brushed against the drawn pattern, actally smudging part of it.

  The small water sphere lost its support and plummeted, spshing onto the dusty floor and dampening a tiny patch.

  "It 's real! Everything from the dream, it was real!" Harry’s eyes lit up.

  "Magic. It’s real. Magic actually exists in this world!"

  The pattern he had drawn on the floor, acc to the memories from his dream, was something called a magic circle.

  Though, if Old Neil’s knowledge was correct, this particur spell was supposed to summon a water dragon. Instead, all Harry had managed was a droplet smaller than a marble.

  But still, the water had appeared from nowhere.

  So why wasn’t it w as intended?

  Was it his fault? Or was it because this wasn’t the world called Aegean?

  Harry delved into the fragments of knowledge lingering in his mind.

  The information was messy and scattered. Judging by the fragmented, chaotic memories left behind by Old Neil, it was likely that the sorcerer’s soul had suffered severe trauma when it was torn through the turbulence of space-time.

  The sensation of recalling these memories was unlike remembering his own past. Instead, it felt as if his mind tained tless books, books without covers. He had to open them one by oo discover their tents.

  But once he opened a book, he instantly grasped its general knowledge.

  It was an exhirating feeling, so much so that Harry found himself immersed in it, uo stop.

  Finally, a particur piece of information caught his attention.

  Elemental iy.

  Elements, ical elements,were the foundation of all magic. When absorbed and stored within a person, they became magical powers.

  The world of Aegean was ri these elements. Sorcerers there wielded their own magic power to manipute nature’s elements, creatiraordinarily powerful spells.

  But Aegean sorcerers had also discovered that in some pces, pnes, as they called them, the elements were sparse. One such pce, which they referred to as the Astral Pne, tained almost no magical energy at all.

  Harry couldn’t find any refereo an Astral Pne in his ied knowledge, but he began to wonder.

  Could Earth be one of these magic-starved worlds?

  He had no way to firm it. At least, nht now.

  "If that’s the case, then no wonder my magi’t w the way it should." thought Harry.

  Earth was likely a world with very few magical elements. Without enough magi the air, and with his own power still weak, his spells couldn’t ma properly.

  "What a shame."

  Harry sighed in disappoi. At the same time, ahought crossed his mind.

  "Were there ic users in this world?"

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  "I want Harry’s room!" Dudley whined loudly over dinner. "I want to put my TV and game sole in there! Harry ’t live there anymore!"

  "Well..." Uncle Vernoated, clearly annoyed. Harry’s illness had cost him a siderable amount of mohough the Dursleys were retively well-off, medical care in the UK was expensive, especially when you needed a doctor to visit your home. Public hospitals were cheaper, but getting an appoi could take at least two months.

  "Harry’s already staying there. Where else do you expect him to sleep?" Vernon grumbled. "I don’t want him in the living room. He’d just get in the way of the telly."

  "Put him in the cupboard!" Dudley shouted. "He’s so sy anyway, looks like a rat!"

  "That’s…" Vernoated. "That wouldn’t be right, would it?"

  Child abuse was a serious crime in the UK, and f a minor to live in a cupboard would undoubtedly fall uhat category.

  "There’s nothing wrong with it." Petunia scoffed. She, of all people, Harry’s own blood retive, was the first to dismiss the . "As Dudley said, he’s thin enough, isn’t he?"

  Harry was seriously ill, but the people who should have been worried, his mother's kind, didn't show up.

  Petunia was starting to think they had fotten about the boy.

  Harry, watg her closely, found himself uled.

  Not because of her words. That kind of cruelty was nothing new. What uled him was the fact that, for the first time, he could see her emotions.

  He could read them.

  There was disgust.

  There was hatred.

  And there was, jealousy?

  Harry shook his head, pushing the thought aside. He had more pressing s.

  He wasn’t going to live in a cupboard.

  No matter how thin he was.

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