Harry's scar suddenly throbbed violently with pain.
He instinctively reached for his forehead, memories from a hundred years ago flooding his mind.
It was on this very day a hundred years ago—September 6th, 1891.
During the fifth-year holiday, he and a few classmates casually put down the fairy rebellion, and on September 6th, faced the fairy leader Lanlock head-on, and defeated him.
That was truly a bitter battle—even Sebastian's desperate use of Avada Kedavra couldn't do any damage to Lanlock…
"Ugh..." Harry couldn't help but groan from the stabbing pain in his scar.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron leaned over with concern.
"Nothing." Harry quickly pressed his small hand to his cheek, saying, "Toothache, you know, gum inflammation."
Memories surged like the tide, and he finally remembered how exactly he'd come back to 1991.
At the exact moment Lanlock, in his dragon form, crashed to the ground, Harry had managed only to cast Armor Protection before he felt himself struck by a flash of red light.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already back in the cupboard under the stairs at his aunt's house.
In the last fragments of memory, he distinctly saw the panicked and helpless gazes of Villatia and Cassandra.
"Harry!"
He finally remembered—it wasn't his aunt calling his name, but those two girls.
"Harry Potter." Hagrid, seeing that Harry was fine, curled his bushy mustache and began to educate the kids: "Perhaps you've heard the name—I mean, Mr. Potter from a hundred years ago."
"No," Hermione frowned, "I've read a lot of books, like Modern Magic History, Rise and Fall of Black Magic, and Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century, and they only mention our Harry—the Savior who defeated Voldemort standing right here."
At the mention of Voldemort, Hagrid, Ron, and Neville all shuddered in unison.
"Oh, good girl," Hagrid said, biting his lip, "Don't say that name directly—and that Mr. Potter was a nineteenth-century figure, so of course you wouldn't find his story in Modern Magic History or Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century."
"In fact," Hagrid lowered his voice, "because he once crushed the fairy rebellion with an iron fist, and perished together with the fairy leader Lanlock, the fairies at Gringotts paid a hefty sum, bribing people all over in an attempt to cover up his name—as much as possible, at least to stop people mentioning it. For a while, before You-Know-Who emerged, that code name referred to Mr. Potter."
Well then, Voldemort, Harry thought, looks like we've got another score to settle!
"Even the Hogwarts history doesn't mention him?" Hermione asked, frowning.
"Otherwise, why do you think it's called Hogwarts: 'A' History?" Hagrid spread his big hands.
So the school history was also redacted... Hermione nodded in realization.
"Then how do you know about his story?" Seamus spotted the flaw.
Hagrid scratched his head and went "Oh": "Dumbledore told me, of course! Come to think of it, Mr. Potter was actually his senior. If he hadn't perished with Lanlock, he would have witnessed Dumbledore's Sorting in seventh year—and Dumbledore himself said, even he couldn't have done better than Mr. Potter did."
Oh, the curse of generations, Harry grumbled inwardly.
"Was he... really so incredible?" Ron asked in surprise.
"Oh, absolutely," Hagrid said mysteriously. "Among the fairies there's a legend—'You-Know-Who' once went to Azkaban, and the Dementors there desperately tried to recall happy memories…"
Harry was speechless—was I that scary back then?
Merlin's beard, I never used Avada Kedavra on those fairies!
I just took their weapons away and threw them around their necks; or turned rocks into barrels of gunpowder and tossed them in their faces, that's all.
Hagrid continued, "But his name was the same as Harry's. Quite the coincidence, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Harry gave Hagrid a small smile.
"But it actually isn't a coincidence." Suddenly Hagrid said seriously.
"Eh?" The little kids all gasped.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Could it be... Hagrid has figured something out?
"It's not a coincidence?" Seamus asked in shock. "Don't kid us, Hagrid—there's no way that Harry could be our Harry, right?"
"Oh, don't be silly, Seamus." Hagrid spread his hands. "That Mr. Potter perished with Lanlock. Back then, wizards called him the Savior, because he didn't just end the fairy rebellion, he and his friends also wiped out the Fire Ash Snake Faction."
"Back when the Fire Ash Snake Faction was running wild, not just wizards, even Muggles didn't have an easy time of it." Hagrid repeated.
"So," Hermione looked up, "A hundred years ago, there was a 'Harry Potter' who was the Savior and saved the Magic World; and a hundred years later, there's also a 'Harry Potter' who's the Savior and saved the Magic World?"
"That's right." Hagrid nodded. "If you want to know why it's not a coincidence, you have to start with James. Back then, You-Know-Who—that is, the Slytherin one—was slaughtering innocents, and Death Eaters were running rampant. It was truly a time of darkness."
"James Potter decided to name his son Harry Potter," Hagrid recounted, "Both to honor the great Savior from a century earlier, and to place hope in his own child—that he too might, like his namesake, defeat You-Know-Who and lead the Magic World out of the shadows. And as you can see, Harry didn't disappoint his father."
Harry opened his mouth—he honestly hadn't expected that his name came from... himself?
Feels like a closed loop…
"So wasn't he from the Potter family?" Ron asked curiously.
"Of course not! Rumor is, he was from Muggles," Hagrid chuckled at Ron. "But the V-letter You-Know-Who didn't believe it—he insisted the man had to be Pure Blood."
"Hard to imagine the Magic World was saved by two Harry Potters in just a hundred years," Seamus marveled.
"Big deal." Hermione swung her bushy hair and threw an arm around Harry's shoulder, reciting, "Sometimes, in our great island nation, duty will fall to just one person. He will lead the people through the Valley of Shadows, onward to sunlit peace and prosperity…"
"Cool, where'd you learn that?" Ron showed admiration.
"Yes, Minister," Hermione replied. "It's my dad's favorite TV series."
After thinking for a bit, Harry asked Hagrid, "So, Hagrid, those friends of Mr. Potter—the ones who fought alongside him—where did they all go?"