Chapter 9: The Dead Who Cannot Rest

The rural scenery flying past the window gradually became more and more desolate. The flat fields disappeared, replaced by dense forests, winding rivers, and deep green hills.

"So, you are from the Celestial Empire?" In the chattering chat of the children, Harry realized that Zhang Qiu came from a country he had almost never heard of.

"That's right, but I have been living in England, and only go back during the holidays." Zhang Qiu's English was fluent, not like a foreigner, and her accent was also very pure, "Master said, this is a tempering for me. Especially, he hopes I can meet some 'Children of Destiny' here."

"Does that mean lucky people?" Harry asked.

"No, to be precise, it refers to those who appear in the divination results, for example, Mr. Wei Silai."

"Is that so? Perhaps I am basking in the reflected glory of Harry Potter." Luo En was somewhat surprised; he had never felt that he had anything special about him. "How lucky, to be able to appear in someone else's prophecy."

"That's not all." Zhang Qiu said, "I have a batch document about your destiny here. As far as I can understand, it seems that you will lose Ban Ban in the third grade, and become a prefect in the fifth grade. As for this year, this year you will win a very important game of Wizard's Chess."

"Do you know Ban Ban?" Ron took out his pet rat surprisingly. Its gray fur hung listlessly on its body. Looking at it, it perhaps only had a year or two of life left. This rat had been in the Wei Silai family for a long time.

"Oh a rat!" Zhang Qiu didn't seem to like rats, "I thought Ban Ban was a little dog."

"Prefect is nothing rare, several of my brothers have been prefects." Ron said helplessly, "Oh right, Fred taught me a spell yesterday, perhaps it can make Ban Ban look a bit more spirited."

"Let's try, cough cough." He raised his wand, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow."

Nothing happened.

Harry couldn't help but ask: "I see the spells in the book are all very short, why is your spell so long?"

Zhang Qiu said: "The longer the spell, the more powerful it is. I suspect this spell will turn the rat into the yellow that viewers like, rather than just simple yellow. As for why it doesn't work... I suspect you didn't prepare daisies and butter as casting materials."

Seeing the surprised and admiring expressions of the two, Zhang Qiu couldn't help but show off: "I learned seven secret spells from Master. Although one is longer than the other, the effect is more powerful than the other, and no materials are needed. For example, the first spell, Xian Sha Huan Hun Lu, can summon the souls of deceased relatives and friends, and the seventh, Zheng Yi Jiang Sheng Wei Meng Lu, is even more..."

"Wait, you said, you can summon the souls of deceased relatives and friends!" Harry interrupted her eagerly, "Oh sorry, I mean, can you try it on me, I really want to see my parents!"

"Ah, I can't guarantee that." Zhang Qiu hesitated, "The dead summoned by this spell are random, however, they are usually the most recent deaths, so most of the time they can summon back relatives and friends who just died."

"Hey, it's just a soul anyway." Ron said, "Try it, even if it doesn't succeed, it won't have any impact, right."

"Okay, then I'll start." Zhang Qiu cleared her throat and sat upright, a long string of Chinese words coming out of her mouth: "One fire can burn all things, if things die, where does the fire exist? One breath of Tao can darken all things, if things die, where does the Tao exist..."

Harry was originally holding his breath, waiting for the end of these foreign syllables, but soon he found that the length of the spell was far beyond his imagination. And as the spell progressed, he found that a white mist was faintly rising in the carriage. This mist became thicker and thicker, and he almost couldn't see Ron's face.

"... Little did I know that my life and death, like the hand of a horse, like the wing of a cow, originally have no existence, and return to no non-existence."

When the last syllable came out, a white light flashed in the carriage, as if it were lightning. Then, the original white mist began to surge, and a black human figure gradually emerged.

"Dad, is it you?" Harry paused, asking with a slight tremor.

"It is me, good child." The figure's voice was high-pitched and cold. Harry couldn't hear half a bit of fatherly love.

"Let me see who brought me back to this world, you will get a reward..." A pair of scarlet, narrow, cat-like eyes gradually emerged in the black mist, followed by a pale face, and only two thin slits remained in the position of the original nose, "The Dark Lord never treats his servants badly, provided that..."

Harry looked at him eye to eye. At this moment, the memory of that night appeared in both of their minds. Harry could clearly see a green light concentrating on his forehead, but it bounced back, blowing this bad guy to pieces.

"It's you! It's you!" That face was hidden in the surging black mist, "You mudblood-born scum, I should have torn you and your deformed parents to pieces! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!"

Unfortunately, Voldemort in this state didn't have the ability to cast spells. No matter how hard he shouted hateful spells, he couldn't hurt Harry a single hair.

"Then come on." Harry subconsciously pulled out his pistol, aimed at the black mist and shouted, "You couldn't kill me ten years ago, and you can't now!"

He held the gun in his right hand and lifted his hair with his left hand. The hideous lightning-shaped scar was hurting badly at this time, "Your spell that you are so proud of only left such a small scar, how about it, let's see whose gun is faster!"

Voldemort suddenly fell silent, and that face leaned in front of Harry again. Soon, his expression became wonderful.

"I didn't know why I couldn't kill you ten years ago." Voldemort's tone suddenly softened, "Perhaps the me ten years later also has no reason to kill you. That's it, I'm already dead after all. If you think you are very powerful, then just live as an orphan like this."

"Actually, being an orphan is not bad." His tone even revealed a trace of desolation, "At least no one will mock your mudblood mother, and, Deng Buliduo will definitely trust you very much, very, very, trust you. That is truly ironic."

Zhang Qiu's magic seemed to be running out, and the mist kept becoming thin. Voldemort suddenly laughed loudly before dissipating, "Live on, live on, take the scar I left you, and go begging everywhere! No, take this scar, you are like my son, Harry—Potter!"

"Bang!" Harry finally couldn't help but pull the trigger, and a yellow bullet remained on the ceiling.

The black mist finally dissipated completely. Harry breathed heavily, while Zhang Qiu was silent. Her eyes were very strange at this time, her left eye looking at the upper left, her right eye looking at the upper right, looking foolish.

Ron was still sober. He first asked Harry if he was okay. Harry sat slowly on the chair, letting out a long sigh of relief. Then, Ron went to pat Zhang Qiu's shoulder, trying to wake her up.

"Steamed corn bread, hehe, Steamed Chicken." A string of meaningless Chinese came out of her mouth, then her eyes seemed to recover a little bit of normalcy, and she started to mutter meaningless English, "Hello, thank you, thank you very much, are you okay?"

The door of the carriage was pushed open violently. Harry subconsciously looked out, it was Professor Quirrell.

He said with a serious face: "Just now, what happened?"

"Nothing, Professor." Ron tried to cover it up: "We were joking."

"Malfoy, what did you see." Quirrell asked, lowering his head.

Only then did Harry notice that three people were lying on the ground outside the carriage. The two little fat boys had fainted, and only Malfoy was sitting on the ground breathing rapidly. His beautiful pale golden hair was stuck to his forehead wetly at this time, looking very embarrassed.

"I wanted to come, say hello, but, the Dark Lord." Malfoy was a bit incoherent, "He was in the carriage, Harry tried to duel with him, it was too terrible."

"The Dark Lord is already not, not here, I don't, don't hope your prank, prank spreads panic." Quirrell educated seriously, "Not allowed, anyone, to mention, the Dark Lord again, know? Also, put your Mug, Muggle toy away, I don't want to see it at Hogw, Hogwarts!"

Quirrell pointed at Harry's pistol with his wand. Harry only felt a looseness in his hand, and the magazine slid out without knowing why.

Quirrell left with a wave of his sleeves, looking unhappy, while Malfoy struggled to stand up from the ground.

Harry glanced at Zhang Qiu, who was humming "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" leaning against the window. Harry hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward to pull Malfoy.

"Thank you, Harry." This was the first time he didn't speak in that arrogant tone, "You, are much more powerful than I thought, hope, oh, hope the little episode before won't affect our friendship in the future."

But this time, Harry put on a hypocritical smile, "If there is a chance, looking forward to communicating with you more, Mr. Malfoy."

"Ah right, I have to take care of my, these two friends first." Malfoy squatted down, trying to shake awake the fainted little fat boys, "They are Crabbe and Goyle, have a chance to introduce them to you."

"Of course, as long as there is a chance." Harry gave a polite response, then gently closed the door of the carriage.

Zhang Qiu was reciting another Chinese spell in a low voice. Harry could feel his thinking seem to become slightly faster.

"Sorry, it seems I called the wrong person." After Zhang Qiu finished reciting the spell, she said full of apology, "I didn't know before that this spell would consume my sanity, and didn't stop it in time, causing you trouble."

"My god, then are you okay now?" Harry asked with concern.

"It's fine, the general outline of the spell I just recited can restore sanity." Zhang Qiu picked up a candy and put it in her mouth, saying vaguely, "And Ravenclaw is the least lacking in sanity."

"Oh, are you in Ravenclaw?" Ron said.

Harry didn't say a word, silently thinking about the problem: "Why was Voldemort summoned? And why did Voldemort suddenly change his attitude?" ===== CHAPTER 10 =====