Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Aeris and Harry and their companions walked in the aisle of the carriage towards the back carriage. On the way, many classmates looked at Aeris and Harry with complicated eyes: exploration, admiration, excitement, curiosity...

"Um, Harry Potter?" A Gryffindor girl who looked very bold, with a protruding chin, long black hair and a pair of big black eyes poked her head out of the cubicle and said with a smile, "If possible, come to our cubicle. We are a group of interesting people..." After saying that, she glanced at Aris and the rest of her companions with a little contempt.

Harry frowned and said stiffly, "I'm sorry, but in my opinion, there are no more interesting people in the world than my friends..."

"Go back to your cubicle, Romilda Vane," Hermione said rudely, "Don't give me the chance to give you detention!"

The girl snorted angrily, shook her hair, entered her cubicle, and slammed the door shut.

On the way to find an empty carriage, they met Neville and Luna. Ginny was dragged into a compartment by her sisters. Ginny waved at Harry helplessly.

It was the last compartment of the last carriage. Several people finally found an empty seat. Aries used the Traceless Stretching Spell to make the compartment a little more spacious, and everyone helped each other put their luggage away.

"We're heading to the prefects' carriage. See you later, darling!" Hermione said, kissing Aris on the cheek. "Come on, both of you..."

Hermione, Ron and Draco left together.

"When do we start the DA party this year? Aris!" Luna sat opposite Aris and Harry with Neville, who had put on strange glasses that made her look like an owl with colorful eyes.

"I'll let you know when the time comes!" Aeris said with a smile, throwing a gold Galleon in his hand. It was the "pager" they used to transmit information last semester.

"Um...Ares..." Harry asked hesitantly, "There is something I don't quite...how should I put it...I don't quite understand. I have also asked Professor Dumbledore, but Professor Dumbledore seems reluctant to tell me. If possible, I hope to get an answer from you..."

Luna stopped flipping through The Quibbler and looked over curiously; Neville also stopped his battle of wits with his toad, Radford.

"Why didn't you die under Voldemort's killing curse?" Aeris asked back, "Do you want a reasonable explanation? Not some... savior star boasted in the Daily Prophet?"

The rest of the people in the compartment looked at Aeris. Aeris took out his wand and pointed at the door of the compartment. A faint light came out from the door, and then everything returned to calm.

"If Professor Dumbledore is unwilling to tell you, he must have his reasons," Aris said thoughtfully, "As a good brother, I really shouldn't hide it from you, but I'm not sure if you can accept this fact."

"You do know!" Harry stared at Aris and said, "I hope you can tell me, I insist..."

"Alright!" Aeris glanced at Neville and Luna again, "Neville and Luna are not outsiders. We have faced the Death Eaters together and are comrades who can trust each other with life and death. But I still want to ask you to pretend that you didn't hear what I am going to say next."

Neville and Luna both nodded. Aeris asked Harry, "Did you feel unusually stable this summer? Did you no longer have the urge to lose your temper? And did you not have nightmares about Voldemort?"

"That's right," said Harry. "That's exactly what I wanted. It would be a terrible thing to feel his emotions. I don't have to dream about that disgusting snake anymore."

"But Voldemort might have done the same thing to you and the big snake," Aeris said. "The big snake was created intentionally by Voldemort, but you were created unintentionally by Voldemort...by accident..."

Harry said breathlessly, "You... you... you mean..."

Aries patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Take a deep breath, buddy, take a deep breath..." Seeing that Harry's emotions had stabilized, Aries continued:

"Your mother sacrificed her precious life to save you and provided you with the most powerful protection. Voldemort lost his body after being rebounded by his own killing curse. Although he survived, it was not without cost..."

Aris paused, then continued: "The following is my guess, my guess...please forgive my arrogance...my guess is often close to the truth...Before Voldemort killed your parents, he may have made multiple...things like Tom Riddle's diary...This made his soul extremely fragile and unstable, and the prerequisite for making that thing is...murder...murder is a felony...Harry...an unforgivable felony, and when Voldemort's killing curse was rebounded to himself by your mother's powerful protection, Voldemort's extremely unstable soul was involuntarily separated and attached to the only living thing at the scene...you..."

Harry's face was full of disbelief, as if to say... "I am not clean anymore..."

"Don't look like that, buddy!" Aeris said, "What could you do at that time? You couldn't do anything, right? Don't think about those things, everything is over, right? The reason why the Killing Curse is so powerful is that it can directly... kill a person's soul. How should I put it? Voldemort's remaining soul saved our lives that day... Although we won't be grateful to him for it..."

Not only Harry, but also Neville and Luna took a long time to digest Aris' explanation, until there was a knock on the door. Someone was knocking outside the compartment.

Aeris pointed his wand at the compartment door, which opened automatically, revealing Hermione, Ron, and Draco.

Draco waved his wand, and several cushioned armchairs appeared out of thin air in the compartment. Draco grabbed one and sat down next to Aeris. After glaring at Harry, he asked in confusion:

"Why is the door still sealed? What shameful things are you guys doing?"

Harry said something rude to Draco, and the two of them started to tease each other again.

Hermione frowned and waved her wand. Draco and the chair he was sitting on moved away a little, and Hermione sat next to Aris. Just as she was about to say something, the door of the compartment was pulled open again, and a third-year girl ran in breathlessly.

The girl stammered, "Someone...told me...told me to pass these...on to Aeris Grindelwald, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom..."