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  "Harry, Harry, are you okay?" A familiar voice emerged in his ears, bringing Harry’s consciousness back to reality.

  Harry struggled to open his eyes, his vision still somewhat blurry. It took a while for his sight to gradually return to normal. An elderly woman, with deep wrinkles around her eyes and gray hair, appeared in front of him.

  Harry felt his mind was a mess, and it took him a moment to realize he recognized the old woman in front of him. She was Mrs. Figg, who lived two blocks away.

  She was an eccentric elderly woman who rarely interacted with the neighbors. However, most of the children in the neighborhood knew of her existence because she had three very clever cats at home.

  Dudley had once wanted a cat because he saw how intelligent they were. But later, when relatives came to visit him with some cats, those furry, silly, and cute creatures made Dudley give up the idea of owning a cat.

  "Mrs. Figg..." Harry blinked. He felt dizzy, and his thoughts were still a little slow. It took him a moment to realize he was lying in the street, surrounded by seven or eight people watching the commotion.

  "What... happened to me?" Harry asked hesitantly. His mind was in disarray, and he couldn't remember what had happened.

  "I wanted to ask you something. I just saw you fall suddenly to the ground, and your whole body was shaking," Mrs. Figg looked at him strangely. "Can you get up on your own? I can’t help you."

  "It’s okay," Harry tried. Although his body and limbs were very weak, he could still move. With some effort, Harry managed to sit up.

  The people around him saw he seemed fine and thought there was nothing exciting to watch, so they dispersed. In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Figg was the only one left.

  "Harry, what happened to you? Were you attacked by some magic?" Mrs. Figg suddenly lowered her voice. "Just now, I saw your body appear to blur, like it was enveloped in mist. I clearly saw your position, but in the blink of an eye, it felt like I forgot about you. I suspect a Confundus Charm was cast around you at that moment."

  Harry: "???"

  He was familiar with the Confundus Charm, a very sophisticated magic with both high and low limits. It was difficult to learn, but its results were excellent. If a skilled wizard cast the Confundus Charm on themselves, they could even walk down the street wearing a strange wizard’s outfit without being noticed by anyone.

  Moreover, some wizarding strongholds in busy cities, like the Leaky Cauldron and Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station, were surrounded by very sophisticated Confundus Charms to make Muggles ignore their existence.

  But how did Mrs. Figg know?

  Harry stared blankly at Mrs. Figg and opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything.

  "I thought you would be smarter. After all, James and Lily were so clever." Mrs. Figg looked at Harry with some disdain. "It was Dumbledore who asked me to live nearby to make sure you wouldn’t run into trouble here."

  "Ah?" Harry suddenly realized. He wondered if Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic had people stationed nearby, but he hadn’t seen any. Unexpectedly, not only was someone there, but it was Mrs. Figg, someone he had known for a long time.

  Now that he thought about it, could her cat be a magical creature? Like a Kneazle or something like that? If that’s the case, it’s no wonder the cat is so intelligent.

  "What are you thinking about?" Mrs. Figg seemed slightly displeased. She noticed Harry was clearly distracted. "Did you find something wrong?"

  "I... I can’t remember." Harry hesitated as he rubbed his head. "Let me think... let me think..."

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  He held his head, trying to recall what had happened earlier.

  He seemed to have been walking around, trying to see if there were other wizards nearby, and bought an ice cream. He turned his head, and the ice cream fell beside his hand. Even with the warm weather in late June, it hadn’t completely melted.

  Harry suddenly realized that the memory after that seemed very vague.

  There seemed to be just a shadowy figure. But he couldn’t remember any specific details. The next thing he remembered was being woken up by Mrs. Figg.

  "I... I don’t know either. There’s part of my memory that became really unclear... It seems like there was... a dark figure, but it’s really blurry. I’m not sure if I actually saw it or if it’s just my imagination after I fainted..."

  Harry felt a bit hesitant and confused. The dark figure seemed very important, but he couldn’t remember anything more.

  "Do you want me to contact Dumbledore?" Mrs. Figg frowned slightly when she saw Harry’s appearance. "You fainted suddenly, and he might have some ideas."

  "No... no need!" Harry felt a bit embarrassed. He felt his strength had returned to his body, and the earlier sensation of weakness had disappeared. "I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my body. I don’t need to bother Dumbledore, right?"

  "Then I’ll respect your decision." Mrs. Figg stood up with the help of a cane. "In that case, I’ll leave first."

  After a while, he looked at the ice cream beside him. This time, it had almost melted, and a large chunk dripped down.

  Pursing his lips, Harry stood up and staggered toward his house.

  He wasn’t really telling Mrs. Figg the whole truth, at least not the whole truth. The dark figure was indeed very vague in his memory, so much so that he couldn’t even remember what the person looked like.

  But one sentence remained deeply etched in his mind, very clearly: "Don’t look directly at God."

  Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about it.

  The first time he used his magical senses to spy on Professor Flitwick, he felt dizzy and his vision went blank. Later, when he spied on Professor McGonagall and Snape, although he no longer felt that sensation, when he saw the powerful magical flame, he still felt a very strong and dazzling sensation.

  Now, he tried using his magical sense to look at the man in black, and then he was knocked down immediately, and that memory became blurry.

  Thinking about it, the man in black must be a very, very powerful person. However, Harry had no idea how serious the fall had been. But, God?

  Harry wasn’t very convinced.

  Wizards don’t believe in gods. At least, from what Harry had learned at Hogwarts, the current wizarding system doesn’t believe in gods.

  Some large books about the history of magic mentioned that ancient wizards believed in gods. However, it was later discovered that whether or not one believed in gods didn’t affect a wizard’s ability to acquire magical powers.

  Under such circumstances, wizards naturally lost their admiration and faith in gods. To this day, at least in Europe, wizards do not believe in gods. Egypt is probably the only country that still maintains belief in gods and is widely known for it.

  Egypt still maintains a large amount of ancient wizardry, and much of this magic is related to the gods.

  But even in Egypt, there are now more wizards using modern magic. For example, Ron’s older brother, Bill Weasley, worked as a curse breaker at Gringotts in Egypt.

  Maybe he’s an extremely powerful wizard who likes to brag? Or maybe he used some magic to knock himself unconscious and then altered his memory?

  That seemed very likely, as Harry had seen descriptions of memory-modifying magic in many books. The magical world might be hidden in the world of ordinary people, and this magic plays an indispensable role.

  Harry’s suspicion continued through that night.

  That evening, after playing with Dudley for a long time, Harry dragged his tired body to bed, but didn’t fall asleep immediately. Instead, he entered meditation and arrived at that pure white world.

  Magic couldn’t be used outside of Hogwarts, or it would trigger the laws of the magical world and the wizard would be punished.

  But Harry had already tried this before, and the meditation didn’t seem to have any effect. This was great. Although the effect of meditation wasn’t as strong outside Hogwarts, it still slightly increased magical power. As for improving mental strength, it was no different from Hogwarts.

  Harry had been fantasizing that after a few holidays, he would be able to meditate deeply, and his magic and mental strength would far surpass those of his classmates.

  However, after entering the white room, Harry realized something was wrong.

  The little monster under the table, now Harry suspected it was somehow related to Voldemort, because when he looked at it, he could clearly feel that the monster was uneasy.

  In the past, when Harry entered the spiritual world, although the little monster was trapped under the table and couldn’t escape, it always smiled at Harry and let out silent growls. However, today, it seemed like it had encountered something terrifying. It curled up in the innermost part and could even be seen trembling.

  "What’s going on?"

  Harry was a little confused.

  "Hey, you really know how to have fun." A voice sounded behind him.

  Harry jumped and turned around suddenly, only to see the dark-haired man sitting cross-legged on the white bed in the white room, looking at Harry with a playful expression.

  In pure black, he looked so out of place in the entirely white environment.

  When he saw Harry looking at him, he flashed a smile that was obviously very handsome, but Harry felt it was very sinister. "Hello again.”

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